zella

okay so i decided to combine this with another request for 8 off the angst list. it’s probably more fluffy than angsty though :)

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“Love? Can yeh come here for a mo’?” Harry’s voice echoes through the closet. 

You let out a reluctant sigh and hoist yourself out of bed, wrapping the cardigan you keep hanging bedside around you as you pad your way over to him. He’s kneeling in front of his leather bag on the ground in the middle of your closet, eyebrows furrowed. 

You lean against the doorway and frown, “What’s wrong? Why are you in here?”

vena amoris

This is a fucking dream of mine ahhhh

I think Harry likes seeing your pretty and soft lips wrapped around his long digits. He loves how wet your lips are, and the way you leave his fingers coated in a thin layer or saliva. He’s a bit of a tease, as we all know, and whenever he’s feeling particularly flirty he’ll casually slide them into your mouth.

Maybe he’s right about to go on stage, and you two are the only ones in the dressing room for a brief second. So you’re just wishing him good luck with the show, and he coyly smirks, pressing his fingers down against your tongue. “Thanks, kitten.” He murmurs and then leaves you just like that, knowing you’ll be craving him during the entire show.

Or sometimes when you two are cuddling in bed, you’ll gently grab his hand and bring it to your lips. You briefly press a kiss to the tip of this thumb before sliding it in. He hums and let’s you, watching as his knuckle meets the tip of your lips and stops. It’s innocent in times like these, and he simply lets you. He’s either watching you intently or scrolling through this phone. Either way, it’s quite nonchalant but romantic.

this pulled on my mf heart strings

He’s just come home from a long day at the studio. By the time he’s arrived, you’re getting cuddled up in bed. Your eyes are droopy and sleep deprived. Now, Harry hates coercing you into doing things, always makes him feel a pang of guilt. But he’s feeling really needy tonight.

You almost don’t realize he’s even come home because your eyelids are falling fast and you’re stuck in limbo between being awake and asleep. His hand gently grazing against your cheek wakes you up.

“You awake, angel? Daddy needs you, a lot…” he’s borderline begging. You frown tiredly and blink a few times. It’s all a bit confusing at first, but when your sleepy eyes land on the tent forming in his pants you understand.

“Don’t need t’ do anything, just let me fuck your mouth,” he whines and you slowly nod your head. He wastes no time in slipping off his jeans and boxers. You sit up on your knees in front of him, admiring how pretty he looks.

Your petite hand wraps around his shaft, and a desperate groan escapes his mouth when he feels your wet tongue against his tip. He loves having your pretty, wet and warm mouth around his cock like this. You know how to perfectly work him up.

Despite how tired you’re feeling, you hollow your cheeks around him, feeling him thrust all the way into the back of your tight throat. Tears prick at your eyes, but you keep going. His soft curls are a disheveled mess and his cheeks are pink, and dirty words are slipping from his mouth. He’s about to fucking lose it, he’s sure. This is what he was craving all day: his sweet little girl’s mouth around his hardened cock.

Harry doesn’t last too much longer after that. It’s a mere few thrusts before he’s releasing his load onto the back of your tongue. He watches in awe as you swallow and subsequently clean him up. His hands are practically shaking as he pulls his boxers back up and he tears his shirt off. His tired body slips into bed directly next to you.

“Daddy, my jaw…’s sore.” You whine and crawl onto his chest. He readjusts you so you’re laying over his much larger body. A chuckle parts his lips.

“Oh, sweet girl… C'mere.” He murmurs, gently cupping your face in his palms. You can feel the pressure of his rings against your cheeks, but it kind of feels nice. His thumbs press against and delve into the skin along your jaw.

“’s like I got a little kitten.” He teases, listening to you as your purr while he massages the sore muscles. Your eyelids start to become heavy again, and you let out a sleepy laugh.

AN: 10 (ok maybe 30) minutes is back! A little blurb based on this/this, and this song, and Harry’s love of sweet things.

He leans against you, one arm tucked around his chest, the other hand squeezing his own chin, making his lips squish together. He’s warm against you, smells like sunscreen and sunshine, and he’s comfortable. It’s not often he doesn’t know what he wants: he’s a man who usually makes decisions in record time, but right now, he’s at an impasse. 

When it comes to ice cream, he doesn’t like to fuck around.

“Don’t know what I want,” he murmurs, shifting his weight a little and making you tip to the side. 

“Harry, we’ve been standing here for fifteen minutes,” you reply with slight exasperation in your voice, huffing when he hip checks you. “People are going to think you’re picky.”

“I am picky, aren’t I?” He argues, slanting his gaze down to you before looking back up at the board. “Can’t jus’ pick one willy-nilly–could be a disaster.”

“You’re a disaster,” you chuckle, sliding an arm around his waist and giving him a squeeze. “I’m going to go order before the girl behind the counter expires…”

You let him go, stepping up to the counter with a wry smile on your face. The girl behind the counter had been wide eyed ever since you two walked in some twenty minutes ago, and you’re fairly certain all of cottage country now knows he’s here. 

You’re about to place your order when you feel his hand against the small of your back, and then he’s right beside you once more, a very serious expression on his face. “What’s your favourite ice cream?” He asks the girl, who flushes pink and looks like she wishes the ground would swallow her whole. 

You pinch his side, shaking your head when he laughs. He’s a menace.

She lets him know her favourites, pointing them out on the menu, and he pinches his lower lip between his thumb and forefinger, plucking at it gently. “Like the sound of th’second one yeh mentioned,” he muses, nodding as if to say it is so decreed, and you groan inwardly. “I’ll have that, and whatever this one wants,” he tells her, hooking his thumb in your direction before turning to you with a grin. “Thought yeh said you were ordering–hurry up will yeh she’s not got all day….”

You scowl at him, blinking slowly as he goes to stand by the register, and you give your order to the girl, before thanking her for her patience. She smiles at you, bemused, and turns to make your orders. 

You go to stand next to him. “I’m not going for ice cream with you ever again,” you warn under your breath, though there’s no heat to your words, and he laughs, slinging an arm around your shoulders.

You hold onto the cones while Harry pays, tipping the girl generously and thanking her once more, and you follow him outside, tilting your face up to catch some of the warmth coming from the setting sun. “Where do you want to sit?”

He takes his cone from you, and slips his free hand into yours, tugging you off the main strip and over to a bench where he thunks down none-too-gracefully, bringing you along with him. You sit in companionable silence, trying to eat your ice cream cones before they melt. 

“These things are huge!” You laugh, bringing your hand up to your mouth to lick away melted ice cream from your fingers. “Do I have any on my face?”

He turns to you then, momentarily blinded by the sun before he focuses on you. “Yeah,” he smirks and licks over his lower lip before leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Some right there,” he murmurs against your skin, drawing his lips to yours to kiss you proper. 

You momentarily forget about the ice cream in your hand, forget that you’re  supposed to breathe, too caught up in the softness of his mouth, the sweetness against your tongue. He pulls back, and you take in a deep, shuddery breath, glad to know he’s in the same headspace when he does the same.

Request: do harry spitting in ur mouth!!!

you asked and i responded ;)

Request: Harry slapping you across the face for misbehaving.

note: I was rly nervous about this one bc like,, the concept could be misinterpreted as abusive but genuinely some people do have a slapping/ hitting kink soooo…. I hope this isn’t taken the wrong way! This is merely fictional. also, gif is not mine!!! found it on google 

based off this ask

It was quite a spontaneous decision, that is, traveling across Europe to Italy. But it was a good decision; a nice and relaxing vacation in a beautiful country after he finished his tour is just what Harry needed. Especially one with his girl. What he didn’t need was a disobedient brat on his hands as he tried to enjoy his few weeks of songwriting and language learning in Italy.

Y/N’s sure her voice will be gone tomorrow.

She’s sat naked between Harry’s legs on the floor — the hard, solid, cold floor — grinding her behind against his clothed crotch, wishing he was bare as well but of course he has to tease her and be dressed in one of his suits from tour — the cheetah print one (he’s even gone as far as to paint his nails as well when he waited for her to come out of her shower) — and she turns her head to look at him behind her with a quivering lip.

“What did I say? Look straight ahead.” He slaps her pussy hard, knowing it stings because he still has his rings on and he feels slightly bad for making her clit burn, but she was a bad girl today and she needs to be punished. “Having your little pussy slapped is already punishment enough, yeah? Why do you deliberately do what I tell you not to do, huh? Because you like this?” He slaps her straight on her clit, focusing the spank on his rings, and she squirms between his legs, her thighs attempting to shut. “No. You’re going to keep them open for me.” He pries her back open gently, which is odd compared to how rudely he’s speaking to her, but she loves it.

Truly. She loves the roughness behind his torture because she knows he’s a cuddly teddy bear underneath it all, and that when he gets into daddy mode, it’s all an act… although a fucking good act.

“Can… daddy, can you a-at least take your rings off?” She doesn’t mean it. She asks because she knows he likes when she’s whining for him, wanting him to be gentle with her and kiss her all over her face and slip his cock into her slowly… but right now he wants to be rough and pin her against a wall so he can stick his thick cock in her tight ass.

“Do they hurt?” She thinks he’s genuinely asking, so she nods and turns her head to look at him again, batting her eyes. “Too bad.”

He spanks her pussy again, making her back arch off of his chest and push her tits out. The sight’s so erotic to Harry, he spanks her again, and again, until his hand is covered in her juices and she’s dripping down the apex of her thighs. She cries out, constantly whimpering and gasping and feeling so turned on yet in pain… and she loves it.

“Daddy, can I… can I s-sit on your-“ She’s cut off by a slap right on her clit, her calves clenching.

“Sit on my what? My lap?” She shakes her head. “My face?” Again. “What then?” His fingers begin to play around near her hole, prodding it but not exactly going inside. “My cock?”

She nods quickly, craning her neck to look at him and wanting to kiss his plushy lips because he looks so hot right now. “Yes, yes. Please, daddy. Can I? I’ll be a good girl. Your good girl.”

Her offer is appealing to Harry, swirling his fingers around her clit and causing her to yelp out in pleasure, sucking on her shoulder as he contemplates his answer. “I don’t think so, baby girl. You were really bad today. Think I should just get you off with my fingers, yeah?” She shakes her head, groaning when he moves his index from her wet button to her wet hole, slipping it inside. “You’re lucky you’re getting to cum at all. Stop being a brat.” He hisses into her ear, working his finger slowly in and out of her and her thighs flex open more.

thank you I love u too babyyy im sorry I really hope you feel better! 

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: cursing

A/N: I rlly like writing blurbs. Send me more concepts :) this one made me SOFTTTTTT

ASK BOX

Y/N’s not athletic.

Like at all.

Sports just aren’t her thing. In high school, while everyone was at practice she stayed after either studying or helping out one of many clubs she was involved in. She doesn’t like sweating or running, it’s quite disgusting and Niall knows that which is why when she goes and watches him play with her best mates Niall along with Louis will pull her into a bone-crushing hug, smothering her with their sweat. It’s repulsive to her but Niall and Lou are like her brothers so it’s hard to stay mad at them. Louis doesn’t usually encourage her to play or run anywhere because she’s very clumsy and often trips on air and he’s worried she might break a bone one of these days so he’s always there, watching out and protecting her (a brotherly thing to do). Niall on the other hand continuously encouraged his baby sister to play but she usually just rolls her pretty brown eyes and declines politely.

But today was different.

Somehow, someway Niall managed to talk her into her first and last game of soccer. The lot of them aren’t really sure why she even said yes. While Niall was ecstatic, Louis felt as though he was going to shit bricks, positive that this would be the game that ended it all. He tried so hard to get her to sit back down and continue reading her one of her romance novels she’s usually got her head dipped into but there was no changing her mind. She was nervous but excited to actually play with everyone and determined to win; albeit she understands she doesn’t know the first thing about playing soccer or any sport for that matter, she still wanted to try her best!

The game started off smoothly, the lot of them playing a smoother game with her than usual, being very cautious and aware that she may trip at any moment in time. All was well, she made her first goal within the first couple of minutes but that’s just because of Louis and Niall. Boy, she was so happy when it went in: she felt unstoppable. She continued to run circles around the boys and score points which made all members on both sides smile (she’s just the cutest little thing) but then it all went to shit: horrible, awful, dreadful fucking shit. No other shit was shitter than this shit. It’s the second half of the game and while she’s exhausted and nearly ready to faint, she was determined to win. And it’s that same determination that currently has here screaming in the back of an ambulance because she’s broken her ankle so horribly that the bone’s sticking out! It’s a horrible sight and if it were anyone else Niall would’ve thrown up at the sight but he was too focused on (Y/N), trying his best to calm her down to even focus on himself.  Like sports, (Y/N) doesn’t do pain.

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“Oh, look, my bone’s poking out,“ she giggles after a questionable amount of drugs and numbing medication been pumped into her body. Louis and Niall exchange looks, knowing they’ll have to call Harry soon. If there’s anybody more protective over her it’s Harry. Harry absolutely adores (Y/N), thinks she’s the greatest thing since sliced bread and bottled water and iPhones. He’s made it clear on several occasions that he’d move heaven and hell just to see her smile. He loves her dearly, so much that it’s repulsive to watch them interact. He’s always got his arms around her waist or his chin on her shoulder, always touching her.  He’s currently at his own flat waiting for the lot of them to get back from their routine soccer games. Of course, the one he didn’t attend would be the one in which (Y/N) breaks her fucking ankle.

She’s in the doctor’s hands now so Louis and Niall have a seat in the waiting room, collecting their nerves before ringing Liam.

” ‘Lo? Thought you lot be back by now, where are you? (Y/N)’s not answerin’ her phone.“

Without any hesitation or preparation, Niall just spits it out all in one breath without even thinking, ”(Y/N)’s in the hospital because I convinced her to play a game with us and she ended up tripping breaking her ankle and the bone was stickin’ out please don’t kill me, Li!“ The line ends, with no warning just the stupid beep noise one gets after someones hung up and Niall is scared shitless.

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“Harry, you’ve got to calm down mate. S'not Niall fault, though it is for his safety I’ll pretend it isn’t,” Louis grinned, patting Harry’s shoulder in hopes the ease his nerves.

He arrived at the hospital not too long after their very brief phone call which led to Harry driving down the road at nearly eighty miles! He was on the brink of tears,  nearly collapsed into their arms completely disregarding the plan he concocted in the car to strangle and kill Niall. “She’ll be okay?” Harry gasped, sinking into his chair and sighing dramatically. “Just a broken– Well a very broken ankle but m'sure she’ll be alright. Last we saw her she was gettin’ pumped with drugs, giggling at the stupidest things.”

After what seemed like hours (literally only thirty minutes), they were finally allowed to go back and see her.

“Petal!” he rushes into the room, finally feeling able to breathe when he sees her beautiful smile. “Harry!” she calls back, reaching for him. He strides over to her engulfing her into a hug, nuzzling his head in her neck. “S'worried about you. What happened, baby?”

“I dunno H! I thought I was doing soooo well but obviously, I’m shit at soccer,” she giggles. Harry smiles, holding her hand in his kissing over her knuckles gently. “Does anything hurt, you need anything? Hungry or summat?” he questions, wanting to give her the world right now. He glares over at Niall and Louis signaling for them to get her something to eat. “M'fine really, babeeee. Missed you loads!” she leans over peppering his face with kisses. “I don’t want to play soccer again,” he snickers. They stay like that, Harry kissing over her hand and cracking jokes, doing everything in his power to keep her mind off of her very broken ankle. “You’ll be okay poppet,” he smiles and she nods.

(from the Flatmate!Harry Series)

…in which Harry plans a birthday party for Y/N, and he has a helping hand.

This is not the last chapter, the next one is, okay bye :P

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It’s Y/N’s birthday today

And Harry is excited.

He loves spoiling his girl and seeing a big smile on her face, even though her mouth is saying ‘you shouldn’t have’. 

He just loves her so much it feels surreal sometimes.

This is Y/N’s third birthday since they moved into this flat. On the first one, Harry and Y/N weren’t together yet. He bought her a cake and waited for her to come back, only to receive a text saying she was staying at her parents’, and they’d already thrown her a big party and invited all of her relatives. He couldn’t blame her for choosing her family over him. He hadn’t told her about his plan anyway, and based on their relationship back then, him buying her a cake was very unexpected. 

On her second birthday here, they were already together. Harry decided to make her a cake, which ended up tasting like…well, there wasn’t a correct comparison for such a disgusting taste so…yeah. He didn’t want her to get food poisoning on her birthday, that’s why the cake ended up in the rubbish bin and he made Niall go buy a new one while he decorated the flat. He was more shocked to see her reaction that night, than she was when she walked into a living room full of balloons and candles (he had a hard time cleaning up the candle wax on the floor but it was worth it).

“You shouldn’t have,” she said with a big smile on her face as she showered his face with kisses. They ate the (store-bought) cake, unwrapped the present, and made love all night. The next day, Harry woke up with the determination to throw her an even bigger birthday party the following year, which is this one. His girl has to be the happiest and he has to make that happen.

Things seem to start out well for Harry when the first news he hears in the morning is that Y/N’s best friends from high school are paying her a visit. That means she will be occupied the entire day and he has the whole flat to prepare for the party which he has planned for a really long time.

“Baby, don’t come home too soon,” he says, walking her out of their front door and she just smiles at him.

“Don’t hire a whole band or something as crazy as that. I only want you,” she tells him, pressing her lips against his while holding his face dearly.