#tobefalling works

A/N: Hey everyone! I haven’t written in a long time, but I got this random inspo for a blurb about coming out to Harry! I hope you like it, I tried really hard to make it respectful, as I identify as genderqueer, but if anything seems wrong please let me know!

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Word count: <500

Featuring: coming out, fluff, accepting harry

[Non Binary Reader]

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Lately things didn’t feel right. They had felt wrong, like something wasn’t adding up anymore. Hearing people referring to them as she, or even as the name they had always gone by, just felt like people were talking to a ghost. For months, they pretended like everything was okay, continued living a life that didn’t match who they truly were.

One misty Sunday morning, they rolled over to see Harry fast asleep in the bed they shared. A sight that would usually bring them peace, instead brought anxiety and fear. Carefully, they leaned over and shook Harry’s bare bicep, eliciting a groan from his throat and prompting his tired eyes to open.

“What is it m’love? Can’t sleep?” His tired voice vibrated, concern riddling his features. They shook their head, tears threatening to spill from their eyes. “I think something is wrong with me...” They almost whispered.

Harry sat up, the white sheet slipping down his bare abdomen. “What? Do you need to go to the hospital?” He was wide awake now, concerned as ever.

“No! No, it’s nothing like that,” They reassured him, “No, I uhm, I don’t think I’m a she?” They attempted, not really knowing how to express it. “I think I’m a they?”

A chuckle escaped Harry’s lips. “You’re non-binary?” He questioned, now giving the feelings a name. “Yes? I- Maybe. I haven’t figured out a label, but I don’t feel like a girl.” 

He nodded, positioning so he could look at his partner’s face properly. “Well then, you’re not a girl! And that’s okay. I love you.” Harry pulled them to his chest, feeling wetness collect against his skin.

They sniffled, looking up at harry with big eyes. “You- You don’t think I’m weird?” They took a shaky breath.

“Of course not! You’re allowed to feel this way, My love, and I honestly can’t say I didn’t notice a small change in you.” Relief washed over them, their body relaxing into their boyfriend.

“You don’t have to know right now, but I’m here when you do, I’m right here.” Harry spoke softly, kissing his partner’s head for emphasis. “What shall I call you for now, to make you feel best?”

“I looked at some websites and made a couple of reddit posts...I think y/n is the right fit.”

Authors note: I know it’s been a really long time since I released anything but here we are! The hyped up virgin!harry fic! A huge thank you to @sweetcreatureinthedark for all the help in editing and making this fic what it is now! I love you 💕💕

featuring: smut, blowjob, cursing obviously, I think that’s it??

Harry wasn’t exactly popular in high school. He was the quiet one who would simply get his work done and go home so he could play music or write poems. His social life wasn’t all that intense until a bubbly girl with a bright smile bounced into his chemistry class.

Ever since that day the beautiful girl loaned him a pencil, Harry was whipped.

Barely a month after their first meeting, Harry and Y/N became attached at the hip, spending every lunch period, spare and after school time together. After the first month of being best friends, Y/N got tired of waiting for the sweet curly-haired boy to ask her out, so she had to make a move on her own. During study hall one day, Harry had been waiting for Y/N in the back of the library, only to see her bounce inside with bright red lipstick and excitement in her words. “Harold!” she sang as she sat beside him, leaning over and smiling wider than before. “I have something for you, close your eyes, m’kay?” Harry raised an eyebrow suspiciously but simply let her do what she needed to do.

His eyes closed softly and without a delay, her lips were on his. The feeling was very new, Harry hadn’t kissed anyone before. Her lips were so soft, he had no idea how to react.

Harry tried to move against her but it was kind of awkward and messy. Y/N giggled shyly and moved away. “Sorry! I had to," she paused, feeling his reaction before continuing to ramble. "I felt like we were there, but we’re not, I guess." Y/N rocked on her heels anxiously, "I’m sorry! Don't let me make this weird.”

Harry listened to her babble, trying to calm her down, reaching for her arm with a soothing yet nervous tone. “It’s not that. No, um, I actually," Harry paused, trying to figure out how to word this confession, "I quite enjoyed that. I just didn’t, I’ve never -"

“You’ve never been kissed?” Y/N cut him off with a louder exclamation than she meant to.

“Little louder, petal, don’t think the history wing heard you,” Harry blushed, gently tugging her hand to move him closer to her, his cheeks flushed as he looked away from her and around the room.

Throughout the afternoon of studying, Harry’s fingers kept travelling up to his lips, tracing where they had met hers. As the days passed, Harry found himself daydreaming about the way her lips felt against his, how he would kill to feel that all the time. Meanwhile, Y/N found herself remembering fondly how adorable Harry looked with her red lipstick smudged across his lips and a deep blush in his cheeks, how cute he would look with a collection of her lipsticks smeared upon his lips and chin.

The relationship between Harry and Y/N wasn’t much different after the incident in the library, though the two were increasingly affectionate in public settings, which was new. Instead of walking alongside each other with arms almost touching, Y/N would sneak their hands together, her fingers laced through his, prompting a blush to take over Harry’s cheeks and nose. 'Movie Night Fridays' was the first promise Harry and Y/N had made to each other that alluded to something more than friends. Casually sitting around her bedroom after the first time he had gone to her house to work on a chemistry project, he mentioned that his weekends were always too boring. Taking his hint, Y/N proposed that they'd watch an awful 'chick flick' (although Harry found that term quite demeaning) and then fall asleep eating cheap pizza and an arrangement of their favorite snacks. That first week after the kiss, 'Movie Night Friday' was seemingly better than any other. On occasion, YN would cuddle herself into Harry's side, claiming that she was a bit too cold and he was warm.

Now, a week and a kiss later, YN was tucked right into Harry's side, and his heart was beating unusually fast. Her lips were so inviting to him, he just wanted to taste them again. Harry wasn’t paying much attention to the horrid movie playing ahead, instead, he spent his time just looking at how Y/N’s eyelashes fluttered when she blinked, at how her nose crinkled at corny jokes from the main characters on screen. Harry had abandoned his attention to the movie, opting instead to admire the beautiful girl attached to his hip. There was something about the way she appeared when she was interested in a movie, eyebrows drawn together in a focused manner, her expertly painted nude lips pulled between her teeth as an exciting scene unfolded in front of her.

YN also used the dark room to her advantage, especially on the occasion that Harry turned away. Her eyes danced across his soft features, the lips that she had felt against hers in the library, the nose that she often tapped with her finger to tease him, the eyelashes that she openly envied. All of the beautiful things about him seemed to stand out even more in the state she was in. YN was trying, she really was, but every time she saw Harry’s tongue dart out to wet his flushed lips, her heart skipped a beat.

She couldn’t take it anymore, she decided. Making some sort of move felt like her best option to have her lips on his. “Ba-," she quips, a pet name almost slipped out as she spoke to get his attention. "Harry?” Upon hearing his name, Harry turned his head to face YN, smiling at the delicate expression she had on her face.

“Yeah?” he replied softly, not expecting what would come next.

As if in slow motion, Y/N brought her hands up to cup his soft jaw and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was different than the one they shared in the library. The two simply absorbed one another’s breaths. Harry reluctantly broke the kiss and looked at YN below him, her lips slick and swollen, her eyes glossed over.

“What was that for?” he asked sheepishly, she simply giggled and pressed a soft peck to his lips once more.

“May I?” she asked softly, gesturing to straddle his lap. He nodded nervously, pulling her up onto his thighs.

“You’re pretty," Harry let out a whispered compliment, using the hand that wasn’t resting extremely softly on her waist to hesitantly coax her into another kiss.

“You’re pretty, too, Harry,” YN whispered against his lips, slowly disconnecting and eyeing over his face. Much to his displeasure, she could feel him begin stirring in his sweats, the grey material contrasting against her skin. He could be felt against her inner thigh, causing a smile to break onto her attempt at a sultry expression. Her confidence shocked him and his inexperience, unsure of how to speak to her in such a sensual way. “I liked the kiss, too," YN whispered before nibbling on his ear. "Maybe just as much as you."

Harry could barely hold himself together, his boner aching against the soft material of his pants while his heart almost exploded out of his sweaty chest. "You did?"

"Could help you with it, if you want."

“Help? You wanna," Harry gulps, trying to maintain his composure, "help me? As in...” His words came out in whimpers, almost involuntary in their sound. This was the closest anyone had ever been to him and he wasn’t exactly sure how to handle it.

“Have a few things we could do, if you’re okay with it. I want to,” Y/N spoke, her confidence increasing quicker as Harry’s shaft nudged against her thigh.

“Do you mean?" Harry tilts his head suggestively, his hands were clammy against her skin. "I’ve never done that or much of anything. You were my first kiss and, um, I -," Harry babbled typically, only to be cut off by her thumb against his lips.

“I can just," YN sighs, unsure of how to word what she is implying, "help you out? Doesn't have to be sex, right now.” Her lips pressed to his neck and the skin behind his ear, coaxing a whimper from his swollen lips. “I was thinking if you’re up for it, I could go down on you." Her mouth immediately stopped moving on his skin and her eyes met his, trying to gauge his reaction. "I don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable though.” Y/N was trying so hard to be careful and attentive, but she really just wanted his cock in her mouth. She hadn’t seen him naked before, feeling him against her was making her mind travel to the dirtiest of places, and she was impressed.

Harry nearly choked on air hearing those words. She wanted to put him in her mouth? She wanted to suck him off? This couldn’t be happening. “Oh no, if you want to I’d love," Harry stops himself, already probably sounding too eager. "I mean, you can if you want to. I can just leave, actually, and um, we can forget about this. You shouldn’t feel pressured just because I’m -." Harry cut himself off with a high pitched moan he didn’t know he could make as he felt Y/N’s hand press against his clothed hard-on. “Or, or you can! I mean,” he breathed, his babbles masked by how much heavier he was breathing, more than he thought was possible.

Y/N slowly moved down his body, sinking to her knees in front of him. “Did you want me to take off my shirt? That’s something I’ve heard of and I don’t know,” Harry questioned, fumbling with the hem of his soft tee.

“You do whatever feels right, I can take off mine if you’d like. It's, y'know, something to look at?” Y/N offered, taking one of his clammy hands in hers.

Harry shook his head. “You don’t have to. Don’t take that as me not wanting to see your boobs, because, God, I’m sure they’re fantastic, I just," he mutters, trying to hold his voice deeper than a high-pitched whimper. "We’ve only kissed, and you’re about to blow me. I'm so, fuck.”

Harry finished his anxious sentence with a moan as Y/N nudged his hips up and pulled his sweats and boxers down, releasing his cock from the cotton confines.

Y/N’s mouth watered at the sight of him. He was even bigger than she had thought, than she had felt, and it was pretty. His head was a shimmering deep red colour just begging to be touched, leaking from the stimulation of her hand on him. “Okay, baby, I’m gonna go slow for you," she whispered reassuringly before kissing his inner thigh softly.

Being cautious so she didn’t scare him away, y/n pressed a feather-light kiss onto his tip before leaving the same down the underside of his shaft. “Just breathe baby, I’m gonna make you feel good.” Harry shuddered at the feeling mixed with the sultry tone of his best friend’s voice. A collection of high pitched whimpers and deep groans escaped Harry’s lips as he felt the warmth of y/n’s mouth on him.

As soon as she wrapped her lips around the leaky head and hollowed her cheeks slightly, Harry was about to burst. “Fuck! I’m gonna- I’m sorry but I’m definitely not gonna last!” There was a whine behind his words as he gripped the couch beside him, close to letting go. “It’s okay baby, I know.” Y/n reassured him between sucks. She began bobbing her head slowly and Harry was a goner.

“Fuck! I’m- I’m cumming!“ He moaned out as his seed spilled into Y/n’s mouth. She moaned softly around him as he came, swallowing all of him. “Was that good for you?” Y/n asked him, a small hint of sarcasm behind her words. “Yes. Yes! Fuck yes it was.” Harry answered eagerly, still catching his breath.

After he calmed down, Harry pulled his pants back up slowly, wincing at the feeling of fabric against his still sensitive shaft. “Uhm...best friends don’t do that kind of stuff...right?” He questioned, hoping he could get some kind of answer. He really liked y/n, always had, and she obviously liked him a little bit, right? She was just on her knees for him, she HAS to like him. “I’m still your best friend, Harry. But, we can be more if you want?” Y/n responded to him, stroking her thumb over his cheek. “More? Like...you and I could be-?” He cut himself off, not sure what word y/n would classify them as. “Dating, Harold. I can be your girlfriend.” She giggled at his nerves, kissing him softly once more.

A/n: Hey! Been a minute!! I’m super proud of this!! It’s the first chapter of something, might be a series but I’m unsure-

Warnings: smutty!!! Angst!! Daddy kink, spitting, choking…I think that’s it??

It was slow, messy, lips crashing into teeth, Harry’s hands grabbed her hips and pulled her in. His voice was gravelly as he whispered in her ear, ending the groan by sinking his teeth into her lobe. An empty whine escaped her lips, her eyes meeting his, glassy and blown out. The two began undressing, shirts tossed to one side of the room while belts clanged and pants were discarded as well. The air in the room was heavy, hot, smelled of sex as his hands traveled her body, fingertips sinking into her ass with a bruising grip. Soon enough, he was slipping inside of her, his member pumping slowly in and out of her body. Her hands traveled to his back, scratching lightly so she didn’t hurt him, but little did she know that would’ve been just fine. The two connected slowly, bodies intertwining with empty passion, a fake love moving between them. “Y/n! Fuck!” He groaned out, throwing his head back. Then he realized what he had said. Her movements ceased. Harry’s eyes opened in a panic and immediately met his companion’s which were filled with unspoken rage and betrayal. “What the fuck did you just say?” The nude woman underneath him, whom he called his wife, angrily spat at him. Harry couldn’t find the words because there were none. He rolled off of her, pulling his boxers back on with shame. Struggling to comprehend what had just come out of Harry’s mouth, his wife pulled her underwear and shirt back on, turning onto her side with her back to her husband. Harry spent a moment trying to plan his escape, pulling his shirt on and pacing quietly around the room. The air in his once light master bedroom was heavy and full of anger, weighing his shoulders down as he grabbed his suitcase from the walk-in-closet and threw in enough clothing for a week or so. He tried not to make much noise, zipping up his suitcase and heading for the door, closing it softly behind him without even slipping a jacket over his bare arms.

Harry sped down the road, his Range Rover flying down the Los Angeles streets to his destination. Pulling into a driveway about half an hour away from his house that was no longer much of a home to him, Harry pulled on the bomber jacket from the passenger seat and slipped from his car. A honk could be heard as he locked the door to his vehicle, stepping up to the red door of the all too familiar townhome he tried to push from his memory just months ago. Though hesitant, he knocked upon the door with his lip between his teeth, almost not wanting an answer. Moments later, a short girl with beautiful eyes clad in slippers and a very large t-shirt that looked awfully similar to a Rolling Stones tee he could’ve sworn he had in his closet before.

Author’s note: Hello! This is my first piece of writing that I’ve been confident about in a long time. I really hope it’s good! Please send feedback!

Warnings: hella filth, daddy kink

Saturday’s were for Harry and Y/n, the couple stayed in and did small things around the house together, spending as much time as they could before he would have to work on Monday. They would wake up late, Harry holding her in his strong arms so she couldn’t leave him yet. Later in the afternoon, Y/n was doing some laundry while Harry was playing a video game with a couple of his friends online. The day had been slow and Y/n was lonely but Harry was invested in his game. Y/n had been feeling neglected on that particular Saturday, as if Harry was ignoring her on purpose. After sitting and listening to her boyfriend yelling at the television screen. As his voice settled, Y/n cuddled into Harry’s side and started sponging kisses along his neck and jawline. “Dadddddyyyy! I wanna playyy!” 

Y/n whined and nuzzled deeper into his neck. Harry chuckled and attempted to push her off, covering his mic so his friends didn’t hear the dirty nickname. “Later, princess, m’kay?”

 Though discouraged, Y/n wasn’t going to give up that easy, she moved to straddle his lap without a word. “What’d I tell ya? Hm? Naughty girl.” He spoke sternly while covering his mic so his friends couldn’t hear his girlfriend being disciplined. She of course, just giggled and kissed his neck more, beginning to grind her hips into him. He was getting harder underneath Y/n’s movements. “Mm stop it! C’mon angel, you’re bein’ a little brat!”

 Y/n raised an eyebrow at his words and kissed his lips with a quick peck. As if he had just told her to, she began grinding harder onto his hardening bulge and sucking on his sweet spot behind his ear. Harry couldn’t believe his little girlfriend was being so bold and trying to embarrass him. He looked at her, grasping her jaw and making her look him in the eye. “Since when did daddy say you allowed to tease me when m’playin’?” 

Harry asked his girlfriend slyly, raising a teasing eyebrow. Y/n held in a small whimper as he spoke, her submissive side threatening to escape completely. She held his gaze and leaned in again, nibbling his earlobe softly. “M’just playin’ too. I wanna have fun too y’know!” 

A giggle left her lips and her hot breath caressed his neck, hands tangled in his curls. Harry gave up disciplining her for now and turned his mic back on, trying to ignore the feelings she was causing and just play his game with his friends. “My kitty wants to be naughty? Show me what you can do.” He teased and turned his attention back to the game.

 Y/n pouted and kisses his neck again, nibbling and licking to try and get a rise out of her stoic boyfriend. She pushed it further, tugging her (his) shirt off of her body, her bra less chest close to his face. Bouncing slightly, she pushed her chest into his face and motorboated him a little. Harry had it up to here with her antics by that point. He tossed his controller and headset to the side, quickly pinning Y/n under him. “Not so sly now, hey kitten?” 

He smirked and pressed rough kisses onto her neck, breasts and stomach. All y/n could do was whimper and nod, feeling every move he made getting lower and lower on her stomach. A deep chuckle left his lips as he rid his writhing girlfriend of her wet panties. “My, my, my, angel, such a naughty girl, making a mess.” The words fell effortlessly out of his mouth, flavoured by his accent. Y/n looked up with doe eyes, now naked under his gaze. “D-daddy…please..”

 Harry laughed again and pushed his sweats off of his muscular thighs along with his boxers. “Gonna take Daddy’s cock like the little slut you are?” He teased before pushing into her wet hole, not wasting a moment. Starting slow, then faster, Harry pounded into his girlfriend and rubbed her clit with the hand that wasn’t holding him up. 

A/N: hope y’all enjoy the second part of my first series! Please send in feedback!

Warnings: cursing, angst, feelings will be hurt!!

“Who would be here at 2am?” Her eyes met Harry’s with panic only to see the same expression mirrored in his…

Harry refused to let the woman beside him get up to answer the door, so he rushed down in his boxers himself, still covered in a sheen of sweat from his earlier activities. Without checking who was there through the peephole, he opened the door and was faced with the one person he couldn’t bear to see. “I knew it.” His wife spoke through gritted teeth. Before he could even process what she said, Harry’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. The woman he promised to love and cherish for the rest of his life just came to his mistress’ house and caught him red handed.

Y/n padded down the stairs in just Harry’s shirt to see who was at the door, and she wasn’t sure how to react until she saw his expression and the expression of the woman at the door. “Babe, who’s this?” She asked him worriedly, standing beside him and holding his bicep. “Babe?! You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” Harry’s wife scoffed and wound her arm back, placing a sound slap across Harry’s cheek. “Excuse me ma’am! How dare you come to my home at this hour and assault someone!” Y/n was taken aback by the situation, seeing a woman slap the man who just had her writhing underneath him. Harry was in a state of shock, his hand coming up to soothe the sting on his reddened cheek. “Oh so she doesn’t know? She doesn’t know she’s just a fucktoy because your wife doesn’t do it for you?!” His wife spat, looking the girl up and down again in a rather insulting matter. “Wife?!” Y/n turned to Harry, shock and betrayal in her face. Now realizing that she has been a side piece, Y/n wound up and slapped him across the face as well, stinging his already raw skin. “I can’t fucking believe you!” She screamed, eyes filling with tears. His wife scoffed again, looking the younger girl in the eyes. “Guess he didn’t love either of us, huh?” She turned and slammed the door, stomping to her car.

Harry was in shock and fumbling to make a sentence to explain the situation, feeling like a twat. “I- she- we- I-“ he struggled to find the words yet again. “Save it. Get out. Get your shit and get out.” Y/n was disgusted, the situation made her stomach turn. She pulled his shirt off of her body roughly and pushed the balled up fabric to his chest with force, enough to surprise him. Instead of digging himself deeper, he grabbed his things from her room, got dressed and prepared to leave the second house in 12 hours. Harry walked past Y/n curled up on the couch, now wearing a hoodie that he hadn’t seen before, with tears staining her cheeks. He had to hold himself back from pressing a soothing kiss to her forehead. Without another word, shoes were slipped on and the door was softly closed behind him, he heard it lock as he walked back to the black Range Rover.

A/n: this is some shitty blurb I threw together about domestic grocery days with your mans :))) have mercy on me :)) 

Author’s note: Hey all! Been getting such great responses to my first fic, and I’ve had this one in progress since the picture of Harry with Oscar came out. Hope you all enjoy! Please send in requests and feedback!

Warnings: maybe some cursing, fluff, not proofread!!

Y/n and Harry had just moved in together about a month ago, and gosh was life amazing under the same roof. The couple watched cute romantic movies every night cuddled in bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms. They really couldn’t ask for much more. On a fateful Sunday afternoon, the two were being lazy together and cuddling with Friends reruns playing on the television. “Okay babe...I have a question.” Harry started, playing with Y/n’s hair. Y/n knew that when Harry had a question, it was going to be quite the idea, so she prepared for something wild from his mind. “Yes, my love?” She giggled, turning from her position with her head on his chest to face him. Harry smiled mischievously, twirling a strand of y/n’s hair around his ringless finger. “Can we get a puppy?” His face grew into a childlike smile as he awaited an answer.  Y/n laughed a bit to herself, this was much less insane than what she had prepared herself for. “I mean, that’d be fantastic, but how would we take care of one babe? We just moved into this apartment, it’s kinda small and I’m not even sure there’s enough room for a pup, H.” She spoke with an apologetic tone that brought a sadness to Harry’s heart. “But I’ll walk them, and feed them and play with them!” He rebutted, sounding like a small boy asking his mum for a dog. “We can go look, bighead.” Y/n replied with a chuckle before laying her head on his chest once more. “Yay!!- wait, that’s mean!” Harry tapped his girlfriend on her head at the teasing nickname. “But you said we can go look...” he spoke softer with a glint of hope in his eye.