The One Where Harrys Being A Mad And Horny Devil And Younger!y/n Is Being A Tease

just something in the works :-)

“You want to be a brat? I’ll treat you like one,” He tells her, voice firm and eyes glinting with enmity and intention.

She releases a surprised squeak when he grapples her by the hip and flips her onto her stomach. Pinches her eyebrows as he knees his way onto the mattress and lands three slaps in concession, hard.

“Not being a brat,” she huffs, inhales sharply when another hit lands.

“Not being a brat? Is that just what you said?” His tone is incredulous, and she can imagine the disbelief his features shape, the way his lips tighten in resolve. “You don’t ever mouth off to me.”

She hums as he forcefully lifts her hips, lips parting when he delivers another blow with an open palm.

“What do little, insolent brats get, darling?” Harry slaps her again, “Hm?”

“I wouldn’t know, I’m not a brat,” She quips, voice carrying a tune of attitude.

This time the smack makes her gasp, “Stop mouthing off.” She whines when a litany follows. “I’m sick of it. You want me to be mean? I can be very mean.”

“I don’t want you to be mean,” She squeels, “Ouch.”

“Then don’t make me,” He retorts sternly. Surely her skins reddened by now, she feels like she’s on fire. Harry’s following through, delivering more pain than pleasure.

“Stop it,” she huffs. Lets out a keen when he hits her again, hard. “Feels like needles.”

“That’s the point. You’re not supposed to like it.”

And. She could apologize. She could say, “sorry, I shouldn’t have called you stupid when you didn’t give me the remote so we could watch Toddlers and Tiaras.” But he is stupid.

“I still think you’re stupid,” she grunts.

There’s a sharp inhale behind her, a pause that lingers, almost thoughtful.

“You know what, baby? Raise your hips,” comes an order laced with malevolence.

She shouldn’t call him stupid. It’s one of his “rules.” They’re not...on that page. The novel hasn’t progressed from whatever their relationship is now into anything playful, he’s not her boyfriend. Even with the hankering on her part, though she’ll never express that to him. Maybe it never will.

For now, she respires deeply in annoyance, knees her way up. Lengthy digits curve around her thighs to maneuver her back. His rings are cold against her skin. And she lets out a high, started sound when the first strike lands.

“You’re going to understand your place by the time I’m done,” Harry affirms faux airily before he distributes another to her pussy.

Tired of Me

(a blurb from the My Girl Series)

…in which Harry is too tired for sex and thinks Y/N is tired of him.

Warning: SMUT, daddy kink, mention of cockwarming.

AU: older!harry (4-year age gap), actor!harry, writer!y/n.

Word count: 2.6k

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Harry couldn’t get it up.

This had never happened before. He’d always been able to get it up no matter how knackered he’d been, and he’d always been proud of himself for his high sex drive. But now he was lying on his back, naked, with his half-hard dick resting on his thigh and his girl kneeling between his legs, staring at his manhood with a defeated expression on her face.

He’d apologised, feeling glad that the room was too dark for her to see him blushing, and offered to eat her out.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to,” she said and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “You’d just had a long flight. I should have let you rest.”

Then she threw the covers over their naked bodies and snuggled up against him. He didn’t feel relieved that she’d let him off without a fight. She’d been so horny and literally thrown herself at him the second he’d arrived at the front door. Why didn’t she just let him eat her out? He’d feel less guilty that way. Had his soft dick turned her off? Harry knew these thoughts were ridiculous, and yet, they kept him awake until early morning.

What if she was tired of him?

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Two kids bully Harry and his little neighbour comes for the rescue (a blurb from the ‘My Girl Series’)

AU: older!Harry (4-year age gap), childhood best friends. 

I was going through my Patreon when I found this from last year and remembered that I forgot to post this on Tumblr…Forgive me.

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She knew something was wrong when Harry didn’t come home at 5 PM like he always did. His mum had threatened to ground him for a month if he stayed out with his friends after football practice to avoid chores, so there was no way he would do that.

The little girl sat on her front porch, tapping her feet impatiently. After what seemed like an hour or maybe more, she got up and went to the field to look for him.

Just like she had thought, Harry was there but he wasn’t alone. He was with two other kids, both bigger than him, probably older too. The fatter one grabbed Harry’s collar and almost lifted his feet off the ground with a violent tug.

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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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Blurb night- 1.8k words

(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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Spoiled

It was fun and funny at first, a glimpse of the honeymoon phase you two never got to experience because he was a busy man and you had a career too. Whatever sweet as candy sex-fueled period your relationship should’ve gone through at the beginning was replaced by the deep, heartfelt longing you felt for each other for months on end while you were miles and miles away. It had made you stronger as a couple and you were thankful for it and when you did see each other the sex was… earth-shatteringly good. But even then, you had always wondered what it would’ve been like if you two had had the opportunity to crowd each other’s spaces and take advantage of the closeness normal couple’s get to experience.

You had seen this quarantine as an opportunity - a chance to recreate that and explore each other, in bed and out of it, so you did. 

Any moment both of you had to spare was a chance to get the other naked and by day ten you swore he’d had you on every available surface in the house - the bed, the bedroom floor, the bathroom counter, the kitchen island, the kitchen table, the couch… everywhere and anywhere.

And it never ever got boring - whether you were making love or getting in a proper fuck, it was always filled with laughter and sweat and moans and mind-blowing orgasms you knew he was the only one capable of giving you. Devoted and loving, since the moment you agreed to be his, Harry had made it his mission to know your body just as well as he knew your soul. Every touch and every kiss sent you in reeling and you loved being loved by him but…

But he is a pest. A bored, sex-crazed pest that hasn’t left you alone in however many days the two of you have been holed up in his house, hiding from the world.

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Repeating Days

Her brows furrowed as she felt around the bed. The space beside her which once coveted another body, now empty and had long since gone cold. She sat up and looked around the room in a blind panic. None of his stuff, which was littered around the room the previous night, was there. She scrambled to get out of bed, tripping over the covers. The same ones that wrapped her and him up so blissfully just a few hours prior. She needed to calm down. There could be a number of reasons why he left without a trace. None currently came to mind, but she didn’t like to assume. Slowly, she panned the parameter of the house, heart sinking as she found each room void of his presence. Panic set in as she snatched her phone off the charger and scrolled through her contacts, clicking his name. Her heart beat louder than the dial tone in her ear. She called one, two, three times in a row with no response. She gently lowered the phone from her ear to her side in a state of disbelief.

Questions and answers to those questions and more questions sped through her brain like notes from Flight of the Bumblebee. She tried him one more time, knee bouncing up and down as the ringing sound blared through her ear. All she received was his voicemail, but she decided to leave a message. “Harry?” she asked with extreme hesitance, even though nobody was actually on the other side of the line. “Hi, um, I, um, I woke up, and you weren’t— you weren’t here. And, you’re not answering my calls. And, all of your stuff is gone. And, I don’t know what’s happening. Please call me back. Please. Okay, bye.”

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Bust (sculptor!harry) Masterlist

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.

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a/n: so im not saying that this is based on anything from the real life…. pls don’tcome after me lmao but i just HAD TO write this, the urge was too hard.

pairing: Harry X pregnant!Reader

warning: smut, kinda breeding kink? idk

word count: 2.5k

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You thought you were ready for anything and everything about pregnancy. You’ve been bracing yourself for these months years prior, watching videos, reading all the books, learning all the information you need to know about growing a baby inside your body. There shouldn’t have been any surprises about it, but yet your body can still make you go: “Oh, wow. I was not expecting that.”

You’re only nearing the end of your first trimester, the bump is small, not many people know about the news that you and Harry are gonna be parents, but during these three short months, so much has happened. It started with the morning sickness, you threw up every morning clockwise at around six am, as if your body had an alarm in it that screamed at you to put out everything you had in your stomach. Harry was by your side the moment your knees hit the cold tile and you leaned above the toilet, delicate hands brushing your hair out of your face as he gently soothed you, brought you water and a wash cloth.

Then you started to get nauseous at the weirdest smells, like strawberries, honey and then coffee. You couldn’t be in the same room as these things, because the moment you smelled them you were gagging with no control. Harry made sure none of those could be found at your home from that day on and you felt terrible for making him stop drinking coffee, but he didn’t even want to hear about your apologies.

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