#gang harry styles

[overallrry]

harry styles “mafia/gang” fics

✩ all credit to the authors ✩

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harry is y/n's grumpy neighbor and he has a secret (jawllines)

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Eyes going wide, her hand drops down to her stomach as Harry’s fingers slow some, processing where the noise had come from. She thinks that maybe he’ll ignore it, until he gently inquires, “What’re you going to eat for dinner?”

Y/N shrugs though he’s not looking at her, “Dunno,” she digs dirt out from her fingernail, “Maybe a frozen meal. I’ve got a sesame chicken one.”

“Those are awful for you.” He tells her and Y/N doesn’t know what to say back really, so her mouth falls around a silent ‘oh’ as he finishes up, resetting her alarm, and sliding off the stool. Then he turns to face her, evidently ambivalent about what was to come from him next. Y/N worries for a second that it’d be him saying that he actually did hate her and after this to never bother him, nor make a pitiful attempt at baking cookies at 2AM again.

Instead, he says, “I made a chicken casserole tonight. There’s enough for two people, so I’ll do you up a plate, yeah?”

mine (freedomfireflies)

series masterlist

Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has been a little neglectful of his most prized possession. But he's found the perfect way to make it right.

mafia harry x virgin y/n (demolition-lovers)

1 2 3 4

one shots

tpwkxxangel

sleepy baby

jarofstyles

mafia harry being protective

mafia h

soft mafia harry

mafia h making cookies

mafia harry blurb masterpost

harryistheonlyoneforme

perfect

erodasfishtacos

mafia harry one shot masterlist

muffindaddystyles

soft mafia harry smut

protective mafia harry

satanhalsey

gang!harry masterlist

finlinevogue

gang harry blurb masterlist

angleisverba

closer

[bernielovesrandomshit]

Harry likes a nice view

I love whenever they gang up on Harry pt 3

[lovecanyon]

Y/N’s Two Boys

gang!harry x reader

MASTERLIST | PATREON

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“Harry?”

Harry softly shushes Y/N as he slowly sits down on the bed. Glancing at his sleeping son in his bassinet made a smile grow onto the father’s face, ignoring the throbbing pain that came from his bleeding hand. Even though it was dark, Tate’s baby night light helped Y/N see her husband’s hand wrapped around a white shirt with blood seeping through the fabric.

Almost instantly she sat up with a concerned face.

Y/N knew marrying one of the most dangerous men on earth had consequences including him coming home late with blood dripping off of him.

“Your hand-“

“It’s alright darling.” Harry whispers standing up from their bed. Not wanting to worry Y/N any further—or wake up their son—he heads to the bathroom to clean up. Not even five seconds after he shuts the door quietly, his lover opens it and walks in with a slight panicked expression.

Harry quickly noticed that she was only wearing a nursing bra and a pair of his boxers. Seeing her like this made butterflies fly in his stomach. The stone cold woman he met six years ago when he was just twenty had him wrapped around her finger. He still couldn’t believe he ended up with his dream girl.

Not even bothering to question him again, Y/N walks around Harry and bends down to get the first aid kit from the cupboard below the sink. From the very first time she cleaned him up after his dangerous ‘work’, Harry knew Y/N would be the one.

“Shirt off please.” Y/N mutters as she opens up the kit and grabs a couple of cotton pads along with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide to clean up his cuts.

“But I’m fine-“ Harry tries to stop his wife but he gets interrupted.

“Shirt. Off.” Y/N says with a demanding tone. Seeing that she was serious had Harry swiftly peeling off his shirt that was stained with his or someone else’s blood. With her usual soft tone she apologizes. “Sorry. I just don't like seeing you this way.”

He knows she hated seeing him like this. Torso bruised up, knuckles bleeding and lip cut open.

“You don’t apologize. I shouldn’t have gone out tonight—I should’ve sent Mitch or Pauli instead-“ Harry’s rambling gets caught off by Y/N’s lips pressing against his.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, Harry softly smiles into the kiss. Even though his lip stung at the contact, he feels Y/N’s nose nudge against his which makes his grin grow even bigger.

“Now let's clean you up so nothing gets infected.”

Once Harry’s hand is bandaged up and a clean fresh shirt is over his bruised torso, he and Y/N jump into bed but not without checking on their son first. Seeing Tate’s sleeping face made the parents coo at the tired baby. Even though he was born about two months ago, he still slept in his bassinet that was placed on Y/N’s side of the bed.

Now being very comfortable, Harry digs his face in Y/N’s neck before kissing her cheek and whispering a small I love you.

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Waking up to a crying baby was something the young parents still weren't used to. So feeling Y/N slide out of his warm embrace had Harry groaning. Peaking one eye open, he sees his wife softly grab Tate out of his bassinet.

Knowing her baby’s hungry whining, Y/N guides her son to her nipple. Still sore from pumping yesterday, she hisses at the slight pain. Harry automatically perks up at his wife’s discomfort.

“What’s wrong baby?” He questions making Y/N glance back to see her worried husband.

“I’m fine H. Just quite sore.” Y/N sighs, sitting back onto the bed. Harry’s instant contact made her tense shoulders drop comfortably. Leaning back into his hold made her discomfort drift away.

With her baby suckling on her breast, Y/N begins listening to Harry's soothing voice. Hearing her man talk about these baby clothes he saw in a store window last night made her heart swell. If you would’ve told her six years ago she would be having a son, she probably would’ve laughed in your face.

But now here in this moment made her feel special. She has two boys that love her the most and she couldn’t have wished for anything else. Tate and Harry were truly the loves of her life.

“Little man is hungry.” Harry lets out a breathy laugh making Y/N shake her head with a smile.

“And who did he get that from? Oh his daddy!” Y/N giggles, brushing her finger against her soft baby’s cheek. She couldn’t believe her and Harry created this tiny human.

“He gets everything from his daddy.” Harry chuckles, staring down at his little creation with Y/N. Tate meant everything to the parents—he changed their life for the better.

“Especially his little attitude.” Y/N sighs lovingly.

Once their baby is full, Y/N places Tate in Harry’s arms. Now patting his son's back waiting for the burps, he sees Y/N lean over the bed. Tilting his head Harry realizes she grabbed a new diaper and a bib-like towel to clean up Tate’s milk stained mouth.

Just as their baby let’s out a few burps, Y/N wipes his cheeks and mouth not wanting to wash anymore stained clothes—but she knew that wouldn’t happen since she lived with two boys. Her two boys.

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[missmielyhoran]

dad's best friend!! Sorry it wasn't supposed to be so confusing 😭😭😭😭

It wasn't! I'm just an indecisive person in general😭. Thanks for requesting♡

First of all can we talk about this suit? Why haven't I seen this? He looks so fucking good😩

(dbf!harry or gangleader!harry and plussize!reader)

Harry- 40, Y/N- 22

[Warning- Smut, mentions of Mafia and gangs, 18 years age gap, dad's best friend, mirror sex, teasing, choking, fingering, edging, orgasm denials, fluff in the end and angst if you squint enough to close your eyes]

You knew teasing Harry was like poking sleeping bear with stick but you couldn't help it.

It was one of the monthly dinner party hosted by your parents. All of your dad's colleagues and friends were at his house dressed to nine. The hall was filled with people in designer suits and dresses.

It was a colour theme party so most of them were in shades of red and black. You were in a short dark coloured off shoulder dress with statement sleeves matching with the long dark red satin dress of your mom and the red shirt of your dad.

Harry hugged his best friend, your dad first thing when he arrived then your mom and then he stood in front of you. He was wearing a dark red suit which fitted him nicely and you already thought of taking pics together later.

"Hello Mr. Styles" You said teasingly being the minx you were. He laughed and hugged you, your face tucked into his chest while his hands subtly slid down to pull you closer to him discreetly so, no one can see.

"Hello princess" He greeted back and pulled from hug. His signature smirk adorning his lips and you were surely red in face, flustered by his deep voice.

"Styles c'mon lets get some drinks" Your dad called Harry. He gave him a nod and shot you a subtle look.

Your parents didn't knew, no one did about you and Harry cause you couldn't even think of what would happen if they got to know that their only daughter was in a relationship with their good friend.

Harry and you met at golf club. It was one of the rare days you decided to join your dad to his golf game and you praise yourself everyday for doing that cause that's how you met him.

You still remember the yellow polo he was wearing. It snugged around his biceps and broad shoulder, the blue pants showing off his fine ass. You felt guilty for thinking he was hot and feeling yourself being turned on. If he was your dad's friend it meant he was closer to his age. He might have a partner or be married.

So, you subtly brought him up in conversation on your way back home and your dad told everything about him. He was your dad's boss some kind. He never goes into details about who or what he works for and you never asked.

Harry was 39 then much younger than your dad who was in his late 40s and drumrolls please....he was single!

Although for a while it didn't change anything but it made you feel less guilty when you touched yourself thinking about him.

Harry was same on the other hand. He shouldn't have been thinking about one of his main hand and best friend's daughter that way but fuck you were something else. The crop white sleeveless polo tshirt you were wearing that day made your boobs bounce everytime you walked and especially when you hugged him and he felt them rub against his chest. Jesus Christ!

He had to excuse himself so he could run to washroom and collect himself (by that he means wank).

Time went by, you stayed in Harry's mind and he in yours. It was your apartment move in party that you met him again. Your dad bought apartment for you cause you were itching to move out and he couldn't let you live in some small, cheap and filthy apartment. You were always daddy's girl considering you were the only child, he spoiled you a lot.

He invited everyone including Harry. Whole time during party both of you made eyes for each other and when party ended Harry stayed after to "clean up" and he sure did clean up.

At first everything from his side was strictly sexual but you were already falling for him after sleeping for second time. You confessing led to a big argument but it went fine as now, a year later you both have been in relationship for 8 months after hooking up for 4 months.

*****

A hour later you were wine tipsy enough to have your cheeks flushed but also be aware of your surroundings. You were searching for Harry not seen him for quite some time.

You walked out in backyard seeing people mingling together. You politely smiled at some of your dad's coworkers your eyes frantically searching for a mop of curly hair.

When you did find him, he was with Sharon. Her manicured hand on his bicep as she laughed way too loudly on something he said. You rolled your eyes feeling jealous, even a blind person could see she had eyes for Harry. Your dad joked about it a lot to Harry in front of you not his fault, he didn't know his daughter was digging nails in her palm so, she wouldn't cry or get angry.

Harry always told your dad he wasn't interested in her and to Sharon also but to everyone he was single. So, your dad kept teasing him about settling down constantly telling him about possible dates. It made you sad but Harry always comforted you telling he doesn't want anyone but you.

You believed him and trust him with your everything but that doesn't stop you from wanting to pluck those flirty eyes out of Sharon's head any less.

Few people walked past them making them shift from their position. Now, Sharon's back was to you and Harry in front of her. You smiked brewing plan in your head. You walked towards them sipping your wine, Harry eyes found yours and he knew something was going on in your brain. He straightened up seeing you walk towards him.

"Mr. Sty-" You cut yourself off and pretended to trip over the stone in front of you. The wine splashed on Harry's black shirt and some on his pants and you "accidentally" collided with Sharon making her fall into the pool. Harry caught you in his arms even though he knew you were safe, it was like a reflex for him.

Sharon screamed sounded followed by splash of water. You bit your lips trying not to laugh as she came above he surface of water looking like a wet dog.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked for confirmation, your eyes softened looking up at his. You gave him nod and then a cheeky smile.

He shook his head and moved towards Sharon to help her get out but before she could touch him you called the guards and made them help her out.

"I'm soo sorry Ms. Sharon. Are you hurt?" You asked her faking innocence. Harry rolled his eyes internally and wanted to laugh at your jealous antics but refrained himself.

Her hardened eyes snapped at yours but she couldn't say anything cause you were her boss's daughter and one wrong word she would have been fired.

She gave you the best fake smile, "No ma'am it's fine mistakes happen"

"I know next time don't stand beside dangerous places. I'm a bit clumsy you know, who knows where you might end up falling" You pouted and passed her towel brought by one of servants. Her smile faltered and she excused herself.

"You want you clean that up Mr. Styles?" You asked him pointing towards his shirt and pants. You looked up at him with doe eyes batting your eyelashes as if you didn't just pulled a stunt.

"You're a brat you know that?" He whispered darkly, his voice getting deep. You kept your eyes on his, "Your brat though" You pouted making him laugh.

"C'mon princess help me get this stain off" He said walking inside. The music was playing loudly now as dinner was served and people were drunk dancing their asses off. You saw your dad chatting with few men so, he didn't see you. Just as you were to slide inside the guest bathroom with him your mom saw you.

"What happened?" She asked looking in between you two. You panicked thinking she caught you but Harry saved your ass.

"Oh nothing Mrs. Y/L/N, little miss here accidentally spilled wine on my shirt. I told her I could get it off myself but she said she felt guilty." He said waving off and pretending to walk inside the bathroom.

"No no. She will help you. ¡Cuántas veces te he dicho que no bebas tanto!" (how many times I have told you not to drink so much!) she said her spanish accent thinking as she got mad.

"Sorry ma I will help him" You said and you really felt like a child getting scolded. You mom hummed and walked back towards the party.

You quickly pulled Harry inside and locked the door. His back was against the door as you started to kiss him. You were a starved woman not being able to kiss your boyfriend for so long.

Harry smiled at your eagerness, his hands sliding down to your ass groping it, pulling them apart then letting them go. He started walking and pushed your back towards the sink pulling you up and sitting down.

He pulled apart to breathe. Both of your lips red, glistening and swollen, your red lipstick smudged around your lips making his heart skip.

"You look so good baby" Harry cooed at his girlfriend. Your cheeks heated up but you kept the eye contact playing with his curls at the nap of his neck.

"You don't look bad yourself Mr. Styles" You teased giggling. He shook his head at your childishness but that's the thing he loved about you most. You were serious, a strong headed woman but also playful, brat and full of life.

Harry leaned down just inches away from your face, "Is that how we're going today? Mr. Styles?" He asked running his nose along your jaw. You closed your eyes and tilted you head to the side as his breath tickled your skin.

"We don't have much time-" You got cut off by a whimper as he started to leave wet kissed down your neck, "People might get suspicious" You said fully losing control of your body to him.

"Mhm I will be quick" He said as his fingers slid down your silky dress to your lace thong barely covering anything. "You're in for it when I get my hands on you later" he groans moving down to your cleavage biting and sucking on them.

"Harry please" You moaned desperately wanting for him to relieve the pain. He stopped moving his fingers but before you could whine in disapproval you earned a sharp slap to your clit. Even though it was covered his rings were enough to have you doubling over.

"Try again sweetheart" he said resuming the slow assault on your clit. Your head was tucked into his chest and only thing you could do was whimper.

"Please Mr. Styles" You begged making him hum in appreciation. He started rubbing your clit faster the thin fabric getting soaked in your arousal. You let out a loud moan getting closer to your climax. Your noises were getting louder and if anyone to pass by the door would know what's going on.

"Shh sweetheart don't want anyone to know you're in here making a mess do you?" He tsked tilting his head. You shook your head not being able to say anything or comprehend. Even if someone did heard you both you couldn't care.

"But I think you would also love for someone to hear you getting of just by me rubbing my fingers on you" He chuckled, "Such a pathetic baby"

You pouted at his words even though his words were making you more wet.

"Don't pout. How would your dad react when he gets to know you pushed that poor woman in pool cause you were jealous" He taunted his fingers still making tight and slow circle on your clothed clit making your hips buck up from time to time.

"Please! Please! Please!" You whined for more. You were incredibly wet and it was aching, you just wanted your release but it never came.

Harry removed his fingers from your clothes pussy making your eyes snap open. You looked up at him frustated and confused while he just smirked.

"You think I would let you cum after you've been a brat" He asked bringing his hands near your shoulders. In one go he flips you around, your back to his chest and his hands over your stomach keeping you against him firmly.

"What you're soo mad I pushed your side chick in pool?" You mocked rolling your eyes at him, starting to get frustrated. So what if you pushed her in pool she had it coming.

"Don't give me that attitude princess" He spanked your ass hard making you moan loudly in return, "It's my duty to remind you of manners you have seem to forget" He pinched your butt then leaving another slap.

Then he pushes him away from you all together, the sudden loss of contact had your body in shivers from cold air.

"Now how this will go princess is I will go is I will fuck this tight warm pussy of yours, get my orgasm" He said his hands roaming all over your body as if he was memorizing every curve.

"What about me?" Your voice faltered as his hands found your boobs. Harry loved your boobs although you told him many times you felt insecure about them he was obsessed. Always holding them, sucking on them like his personal stress ball.

"What about you hm? All you're to me right now is a fuck toy baby" He said his lips sucking on the spot near your neck which can be hidden by hair.

His words should have hurt you but only thing hurting was your cunt for his dick.

He pushed you down your forehead resting on cold mirror as he fumbled with his belt and pants. Once his pants were down his knees he pushed your dress up. Both of your holes were in full display in front of him and he wanted to ruin you right there but they didn't have time.

he pushed your panties to the side and slid inside you without a waning. You moaned loudly from the intrusion, he was so big stretching you out filling you up.

Harry brought his hand to your mouth and covered it. "As much as I would love to hear your maons babygirl, I don't think your father will appreciate it" he spoke in your ears his breath tickling your skin, "What would he think if he finds out his daughter fucking his best friend huh?" He taunted you.

Your brain felt like mush and all you could do was nod. "Such a dumb baby" He spoke and then started pounding in you. Your hips were constantly hitting the sink and you knew you will have bruises there.

You were so close to getting off when you heard the knock on the door. Harry stopped for a second confirming someone was indeed knocking and it wasn't something his brain made up.

"Mr. Styles? Y/N? Who's inside and why is it locked?" You mom asked trying to open the door. Your whole body was rigid and for a second you thought you might get caught. You looked up and found Harry's eyes in mirror and he gave you a shrug and started moving again slower but deeper.

"Go on reply to her" he whispered in her ear.

"Helloo" You mom called out again. You whimpered slightly but got yoursf together.

"It's me mom" You said and bit down on your lip as Harry hit the right spot inside you.

"Y/N? What happened are you okay?" She asked concerned from hearing your weak voice.

"Yeah Yeah just threw up a bit. You know me and-" fuck "wine" You said stumbling over your words.

"Where is Mr. Styles?" She asked. "uh I think he went outside I don't know" You said that in one go amd brought your up so you could moan.

You don't know if she brought it or not but she left after telling you to call her if you need anything. Harry pulled you up by your hair your head falling back on his shoulder.

His pace was flattering but still firm, his hand either groaping your ass or your boobs.

"I'm close Harry can I come please" You begged but he didn't listen.

"No. On knees now" he said and pulled out. You fell on your knees in second, you hand holding his thighs for support. He brought his cock near you lips smearing the precum and your juices on your lips and then pushed inside.

You sucked like your life depends on it. You were a pleaser with no doubt and Harry loved it.

"Yes fuck keep going baby" He said, one hand gripping the sink and other your hair. He was fucking your mouth with same intensity as yiur cunt. You swirled your tongue around him and brought your hands up to massage his balls. He let out another moan and a curse.

"Such a good girl" he moaned out andgripped your head more tightly. "I'm going to cum" he announced and soon you felt him shooting warm thick ropes down your throat. You sucked and cleaned him off until he went soft inside you.

Harry brought you back up and sat on the counter. His lips back on yours tasting himself.

"I'm going to leave and you will leave behind me. 20 minutes I want you in my bed" Ge said and pecked all over your face making you giggle.

"Did so good going to reward my baby" With a wink he opened the window and jumped out landing in front of shed. He fixed his suit and went like nothing happened.

*****

I'm thinking of making this a trope. Gang leader dbf, sounds fun lol.

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[cherryblossomwriting]

The debt

Summary: “Y/N’s brother owes Harry money. However, he is unable to pay the debt. So Harry decides to strike a deal that involves Y/N”

Tags: Dom!Mafia/Gang Harry x Innocent/Virgin Y/N

Note: Everything mentioned in this writing is consensual. Harry and Y/N both are 18+

Also, this writing has not been proofread so please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes! 

W.C: 1442 

Y/N was in her pyjama set when she heard the doorbell ring. She wasn't really expecting anyone at 2pm on a sunday afternoon. She had just turned 18 last month and decided to move into her brother's flat. The best part was that the rent wasn't really high, she got her own, private room and also soon realised that her brother was rarely ever at home (god knows what kind of activities he is involved in). She had just completed her long college assignment and was planning on napping for a while. She made her way to the door to see who it was. She opened the door slightly, just enough to poke her head out to see who it was. The tall man with a chiselled face, toned body and long, brown locks reaching his shoulders, she gasped when he harshly pushed the door completely open. 

“Hi, umm are you looking for someone?” Y/N squealed. “Ahh, didn't know he had just an innocent little pretty sister” the man murmured. “Where's your brother?” he asked in his deep voice. “How can his voice be so deep and rough and still be as smooth as honey?” She thought to herself. “Umm.. I am not sure he hasnt come home in two days” she replied. “Oh, is it? I want you to call him right fucking now and tell him to come home” he cocked slyly. She casually bent down to pick up her phone that was lying on the sofa, without realising how her short shorts hiked up to reveal the bottom of her ass. He could feel his cock stir in his pants. There was something about her innocence that turned him on. She called her brother's number and asked him to come home. “He is coming home in 10 mins,” she answered shyly, unintentionally biting her lip (she did that when she was nervous). That lip bite made him go furreal, he wanted to bite that lip. Push her down and take her right on that sofa. Ruin her. Destroy her. Fuck her. 

After 10 mins, y/b/n entered the house, not expecting to see Harry there. “H-hey, Harry. How are you? W-what are y-you doing here?” he asked with a blank expression. His face looked like he just saw a ghost. “Harry… what a sexy name” Y/N she thought to herself. “You motherfucker, cut the bullshit, you know exactly why I am here. To collect my money. It has been 6 months for fucks sake. I want my bloody money right fucking now or I will hesitate to show you who is in power here.” he roared with dominance. He slightly lifted his suit to show the gun that rested on his hip. 

“H-harry you know how things have been for me, I don't have a penny to give you right now. I-I promise, I will pay you by the end of this month. Please,believe me.” “Over my dead fucking body will I give you more time. You've been saying the same thing to me for the past 4 months. Do you think I am stupid? Have you forgotten who I am? Do i need to remind you about who youre fucking talking to? I am the fucking drug kingpin of London, it wont take me a minute to kill you and throw your body in a place where no one will ever find it.” he smirked knowing the effect his loud and dominating voice has on people. 

Y/N was terrified to say the least. “Why does her brother owe money to the fucking drug mafia leader? Will he actually kill my brother? No, I have to save him!” she thought to herself. She mustered up her strength and said, “N-no, please don't kill him. P-please.” 

“Oh baby girl, I'm afraid I might have to if he doesn't pay up.” the mafia leader uttered. 

“Y/N, go to your room. I can handle this myself, I don't want you to get involved,” y/b/n said. 

“You know what I have a deal for you. I will forgive the loan. On one condition. You have to let me fuck your sweet little, innocent sister” harry said. “W-what. N-no. that's my sister dude” y/b/n said. “Im not your fucking dude. You have two options and they are in front of you.” Harry said while roughly squeezing y/b/n cheeks and jaws. 

Y/N couldn't believe her ears and eyes at the moment. “He wanted to fuck me? I am a virgin. Do I really want to lose my virginity to this man? I mean no doubt he is fucking hotter than the devil but he was in the mafia for fucks sake.” These thoughts were spiralling in her brain. 

“O-ok, I-I am ready. If that's what it takes to save my brother's life. I am ready” Y/N retorted. 

“Y/N you don't have to do this. There are other ways” y/b/n said. “I don't think you have much of a choice right now anyways. I will be taking her to my mansion and she will be safely dropped back home once I'm done with her,” he smirked, winking at me. “I will go change and then we can leave” Y/N said as she walked her way to her room.

Y/N changed into my favourite white, bow dress pairing it up with stockings and boots. If im doing this might as well do it properly. Y/N looked in the mirror one last time before leaving my room and going towards Harry. “Ooh you've already got me so hard baby. You have no idea what you're in for. I hope you don't like this dress and stockings because they are going to be torn apart” he whispered in her ear. He held her arm and they left the flat.  

They drove up to his humongous mansion. He took her to his bedroom. He swung the door open and pushed her on his bed. “I will make sure to pleasure you so much that there will be fat tears streaming down your eyes,” he said. He pushed Y/N on his bed and took both her legs in his left hand and with his right hand he tore open the flimsy stockings. “Spread your legs fo’ me” he commanded. As she spread her legs, he started licking long strips up her slit. “Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he moaned and kept fucking her with his tongue while his fingers rub on her clit. “On your knees and hands, NOW!” he demanded. Y/N quickly was on all fours. “I will make sure this pussy remembers who fucked it so good. It was made fo’ me” He poked his tip on her entrance and slowly entered her weeping hole, inch by inch. “Please, do something it hurts” Y/N cried out. “Oh, yeah, then you're gonna live what I'm about to do next.”  He pulled out completely. “Why did you pull-ohh,” Y/N moaned and he thrusted his 9-inch cock all at once. He started relentlessly pistoning his cock right in her virgin hole. He kept fucking her doggy-style. 

He held you by your stomach and turned you on your back. His cock re-entered her pussy. “I love seeing your face when I enter you. You’re perfect. It's like you were made for me” he said as he kept thrusting in you. “Bloody hell, you have the perfect, perky tits” he said as he took your left nipple in his mouth and kept sucking on it like his life depended on it. He took your other nipple in his fingers and kept pinching and fondling them. “Im gonna cum, oh god” she said as his movements became faster, wanting her to cum first. He saw her eyes roll at the back of her head as her fingers grasp the expensive, velvet sheets and a moan erupts from the depth of her throat  as she feels the euphoric high. After she rides her high, Harry cums deep inside her, coating her insides white with his milky cum. He has never cum this much. He slowly pulls out and falls on top of her, his head hidden in the crook of her neck. 

His thick cum oozing out of her glistening pussy. He feels himself harden again at the site of his cum flowing out her pussy. 

“Are we done?” Y/N asks shyly. “Oh baby, this is just the start of the night, you have no idea of what you're in for” he says as he slowly enters her pussy once again. 

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Note: Please let me know your thoughts and views about this piece in the comments below. All support is appreciated.

Lots of love

xoxo

[ghostlydragonoaftrash]

THE GANG: Keep Driving

[wonderlandficarchive]

gang/mafia au

harry is y/n’s grumpy neighbour & he has a secret by @jawllines 

- part two: harry’s secret is not so secret anymore & y/n has a crush 

y/n is taking care of harry’s boss & she’s smitten series by @jawllines​

- part two

- part three

- part four

- part five

- part six

- part seven

mafialeader!h series by @angelisverba 

gangrry series by @erodasfishtacos 

only angel by @stylesharrys 

gang!/punk!harry & baby!y/n by @harrysglittershirts 

femme fatale by @hunflowers 

gang!harry series by @satanhalsey 

mafia!harry series by @shroombloomm

gold series by @slvtbible

double-edged sword by @tokyoharry 

sleepy baby by @tpwkxxangel 

two can play that game by @twohearts-hs 

gang!harry during your period blurb by @lollypopsx

a delicate thing by @gurugirl​

st. patrick by @harryscustomguccisuit​ 

limerence by @softforcal​

- part two: about time

[alexandriabelle]

I feel like if you got Johnny Depp and Harry Styles and just like, mixed them together, you’d get the guy from Gang Of Youths.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

This Rotten Work Playlist: Lefstebany Acosta!

As @evelynhug0 so kindly requested, I'm going to release each of the main character playlists (and one for the main ship, Rachel and Daiyu) once a week leading up to the release of the book!

Fourth up is Lefstebany "Stebbie" Acosta. Though a Render by magical gift, she is damned if she will let anything disturb her pacifist values. The best friend of a hot-tempered Chosen One and in love with a man who thinks that Mountain Dew is the height of cuisine can sometimes make this difficult, not to mention having to survive a death tournament her freshman year of high school. Being the most well-adjusted of any of the graduates of the Academy of the Rising Sun doesn't mean that she doesn't deal of nightmares of her own; it just means that she's more able to call out Rachel and Zell when they start spiralling.

Excerpt:

Stebbie’s a Healer. Well, more accurately, she’s a Render: someone who can manipulate the insides of bodies, coaxing veins and tissues and cells to heal or fray further. Headmaster Nightbane had the same powers, though he used his very differently.

Stebbie’s nothing like the Headmaster. She hates violence. She loathes the idea of bringing harm to anyone, even those who hurt her. She refuses to use her powers for anything but healing, and as far as the Academy was aware, that’s all she was able to use it for. She was constantly kept at the bottom of the class in battle classes, thus preventing her from ever breaking into the top ranks of students despite her clear academic superiority. The Academy under Julien Nightbane treated healers like the lowest of the low, practically useless. Even Katalyn was considered higher than her, as Katalyn would at least participate in battle training. 

It rankled Stebbie, going from the top of her middle school class to so low at the Academy of the Rising Sun, but she refused to give up her pacifist values for anything. She made it through the Tournament entirely by her survival skills instead of by violence.

Her punk aesthetic actually comes from that attitude. Punk, Stebbie likes to tell Zell and I, is about revolting against the system by being kind, treating people better than the system wants you to. It’s about hanging fairy lights and clay calaveras skulls on the walls of the living room, about caring about those who no one else cares about.

@snazzy-hats-and-adhd @blufox3542 @neshatriumphs @khruschevshoe @weedpoop @thesirhandsome-tepalehuia @sillylittlecheeto @nefertittti @henrythepug @meet-me-behindthemall12 @aboutblankpages-blog-blog @artemisiaarm @profiterole-reads @marchionessdebrannas @harrietmjones @thearcaneuniversity @little-bloodied-angel @artemisbones @jacksope-lives @fleuranna @shehungthemoon @spacecatrainshell @celestedeluna @thefiresofpompeii @gerardway-jpeg @fleuranna @smokecloudsandrollingpapers @idealuk @aceumbrellaheroes @evelynhug0 @madhare0512 @fool-for-luv @nealmcclure @elposting @mikereads @corvidspectre @thanatosdetesreves @sapphicsigh @ameliapondmd @possumsmushroom

[chiropteracupola]

another frisbee au scribble! @seaglassandeelgrass suggested that a passion for metal-detecting might be a suitable equivalent to Hagman's skulking-and-lurking poacher ways — what do you think they've discovered?

[kaiyah-in-a-mercedes]

there's just something about music that swallows you up, filling your soul and then leaving you hollow. that mistifying emptiness you're left with once the sound stops and it is only you and the silence. I want music to consume me.

[demolition-lovers-blog]

Mafia Harry x (non) virgin y/n

Pt 5

Smut, angst

Y/n had never seen Harry this mad before she didn’t know how to approach him or ev n if she should at all. She knew he has to be strong and almost evil sometimes to run the empire he does but to her he never really showed her that side of him.

Y/n was scared not that she thought Harry would hurt her, she knows him better then that. He always left his Mob boss persona at the door. What could have made him so mad, she hoped it wasn’t something she had done, she hasn’t been on the receiving end of one of Harry’s punishments yet and she is torn if she never wants to be or really wants to be. Confusing she thinks how can she want two different things that contradict each other, maybe she was overthinking anyway she hasn’t been anywhere to do anything wrong so she feels she has no need to worry that this explosion going on downstairs has something to do with her. That doesn’t mean she is going to venture out of the bedroom and downstairs to find, she thinks waiting here is her best bet.

It seems she was right in staying in her bedroom until she shrieked and almost fell of the bed when her door flew open and there stood a very pissed off Harry styles.

“H-Harry?” She tried to really hard to not sound as terrified as she actually was. He says nothing, his piercing green eyes pinning her down. Y/n can’t help but move her body slowly towards the headboard in a way to put even the smallest bit of extra distance between her and and a extremely frightening Harry. She feels like that are in a stand off that is never ending.

So when he takes a step towards her she can’t control the small sob that falls from her lips, she is honestly scared. If Harry had not been so fucking mad, over finding out one of his trusted men betrayed him and stole a 5 million dollar drug shipment he might have realized that he shouldn’t have come to find y/n until he got his anger under control. If his head was clearer he would see the true fear on his girls face.

Instead he stalked towards the shaking girl with the devil in his eyes and a need to fuck out all his anger. Harry wasn’t usually a selfish man when it came to his lovers and he especially wasn’t selfish when it came to y/n. Right now though he only had his own needs on the forefront of his mind.

Y/n watches as Harry stops at the end of the bed, she has practically curled herself up in fetal position against the headboard.

His voice comes out harsh and demanding.”I want you to strip and then lay on your back with your arms above your head. You will stay still if you can’t follow my instructions then I will tie you down, do you understand.” She nods and starts to sit up to take her clothes off when his hand roughly grabs her face.” You will answer me with words! Now I’ll ask you again do you understand?” He growled, a few tears ran down her cheek as she answered him. “Yes Harry I understand.” “Good, now strip.”

Y/n can’t quite get her body to stop the tremors that are running thru it, as she is laying as Harry had instructed, he is fully dressed looming over her like he is trying to decide what to do to her. She sees him removing his belt, she still isn’t sure what put him in this mood, she wonders is it something she had? She can’t recall doing anything, he gave her a sweet kiss on the lips when he was leaving this morning and now well she didn’t know what was going on.

Harry had been rough with y/n a few times and she had always enjoyed it, she wasn’t so sure that this was going to be the case this time. As she was lost in her thoughts she didn’t notice Harry had placed himself on the bed scooting up towards her, her shirt was gone and his pants open and slightly hang off his hips.

Y/n just stared at him as he moved his way up the bed till he was throwing one leg over her head encasing her face between his thighs. “Open.” He commands as he pulls his himself out already extremely hard. She does what she is told and before she can blink he shoved his cock straight down her throat. Her reaction was to bring her hands up to push him off but he only grabbed them and pinned them under his thighs.

Harry continued to to fuck her face with no thought to her, he was enjoys her gagging and tears which if he payed attention were sobs. When he finally pulled out to give her a second all her heard was her scream “RED!RED!RED!”

That was the moment he finally snapped out of it looking down at the girl he swore to protect, his girl. Y/n was sobbing, he quickly got off of her and went to lay down by her side but she turned away from him and that broke his heart. He can only imagine how hurt you are, he prays not physically but he can’t even be sure of that.

“Baby, oh god baby.” He gets out in shaking breaths.”I’m so sorry, baby. Please, please y/n look at me. I need to see your face to know your ok.” All he got was a scoff and her back stiffened “I don’t need to do anything for you! The only thing I need is for you to leave.” She was trying to be strong but they could both hear the tremors in her voice as it was breaking more with every word she spoke.

He went to gently rub her back but she jerked away. He knew he had no choice but to give her the space she needed right now.

“Alright darling, I’m gonna go downstairs for a bit. I love you y/n and I’m so sorry I never want to hurt you and I’ll do anything to make things right between us.” Harry hung his head as he got no response and exited the room shutting the door behind him. As soon as the door clicked he heard her sobs and he has never felt like such a piece of shit that he does right now. Whatever it takes he will make it up to her, he has to he can’t loose her.

To be continued….

[missmielyhoran]

Dbf!Harry imagine

Imagine Dbf!Harry yelling at his gang members, dressed in all black, gun in hand, having that angry look on his face which would make them shit their pants after they fuck up a task but no one can take him seriously cause he has his baby attached to him who keeps tugging on his lips, shirt or anything they could gets their hands on and Harry just lets them.

[rewritingcanon]

i feel like karl jenkins could hit the meanest gangnam style

[ladychandraofthemoone]

6️⃣SUDRIANVERSE:HAPPY LATE 6/6 DAY!!6️⃣

Have:

Percy Avonside

Lord Harry Patrick Barrane Andreas Roldan Guerrero Hidalgo Hunslet I legit thought he was number 6 until I went back to his series and it’s actually 2 welp I’m dumb so here’s he’s msr #6 xD

Duncan Barclay (I’m so very sorry sweetie I didn’t finished you)

rambling time:

alright I knew I wanted my percy to be inspired by raggedy Ann dolls specifically the hairstyle and the overalls, I gave him a scarf 🧣 to represent “a scarf for Percy” episode and of course they’re little hat with the sodor mail logo and her mailbag with their whistle and lucky bell as keychains (I forgot to to draw them but say it’s behind her back) 🔔 I was gotta decorate her boots more but I it slipped out my mind and I was originally gotta make them red. Of course they have their pins on their bag a bear pin for “wooly bear” a butterfly 🦋 for aeg (I know I know people still don’t like it please don’t come after me) and their gender-fluid and pan pride pin.

Patrick or Harry was the easiest to be honest like nearly all of my cfr designs was mainly inspired by glowynviator except I added some minor changes like an orange scarf 🧣 his boots and pants color change and design and he got classy pristine gloves and earrings and of course a pompadour which is fitting for his nature (I know it’s looks like wally darling xD that’s the idea 💡)

long rant on stuff cause it gets dark on some parts and cause Duncan and Andreas’s storyline takes place

Andreas I was originally searching up Argentinan fashion for him cause he’s afro Argentinan in my human au cause his basis was sent there but it was formal dress wear so I went with that along with fancy British style cause my Andreas comes from old money an wealthy family and he totally shows off like Gordon he’s also got a cape jacket like him but I couldn’t decide which one cause I did so many of them I’ll post them later and maybe do a poll on it even though knowing me I’ll use all of them haha

(Gordon 🤝 Andreas they r besties they gossip have coffee and Gordon was the first standard guage driver to visit Andreas in the hospital 🏥 after the accident this does apply for Alfred as well but he’s was a prick and he and Andreas got into arguments) and also like Gordon has his own fair share of toxic dysfunctional relationships ridiculously high standards and the pressure to be perfect though unlike Gordon Andreas was originally engaged through an arranged marriage by his family mainly his abuelo which secretly stressed about it for he had no feelings for her and if he was honest never felt attracted towards girls even though he was well liked and known and popular and that his stomach often churns at the thought the same goes with more intimate activities that he doesn’t really wish to have children at least not yet and gosh-

Like y’all  (his main inspiration was Encanto Isabela and her family I guess you can say he’s a genderbent version as despite his own emotions thoughts and fears he was determined to not frightened of disappointing his family and being the golden child and the oldest (he’s meant to be a foil to Gordon and Alfred who are meant to be parallels to one another’s it’s complicated) he’s very grateful he managed to convince his abuelo to let him have the opportunity to work on sodor under the excuse it would be good to have more connections the railway needs assistance and this would be great experience in an effort to put the marriage on hold among o th her things (cause he did fight in the war with his engine but his family mainly his abuelo was too worried of losing him and practically begged him to return back home even giving money 💰 to Andreas superiors and Andreas ends up returning early like less than a few months athough the marriage was cancelled after his family found out after his accident later on still wondering if some of his family members move to sodor which Andreas deliberately put off and revelations are revealed which leads to huge arguments and Andreas is no longer welcomed into the family not officially disowned but it’s was more of a like until he got his act together to him and it stung cause they couldn’t tell it to his face yet at the same so relieve cause he felt like he couldn’t handle so many people in the room overall it’s extremely messy but he still feels thankful that he got a support system on sodor and he got out of a rather toxic and kinda forced heteronormative environment 

Duncan has so many outfits and hairstyles  that I’m drawing out cause my guy goes through the wringer he’s got so much character development going on but I went with one of a more healing style he wearing something’s that’s causal yet comfortable (of course I drew him with a guitar he finds comfort in music and yeah he’s in his pride colors) he’s not pretending to be this overly happy guy in an effort to please others as his way to cope with the situation but ge wrote his red outfit I’m leaning towards boilersuit/jumpsuit (which he ends up burning and throwing away cause well it’s kindave stained while he was doing his hardest to recuse Andreas like he accidentally injured himself in the attempt to free Andreas think suletta and her hands but he was freaking out in full panic not thinking and now every time he looks at it looks st himself his stomach turns to kits he stays seating he’s shaking cause it reminded him so much of what was Andreas when he was recused and how he was almost…killed… BY HIM…he was severely injured and barely alive but still somehow breathing 

First time you see him he’s got a Mohawk, it’s messy but cool looking but to others on a outsiders views he appears not to care about appearance which does rub (mostly Andreas who’s obsessed with making perfect appearances and self-importance) leads to them butting heads a lot like it’s kinda an isa and Mira situation where they’re both envious of one another where Duncan is jealous over how between the two numbers 6’s here it’s appears that a majority of folks prefers Andreas while Andreas even though he’s in an environment where he can express more freedom and won’t be punished for it he still can’t downright be more vocal towards authority (at least till the hours of the incident where he argued with the  supervisor but it was more on the lines of safety and not recklessness)  treatment or say everything on his mind with vulgar languages  and he is a bit impressed on that but wishes Duncan had common sense and not just complain about everything and anything

So yeah they rubbed one another all the wrong ways and Duncan calls him “mister perfect” Andreas retorts to him being a hypocrite yet didn’t hesitate to put his life on the line and recuse him and Duncan just felt excruciating amount of guilt and also reeling from that situation since it’s also traumatic for him like he was right there when Andreas getting crushed and unfortunately the first actually see how bad lead injuries were on Andrea’s and it ran and it wasn’t a pretty sight and I will let you guys fill in the head. It’s but for Duncan, his mental health was taking a toll on him 

A majority of his colleagues (the msr the ones who knew  Andreas was he longest they held him responsible some even  right blaming him (like I wrote that Andreas family were gotta sue him as well as the railway but that was stoped by Andreas but that didn’t do well for Duncan emotionally) for everything others not speaking or or even acknowledging him like he’s existence leave it like glares they’re grieving they’re dealing with this situation and it doesn’t excuse their actions or their treatment of Duncan but it explains it it’s still not right but it’s like all sadnes all around. Even though Duncan has  the support and comfort of the Skr members he still feels like he’s responsible and begins to overwork himself like bag eyes despite his smiling attitude like his hair outgrew the passing couple of months and he’s putting it in a  braid or ponytail he’s wearing less red (I got an idea on his that looks like) yet he neglecting his own health then he comes back after his run in with the scientists where he was knocked unconscious and he’s wearing yellow like he  dyed his hair he subconsciously changes to match Andreas ponytail and a more fitting attire and ugh my heart

[wonderlandficarchive]

au - professions

boxer/personal trainer

ceo/businessman

gang/mafia

professor/ta