Harry Styles Ruined My Life

Hello. I'm allllllll about harry styles.

[londonharry]

Barcelona (7/12) | Kiwi

[shelbys-advice-blog]

I want to live by myself when I move out of my parent's place but I'm really afraid of money problems? I'm afraid that the only place I can afford will be in the ghetto and it'll all be torn apart and I'll only be allowed to eat one granola bar a week. I'm really stressing out about this. I don't know anything about after school life. I don't know anything about paying bills or how to buy an apartment and it's really scaring me. is there anything you know that can help me?

HI darling,

I’ve actually got a super wonderful masterpost for you to check out:

Home

what the hell is a mortgage?

first apartment essentials checklist

how to care for cacti and succulents

the care and keeping of plants

Getting an apartment

Money

earn rewards by taking polls

how to coupon

what to do when you can’t pay your bills

see if you’re paying too much for your cell phone bill

how to save money

How to Balance a Check Book

How to do Your Own Taxes

Health

how to take care of yourself when you’re sick

things to bring to a doctor’s appointment

how to get free therapy

what to expect from your first gynecologist appointment

how to make a doctor’s appointment

how to pick a health insurance plan

how to avoid a hangover

a list of stress relievers

how to remove a splinter

Emergency

what to do if you get pulled over by a cop

a list of hotlines in a crisis

things to keep in your car in case of an emergency

how to do the heimlich maneuver

Job

time management

create a resume

find the right career

how to pick a major

how to avoid a hangover

how to interview for a job

how to stop procrastinating

How to write cover letters

Travel

ULTIMATE PACKING LIST

Traveling for Cheap

Travel Accessories

The Best Way to Pack a Suitcase

How To Read A Map

How to Apply For A Passport

How to Make A Travel Budget

Better You

read the news

leave your childhood traumas behind

how to quit smoking

how to knit

how to stop biting your nails

how to stop procrastinating

how to stop skipping breakfast

how to stop micromanaging

how to stop avoiding asking for help

how to stop swearing constantly

how to stop being a pushover

learn another language

how to improve your self-esteem

how to sew

learn how to embroider

how to love yourself

100 tips for life

Apartments/Houses/Moving

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 1: Are You Sure? (The Responsible One)

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 2: Finding the Damn Apartment (The Responsible One)

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 3: Questions to Ask about the Damn Apartment (The Responsible One)

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 4: Packing and Moving All of Your Shit (The Responsible One)

How to Protect Your Home Against Break-Ins (The Responsible One)

Education

How to Find a Fucking College (The Sudden Adult)

How to Find Some Fucking Money for College (The Sudden Adult)

What to Do When You Can’t Afford Your #1 Post-Secondary School (The Sudden Adult)

Stop Shitting on Community College Kids (Why Community College is Fucking Awesome) (The Responsible One)

How to Ask for a Recommendation Letter (The Responsible One)

How to Choose a College Major (The Sudden Adult)

Finances

How to Write a Goddamn Check (The Responsible One)

How to Convince Credit Companies You’re Not a Worthless Bag of Shit (The Responsible One)

Debit vs Credit (The Responsible One)

What to Do if Your Wallet is Stolen/Lost (The Sudden Adult)

Budgeting 101 (The Responsible One)

Important Tax Links to Know (The Responsible One)

How to Choose a Bank Without Screwing Yourself (The Responsible One)

Job Hunting

How to Write a Resume Like a Boss (The Responsible One)

How to Write a Cover Letter Someone Will Actually Read (The Responsible One)

How to Handle a Phone Interview without Fucking Up (The Responsible One)

10 Sites to Start Your Job Search (The Responsible One)

Life Skills

Staying in Touch with Friends/Family (The Sudden Adult)

Bar Etiquette (The Sudden Adult)

What to Do After a Car Accident (The Sudden Adult)

Grow Up and Buy Your Own Groceries (The Responsible One)

How to Survive Plane Trips (The Sudden Adult)

How to Make a List of Goals (The Responsible One)

How to Stop Whining and Make a Damn Appointment (The Responsible One)

Miscellaneous

What to Expect from the Hell that is Jury Duty (The Responsible One)

Relationships

Marriage: What the Fuck Does It Mean and How the Hell Do I Know When I’m Ready? (Guest post - The Northwest Adult)

How Fucked Are You for Moving In with Your Significant Other: An Interview with an Actual Real-Life Couple Living Together™ (mintypineapple  and catastrofries)

Travel & Vehicles

How to Winterize Your Piece of Shit Vehicle (The Responsible One)

How to Make Public Transportation Your Bitch (The Responsible One)

Other Blog Features

Apps for Asshats

Harsh Truths & Bitter Reminders

Asks I’ll Probably Need to Refer People to Later

Apartments (or Life Skills) - How Not to Live in Filth (The Sudden Adult)

Finances - Tax Basics (The Responsible One)

Important Documents - How to Get a Copy of Your Birth Certificate (The Responsible One)

Important Documents - How to Get a Replacement ID (The Responsible One)

Health - How to Deal with a Chemical Burn (The Responsible One)

Job Hunting - List of Jobs Based on Social Interaction Levels (The Sudden Adult)

Job Hunting - How to Avoid Falling into a Pit of Despair While Job Hunting (The Responsible One)

Job Hunting - Questions to Ask in an Interview (The Responsible One)

Life Skills - First-Time Flying Tips (The Sudden Adult)

Life Skills - How to Ask a Good Question (The Responsible One)

Life Skills - Reasons to Take a Foreign Language (The Responsible One)

Life Skills - Opening a Bar Tab (The Sudden Adult)

Relationships - Long Distance Relationships: How to Stay in Contact (The Responsible One)

Adult Cheat Sheet:

what to do if your pet gets lost

removing stains from your carpet

how to know if you’re eligible for food stamps

throwing a dinner party

i’m pregnant, now what?

first aid tools to keep in your house

how to keep a clean kitchen

learning how to become independent from your parents

job interview tips

opening your first bank account

what to do if you lose your wallet

tips for cheap furniture

easy ways to cut your spending

selecting the right tires for your car

taking out your first loan

picking out the right credit card

how to get out of parking tickets

how to fix a leaky faucet

get all of your news in one place

getting rid of mice & rats in your house

when to go to the e.r.

buying your first home

how to buy your first stocks

guide to brewing coffee

first apartment essentials checklist

coping with a job you hate

30 books to read before you’re 30

what’s the deal with retirement?

difference between insurances

Once you’ve looked over all those cool links, I have some general advice for you on how you can have some sort of support system going for you:

Reasons to move out of home

You may decide to leave home for many different reasons, including:

wishing to live independently

location difficulties – for example, the need to move closer to university

conflict with your parents

being asked to leave by your parents.

Issues to consider when moving out of home

It’s common to be a little unsure when you make a decision like leaving home. You may choose to move, but find that you face problems you didn’t anticipate, such as:

Unreadiness – you may find you are not quite ready to handle all the responsibilities.

Money worries – bills including rent, utilities like gas and electricity and the cost of groceries may catch you by surprise, especially if you are used to your parents providing for everything. Debt may become an issue.

Flatmate problems – issues such as paying bills on time, sharing housework equally, friends who never pay board, but stay anyway, and lifestyle incompatibilities (such as a non-drug-user flatting with a drug user) may result in hostilities and arguments.

Your parents may be worried

Think about how your parents may be feeling and talk with them if they are worried about you. Most parents want their children to be happy and independent, but they might be concerned about a lot of different things. For example:

They may worry that you are not ready.

They may be sad because they will miss you.

They may think you shouldn’t leave home until you are married or have bought a house.

They may be concerned about the people you have chosen to live with.

Reassure your parents that you will keep in touch and visit regularly. Try to leave on a positive note. Hopefully, they are happy about your plans and support your decision.

Tips for a successful move

Tips include:

Don’t make a rash decision – consider the situation carefully. Are you ready to live independently? Do you make enough money to support yourself? Are you moving out for the right reasons?

Draw up a realistic budget – don’t forget to include ‘hidden’ expenses such as the property’s security deposit or bond (usually four weeks’ rent), connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.

Communicate – avoid misunderstandings, hostilities and arguments by talking openly and respectfully about your concerns with flatmates and parents. Make sure you’re open to their point of view too – getting along is a two-way street.

Keep in touch – talk to your parents about regular home visits: for example, having Sunday night dinner together every week.

Work out acceptable behaviour – if your parents don’t like your flatmate(s), find out why. It is usually the behaviour rather than the person that causes offence (for example, swearing or smoking). Out of respect for your parents, ask your flatmate(s) to be on their best behaviour when your parents visit and do the same for them.

Ask for help – if things are becoming difficult, don’t be too proud to ask your parents for help. They have a lot of life experience.

If your family home does not provide support

Not everyone who leaves home can return home or ask their parents for help in times of trouble. If you have been thrown out of home or left home to escape abuse or conflict, you may be too young or unprepared to cope.

If you are a fostered child, you will have to leave the state-care system when you turn 18, but you may not be ready to make the sudden transition to independence.

If you need support, help is available from a range of community and government organisations. Assistance includes emergency accommodation and food vouchers. If you can’t call your parents or foster parents, call one of the associations below for information, advice and assistance.

Where to get help

Your doctor

Kids Helpline Tel. [phone]

Lifeline Tel. 13 11 44

Home Ground Services Tel. [phone]

Relationships Australia Tel. [phone]

Centrelink Crisis or Special Help Tel. 13 28 50

Tenants Union of Victoria Tel. [phone]

Things to remember

Try to solve any problems before you leave home. Don’t leave because of a fight or other family difficulty if you can possibly avoid it.

Draw up a realistic budget that includes ‘hidden’ expenses, such as bond, connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.

Remember that you can get help from a range of community and government organizations. 

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Keep me updated? xx

[brihann-deactivated20220622]

Reblogging for myself

[bridgyrose]

reblogging for those that follow me that may be starting to move out

[harryisart]

Don’t Worry Darling (2022)

[goldencherryhazz]

Has it ever been a family show?

[stylesberries]

Right Choice

Summary: Harry has a moustache now and you want to get it sticky.

Genre(s): pure smut

Word Count: 3.0k

Warning(s): swearings, sexual intercourse, sticky moustache.

A three-month quarantine resulted in a long ass list of awful consequences, starting from an economic fall to a rise in unemployment. Living this reality was depressing. It was hard to stay positive when people around were losing their jobs and being separated from their loved ones. You and Harry luckily got to quarantine together, as you were both peacefully cuddling in Los Angeles when it was announced that the borders are closing.

Being together in a closed space for so long took a toll on the relationships of many couples. Every day you heard people here and there getting divorces and breaking up because of the fact that they couldn’t stand each other for so long. Thankfully, as Harry was doing PR before the quarantine and overall gets to spend little to no time with you when he’s working, you were more than happy to be stuck together.

Your relationship had already felt like marriage before, but now you were thrown into a complete married life simulator.

You loved it.

You were waking up to your boyfriend showering you with kisses every day, and deep inside you knew that you have to make sure your skin remembers every touch and every kiss of his for the times when he’s away.

Your days were full of baking cookies, playing Scrabble, having sex in every room of the house, and, of course, trying out new things when it comes to your appearance.

You would keep debating on cutting your bangs at least six times a day, to a point where you had to change your lock screen to a picture of you with awful photoshopped bangs, just to fight off the constant desire to cut your hair.

Harry, on the other hand, left his hair alone for a while and would let you cut his hair from time to time when it would get too out of control, making it hard for him to tame it.

While you were busy watching a tutorial on how to cut hair, only half an hour into the process, Harry was staring into a mirror holding the hair you already cut off up to his upper lip.

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[missluckycharms]

Not for the AU q&a but can we have a small college!Harry blurb? (From score and smash?) I need some fratrry rn 🤩

Here’s a lil smutty smut. Also yes he is from Score & Smash incase anyone else was wondering !!

“You’re such a dickhead, just shut up and let me use you.”

Y/N says through a moan, her hips moving on top of him, his smug smile on his face as he watches her try to insult him, but she just can’t help but fall apart on his cock.

“Awh baby, you know you can’t resist it. Stop being such a stubborn slut and say how fucking good my cock is, go on.” He growls back, hands gripping her hips as she tightens the grip on his throat with her hand that has him chuckling darkly.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” She drops her hips with every word, making Harry roll his eyes back and let out a loud moan, body covered in sweat and curls falling from his headband as she pins him against his headboard.

“You gonna make me? Huh? Come on pretty girl, try your fucking best.” He spits back at her, his degrading tone making her roll her eyes back and moan louder than he’s ever heard her, her cunt getting wetter which has him smiling smugly.

“Can’t even talk huh? M’cock is just that good. Call me a dickhead, but who always comes back for more, beggin’ like a whore, hmm?” His hips begin thrusting up into her, her grip on his throat finally gone as she falls onto his chest moaning uncontrollably.

“Gonna come! Please, please make me come!” She cries out, Harry’s arms wrapped around her as he flips them over, now hovering above her.

“Only good girls get to come, now lay there while I fuck you like a slut, take it all.”

She nods through moans, he always knows how to make her fall apart for him.

[chaashni-deactivated20220413]

Highlighter harry + Zelophilia pls n thxxxxx

Do You Think Its Easy, Being Of The Jealous Kind?

Just two self destructive menaces going at it like mad people.

A/n: Highlighter Harry you say? Zelophilia you say? You ask and I deliver (late). Also, Don't blame me for falling to this, I'm just a little bitch.

Word Count: 2.1K

Zelophilia: A kink where someone gets sexually aroused from the feeling of jealousy. People into this kink often indulge by asking their partners to get intimate with some third person party.

Warnings: Smut. An OC. Pissing people off. Slapping. Spitting. A freakin' tentacle dildo. Accents. Rough sex cause why the hell not, which situation can be better than this for some manhandling? Dirty talk. Typical Highlighter!Harry and his girl's activities.

Masterlist. Highlighter!AU. Tell Me What You Think. Fic library is @chaashnifics

"Remind me again why we did this?" Dave ran a knuckle down your cheek, a teasing smile on his face as you sucked in a breath and kept your eye fixed on Harry, your heart racing at the absolute rage spitting out of his eyes.

Dave chuckled, a line of muscle along his shoulder twitching as he turned his back towards you, facing Harry fully. "To spice up your very boring sex life?"

Harry. Dear god, he looked furious. The kind of anger which could shatter a few asteroids and erase the trace of every cocky idiot named Dave on this planet. Harry scoffed from where he had handcuffed himself to the chair in front of you, clicking his tongue and looking away from Dave, so pissed off you were worried his teeth would shatter from being gnashed together.

The tick in his jaw alleviated both his sharp jawline and his sculpted cheekbones as he eyed you hungrily, eyes darkening with each pathetic simper that left your lips, desire melting and solidifying into something so intense you could feel it all the way here. You were cuffed to the ends of the St. Andrew's cross Harry had lugged all the way from his playroom to the garage, a third person hovering over you while harry sat some six feet from you, knuckles white and jaw clenched and a tall tent between his pants as he watched the little scene you had discussed unfold in front of himself, barely able to keep his animalistic urges to himself.

You weren't sure how he had managed to keep himself from breaking the freaking chair, ripping this guy off of you and railing you till you passed out.

Dave apparently had the same idea. He tossed you one sly look, running a hand purposely down the underwire of your bra, the strap covering which had been embroidered with the word 'Styles' on it. He swiftly uncuffed your hands, pressing a light kiss on your lips as Harry's growl resonated in the background. Dave tossed another set of keys at you, the ones which opened Harry's cuffs, winking at you before picking up his tee and ducking out from the half closed garage shutter.

Harry watched you from his place, eyes glowering and lips twisted in a snarl, angry lines streaking his forehead. He looked pissed off, much more than pissed off if you were being honest, the possessiveness in his gaze as he hungrily gawked at you, looking at you like he owned you, making your pussy throb.

Hopefully he wouldn't give you too much of a hard time while he reminds you of such.

You gulped, slowly making your way over to him. You made it a point to swing your hips as you neared him, your breast swaying suggestively, the 'H-S' shaped hooks attaching each strap to the cups of the bra almost at level with his face as you bent down to uncuff him.

The irony of the situation struck both him and you like a truck. Just minutes back somebody else was running his hands all over those tits. Those boobs which were his, Harry's. The annoyed crunch in his brow as you struggled with the unlocking mechanism, the impatience as his fingers twitched to claim you all over again was sending both of you reeling backwards in a frenzy, and you couldn't wait.

The cuff unlocked with a click, the pounding in your chest and the throbbing of your pussy brandished in your head as the rockstar snapped his eyes up from your chest to your lips, a heat starting to burn the top of your ears and the back of your neck.

Harry pounced.

One second you were hovering over him, the other you were being lifted up, large, ringed hands cupping your ass and the back of your thigh harshly as a pair of wet lips crashed on yours, your breath sucked out of your lungs at how quickly you were shoved onto some surface.

The hood of Harry's car.

You whined as he yanked his lips away from yours, hands sliding around your calves and pushing your body upwards till you were pressed against the windshield. He lifted your legs up till your knees were hovering over the sides of your head, everything exposed to him.

"Yeh dare think of movin', and I wouldn't let ya cum fo' a month." The rockstar spat, teeth gnashing together in an effort to keep his cool, words thick and accented.

You whimpered, your pussy clenching around nothing as drops of your wetness dripped down to the hood of his car, drops collecting and increasing as your man stared at you.

"Such a filthy, filthy girl." Harry clicked his tongue, shaking his head at you before sliding his thumb along your jaw, hand creeping behind your neck. He dug his fingers into your roots, fisting your hair and pulling so you were looking at him in the face. "You looked so fuckin' eager to suck him off- show him a good time."

You gasped when he tugged your hair tighter, your mouth hanging open as he bent over, eyes cold and mean, gaze sharp and calculated. The bite of his rings felt ruthless against your jaw as he grabbed it open, his spit flying out from between teeth and crashing on your tongue as you pathetically whimpered, your juices all dripping down his car.

You fluttered your eyelids and swallowed, opening your mouth again expectantly, hoping he would do it again.

The hand holding your jaw open lossened its clasp from under your puckered up lips, three of his fingers flying upwards and landing on the side of your face so quickly you couldn't register it even as your face snapped to the side, skin burning at the strike. The pain crept straight to your core, the heat spreading all over your body as you trembled under him, large palms splaying over your stomach to hold you still.

Harry's gaze softened a little as you looked up at him with doe-like eyes, a result of all the adrenaline from being treated like this, minutes after being played with by one of your mutual friends who, in all values, was no less than an Adonis. It was too much and your man knew that, the jealousy and possessiveness shoved aside for a moment so he could confirm you still wanted this.

He rubbed light circles to your cheek, bringing your knuckles up to him mouth and brushing his lips against your fingertips as you took the moment to lie back and gaze at him properly. Harry's curls flopped over his face gracelessly, an alluring sheen of sweat coating his skin. His little swallows peeked out from the unbuttoned white shirt, the top of his butterfly tattoo gazing at you from there. The white shirt did justice to his tattoos, the silhouettes of which were visible to you clearly, even in the dimmed lights and you were thankful.

Your rockstar's large, calloused fingers travelled up your body, settling on the base of your throat, just above your 'highlighter' necklace. Curling his fingers around your jugular just lightly, he gave your neck a little squeeze, your breath hitching and pussy fluttering, your thighs clenching from your position.

"What's your colour?" Harry asked, razing his eyes over your body with a hunger which caught your right at the edge, a moan presenting itself at the tongue.

"Green." You sounded so eager, even to yourself, the shame from being so open and exposed and ready for him, like his personal toy waiting for his hands to fund their way to your clit. "Fucking green."

Harry's lips curled in a mean sneer, eyes flashing darkly. He tapped two fingers on the side of your still stinging cheek in appreciation. "Atta girl. Just like my lil' whore."

Why would that make you so hot and bothered?

Nevermind. This was Harry.

"So did you like it?" Harry moved away from you, a huge glass dildo shaped like a tentacle cradled in his large hands when he returned, shaking his head as you struggled to keep your form, your thighs quaking from arousal. "Still considering breaking up with me?"

The protest which would have escaped your lips died into a loud moan as the tip of the tentacle slipped into you, the coldness of the toy hitting you in the gut as you cried out, your body almost topping off of the hood.

He must have kept it in a bowl of ice all this while.

"What? Got nothing to say?" He tutted, his fingertips pushing past the grooves of the toy and fucking into your pussy, your back arching off at the intrusion. "Did I get ya all dumb? Wouldn't even correct me that we aren't dating, nothing between us to break up?"

Damn. He had taken that one seriously. You had just suggested it, wanting to take some time off because you couldn't follow him everywhere he went on tour, and ofcourse, you wanted to sort out your feelings for him.

Look where it has gotten you.

Harry slipped the dildo further into you, his fingers stretching you out as the grooves worked against your walls just right, your eyes creaking shit as your knuckles curled around your ankles in an attempt to not disobey him anymore, the friction and the heaviness of his words going straight to your core.

"Tell me, did his dick feel even half as good as my fingers?" Your rockstar looked so cocky above you, eyes all confident and smug, a dangerous edge to them daring you to say something which might not please him. He signalled you to put your legs down, your body sighing as you felt your nerves again, your breasts heaving with each sharp breath you took. He inserted the dildo fully inside you and left it there, a finger stuffed inside you already, the other hand winding around your neck as you shook your head, cying out a series of "no-never-fuck"

Harry looked smug as you waxed about how good he was at making you feel good, smirking as you cried around his fingers and the glass article you were squeezing so perfectly. Harry made you cry as he fucked you with the dildo, his fingers occasionally brushing your clit as you convulsed and shuddered, lines of tears streaming down your eyes each time he slowed down, wailing brokenly against his chest as he teasingly nipped at your neck, marking you up for the world to know. Especially you to know.

"How many times do I gotta tell you that I own you?" His hand was curled around your neck, your back arched off the windshield as he jerked your lips up to his, the dildo slipping you off your pussy even as you snapped your legs shut, desperate to keep it in.

You were definitely not getting to cum easily.

"I'm sorry." you whispered over his lips, mouth hanging open in a slow gasp as his hand travelled down your body, slowly slamming it back in, your head hitting the glass harshly at that. Harry sneered at you, eyes cold as he licked his lips at your quivering form, your tear sodded cheeks making his dick jumps in his pants. He would make time for that later. He drilled the toy into you more ambitiously, your thighs clenching the coil in your stomach flowing downwards, all of your wetness milking the tentacle to slide out of you easily, the grooves and its structured tip hitting spots which made your head reel.

Even as Harry expertly fucked you with the toy, the coldness and precision of each stroke hurling you towards your release, you carved it was his cock which was rutting you against the hood of his car and making you so embarrassingly drenched. You knew you wouldn't get it right now, even as it poked against his pants, almost tearing it off. Right now, it was for you to know who you belonged to.

"I wasn't thinking- " you whispered a futile, useless explanation for you out of hand decision which had led to all of this, the words sounding about as pathetic as you felt, crying around a toy.

"Nah sweetheart. That's what we're doin' tonight. I'm going to make you cum so many times, in so many ways." Your rockstar pressed his lips to your ear, words downright filthy and making sparks of pleasure roll down your spine. He cupped your breasts possessively, his lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss as you were steered closer to the edge, the dildo curling around just that spot, Harry's words sweet as

"I'll make sure all that pretty head can think about is me. Only me."

A/n: Faceclaims for Dave? I?? Need?? A??? Moodboard???

Also, I'm done with Harry being a cocky little shit, lets give him something to grovel for

[chaashni-deactivated20220413]

Hi lovie, how’s rockstar!harry doing on this fine day

Rockstar! Harry?

The one who is sitting on the table of his balcony, shirtless, strumming a guitar?

He's doing fine, really. The hundreds of marks lining up his body- no, no they are not tattoos- show that he has had a good night, and that his cardio routines are doing great. The bright eyed look on his eyes mean he has been having good sleep, and the hand which is currently palming him through his flimsy boxers- oh thats his girl, Y/n.

He has been playing for her all morning. Y/n wanted him to sing some ABBA for her, and who's Harry to ever deny his babe. He had just one condition- for her to play with him while he plays for her.

Fair enough.

Harry starts by pulling you to his torso by the hoops of your shorts, pressing a messy kiss against your neck.

"Play with me, baby." He hums, carelessly biting into your shoulder before he is reaching behind you to pick his guitar, throwing a pillow on the floor and gently pushing you down till you are kneeling on it.

"Can't risk your pretty legs ya know. You comfortable there baby?" And Harry would strum down a few times, twisting the pegs to get the tuning right while you caress the laurels inked over his waistline. He doesn't react, biting his tongue and keeping his expression unwavering, your determination to get a reaction out of him increasing.

So you start raking your palms over his juicy things, pressing your lips along the thick insides as you settle on the pillow, ready to slowly make your way up and take him all in. The first few chords of 'the winner takes it all' begins, Harry's hands a little too steady for your liking.

Does he remember the time he made you ride him till he cried?

You bit over the tattoo drawn on his thigh, biting back a smirk at the sharp intake of breath and the change in tempo. The jump in his cock and the tightening of his boxers under your fingers had you going faster, your thighs clenching and pussy walls throbbing involuntarily at the thought of him cumming in your mouth. You tilted your head to the other side, pressing a messy kiss to the inside of his other thigh, tongue stretching out to sketch a heart shape over his skin

The playing stops.

"You think you paid enough attention to my tattoo there, babe?" Harry sneered, cocking an eyebrow at you before resuming to play again, pointing to his tattooed leg. "Because I sure didn't feel anything. You sure you're game for playing this morning?"

Oh, fucker.

"I am." You nodded, pressing your lips in a thin line before shifting, turning entirely to face the meat that was his legs. "I haven't even started."

You looked up to find your rockstar smirking at you, pick in his mouth and hands fiddling with the ends of your hair. Harry dug his fingers into your roots, pressing your cheek to his thigh and bending down till his nose was touching yours.

"Then buckle up babygirl. Step your game because I've started already- " the pick pressed against your lips, digging down your cupid's bow and descending downwards till it was denting your bottom lip, his breath warm on your face.

"And its gonna be really, really hectic for you and your sweet little pussy if you don't play your part well."

Holy fuck.

[disgustinggf]

ok but imagine being fucked in a flower field

[lavender-scorpio-deactivated202]

Preferred place for a man to cum? 😏😏

To his senses

[android1000]

[goldnrry]

Didn’t some of you say him and harry had lunch together recently?

Im already thinking

[harryforvogue]

Love’s An Ache In The Jaw (I)*

hiii here’s a fic about TA!Harry and TA!Yasmine who hate each other <3 this is part one. it’s 17.5k and has smut so just be careful. 

here is my ko-fi which i’m basically begging you to donate to IF YOU ALREADY HAVEN’T. that means y’all who have already given me money are not allowed to again. 

okay, happy reading, as usual. please reblog and send me feedback!

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Have You Ever

This was born from this request:  How about a blurb where he says I love you for the first time during sex. And you don’t know if he really means it or it’s just sex talk. And then you have to talk about it after.

I gave it a little twist and it’s finally here! I feel like I just gave birth to this one, tbh. Thanks to my beautiful @permanentcross for putting up with me and for giving me the title. Hope you guys enjoy it! xx

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“Have you ever gone bare?” He almost chokes on the wine he was sipping on before swallowing and coughing profusely, eyes watering with the rattling force of the cough. You’re both sitting in his living room, each on a side of the couch as both your feet are tangled as they meet in the middle – his legs are much longer than yours and his socked feet are also bigger, but he looks cozy in his sweater and you feel warm and comfortable. The wine had probably gone to your head, you’ve never really been good with holding your liquor, but your curiosity stems from much more than the alcohol that runs through your veins – you’re not even that drunk, so you have to admit that the question comes from a place other than a drunken haze. “Wh- where did tha’ come from?” Harry asks you, deep frown on his forehead as he rubs the back of his hand against his lips to clean the wine stains and settles his glass on his coffee table. You shrug, cheeks flaming with embarrassment that you’ll later blame on the wine, when he brings up the topic. “Always wondered…”

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A story about two people who were at their weakest, finding something they didn’t realize they were desperately missing.  

– A Friends with Benefits AU // Harry x OC – 

COMING SOON! 

Rated: M, mature || Word Count: 

INSPO || STORY TALK || SONG 

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