Saturday Night Live

Her Majesty.

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Mature audiences: May contain intense violence, sexual content and/or strong language.

Life is unpredictable and unexplainable. Everyone lives a different life, nobody walks the same path or in the same shoes. Some people have love, some people have wealth, some people have health but nobody can have it all.

Everyone has their secrets, their downfalls and their desires, just like everybody has their own title.

My security guard calls me Princess Anastasia, my boyfriend calls me Anastasia or Anna, my fiancé calls me Princess to make me mad, and the rest of the people know me as Princess Anastasia Annette Leanor, Duchess of Edinburgh, or for short, her royal highness. How do I have different titles? Read and find out.

Chapter one.

Chapter Two.

Chapter Three.

Chapter Four.

Chapter Five.

Chapter Six.

Chapter Seven.

Chapter Eight. 

Chapter Nine.

Chapter Ten.

Chapter Eleven.

Chapter Twelve.

Chapter Thirteen.

Chapter Fourteen.

Chapter Fifteen.

Chapter Sixteen.

Chapter Seventeen.

Chapter Eighteen.

Chapter Nineteen. 

Chapter Twenty.

I can’t believe I’m expected to do things.. I am full time busy being mentally ill

𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

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UNCASVILLE

Prompt (from kofi commission): “Maybe a little blurb of HSLOT and reader on a day off exploring the city.”

warning: smut

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Lucy really - like really couldn’t believe her own eyes right now.

She had saved up her money to take a train into Uncasville for Love on Tour which was happening tomorrow and she was spending the day exploring the city.

She really didn’t know how the odds were in her favor to this extent.

She had just gotten a seat at a tiny pizzeria in the city - stuffed in a back corner because she was by herself when the booth next to her is seated.

And it is none other than Harry fucking Styles and his stunning wife sitting across from him - the long seat was shared and she could have reached out and touched YN.

Harry had removed the hood of his hoodie then his beanie, then his sunglasses before handing them to his wife to put in her bag.

They were both dressed extremely casual.

Harry is a puffer jacket, black hoodie, and grey athletic shoes and YN in a familiar hoodie with the words DAMN. that she recognizes as her husband’s with cropped black leggings and nikes. **

Lucy is desperately trying not to stare as she sips on her water and she can’t believe her hands are shaking - they’re right there.

“Will you rub my thighs when we get home? They’re so fucking sore from that workout,” YN complains as soon as she plops down in the booth - her foot coming to rest on Harry’s thigh under the table.

His large hand, Lucy notices there are no rings right now except for his wedding band, squeezes her ankle and thumbs at her as he glances over the menu.

And when she hears his voice for the first time in person, holy shit, it’s deep and raspy but somehow smooth as silk with his accent.

“When have I ever said no to rubbin’ you down?” He smirks in a way that reminds Lucy of a schoolboy who just said a dirty joke.

“That one time in Glasglow,” She raises her eyebrow teasingly, making it seem like it was an inside joke which it definitely was because Harry blushes.

“I tried to get t’get it up, I was bloody smashed,” He defends, smirking micheviously when he pinches her and she jerks her foot off with a scowl, “Don’t forget I still helped you out plenty.”

“Mm, don’t recall,” YN obviously lies, biting back a smile as she scans over the menu, “What did I get here last time?”

“Y’got tha’ spinach pizza and we shared those garlic knots,” Harry hums, pouring them both water from the pitcher provided.

Jesus, he’s probably one of the most famous men on this earth with world tours and movies and companies but he still remembers what his wife ordered a dingy restaurant in Connecticut?

“Oh yeah, that was so good. Will you split those with me again?” She asks, putting back down the menu and sipping her water - well, chugging it really until it’s gone.

“Of course. I told you tha’ y’need to drink more water while we work out,” Harry frowns, pushing his glass towards her for her to sip on.

And it was just that, they were so domestic and so obviously in love - he had heart eyes for her and he was so attentive.

After they order, Harry’s phone buzzes and he huffs before he fishes it out to answer, “Wha’ Jeff?”

YN happens to glance over as she admires the art on the wall and Lucy quickly distracts herself with her book that she has open in front of her.

“No. I told y’that I’m not workin’ today. YN and I just want to-“

He’s cut off by whatever his manager is babbling about with a furrowed brow, his hand coming up to roll his bottom lip with frustration.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay, fine, yeah,” Harry mutters hurriedly trying to get off the phone, “Alright, s’fine. As long as I’m home by five. Bye.”

YN looks back to her husband, “What did he just talk you into?”

“Meeting with Sony about the new album,” He sighs, running a hand through his curly locks, “Said I should be out by four.”

“Okay,” She agree calmly, nudging her foot against his with reassurance, “It’s fine.”

“I love you,” Harry replies with a small smile, secret and just for her, “Best partner I could ask for, so good t’me.”

Lucy resists the urge to pull out her phone to snap a picture or record their conversation - she was better than those intrusive fans.

They deserved privacy from the world like everyone else, sure she was eavesdropping but she promises herself that she won’t share this experience with anyone.

When their food comes, they both chow down on the pizza and garlic bread - talking animatedly throughout their meal.

She learns that Sarah and Mitch have had their baby on tour the whole time and Harry loves playing with him.

That Anne was coming to all the Los Angeles shows and staying at their house with them - planning a surprise party for her belated birthday.

That YN was flying out later in the month to support Gemma at a clothing campaign she’s doing with a British brand.

Then Harry shoves the last piece towards her, groaning, “Eat tha’, m’so full.”

For how lean and in shape Harry is, Lucy was surprised by how much he could eat and was quite impressed - boys and their metabolisms.

“I can’t, I’m stuffed,” She shakes her head, pushing it back towards him with a heavy exhale as she pats her stomach.

“M’gonna stuff you,” Harry mutters with that same wolfish expression before he stacks their plates and finishes his water.

“Don’t make promises you won’t keep,” YN purses her lips, reaching in her bag for his beanie and sunglasses.

“Oh, I’ll keep it, darlin’,” Harry gruffs with a low, bravado and a dark look at her even when she rolls her eyes.

And the Harry is handing the waitress his black American Express before signing the bill with a large tip.

A fan approaches with her cell phone out and in the couples face, “Excuse me? Can we take a picture? I’m going to the concert tomorrow!”

Lucy can automatically see them both tense up, opposite from how relaxed they were a moment beforehand.

Harry plasters on a smile but he kindly shakes his head and says, “Not today, sorry.”

The girl visible gets upset, frowning as she remarks that she’s his biggest fan and that she’s spent so much money on his merch.

“Okay, just one,” Harry replies tersely, he seemingly agrees because it’s easier than engaging in a fight with the ‘fan’.

Then the girl scampers of with a prize picture on her phone, already sharing it to social media most likely, with not care that she disrespected his boundaries.

“You’re okay,” YN murmurs as they gather their things, she steps over to him and tugs him into a hug which he welcomes fully, “Tonight, just me and you at the apartment - movies and snacks. Just us.”

“Yeah, I can’t wait. I need tha’. Just me n’ you,” Harry agrees a bit happier and he tilts his wife’s jaw up for a kiss before squeezing her one more time.

Lucy knows and has seen pap/fan pictures and videos of them being affectionate- remembers how bitter fan girls always say their relationship is exaggerated or even fake.

Well, there is absolutely no way they could fake the love that they have for each other, it was obvious to Lucy how in love they were.

She watches as they leaves, doesn’t miss how Harry lands a smack on her bum before intertwining their hands.

Lucy sticks to her words, never tells anyone but her mom about what she witnessed in that little pizzeria in Uncasville .

-

As for Harry and YN, when he arrives at the meeting headquarters, he’s bombarded by paparazzi but scurries inside.

YN - back at their hotel room, orders all his favorite snacks, sets up all the fluffy blankets and pillows on the living room couch for when he comes home.

She can tracks his movements on her phone so when he’s heading home, she jumps in the shower because she knows he will join her.

Which he does, as soon as he finds her, he strips out of all of his clothes - leaving his vintage bomber jacket and jeans on the floor as he crowds into her despite how massive the shower is.

He hugs her from behind and lays his forehead on the back of her head, “I missed you.”

“I missed you,” YN replies, putting her hands over his on her belly, “How was the meeting?”

“Stressful,” Harry sighs, pulling her back until she pressed up against his hard chest, “Already talking about the third album’s tour dates. S’just so much considering tha’ I’ve only toured the US for this one and have so many more dates in other countries.”

“Not surprised,” She replies with an edge of irritation, they always stretched him so fucking thin.

“Hey, hey darlin’,” Harry coos softly, kissing her hair, “As long as I have y’with me, m’good. S’gonna be okay, lovie. Don’t get all pouty on me.”

“I hate sharing you. I have to share you nearly every night with tens of thousands of people,” YN mumbles, turning around to smush her cheek against his peck, chest against his.

Harry can’t help but twitch at the feeling of her pert nipples on his skin but he chuckles deeply, “Darlin’, I come home to you, yeah? Every night, m’in our bed. I got a ring on m’finger letting everyone know who I belong to. S’just me and you, has been since we were sixteen.”

YN begins to pepper kisses on his neck as he massages at the little bit of pudge he can never get rid of on his hips.

“Sweetheart,” He groans loudly when her hand dips lower to grasp him in her grip and give him a few tight tugs, “How could y’think I belong to anyone else? S’your cock, baby.”

“Mmm, it is,” She agrees demurely, thumb rubbing at the sensitive spot beneath his crown before dragging over his drippy slit.

“Yeah, right like tha’,” Harry babbles, pushing into her hand to get a rhythm going - pants coming out from his plump lips as his eyes watch in rapt.

“Only I get you like this,” She states, almost to herself, as she sucks a gnarly hickey onto his chest near his sparrows - just to prove a point.

“Just you, you’re so good - fuck,” He hisses when she rolls his balls expertly with her other hand before he’s snapping out of it and shoving her off.

“Harry, what-“ She begins to ask, confused but she’s spun around once again and he pushes her against the cold tile - shushing her squeak at the coldness.

“Gonna let me ‘ave it?” His sex voice is in full force as his lips brush against her ear - she can feel how hard he is as he rubs up against her bum.

“Please, H,” YN whines impatiently, spreading her legs a bit further and pushing back until he snugs inbetween her cheeks.

“Yeah, s’okay. Let me give it to you,” Harry murmurs as he bends his knees a bit and grips her waist to position her until he’s slipping into her warm heat.

“Yes, shit,” She huffs as he begins a delicious pace that isn’t to fast but hard, enough that she has to focus on keeping her footing.

“Tha’s it. It’s all yours, take it, darlin’,” He encourages as he slams in with determination, hand reaching around to hold onto her breast.

“Baby,” YN moans loudly, echoing over the pounding water and echos throughout the room, “Fuck, that’s good.”

“God, y’so sexy. How’d I fuckin’ get you?” Harry hisses, he tugs her leg up and really starts fucking in until she’s screaming with pleasure as she orgasms.

Then he’s following behind with a few more directed thrusts until he’s spilling inside her - she can feel his ribcage expanding and deflating with each heavy pant of air.

“Mm, cuddle time now?” He asks innocently, like he wasn’t just spewing filth and fucking her brains out a minute ago.

“Y’in charge of scrubbing me since you insist on coming in me, then we can watch that new movie on Netflix, okay?”

Harry smiles boyishly, nuzzling her damp cheek.

“Y’act like it’s a hardship to wash up m’pretty lil’ wife. C’mon, spread ‘em.”

-

They’re halfway through the movie when YN pops her head up off Harry’s chest, “Can we go to that ice cream place down the street?”

Harry, who was admittedly dozing off, rasps out, “Y’want to go right now?”

“Please? They have fudge mint chocolate chip,” She gives him the best pouty lips that has him groaning but still agreeing.

“I’m only sayin’ yes because y’put out earlier,” He jokes as he tugs on his trainers and then his puffer jacket.

“You would have taken me if I hadn’t,” YN points out as she tugs on her own shoes.

He tries to conceal his fond smile but fails, “You’re right, still give you everything you wanted if you didn’t.”

-

Cameron was hallucinating, she was sure of it because when she steps in Big Scoops with her parents after a basketball game.

Harry fucking Styles and his wife are standing in front of him.

Holy shit.

She was trying to contain her fangirling as they stand right in front of her in line to get ice cream, like…what?

Cameron also completely regrets not turning in her chemistry essay because that earned her an F which in turn had her parents take away her phone.

She couldn’t document this moment.

YN and Harry both looked tired, Harry was standing behind his wife with his arms around her shoulders in a bear hug.

“Do you think they’ll give you a discount or a freebie?” YN asks her husband in a sweet, teasing tone.

“Y’have said that joke for the last eleven years and it hasn’t gotten any funnier,” He chuckles but it was with affection and tone like he found it funny but didn’t want to admit it.

“M’sleepy,” YN murmurs, a yawn following the statement - she turns around in his arms and hugs him, arms around his middle.

Harry waddles them forward when the line moves and she giggles cutely into his chest.

They were just so fucking cute.

“We can sleep in tomorrow,” Harry reminds her, quietly like he knows people might be listening to them, “Sound good, pet?”

“Mm,” She agrees, turning to order when it’s their turn and then Harry does - he steps forward to hand them his card and Cameron sees him sneak a fifty in the tip jar.

The teens behind the counter ask for a group picture which Harry agrees to but Cameron notices that the genuine, happy smile that he had for his wife contorts into a more tense, forced one.

She couldn’t really blame him. He was just trying to get a late night snack with his spouse before his show the next day.

Cameron notices that when they thank him and separate that YN rubs his back in reassurance and guides him out of the shop protectively.

She hears her murmur, “I know. Let’s go home, bub.”

She decides not to blast the encounter all over social media because tonight made him seem so much more human.

-

Lucy finds it to be such an odd experience, seeing Harry on stage the next night because of how she saw him the day before.

He was such a bright light on stage as he shimmied and danced like he was having them time of his life up there.

She is towards the back of the pit, when the show begins and YN trails out with Jeff and Tommy - Lucy makes eye contact with YN.

And to her utter surprise, YN beckons her over as Harry transitions into Only Angel, his wife yells over the music.

“Were you at the pizza shop yesterday?” YN asks curiously, leaning over the barricade.

Lucy is surprised by the fact that YN remembered her (she did have very distinct thick framed glasses and her hair was dyed electric blue so…).

She nods, starstruck, YN was even more beautiful close-up and her outfit fit her body perfectly, big engagement ring shining in the lights. ***(pretend the color matches his outfit).

“I just want to thank you for not blasting our business all over the internet, truly, thank you,” YN replies sincerely, a soft smile made Lucy feel welcome and less nervous.

Lucy had to take a moment to find her voice, “Y-you’re welcome, you guys deserve privacy just like the rest of us.”

YN turns to say something to Jeff that Lucy cannot hear and then she faces her again with an envelope in her hand.

“Two pit tickets, for tomorrow nights show,” YN informs her as she hands the shaking girl the item - ignoring all the other fans recording their interaction.

“Wha- are you?” Lucy stutters out in absolute disbelief - she had to be dreaming or something, instead she puts her foot in her mouth and chokes out, “Can I give you a hug?”

YN doesn’t think twice before she’s shooing off the security guards and reaching out to give her a tight hug.

Lucy pulls back, she happens to glance at the stage where Harry is staring at them intently - attempting to seem engaged in singing but he is watching protectively to make sure everything’s okay.

When YN and him make eye contact, she rolls her eyes at his watchfulness which makes him give her a dimpley smile and blow them a kiss.

Yeah, Lucy just won at life.

Sometime treating people with kindness really does pay off.

what about H playing with your boobs

What about this playing with my emotions 🙃

Listen..,.,.,he’d love it. Sucking on your nipples, tonguing at them lightly, flicking just the tip against them to tease you. And then he’s full on lapping at them with the thick of his tongue, feeling them get perky under his rough tastebuds.

His head ducked down to your chest as you sit against the headboard with a hand clutching the hair at the nape of his neck, eyeing him hazily as he sucks one entirely into his mouth, his huge hand cupping and massaging the other with his cold, chunky rings catching on the little bud and sending your spine shivering.

Harry would look up at you through his thick lashes, the damp corners of his swollen crimson lips quirking up in a cheeky simper. He’d hollow out his cheekbones as he sucks, lulling his eyes to the back of his head because he knows what it does to you, moaning all low and whiney. The vibrations wash goosebumps across the supple skin of your breasts, every cell in your body spazzing out of control.

He pulls back, a tiny thread of saliva dipping between his plumped lips and your pebbled nipple. He licks the excess wetness from his mouth, worrying his bottom lip between his two front teeth as he takes your chest into his humungous palms, squeezing both together and smirking softly. “Gonna miss these so much on tour.”

Sleepover

A little less than 1.5k words of pure fluff on a sleepover.

You woke up in front of the TV, yawning as you sat up.

The end credits of some movie were rolling on screen, and Harry was behind you, fast asleep. Untangling yourself from him as gently as you could, you started cleaning up, grabbing the empty popcorn bowl from the coffee table and walking into the kitchen to slide it onto the counter. When you walked back in, remote in hand to shut off the TV, Harry was awake and yawning.

“Exciting film, hm?” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.

“Absolutely riveting,” you agreed, sitting down next to him. You stretched your hands towards the ceiling, leaning back against the arm of the couch as you bit your lip and looked around the room.

“I’m worried,” Harry murmured with a smile. “You have your thinking face on.”

“You should be,” you replied. “It’s quite painful.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

A moment of silence, and then, “What do you say to a sleepover?” you asked.

Harry raised a brow. “As opposed to sleeping in my own home in Holmes Chapel?”

You grinned, shaking your head. “No, no, I mean… I mean, like, a makeover night.”

“Should I be insulted?”

You groaned, gently kicking at his foot. “You’re being difficult, Styles.”

“It’s a talent of mine,” Harry said, but he shrugged, placing the bottle on the coffee table and stretching his arms to the ceiling. “I guess. As long as you don’t do the cucumbers. I don’t have the self control for that, and I hardly think you’d fancy seeing my gecko impression.”

“Well, now I have to see what that’s about,” you laughed.

Harry grinned and stood up. “Right, then, shall we? What’re you thinking? Nail varnish? Face masks? The works?” You nodded, pointing in the general direction of where you thought the supplies would be. “Yeah, you check in there for that stuff, and I’ll see if we have any cucumbers… Think your gecko impression would be the same with pickles?”

“I doubt it,” Harry replied with a grimace. “Maybe a puking gecko, but I’m not sure…”

You giggled, heading for the kitchen. “Cucumbers it is!”

Thankfully, you found them, and once you’d chopped some up and put them in a bowl, you walked back into the living room. There, Harry had set up a wonderful display of the various face masks and nail polishes he’d found throughout the apartment.

“Wow,” you said as you sat down next to him on the floor. “I’m impressed.”

“Just wait ‘till you see my manicure skills,” Harry replied with a grin.

“Ooh, big talk.”

“Doubt me, do you?” Harry asked, feigning hurt as he put a hand to his chest. “Come on, then, I’ll show you…” He uncapped a bottle of nail polish and took your hand, setting the bottle on the floor.

He started painting your nail, and you couldn’t help but smile at his focus. His lip was between his teeth, his brows furrowed and his nose scrunched as he concentrated on your fingers. A curl had slipped over his forehead, and you gently tucked it back into place.

He looked up, then, and noticed your fond smile. “What?” he asked, a self conscious smile taking over his own face. “You’re looking at me funny.” You shook your head, embarrassed despite yourself, and said, “Nothing. Just, uh - you forgot the face masks, mister professional.”

“Christ, it’s not my fault!” Harry scoffed, grinning at you. “It’s a challenge, love - earn double points if you can do it one handed.” You raised a brow, grabbing for the package. “Don’t really have a choice, do I?” you asked, lifting the hand he was holding.

“There you have it, then,” Harry said with a smile. “Good luck!”

“Gee, thanks, Styles,” you laughed, using our teeth to rip open the seal. It was some sort of paper one, and it smelled like strawberries. It stuck to itself as you flapped it to open it up, and you frowned, glancing at Harry.

He wasn’t paying attention, still hard at work.

Softly, you laughed again, and tried to maneuver it onto your face.

Once he’d finished your one hand - that’s what you’d guessed, at least, you were keeping your face towards the ceiling so the mask wouldn’t fall off as you tried to get it to stick - he looked up, and then he laughed at you.

“You look bloody ridiculous!” he cackled, and you scoffed, looking down at him, and it fell off. “It’s not my fault,” you whined, “you’re not helping me!” Harry sighed, smiling as he shook his head, and set down the nail polish brush to help you.

He’d gotten some color on his fingers, though, and when he got it on and you looked at your reflection in the dark TV, there was green color all over the white paper mask. “You look like you’ve got the chickenpox or summat,” Harry snickered, and you giggled, shaking your head. “Chickenpox is red, idiot.”

“So you’re special,” Harry amended, leaning in to kiss you. Then he spluttered, tasting the mask, and shook his head. “This is why I didn’t want the mask on,” he told you, and you grinned, nudging his knee with your own. “Chickenpox is contagious, anyway.”

“Not if I’ve already had it!”

You shrugged. “Yeah, well, green chickenpox is different.”

“Glad to know my girlfriend’s a green chickenpox expert,” Harry said. “Now let me see your other hand… what are we thinking… purple, maybe?” You raised a brow. “Purple and green? What are you going for? Barney?”

Harry laughed, his face lighting up. “I was going for eggplant! But Barney’s much better.”

“Oh, wonderful,” you replied, inspecting your left hand as he started on your right. “Not too bad, actually,” you murmured, and Harry looked up for a moment. “What did I say? I missed my calling, love, swear it.”

“There’s no doubt about it,” you laughed.

He finished your hand and sat back, admiring his work. “You know, I’m thinking maybe we’re made a mistake,” he said after a second, and you frowned. “What?” you asked. He looked up, and said, “I’m not sure how my nails are going to look if you’re painting them with wet nails yourself…”

You grinned, shaking your head. “Can’t believe you’d doubt me. Your nails will look just fine, H, don’t you worry,” you assured him. “But put on your facial mask first! And cucumbers! Lemme see this gecko impression of yours.”

“Oh, Christ, I forget about that,” Harry said as you handed him the bowl. “C’mon, Styles, can’t disappoint now!” you replied excitedly, and Harry smiled, putting on the mask expertly and then placing two cucumbers on his eyes.

You were already giggling, and he was too, and the cucumbers kept slipping because of how widely he was smiling. “Shush!” he laughed, glaring at you mockingly. “I can’t concentrate!” You held back your laughter, putting a hand over your mouth.

Finally, biting his lip to keep himself from laughing, he got the cucumbers in place. Then, as he moved his face, the cucumber slowly made its way to his cheek, and he grabbed it with his tongue. Crunching on it victoriously as you cracked up in laughter, he looked back at you, catching the other cucumber as it fell.

“Impressive, huh?” he asked, and you fell back against the couch as you laughed. “You really did look like a gecko!” you exclaimed, and Harry leaned into you, wiggling his eyebrows. “Wanna see what else this tongue can do?”

You only laughed harder, close to tears, and Harry scoffed, sitting back. “What, do my charms not work any more?” he asked, and you shook your head, still laughing “I can’t take you seriously in that mask!” you gasped. “You look like a ghost!”

Harry pouted, sitting back. “A cute ghost?” he asked, and your laughter faded to a smile as you gently tapped his cheek. “A very cute ghost,” you said with a nod. Harry grinned. “Right, well, you look like Scrooge.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding… Maybe Casper,” he said.

“Yeah, well, these nails look like a two year old did them,” you said back, sticking your tongue out at him. Harry pouted again, crossing his arms across his chest. “Yeah, well, you look like a two year old!”

“Yeah, ‘cause of these nails!”

Harry laughed, shaking his head, and pulled you close. “You wanna know how much I love you?” he asked softly. “Hm?” you said. “I love you so much,” he whispered, “I’m gonna kiss you with these masks on.”

“Wow, that’s a lot,” you giggled.

Harry smiled, and kissed you. “Sure is.”

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