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VALERIE - Part I. (Harry Styles)

I am BEYOND excited to show you this story!! i was so keen on writing a good ol’ enemies to lovers story and then this idea came to me out of nowhere and got me chained to my laptop once again, lol. i really hope you’ll enjoy it as much as i loved writing it!! as always, feedback is very much appreciated!

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The pink balloons keep bumping into everything on your way down the hallway, they even snake around some random dude’s neck and you almost choke the poor guy in your rush. You keep mumbling your sorry every time they hit someone in the head, but you’re not even paying that much attention. Your top priority now is to find the room you are looking for.

You almost miss it, so as you stop so suddenly you slide on the checkered floor before you step back and finally see your sister in the room, holding her little angel in her arms, Steven standing at the end of the bed, the proudest smile on his face you’ve ever seen.

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so you prefer bf!harry or fiancérry? why?

hmm it's really hard to pick!! i love both!

boyfriendrry is something i can come back to always, there's something playful and warm and welcoming and easy about it. a man who you can always find staring at you from across a crowded, rowdy room. a man who is all warm palms sliding across your cheek kisses and a cheeky gleam in his eye with a joke on the top of his tongue. a show off but he really only cares if you're watching. he's the hoodie you stole that you duck your nose into to keep smelling him on fabric. he's looking so perfect in your bed that it's a wonder why he isn't there permanently. boyfriendrry is private and soft and sweet and that perfect long stroll of getting to know each other to falling in love and carving out a life together.

but fiancérry is also its own moment. a man who sits across from you in a dimly lit restaurant who's got the first three buttons of his shirt undo and is staring at you in such a way that it makes everyone around you disappear. a man who watches you getting ready and strategically finds a way for his outfit to compliment yours. a man who's obsessed with your relationship and your future. he's acceptance and love that has no end in sight. he's more open, ready to stop keeping you all to himself and start showing you off. it's not grandiose or particularly loud messaging, but he will definitely make it clear. that massive rock on your finger certainly does.

David Dawson & Harry Styles | My Policeman

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Harry suddenly pulls out and wipe y/n's pussy when he was fucking her then he plungs a finger or two to make sure its nice and dry for him before going back in dry. Im dead.

FJUCK

He’d be so huffy and concentrated because he keeps slipping out of you from how wet you are, letting out a small growl every time it’d happen going,

“Yeh too wet f’daddy, angel. Gotta start all ova’”

And he’d use the edge of the towel you’d brought out to the bed when he had given you the bedroom eyes earlier, this situation not being the first time it’s happened. Quickly swiping over your sensitive heat, he’d ease in his fingers to check if he got most of your slick out of the way.

Once he’s satisfied, he’d ease his way back in with a hiss of pleasure, nose scrunching up a bit at the warm and tight heat. The drag of him thrusting in you would be more noticeable, his relentless rhythm sending a current of electricity down your spine.

But as soon as you’d begin your spiral into your climax, Harry’d slip out again, rutting against your clit desperately.

“For fucks’ sake!”

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(𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩)

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In which Y/N is an annoyance in Harry’s sculpting class.

“I, um… thank you.”

He was even more confused. “For what?”

She blinked, shivering when the cold breeze got to her, “For what you said back there.”

He easily glanced right over her head, down the hill at the little coffee shop, wondering what had happened to Rose and why Y/N was alone now.

She took a deep breath and got his attention again, “I uh… to be honest,” she stared at her feet, trying not to distract her train of thought by his lack of shoes, “when I first saw your sculptures they made me feel… seen. If that makes any sense at all.”

Part One: Chisel 

Part Two: Etch 

Part Three: Carve 

Part Four: Mold

Part Five: Blaze

info about this story: this idea came about because I was watching a lot of sculpting videos on youtube at one time. And so, if you’d like to have more of a visual of the type of things I imagine them creating in this story I would check out Ace of Clay or Tina Yu on Youtube! I’m not a sculptor nor am I super knowledgeable in it, so I apologize if I get details wrong. This story also deals with standards of beauty and includes a plus-sized Y/N.

Mr. Photographer

A/N: Pure Smut…Pure Smut

Inspo#1 Inspo#2 Inspo#3

Harry loved taking pictures of you. Whether you were simply running errands, or on your knees in front of him, Harry always took pictures of you. Like right now, the two of you decided on a movie night in and you were cuddling in bed when he decided on an impromptu ‘photo shoot’.

“Y’should let me take some pictures of yeh. Too pretty t’not” he says, playing with the drawstring of your joggers.

“Seriously Harry” you playfully quirk your eyebrow at his proposition. Harry seemingly always turns an innocent moment into a sexual one. You’re not saying it’s a bad thing, just an observation you made.

“Okay now you’re just begging for me to get some shots of yeh’. I mean look at this” he says dipping his fingers below your waistband and pulling your sweats off of you. “I mean, you were just wearin’ this little thing all day and you weren’t gonna share” he says in awe, gawking at your lacy white thong.

“I ran out of underwear and these were the last pair I had left” you shrug your shoulders at him and he leans over to grab his phone off of the nightstand.

“You could’ve just not worn any. I wouldn’t be opposed to that at all.” He states, earning a quick jab to the thigh. “Y’cant beat up the photographer” he pushes your leg back where it was and he orders you to push your shirt up a bit. He continues to snap away, tweaking your position every time to get the perfect shot.

“Alrigh’ now let’s take the shirt off” he says, dropping his phone and helping you remove the clothing item. Harry instructs you to put your hands over your breasts, to as how he’d like to put it “leave something to the imagination”.

“Now gimme a little pout” he instructs taking the pictures of you. “Alright, I’m gonna take these off now” he drops his phone and he helps you take of the panties. He drops them next to you and he grabs his phone to snap away.

At first you weren’t into it, not because of leaks or fear of them getting out, you just honestly didn’t feel like it. But you were starting to see the tent forming on Harry‘s pants, so you decided to tease him a bit, since he wanted to play photographer. You knew how much Harry enjoyed your thighs, you knew how he liked to grab onto them any chance he got. It also didn’t help that he had an affinity with your ass either. He loved the fact that when he’d pull your ass cheeks apart to watch his cock disappear into you, he’d have so much of your soft skin to grab onto. It also didn’t help that whenever he thrusts into you from behind, your ass moved like no tomorrow. You decided to play into this little photo shoot. You knew Harry loved your curves and you made sure he captured every last bit of them.

You grab your panties and you move them up one of your thighs, you then close your thighs, keeping your leg up in the air. You place your hands back over your breasts.

“Gimme a pout baby, then I’ll have the money shot” he say staring intently at you through the screen. You give him what he wants and you hear a quiet string of fucks leaving his mouth. “Y’look so good baby” he mumbles moving towards you and leaning down to kiss your mouth.

“Let’s take some more” you say against his lips, giving him one last peck before moving into your next pose. Next thing Harry knew, you were on your hands and knees in front of him. Your back was turned to him, and you were resting on your shins, leaning slightly forward, allowing Harry to capture the curve of your backside and the shape of your body. You were playing into his weakness. And all Harry could do was snap the pictures and salivate.

“Bring your arms in just a little bit baby, don’ want t’see those pretty tits yet.” He says, focusing in on the shot. You lean forward slightly, giving Harry the photo he wanted and needed. “Perfect, look so good f’me” He was rock hard by now and he needed to fuck you. He knew the pictures would be good from the get go, but he wasn’t expecting this level of good. These pictures were so hot to him that he wanted to frame one of them and sit it right on his office desk.

“Y’wanna go for one more?” He asks, hoping you’d say yes, because he has the perfect pose in mind for you. You nod yes and you listen to his directions.

“Alrigh’, lay on yeh tummy and spread y’legs a bit.” He orders dropping his phone onto the bed to help position you. He then maneuvers you in a way that your legs a spread the perfect amount for him to get in between and push his cock into you, but the perfect amount for you to not see your pussy. You definitely had a kink for Harry taking explicit photos of you. You loved to think about Harry being away and opening up these pictures. You thought about how he’d wrap his large around his thick shaft and how he’d pump his hard cock. You loved watching Harry play with his cock, you especially loved the way he paid extra close attention to the head and his slit the way you would if you were taking care of him. You thought that was so hot, and it made you need Harry to do something to you right then and there.

You’re broken out of your thoughts when you feel Harry’s warm hand adjusting your breast.

“Want t’get a nice shot of everything” he cups your breast and moves it slightly outward, allowing him to see just how rounded they were without showing it all. He steps back and evaluates the view in front of him. Without any thought, his free hand has made its way down his body and straight to his cock. He begins to squeeze his cock at the sight out you sprawled out on the bed in front of him. You hear a groan from behind you and you knew exactly why.

“You okay baby” you say innocently turning your head towards him.

“Mhm, I’m okay baby. Caught a cramp that’s all.” He quickly moves his hand away from the area, brushing over the fact that his cock is about to explode. He picks up the camera and goes back to snapping away. “Turn your head this way f’me and look down.” He points, instructing you on where to turn. He bends your knee in slightly and he gets the shot that he would consider his absolute favorite.

“Y’look so fuckable right now” he says dropping his phone onto the bed. He comes closer to you, reaching over to the backs of your thighs. He begins to massage his hands up and down the expanse of your thighs, making sure to dig his thumbs into those areas he knows you like a bit more attention in.

“Why don’t you?” You moan, loving how his hands never failed to make you feel good. He pulls away from you, quickly shoving his boxers and sweats off. He crawls back over to you like an animal sneaking up on its prey and he yanks you to him. You gasp at the sudden movement. By the way he yanked your body to him, and by how he’s pushing your legs apart, you knew you were in for a really good fucking.

Without any warning Harry slams into you hard, causing you to grip anything on the bed you could. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust to his large size, he just goes straight to pounding you. He continuously snaps his hips into you, watching your ass and thighs shake from the force.

“Y’take m’cock so well f’me” he pants, gripping your ass. All you can do is whimper at how good he feels inside of you, how good it feels to have his cock pounding your walls.

“Y’ look so pretty. Spread out f’me, lettin’ me pound y’sweet cunt. Fuck” he moans out continuing to piston his hips into you. He loves watching you take his cock so well, feeling your walls swallow him whole.

“Harry” you whimper at the feeling of his cock pushing deep into you, he knows your orgasm is about to come. He then spreads your ass apart,he watches his cock disappear into your sopping pussy. He stays like this for a while until he flips you onto your back. He grips your thighs, pushing you legs further apart and he pushes his cock back into you. He enjoyed watching you fall apart on his cock, he loved watching your eyes close and you mouth open in pleasure. He then attaches his thumb to your clit, pushing you to an orgasm.

“Fuck” you moan loudly from his words and you cum hard around him. His hips begin to stagger as his own release bubbles deep in his stomach. He gives you one last thrust before he pulls out of you. He then jerks his cock above you, and before you knew it, Harry was shooting ropes of his cum onto your stomach.

“Fuck, Y’did so good baby.” He breathes out, leaning down to push back some of your hair. You give him a lazy smile and he presses a kiss to your lips.

“I want t’get few more shots of yeh” he says leaning back to get a better view of your figure. “Is tha’ okay baby?” He asks, massaging your hip, coaxing you onto saying yes. You lazily nod your head, grabbing one of the pillows and tucking it under your head. Harry grabs his phone from the other side of the bed and angles the camera above your stomach that was painted with his cum. He snaps a few photos and he scoops some onto his thumb.

“Open up baby” he coos. You stick your tongue out slightly, knowing exactly what Harry was doing. You feel his thumb press onto your tongue. “Lemme see those pretty eyes.” He whispers to you. You open your eyes for him and you smile for the camera. “Good girl” he mumbles to you snapping away at his phone. You wrap your lips around his thumb and he gets one of his final shots.

“Y’want some more sweet girl? He says scooping some more up onto his finger.

“Please” you respond, with your mouth open and waiting for his finger. He pushes into your mouth and you wrap your lips around him. You savor the taste of his cum, and you moan around his finger at the taste. You hear Harry whisper a barely audible ‘fuck’ and you smile at his reaction. He takes his final photo and throws his phone to the side.

“Such a tease f’me” he whispers, his breath fanning across your face. He removes his finger from your mouth and you lean in to him.

“Only for you” you whisper to him before attaching your lips to his.

“I’m gonna get a towel to clean yeh up” he says making his way into the bathroom. While he’s gone, you help your self to the rest of his cum that was on your stomach. When he comes back, he wasn’t at all surprised by the sight before him.

“I guess I don’t need this anymore.” He chuckles wiping over the area, even though it’s been cleaned by you.

“What can I say, it tastes so good” you shrug getting under the covers.

“It’s funny how sweet and innocent you look while saying such vulgar things sweetheart” he chuckles, tossing the towel in the hamper and moving back to the bed. He pulls the covers back and pulls you into his chest. He then opens photos and scrolls through the pictures he took.

“How many did you take?!” You say in awe, scrolling back through the photos.

“I was just clicking” he chuckles at your reaction. “It’s not like y’look bad or anything.”

“Whatever, just make sure y’dont post any by accident. I don’t need to see my ass all over the internet.” You say closing your eyes in an attempt to get some sleep.

“I’d be lucky to see an ass like that on my computer screen.” He says turning off his phone and the light. As soon as the words left his mouth, he earned a swift kick to his shin.

Maybe you should let Harry take more pictures of you.

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(Request: Maybe more catholic school H but there bestfriend and there both v innocent and its their first time trying _______ (whatever you want) just a thought? (For the possible blurb night.)

“Did you hear what Lily was saying about Connor?”

y/n looked up when she heard Harry’s voice, the two of them in his room trying to finish their shared art project. They had to do a joint painting of the schools logo for the competition being held to pick a new art piece for the Catholic school. Y/n was currently trying to fix her minor mishap of mixing the purple too dark on the lower corner of the canvas.

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Drive Me Wild

- where Harry has a problem expressing emotions, and Y/n talks too much

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A/N: mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, indications of depression, and a very mild form of smut (if we can really call it that)

Song mentioned: Invisible String by Taylor Swift 

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December 23, 2016

“Do you even have feelings for me?”

Celeste was sitting across the booth at their local diner, a half-empty mug of hot chocolate left stale at the table top, her eyes wet and cold just like the December she’d been trying so desperately to feel warm in.

Harry had his hands held together in front of him, his eyes void and stare blank as his mind played back to all the times he’d given his all to her. Sure, he didn’t always do it with a smile on his face or with lovestruck eyes, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t happy.

And how could she not see it? How could she not feel it? He didn’t even bother spending his time with anybody else because he didn’t like anybody else. She was his only company, his only kiss, his only friend.

How was that not enough?

“What would make you think that I don’t?”

She laughed, right in his face, like it wasn’t enough to tear him apart.

“You’re kidding me, right?” She looked serious then, her face fallen and lips frowned. He felt stupid because he must have done something he couldn’t remember, or something to blindly hurt her feelings, yet he had no idea what it was. They were doing so good. “Do you even know how you look at me? Like I’m not even here. Like I’m boring you half to death. I can’t even tell what you’re feeling right now.”

Broken, sad, confused. He wanted to tell her that — he really did — but what would it have mattered? He’d still have that same meaningless stare and that same emptiness that had brought them to that very moment. She wouldn’t believe him even if she wanted to.

And it shouldn’t have broken him as much as it did, considering they weren’t even dating — just testing the waters, feeling each other out, wondering if their dreams could ever belong in their reality — but it hurt him just the same. She was the closest thing to a girlfriend Harry ever had, after all.

“Talking to you is like — it’s like talking to a wall. You’re just… there.”

She stopped to look at him more intentionally then — maybe she had missed something all along. Maybe, there was something he did to show the smallest of his emotions, like a shift in his eye, a pitch in his breath, a quiver of his lip.

But just like every other time, there was nothing. He was incurably empty.

“I think you’ve laughed at something I’ve said maybe, five times?” She let out a breathy chuckle because the tension was so thick she could hardly keep herself together, and she was so nervous, and he was so unpredictable. “And then you have this way with your words where, like you say certain things to beat around the bush about how you truly feel about me, and then it makes me wonder if it’s because you don’t even feel that way at all.”

He wanted to argue with her so bad. He wanted so badly to prove to her how wrong she was but how could he have, when she was so right?

Nobody had ever taught him how to do that — the relationships, the emotions, the vulnerability that came with being human. He couldn’t even recall a single time his parents had laughed at something he had said — couldn’t recall his parents ever having friends over, having date nights, even smiling at one another.

And to make matters worse, he was an only child. He was constantly around the voidance of his parents, the empty conversations, the pit of silences — really, that was all he had ever known. And later, that was what he grew into.

And if he could have changed it, he would have. But how does one go from keeping it all inside, to letting it all out?

He’s tried it all — emptying bottles of wine, smoking down blunts, shoving pills down his throat — and still couldn’t he laugh alongside himself, smile at memories that haven’t let him go, pour his heart out to strangers.

That wasn’t him. That wasn’t who he was supposed to be, no matter how hard he tried to be that person for her.

But again, why wasn’t that enough?

“But I’m here, aren’t I?”

Celeste looked at him like it was the last time she was ever going to. And he knew.

“I don’t think you want to be.”

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