#17black

[foxes-that-run]

I noticed you mentioned 17 a few times for haylor. Do you know what harrys 17black tattoo was ?

Harry got the 17Black tattoo around 14 August 2012. The Tattoo Artist, Kevin Paul, has spoken about it three times. The video below (Credit to this TikTok) is the most detailed, that it was after he lost a lot of money gambling in Australia. Which did happen, they were in Australia April 2012 (2 months after turning 18 - Australia's legal gambling age). It was the same trip as the NZ girl kiss.... so a time. Niall said:

Like most of the stupid things we do, it seemed like it was a good idea at the time. We thought it was funny. We just thought, 'We're 18, this is the first time we've been able to spend a bit of money in weeks because we've been on the road. In all honesty, I didn't have a clue what was happening. I won £100, which seemed reasonable, then I stopped. I'll have to say, 'No comment' about the others. Let's just say it got a bit ugly and a lot of money was lost. A lot.  When management found out, we got a serious dressing-down.

If the number 17 is connected to 7 as Harry's number... Maybe, GQ theorised it was related to the James Bond betting method in Diamonds are Forever. I have watched that scene today and don't understand gambling well enough to know. To them Kevin Paul said:

I was tattooing Ed Sheeran and he said that his mate Harry wanted to get one. At that point, I thought it was just a normal friend, so he gave him my number in order to sort it out. I went around to one of Harry’s houses on a Sunday morning and, actually, he had completely different ideas to what we’d originally discussed.” So why 17 Black? “Basically, Harry lost money gambling – I think it was in Australia – and he lost it on 17 black. This was in the early days, the first few years of One Direction.

There is another quote from Kevin Paul, from when it was first seen, (the gambling quote is much later) here, via Sugarscape in 2012:

“They’re really personal to him – the reasons he had them done and stuff, so he doesn’t really want to announce what they are. I’m doing him a half sleeve which he doesn’t mind people knowing about. We’re doing that now, so over the next week or two I’m gonna draw that up, send him the pictures over and then I’ll go back down and start it up. One was something from his childhood, and another one was something really important in his life. There’s nothing on his collarbone, it’s at the top of the arm to begin the sleeve. I tattooed Ed Sheeran as well – who did a little locket on Harry’s hand, like a little padlock thing. They didn’t really have to stop because of the pain, it was all pretty small things really so didn’t take too long.”

17Black may either be the personal or family thing.

[moonchildstyles]

whats this aster curious gazes im seeing ?🥸

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Mikaela impatiently checked the time broadcasted on the clock above the auditorium's entrance, trailing after the molasses-slow minute hand. How had it only been three minutes since she last checked and not the twenty she had sworn it had been? She and her group had already finished peer reviewing each other's papers ten minutes ago, but they were all confined to their seats for fear of Professor Rian marking them down for leaving early—one of his favorite activities Mikaela had learned about the hard way during the second week of courses.

"How much longer?" Bria bemoaned from across the table, her own boredom showing in her dull gaze. (Y/N) perked up at Mikaela's side at the question, though she stayed just as quiet as she always was. 

"Another thirty," Mikaela murmured, a moment away from rolling her eyes, "I feel like we've been waiting for, like, an hour." 

Around them, the remaining groups were still chattering, some speaking about the essays while others seemed just as checked out as them. Running a hand through her long hair, Mikaela convinced herself to stay strong. 

"At least it'll be the weekend after this," she reminded the table, looking to Bria, "You're still set on getting your tattoo this weekend?" 

Bria plucked up at the question, her brown eyes sparkling in excitement. "Mhm! They called and confirmed yesterday with me, so I'll be in tomorrow morning, first thing!" 

"Are you going to be with the same guy that you had the consultation with?" Mikaela asked, picturing the long haired, heavily tattooed man she had seen when she went with Bria the first time to set up the initial appointment. She almost booked one for herself after seeing him; even the scowl and less than friendly demeanor couldn't detract from his... everything. 

Leaning across the table as if sharing a secret, Bria raised her eyebrows with a conspiratorial gleam in her eyes. "I hope. I might cancel, if not." 

Mikaela laughed along with her friend, knowing exactly where she was coming from. 

Piping up with a small smile on her features, (Y/N) asked, "Where are you going for your tattoo?" 

"It's not too far from here actually," Bria started, settling her chin in her hand as she spoke to (Y/N) at Mikaela's side. "It's called 17Black." 

(Y/N)'s expression brightened at the mention of the tattoo parlor in a way Mikaela had never seen before. Though she usually came to class fresh-faced and dewy, there was now a glimmer in her eyes that almost gave the illusion of glitter having fallen in her lashes.

"They're the best," she bubbled, her smile wide, "It's gonna turn out really, really good. You said you know who your artist is going to be?" 

"Yeah—um—hold on," Bria muttered, reaching into her bag, "I got his card last time I was in—I think he's the owner, or something." After a moment she pulled out a black and white business card, reading the name off: "Harry." 

Passing the card across the table, (Y/N) eagerly read over the stylized font and the glossy logo on the other side. "He's amazing—you're super lucky, Bria." 

(Y/N)'s smile wasn't one that could be shaken as she passed back the card. Mikaela thought she looked like she was proud, even. (Y/N) was always so reserved, seemingly more comfortable in the background and only chirping up when needed, Mikaela had never seen her so bright like this. 

"Have you been there before, (Y/N)?" she asked, trying to imagine someone like (Y/N) with any tattoos—especially done at a place like 17Black. 

Not that there was a specific kind of person that could have tattoos or that the parlor wasn't nice, but she had a hard time picturing (Y/N) with all her ribbons, pink sweaters, and shimmer flouncing into that building and getting a design inked into her skin. Especially by someone like Bria's artist; she was already shy enough, Mikaela doubted his scowls and curt tone would be anything of comfort.

That left her raising her brows in surprise when (Y/N) happily nodded her head. "Yeah! I only have one tattoo, but Harry did it and it's"—there was a moment something dreamy flashed over (Y/N)'s gaze then—"It's perfect." 

"I didn't know you had a tattoo," Bria interjected, her expression surely mirroring Mikaela's with her own perked brows and searching gaze as if they had both somehow missed an obvious marking. 

"It's really little," (Y/N) explained, settling some in her seat, "It's on my side, like, on my ribs, so people don't really see it." 

"I never pictured you with a tattoo," Mikaela added, "And especially on your ribs. You're brave." 

"Honestly," Bria started, bouncing full brows over her eyes "I don't know how you got through it, especially with him." 

A cinch appeared between (Y/N)'s brows. "What do you mean?" 

"You probably had to take your shirt off for the rib tattoo, right?" Bria prodded, watching as (Y/N) flustered some before ultimately nodding her head, "I don't know how to act around that guy—Harry—with my clothes on, I think I would combust if he asked me to take them off." 

It wasn't hard to see that (Y/N) was bubbling with embarrassment at Bria's remark—though Mikaela did hardily agree. She wondered if (Y/N) felt the same way; it was hard to picture her getting flustered over someone like Bria's artist. There could be that whole opposites attract thing going on for them, but Mikaela could only really see the scenario where Harry would crush the marshmallow that is (Y/N).

"Oh, I don't know," she muttered half-heartedly, trailing off without a real answer, "You know, he's just..." 

"It's okay, I get it," Bria finished for her with a bubbling laugh that had (Y/N) cracking her own polite smile. "He's pretty intimidating, honestly. Not for everyone, I guess." 

With her hands a bundle in her lap, (Y/N) tilted her head, "I wouldn't say that—" 

Not a moment too soon, Professor Rian made his way back to the forefront of the auditorium—something Mikaela wished he would have done a half an hour prior. "Class dismissed. Next Wednesday we'll do our final draft reviews and the finished essays will be due next Friday at midnight. Have a nice weekend." 

"Finally," Bria exasperated, immediately rushing to pack her things just as Mikaela had before Rian had even finished talking.

(Y/N) had done the smart thing and had her things ready to go once they had finished peer reviewing, only having to sling her bag over her shoulder while she quietly waited for the pair of them to get their own shit together. 

It was wild how much more awake Mikaela felt now that class had been dismissed, leaving behind the exhausted state she was lulling into at her desk. Shrugging into her jacket, the mental list of tasks she had to accomplish before her sister, Mira, and her boyfriend would be over for dinner didn't sound so bad now.

"What are you getting, Bria? For your tattoo, I mean," she chirped up, peering around Mikaela as they walked into the corridor, steps in sync with one another. 

"The moon and some stars and stuff on the top of my hand," she explained, "It's kind of hard to describe without a picture, but it's this whole thing." 

"That sounds really pretty," (Y/N) smiled, sincerity in her voice, "Hopefully it won't take too long—I hear the top of your hand can hurt sometimes with the bones and all." 

"It might not be so bad if it took a while, right?" Mikaela piped up, shooting Bria a look from the corner of her eye. Maybe, if Mira and her boyfriend didn't overstay their welcome tonight, she'd go with Bria in the morning and see if her artist had a girlfriend or something. 

(Or was at least open to hooking up on one of the tattoo chairs). 

Leading down the hall towards the main entrance of the building, Bria nudged Mikaela's shoulder. Ahead of them, (Y/N) reached forward and opened the door for the three of them to pass through. 

"Definitely wouldn't be bad," Bria laughed, the chill of the winter air seeping through the sleeves of Mikaela's jacket as they stepped outside. "I don't know, I might even—Wait, oh my god." 

"What?" Mikaela asked, brows furrowing at the abrupt change in her friend. 

Instead of the amused bubbly expression she wore just a moment prior, Bria now looked ahead with wide eyes and gaped lips, her steps slowing over the concrete. 

(Y/N) noticed the change in her demeanor as well, peering around Mikaela as her own features molded into something of worry. "What happened?"

"He's here," Bria muttered, looking straight ahead towards the student parking lot, "That's literally him right there, isn't it? Why is he here?" 

"Who? Who's her—" 

Following Bria's line of sight, Mikaela felt her own words get stuck in her throat when she saw just what had her friend going limp. 

As if summoned, Bria's tattoo artist—Harry—had somehow found a prime parking space in the student lot and was now waiting.

He was ever the intimidating figure with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the hulking frame of the black Range Rover behind him. (Because, of course, he would drive a Range Rover). Even with the chunky black cardigan draped over his form, he didn't look any less imposing than when he had stalked through the tattoo parlor. He perfectly matched his car, all black, tattoos tracing over his skin, including the heavy chest pieces on display from the low scoop of his top. A pair of sunglasses were holding his hair back on the top of his head, with his lips set in a firm line, lip ring and all.

"He doesn't go here, right?" Mikaela blanched. Why else would be here, if not to go to class, right?

(Y/N) looked just as bewildered as they were, a cant to her head as she took him in. "What is he doing here?" she muttered, voice quiet enough to be speaking to herself.

Their small trio stood off to the side, out of the way as the rest of their classmates trickled around them as well as other students meandering through campus. From where they stood, Mikaela could see the way the tattoo artist scanned over the student body, searching for something—or someone.

He didn't come to see Bria, right? That would be crazy, leaning on certifiable—even if he was hot.

Mikaela's eyes widened when she saw (Y/N) wave her hand above her head. What was she doing? Did she not think this was weird that he had showed up to campus when he really didn't have any reason to? 

She watched as he caught sight of (Y/N)'s waving arm and his features almost immediately softened. Even from where they were standing, it was clear to see the tension releasing from his body in a breath. He pushed off from where he was lent against his Range Rover and started towards the building—towards them.

Was (Y/N) insane or something, and they'd just missed all the signs until this moment? Why would she ask him to come over here?

"He's coming over here, what the fuck," Bria murmured, just as lost as Mikaela. 

It didn't take long for his spanning strides to cross the concrete and take him to where their small group had taken root. Seeing him this close again, Mikaela realized her memory didn't do him any justice—he was more than gorgeous. Unfortunately crazy, but still hot. 

Had he always had his nose pierced? Had his eyes always been that green? Had they always been pinned to (Y/N) like that? 

"(Y/N), do you—" Bria started, only to cut herself off when (Y/N) excitedly bounced up to her toes once the tattoo artist was close. 

"What are you doing here, H?" she chirped, familiarity in her voice as she looked up at him.

Mikaela figured she wore the same expression that Bria did, with her eyes wide and brows raised, a fraction away from her jaw dropping as they watched the tattoo artist—H—pull (Y/N) into his arms and drop a kiss on the top of her head.

"Came to pick you up for lunch, if that's okay," he murmured, not sparing a glance their way as he kept the pink marshmallow in his arms. "I also noticed there was an extra jacket lying around my room that I thought was supposed to be with you." 

Sheepishly looking down, (Y/N) shook her head. "I forgot, I'm sorry." 

Adoration was clear on the tattoo artist's—her boyfriend—features. "'S alright, lovebug. I brought it with me so y'can have it the rest of the day, jus' don't keep forgetting it. 'S only getting colder out, I don't want you to get sick." 

"I won't," (Y/N) sighed, looking entirely at home as she clutched his sweater in her hands and fluttered her lashes at him as if he were a king. "Thank you." 

Mikaela couldn't help the simmering of her blood beneath her skin, surely a flush painting her complexion as she thought back to just what she and Bria had been saying during class. They talked all about how hot (Y/N)'s boyfriend was to her face, implied he was intimidating and not her type, and she had even heard them freak out thinking he had come to see them. She was never going to pair with them for peer review again.

(Though Mikaela will give herself credit for not speaking about the lingering fantasy she'd had involving one of those tattoo chairs and Harry's hair pulled back so he could focus). 

"Um," Mikaela sounded, almost cringing at how stupid she sounded from just a single syllable, "I think we should probably go, but we'll see you next week, (Y/N)." 

(Y/N) turned with her expression going bashful. Her boyfriend's hands didn't move from where they were on her waist though he finally looked up from her to see the rest of the world around them. 

"I'm sorry," she apologized as if in reflex. Looking at the man behind her, she started with a shy smile on her lips, "Harry, this is Bria and Mikaela. They're the girls from one of my English classes I've told you about." 

Back was the expression she recognized from when she had dropped by the tattoo parlor. His features hardened some, going less open and easy to read than they had been just a moment ago. He took them in with a stilted smile on his lips. 

"Nice to meet you," he murmured, his gaze flicking to Bria for a split second longer, "Actually, we've met before, right? You're my nine a.m. tomorrow." 

"I am, yeah," Bria said, sounding just as lame as Mikaela felt. It was easy to see Bria was floundering for anything to say before she finally settled on, "(Y/N) didn't tell us she had a boyfriend." 

His smile turned lopsided at that, amusement flickering in his gaze as he looked down at the marshmallow in his arms. "She didn't?" 

(Y/N) looked to the pair of them, biting back a smile as if remembering what was said back in class but deciding it was their secret to keep. "It just didn't come up." 

"Right," he smiled, squeezing her waist just enough to get her bouncing at his side with a short huff of laughter pouring out, "Are you ready to go?" 

"I think so, yeah," (Y/N) agreed, craning her neck to smile up at him before returning her attention to Mikaela and Bria. "I'll see you guys next week."

The pair shared similar goodbyes, hoping they didn't sound as embarrassed as they felt. Walking away from them, Mikaela watched Harry tangle his fingers with (Y/N), slowing just long enough to press a kiss to her forehead before leading her towards his Range Rover.

"We are the most annoying people in the world," Mikaela said, breaking their silence, "We literally said all of that about him to his girlfriend." 

"She's never going to partner for peer review with us again." 

Despite the guilt and bits of humiliation floating through her system, Mikaela couldn't shake off just how sweet it was to see (Y/N) interact with someone like that—especially someone like her boyfriend. They were clearly in love, that much she could tell.

"Oh my god," Bria said, whipping her head around to look at Mikaela with horror stricken eyes. 

"What?" Mikaela asked, taken aback at the sudden urgency in Bria's voice. Was another person they had lusted over to their partner, about to round the corner? 

"I have to see him again tomorrow," Bria whined, "And, (Y/N)'s probably going to tell him what we said." 

At that thought, Mikaela really hoped her sister would overstay her welcome tonight—give her a reason to stay in bed and leave Bria to her appointment alone. 

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this is the first time im trying out this kind of pov so I really hope everyone like it! thank you sm for reading, sorry for any mistakes, and please lmk if you have any ideas you want to share!

[larry-no-existe]

MASTERPOST ANTI LARRY (english)

THEORIES:

17BLACK TATTO

marriage larry

NO larry moment

NO larry moment 2

complementary tattoos

always you

BABYGATE:

timeline louis and briana

pregnant briana theories

birth certificate

LOUIS:

Louis, his family and friends about Larry

LARRIES:

larries hacking johannah

ELEANOR:

she met louis at 18

eleanor's father

VÍDEO

different angle (vía tiktok)

different angle 2 (via tiktok)

REAL VS FAKE:

real vs fake p.1

real vs fake p.2

masterpost in spanish

[purpledandeli0n]

As Sweet As You Are

"Do you not have something more expensive?"

The alpha gives him a weird look, resting his hands on the table.

"Definitely not something the cost of that shade of blue that are your eyes," he responds effortlessly.

"Why is a male omega on his own out in the middle of the woods at this time of night?" Harry speaks, staring intensely at the prince, smirk lingering on his face. "Your kind is rather rare. You should be more careful. There are a lot of rogue alphas around that won't blink until they've knotted and bred you up."

The blue eyed omega swallows, shuffling in his seat awkwardly and looking anywhere but the alpha before him.

"I ran away from home," Louis admits, occupying himself by taking a sip of the lager instead of thinking about the fact that the alpha hasn't yet taken his eyes off him. "My parents want me to marry someone I do not want to marry, so I ran."

•

Louis is a runaway omega prince unaware of the dangerous alphas outside of the castle walls. Harry is the rogue alpha he meets at the 17Black tavern, but Louis doesn't know that. Not when he appears so sweet.

Royal AU

[theysharethat28]

do you think larry went on dates in the early days? or was every band meeting and stuff considered a date bc they wouldnt see each other otherwise?

i need to know that now

and i mean if no dates then why 17Black?

[cherriesrae]

The List

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At first, he played it off like it was her getting herself comfortable, but Y/N just kept squirming too much to "just be getting comfortable". And at the risk of embarrassing her, he didn't say anything, till he got the dry humping on the list of filth. | or Harry owns a nightclub and Y/N has a list of filth

This story contains mentions of drinking, self-hate, intrusive thoughts, trauma, and sexual acts. If any of this could or would trigger you, or are under 18 I recommend you stay away from this fic and DNI with this post.{masterlist}{taglist}{carrd}

Growing up in a religious household, Y/N never really had the room to experience anything normal. Y/N never got to stay the night at people's houses, because her parents didn't believe her friends' parents could take care of her properly. The conversation usually followed the same, "Stephens parents are raising a prostitute, did you see her dress she wore to the Easter comuniuion? Spaghetti strapped, Heather is letting her grow up to be a whore.", " Riley? She's going to end up selling drugs, did you hear what her so-called therapist said? They said she had ADHD, and gave her meth. METH, Y/N!"

Y/N wasn't allowed to wear makeup, her father used to say that she had nobody to look pretty for, and if she did she was going to end up pregnant and abandon. Still, at 19, living on her own she can't look in a mirror without hearing one of their voices first. Nothing was ever good enough for her mother, and her father usually just followed.

When she was 17, she went to the library to study with her older brother- her brother was only there because he had to watch her, like a chaperone-  she was doing an essay on how bad her generation had gotten for her government class. She sat there, with gel pens and everything, using the computer to research  the bad qualities she herself never had the chance to experience,

TEEN PREGNANCY

One of the subtitles in the article read in big, bold Aerial letters. Yes, she knew of teen pregnancy and pregnancy in general, but that was it. Part of her still believed that her God was the only way to get pregnant. Like The Virgin Mary, but that couldn't be the end of it, could it?

So out of her own curiosity, and with the promise to herself that it was research for the paper, she googled it.

Getting pregnant

And when an X-rated video came up as a part of the top website recommendations, she clicked it. And oh the things she saw. And from there on she had a list, a bucket list sort of thing. It lists things she wanted to try, sexually, of course. Not all of them were as bad as the Doggy Style or Bondage that she listed, which she still doesn't really know what they mean-they were in recommended porn titles once or twice-, some of them were things like French kiss and Get a hickey. She was just a sheltered girl trying to see what she was missing in that aspect.

The day after graduation, she left. Pretty quick too, her aunt Sabrina bought her a plane ticket and she left with a duffle bag on her hip. Sabrina had started sending her letters with stamps and cash, and from then on the game plan was to send as much of her stuff to her New York City with for her aunt before graduation so she could leave immediately.

And it was a lot of culture shock from the rural suburb in Minnesota she was raised in. She tried Chinese food for the first time, she ordered it for herself at a Starbucks, and she even got a job and a driver's license.  She was studying Coding and Design at NYU with a full scholarship and had male friends! Y/N was becoming the person she wanted to be.

Then she met Harry.

Y/N got a job at an IT-type shop, she spent her days fixing people's wifi and repairing electronics. It was a niche topic to work, but she loved it. Next door to the shop was 17BLACK, a nightclub owned by the beloved British brunet. Y/N had heard of him, sure. He'd been in Gossip Magazines for dating a couple models, for being hot, for being young and rich, but never in a million years did she expect to see him in her shop.

" Excuse me, I can't get my system to boot, like at all. It's as if someone cut the cord, I was told you could help?" With a meek nod, she did, and from there they were acquaintances, then friends, then she caught Harry sketching her and they started dating shortly after.

This leads us to our current predicament:  with Harry holding her list in her hand, only a month after she officially became his girlfriend.

" Y/N? What is this?" He called from her bed, a pair of gel under-eye patches resting upon his face, hair being held back with a scrunchie.

" I can't see what you're looking at, hold on!" She answered, walking down the hallway with her toothbrush still in her mouth.

" Orgasm Detail? Handcuffs?" At the sound of his voice, she started moving faster down the hallway. " Oral? Y/N?"  Jumping to grab the list before he could read another word, she cut him off.

" It's nothing! Just give it to me." The worry in her voice, was not only of the embarrassment of him knowing she had a list but of him thinking she was some kind of slutty Carter Chambers. “ Please Harry!” 

By this point, crocodile tears were escaping her eyes and broken sobs were racking her diaphragm. Harry can’t say he wasn’t surprised that his grown embodiment of a Power Puff Girl of a girlfriend would have such filth listed down in a random college-ruled spiral notebook, but he never expected it to cause this kind of reaction from her. 

“ Y/N, breath,” he had requested as he handed her the list. “ Can I ask what the list is for?” Harry obviously was oblivious to the big bold letters at the top of the paper which read “Things To Try”.

“ No,”  Y/N had stated, starting to come down from the install scare. Now she was more focused on the fact that Harry was going to leave her before she could celebrate a year of knowing him. “ I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore, someone like me.” 

 Y/N had opened up to Harry about her past traumas with her parents and forced religion before. They had spent late nights working through  Y/N allowing herself to dress the way she wanted, try spicy foods, and other stuff that might have seemed silly to everyone else but was a big no-go for her growing up. So to hear this coming from his lovebug put the blues on not only his heart, but his soul that he wholeheartedly believed he shared with her- this came up in conversation often, being polar opposites but soulmates at the same time-. 

“ Lovey? What do you mean by ‘ someone like you ’? There is nothing wrong with having sexual desires, we’ve talked about this.” But his words did little to penetrate the woman who was standing in front of him, starting her 7 stages of grief early.

“ No, I’m a whore.  A dirty rotten slut, Harry doesn’t need this in his life.” She continues speaking the direct thoughts in her head.” He’s going to leave you, nobody wants someone like that, stupid, stupid, stupid.” Harry could see where this was going and grabbed the other of her arms, pulling her into his chest to try and soothe the impending panic attack. 

“ Listen to my voice Lovey, listen to my heartbeat.” He’s just barely over a whisper while trying to console the now quiet but still hyperventilating lovebug. “ Listen to my breathing, can you try to match it? I am Harry, and I am not going to leave you.” At this, she finally starts to calm down completely. “ There is nothing wrong with having things you want to try, my love. I’ll even try them with you, yeah? Help ya’ explore them?” 

“ You don’t think I’m gross?” She murmurs into the crease of his neck. 

“ I don’t think you know what some of these mean but I don’t think you're gross.” He squeezes her tighter.

“ I don’t know what half of them mean,”  Y/N’s small airy chuckles bring such relief to him that he too has to laugh a little. 

“ Doesn’t mean I can’t explain them, or do them, or help you enjoy them.” Harry rasps into Y/N’s ear, knowing what got her going the fastest without even having to cross the line with her. And from his perspective, it was working. Her breathing was beginning to get heavy and her thighs were starting to squeeze. “ How about we go down some of it and cross off what you already have done, yeah? I’m meaning what we’ve done but I think you’ve got the gist of that.” She nods her head, and he lets it slide for right now, knowing they were going to have a talk on verbal communication. 

He reaches down and grabs the blue spiral-bound book. Flipping it to the front of the page he was originally looking at. “ Okay let's start here, we have kissed.” He reaches for a pen on the nightstand. “ French kisses, okay those are off of the to-do list.” She turns her head to see the same thing he is.

“ We’ve cuddled, and you gave me a hickey,” she points to the lines to cross off. They go on the list for about 45 minutes, crossing things off and Harry explaining what some of them mean. Through his explanations, he could feel the material of her sleep shorts against his jeans start to move against him.

At first, he played it off like it was her getting herself comfortable, but Y/N just kept squirming too much to "just be getting comfortable". And at the risk of embarrassing her, he didn't say anything, till he got the dry humping on the list of filth.

" Do you know what dry humping is?" Harry leaned into her ear to ask, the feel of his lips on the shell making her shiver.

“  I-Is it where you hump things while being d-dry?” She pushed her hips down a little harder, breaking the rhythm she had set. 

“ It’s where you’d rub your cunt on something while having clothes on.” This was the first time he had used vulgar language on purpose while explaining it to her, and god did it light her on fire. “ This can include using a pillow to grid your clit on,” she pushed down hard again. “ Or on someone's cock,”  she started to move faster. “ Or on someone's thigh, like you’re doing now.” As soon as the words left his mouth part of him wished he could gobble them back up, but they had already left and he was ready to deal with the consequences. 

Almost as quick as her hips picked up the pace, they stopped. “ O-Oh, I’m sorry!” Harry could already feel the embarrassment radiating off her cheeks. 

“ I didn’t say stop Y/N.”  This made the woman in Harry’s lap pick up her head to question him but before she could speak Harry bounced his knee to bring a slight pressure back onto her clit, making her gasp.” Do you know what that was?” She started to grind her waist down again, all the while shaking her head no at the question.

“ Dry humping?” She squeaks out.

“ Well- yes. But I was referring to why,” his lips curled around her ear just right enough for her to limp her head down closer. “ Because your clitoris is getting pressure put on it, the nerve endings send shock waves that feel like the most pleasurable pain you can imagine.” And she can’t help but wordlessly agree. 

Harry’s hands go to her hips to guide her through what is about to be her first orgasm ever, “ can you feel it, my love? The pressure starts to build up inside? Like a sink beginning to overflow, just begging for the water tension to break?” She moans a yes! and Harry can see the need for release in her eyes. “ Y/N, I want you to let go for me.” 

“ O-Okay,” it comes out in a raspy grabbing tone that makes her own back arch. The feeling of letting the flood gates open and the orgasmic hold Harry still has on her hips become all she can think of. 

Letting her come down Harry begins to speak, “ And that was your first orgasm lovebug. I’m so proud of you, you did so well f’me.” 

“ Harry?” He hums for her to continue. “ Can we do more stuff like that? I like it.” Harry lets out a giggle and nods. 

“ Of course lovebug, you have a whole list for us to go through.” Her head shoots up with worry. “ Not tonight though, in time.” 

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Honestly don't know how I feel ab this, like I like the concept, and when I reread it I liked it but it is one of the first pieces I didn't have edited so.....

ALSO, don't be a stranger!! Leave in my inbox things you'd like them to do or see!! Inspo is one thing that helps writers keep going, and your feedback is a huge one to me!

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[say-narry]

Triste pq não vai ter imagine hoje, mas eu te entendo!

Me indica perfis de imagines da oned, pfvr!!!

Amiga, mil perdões pela demora mas aqui está! Não coloquei em ordem de preferência, mas os que estão em negrito são mais recentes atualizados ❤️

@harrrystyles-writing

@hsywallows

@imagines-1directioner

@louiehrry

@17black-imagines

@nightstars5

@1d-imagines-zayn

@hstyles-imagines

@coragemparasonhar

@zarry-fics

@imagines1d

@dumyare

@buttercuphs

[womanexile]

Isn’t 17Black also Halsey’s tumblr handle and a James Bond reference?

Yea Harry’s 17black tattoo is a James Bond reference.

[imagines-1directioner]

qual seu tumblr preferido?

pergunta difícil….

eu sou completamente, repito COMPLETAMENTE, apaixonada pelo da bibi @17black-imagines (obra prima)

sem contar o da cah né…. que eu acompanho há muito muito muito tempo mesmo e amo de paixão @harrrystyles-writing (inclusive ela foi minha primeira amiga por aqui haha 💓)

ultimamente estou lendo as histórias incríveis da juh, do @zarry-fics . ainda não somos tão próximas mas eu admiro ela por ter uma escrita fantástica e ser novinha.

não consigo decidir entre as três…… desculpa

[foxes-that-run]

Can you explain H's 17Black tat?

Hi, no I think it’s a mystery.

He got it 14 August 2012. The artist said Harry got a childhood tattoo and a personal one, which I think 17 black is.  

Kevin Black gave this interview, said he had a sadness about him when he got it and referred to lou Teasdale and her BF and said he had 'a bit of a bad vibe' from them.

This is part of a longer interview, but I can’t find the whole one now. If anyone has it I’d love to see the whole thing again.

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[moonchildstyles]

The tattoo shop being named aster is low key cute :( + just realized we don’t know what it’s called!!!! 🧸

that is a pretty cute idea actually:(((( but actuallllllyyyyy I think its in part 3???? you find out the tattoo parlors name is 17black bc im not creative or original!

[bluewinnerangel]

Hey! What do you think about L's stag tattoo? I know that 17Black theory is debunked but I just saw that YouTube video that Louis posted on his cover channel where Stan is dancing and harry is behind the camera. I saw a stag wall hanging which was kinda similar(?!) to L's tattoo. I have never heard anyone talk about this so I thought of asking you. Btw I love your blog! And I hope you are having a good day! I hope I did not just waste your time.

Hi! Sorry anon (and others) I'm slow on the theory/analysis/interpretation asks. I always like to dig a little till I got something I think is nice enough to share and I just ~ignore you lovely people~ till I feel like doing/having that.

Stags on walls are kinda common, and that vid of Stan dancing is taken when they were on their skitrip. As someone who has taken a bunch of ski trips in europe I can tell you dead animal heads on the wall are defo super extra common like I've been jumpscared by goats around corners before alkjdfgklja. Anyway doesn't have to be uncommon to think it's possible he got a stag tattooed because he saw a cool one on the wall during a skitrip he loved, I guess, sure it's possible. Worthy theory to be talked about? Eeeeeehhh don't think that'll happen. Here are some theories about the stag tattoo. (they're all the same I just love this one)

I know the that stag + 17 black thing is debunked (edit: link here thanks to anons in @twopoppies inbox :) ) and I don't really care about the shape of the eyes either but have that too.

For 17black these two theories make sense to me (stockholm syndrome logic'd here) and maybe both of them have to do with roulette (although the book is called 17 black and 29 red but in roulette 29's on black too & I haven't read the book so I might be talking shit here) where betting on 17 black is a bit of a legend in the roulette world to be the lucky number / falsely believed to be increasing your odds. Aaaand we can then of course put meaning into this tat by going for something along the lines of "beating the odds" "hoping to get lucky" "making it big" and such. Mweh, just a thought. Anyway some more superstition gambling / 17black reading:

[crispwinterair]

Larry fanfic sucked me in deep today.

Again.

[pearlelizabeth28]

remember larry in dallas. lol.

[itsalwaysl0u]

17BLACK (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UjO7jGBFRbb 17Black: a gay strip club in London known for hot strip teases, a talented dj, and matchmaking? Harry is moving to London as a new addition to 17Black - new penthouse, hot job, amazing pay - sounds great. Sure it is a clear violation of Harry's sexuality, but it's not gay unless you make it gay, right? Plus it's only for a month anyway. And of course, time flies when you meet a cute bloke named Louis. Who knows? A lot can happen in a month.

I love it so much. i live and breathe for this fic