Masterlist

Ok a concept since it is the anniversary of met Gala harry today and mg harry is also popular he will be called to met Gala so he is dressed up and bambi reaction to his outfit and she says she wants to fuck him but he says something along the lines of later baby don't want the scratches to show through the net.

OMG BITCH YESSSSS

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“Is that why you won’t let me go with you?” 

From the corner of his eyes, he could see her kneeling on their bed, pouting, but he knew she was far from innocent. She was practically naked and obviously enjoying how she got him in the palm of her hand.

“Oh please, you don’t even want to go.”

“I do now.”

She didn’t. She would rather shave her head than walk the red carpet with him. She had fun teasing him and it was working because he could feel himself getting hard. Thank God they didn’t put him in one of those tight suits.

He marched up to the bed and beckoned to her. She scooted toward the edge, smoothing her palms over the material of his outfit. He caught her hands before they reached his stomach. His gaze dropped to her breasts and he arched an eyebrow. “Put some clothes on, baby.”

“I have clothes on.” She grinned, plucking at her panties.

His fingers tightened on her hips as he tossed his head back, shut his eyes and groaned. “Not gonna fuck you. Not gonna fuck you. Not gonna fuck you.”

She laughed and kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry. I will spare you this once.” She tapped her hands on his shoulders like a friend to a friend, but it only made him want to fuck her more.

He gathered all the self-control he could get to lean in and kiss her on the cheek. If he kissed her lips, he’d have to pin her down. He wanted to say “fuck the Met” and go for it, but Jeff would kill him, and then her.

“If there are videos or photos of me walking the red carpet with an erection, you’ll have to pay for it,” he said.

Her lips quirked. “Have fun. I’ll be at home waiting for those videos and photos.”

horny horny horny thinking about knowing H has to take that pic so you slowly rub your thumb over his slit and jerk him off since the camera can’t see you

You hadn’t been able to keep your hands off him since you both got out of the shower; there’d been too much foreplay within the steamy, dangerously close proximity for you to withhold any longer.

It’d started innocently enough with him helping wash down your back with a sudsy loofah as you massaged shampoo into his sopping curls. He hadn’t meant for it to escalate the way it did— he just wanted it to be a nice couple activity that would help both of you unwind from the recent stressors that had been set on the world’s shoulders.

Harry had pulled you close under the drizzling stream of warm water, working the soapy sponge down the curved line that accentuated the center of your spine, rolling it in lazy circles across the dip of your back. His head had nuzzled into your damp neck, mouth pressing to the mellow pulse, the skin of his lips rubbery and squeaky against your own.

You had squeezed out a decently sized glob of shampoo into the palm of your hand, slowly carding your fingers into his matted ringlets, starting at the nape of his neck and working the product upwards tenderly into his scalp.

The soothing motions of the pads of your digits had made his knees buckle slightly, a gurgley, raw moan elbowing its way out from the back of his throat without his permission. “Fuck, that’s so good, baby.”

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One Is Enough III

HERE Y’ALL FUCKING GO DAMN. HERE, TAKE IT.

Everyone is practically drowning in it now. 

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LOVE ON TOUR: THE GROUPIE MASTERLIST 

a collection of blurbs about groupie!reader

in no particular order:

one

two

three

four

five

six

seven

eight

nine

main masterlist

updated: 3/1/2021

✰ = smut

☂ = angst

(if there’s nothing next to it, then it’s fluff)

take a look at my fic recs!

here are all my playlists!

24 hour bookstore→part one, part two✰: you meet harry one night while he’s in nyc and then he asks you on a date and things get…dirty

quarantine confessions: harry’s in la and you’re in nyc and he stops calling and you wonder if your kiss screwed everything up

the quarantine couch✰: you’re staying with your parents during quarantine and you have…needs

a trim: harry really needs a haircut

fuck ‘em only we know (light smut): based off of Bank’s song

boardwalk (summer feeling challenge): you and harry have a fun night on the boardwalk in ocean city, md

wallowing: after another one of your relationships end, you pour a large glass of wine and decide it’s time for some wallowing while fine line blasts throughout your apartment and your best friend comes to comfort you

wallowing part two (wip): you and harry have been seeing one another but nothing’s official; you two go out one night and he fucks up so you go home to wallow in your feelings—again.

ungodly hour→ part one, part two✰: request based off of chloe x halle’s song

26 ☂: request based off Gracie Abrams’s song 21 

fine line✰:harry plays you fine line for the first time and some things come out

tis the damn season: ✰ based on miss swifts iconic tune

green eyes☂: based on the song green eyes by Joseph, or harry wants to take a break

faking it: (light smut) you fake an orgasm and harry knows

october✰☂: september was filled with heartbreak, but october is offering you better things

house hunting: you and harry are looking for a house in italy

needy✰: you just really need dick

playlist fic challenge masterlist

SOMEBODY ELSE: you and harry are friends who start an arrangement…and then that arrangement ends and you’re left with impossible feelings as you watch him move on.*COMPLETED*

MASTERLIST

EARLY MORNING GLORY (Extended Fic; chaptered): a slow burn, friends to lovers, harry au where he’s just starting out and it takes place in NYC.*ONGOING*

MASTERLIST

IN MY FEELINGS: you and harry hate each other, but that doesn’t stop you from hooking up *ONGOING*

MASTERLIST

do you have fwb!harry styles angst fics??

hi! i couldn’t find many, so if anyone has some please let me know!

Shampoo Bottles by @starsstruck

Wildest Dreams by @outofsstyles (only really angst at the end but its a must read its so good)

“It’s Not That Important” by @finestoflines

Three Rules   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4 by @goldenbluesuit

Jamaica Me Happy Masterlist by @for-fucks-sake-h

i will never accept the sound of my recorded voice

Mobile Masterlist

So I finally got around to getting my shit together enough to create a masterlist! This should go without saying, but please do not repost my writing anywhere without my permission! Requests and feedback are always welcomed here.

all fics are reader insert unless otherwise specified

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OK what if you & Haribo was fucking right,,,, and you were so wet that like YOU WERE FUCKING GUSHING AND JUST LIKE UGGGHHHHH.. HE'd ask YOU TO CLENCH AROUND HIM BC YOU WERE SO WET THAT HE COULDNT STAY INSIDE YOU!!!

“Fuck’s sake…” Harry growls all low and angry, the intense lust coursing through his veins causing a lapse of rage.

This is the third time in the last minute it’s happened. He’ll be fucking you so bloody good and then just slip right out, slick, dripping cock gliding up the middle of your folds, the swollen purple head prodding the bud of your clit.

Harry grunts in utter frustration, sitting back onto his heels for a hot second. He grabs at the rumpled sheets, wrapping them around his bobbing, throbbing cock and wiping himself off messily, brows furrowed and teeth gritted. “Can’t keep myself inside you, love. Too wet f'me.

He lets go of the damp blanket, cupping himself with his fingers and pressing his thumb just below the tip of his prick, pushing it against your puckered entrance. He tucks himself inside you, leaning forward slowly and letting out a long, broken groan as he sinks deeply into your tight warmth. “There we go, pet. Nice and snug, yeah?”

Harry grips the damp sheets around your body tightly– so tight he can feel his nails bitting into his palms through the fabric– as his hips take up his hard, rough slams again, your bruised thighs clenching around his sweaty waist, knees quaking as he rams you into the mattress.

He props himself up on his forearms, trying to press his lips to yours but he’s going so fast his head won’t stop bobbing, so an other-wise romantic kiss ends up as him smashing his mouth against yours, foreheads knocking and noses smushing against one another. He laughs in between wispy moans, swallowing down your whimpers and feeling them boil in his chest. “S'fine, darling. Tend to get roughed up, anyways.”

You throw your head back against the pillows, toes curling and nails scratching down his hard back, feeling the head of his cock prod at a sweet place inside you that makes your stomach flop and vision vignette. “Fuck, Har, right there!”

Harry can feel his ego inflate, drinking up your cries for release like a tall glass of fine wine. He moves his arm under your back, wrapping it securely so that his huge hand is gripping the opposite side of your torso. He uses this hold to slam you down to meet his thrusts, his prick nudging a spongey place inside your warm cunt that sends spikes of pleasure down his pulsing length. “Right here, baby? Like Daddy fucking you right here? Feels good, yeah? So fucking good.”

Everything’s building up on top of both of you, Harry chewing on your bottom lip and panting heavily into your mouth as his hair flops into his shining eyes as they laugh delightfully with the foundation of his release. He bites harshly, your lip swelling in his mouth, causing him to smirk into the sloppy kiss. “Y'like, that, don’t you, minx? Like it so rough you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

And then it happens again.

One second he’s using his knees to piston himself inside you, and the next, his cock is dabbing against your clit, having slicked right out.

Harry doesn’t respond with rage this time, but rather handles it with ease. He simply grips himself firmly and pounds back into you, stretching you out so good that you can’t help the garbled scream that stings your throat.

“Squeeze for me, babe.” His voice is low and raw as he presses both of your chests together, metal cross necklace dangling from around his neck, cold as it bounces against your skin. He dips his head down, taking the metal bit into his mouth and leaning forward over you completely, all in order to eliminate any space between you and thus any chance for him to pop out again. He murmurs his words through gritted teeth as they clamp down on the iron necklace.

“Need you to clench that tight little cunt around me, alright? Need you to keep me inside you. That’s it…Atta girl, princess. Taking Daddy so fucking deep and keeping me there, hm?”

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Prompt: “This is probably a bad time, but marry me?” 

[06] “Can you repeat the question?”

Harry really didn’t think this one through.

Which is pretty fucking odd if he thinks so himself. Because he nearly always thinks things through! He’ll do you one better, he’ll overthink till it drains him.

He’ll tear his hair out, pace back and forth and run far too many miles until he’s sure. 

He’ll lose sleep, oversleep and then run more miles just to get some clarity.

Harry likes to be sure.

So for a decision like this, he was sure he’d think on it for a solid month, maybe four. He’d make sure all his ducks were in a row. 

He wanted to be sure she knew who she was saying yes too (hopefully.) That she wasn’t gonna say yes and marry some knob. She doesn’t deserve a knob.

Harry had always heard of that moment where you just know. His dad told him about it once. But Harry scrapped that whole idea years later when his parents separated. But nonetheless, he still thinks his dad was onto something. Because he feels something. That something. 

Harry was absolutely sure that when he’d start to feel like this he’d start planning. He’d make sure she’s happy here, with him, like this for the long haul. That all of this is manageable for her, that she wants to stick around always for all the good and bad bits. And the complicated bits in between. Because there will be all three, there always is. But the bad bits don’t always look as bad when you have someone sitting next to you.

He knew he needed a good plan, a creative one. One that matched them both. Because he knows that if the roles were reversed she’d orchestrate and plan the best of its kind. Shit, she’d be damn good at proposing to him he reckons. But anyway, he wants that, wants her to have the big production from start to finish.

He knew he was supposed to snatch one of her rings, the plenty she keeps on the dressing table and start the search. But did he? No. He knew he had to ask her dad too, (he hadn’t) because if he was going to go all out, might as well go all out.  

But when Harry realized all of this, the whole ‘she’s the only one’ bit he didn’t lose a minute of sleep over a plan nor did he over sleep. He was very calm and comfortable. He’d actually never remembered a time he was this settled. His mind hadn’t raced once. So he didn’t put on his running shoes, nor tug on his hair…not once…not at all. He didn’t need to run anything off, not stress or nerves or any uncertainties. 

Truthfully, he didn’t recognize himself. He didn’t recognize the Harry that wasn’t in knots. He’s sure about this that’s why. No need to go out for a run or sleep and hope it comes to him in a dream.

So he thought of nothing. Not one detail, nothing. Only that he wants to. Wants this. Doesn’t want to be with anyone else ever. So maybe that’s more than enough. To know just that.

And here he is, knowing what he’s got to ask…what he’s got to get out. Because if he doesn’t do it now, it won’t happen for another month or three when he decides to overthink instead.  

He does want her to have the whole production. Flowers, him knelt on one knee and a ring in a box. He’ll do it over if she wants, ten times over even. This is her thing, the thing she’s probably dreamt about since she was young. But he finds it hard to believe that his girl, the one who gave him a hard time about getting a house together…also dreamt of getting fancily proposed to. She laughs and teases at those things. He’ll still do it though. Just to see that reaction if she wants.  Just to see those pretty cheeks redden. 

“Can’t even tell you hate those things.” He says grinning in continued disbelief each time. She still comes with him to every event. Every single one. Even if she’s got an exam the next day (which she does), work and school too and even when she’s cranky or mad at him. She still gets done up and links her arm into his. Every single time.

“I don’t hate them.” She says.

“You hate them.”

“Don’t put words into my mouth.” She rolls her eyes. “If I hated them I wouldn’t go. But I go for you. Support and whatnot. Whatever that is.” She teases, 

“You know you don’t have to?” He make sure. She doesn’t have to do anything. 

“I know,” she reaches behind her to pull down the zipper of her dress. She does know. “I know I don’t have to.”

“If you don’t want to you can just tell me, won’t be mad—”

“Where is this coming from Harry?” She turns to him from the mirror where she’s looking for the pesky zipper.

“Nothing, nothing.” He shakes his head. “Just don’t want you to keep doing things you don’t want to with me.”

“Stop that.” She glares.

“I just don’t want you to start resenting—”

“Harry!”

“What?”

“Where is this coming from? And can you drop it?” She crosses her arms, waiting. “I love you right? And m’aways proud of you s’why I come with you. Right?”

She’s right.  

He’s really just checking. He just wants to be sure that she’s still ok with all of this. That she hasn’t ever regretted anything or worse, maybe she’s unhappy. He’s always a bit wary that she doesn’t like this part and it’s quite a big one.

So god help him, he knows now. He always knew but he knows for sure now. When she’s slipping off those uncomfortable heels she hates and forgetting to put them in the closet where they belong. He knows when she’s taking out the pesky bobby pins in her hair as well as her earrings. When it’s half past one in the morning and she’s got an exam in eight hours. When she sits in an uncomfortable chair getting makeup done for hours when all she wants is to take their dog for a stroll in the park or nap. When she has to make sure she’s always got sunglasses in her bag even in rainy London because cameras are blinding. When she has to miss a few classes here and there because Harry is nominated for far far too many things.

“This is probably a bad time, terrible actually,” He starts. He wants to get that out of the way, that he knows he’s being crazy. Taking spontaneous to a whole new level. “Maybe not the worst, could think of a less fitting time…but—” He continues because is he really doing this? Now? Like this? Before he can answer himself it’s already rolling off his tongue, “Will you marry me?”

Her eyes widen, checking to make sure he’s just said what he said. Her head turns in question. Is he actually asking this…that question. And it isn’t rhetorical. None of it is. He hasn’t ever seen her speechless, her eyes wide and stunned for this long. For a moment, he’s sure she didn’t hear or maybe she did and doesn’t have an answer. Maybe she’s so stunned that he’d ask her now, with no flowers, no ring—

“Can you repeat the question?” She barely lets out. “Don’t think I heard you ri—

“I’ll go slower this time…” He inches closer to her which is nearly impossible since he’s already so close to her. And he doesn’t think she’s even blinked since or breathing at all. “So you hear all my words yeah?”

She nods slowly. That’d be a good idea she thinks. “Yeah,” she nods hurriedly. “Again please.”

He pushes her hair back off her shoulder, tucks the strands behind her ear. Maybe her pretty hair is blocking the sound waves. He cups her face, pulling her closer to him so she doesn’t miss it this time.

“Will. You. Marry. Me?” He punctuates every word, wants to make sure it gets through.

That is what he said she realizes. She heard it right the first time. 

“You’re not joking right?” She exhales. She’s been holding her breath apparently. 

“Love.” He whines.

“How am I supposed to know!” She laughs. “We haven’t talked about—”

“Yes we have!” He defends. 

“We talked about babies!”

“Told you I was going to get you pregnant the second we exchanged I do’s and whatnot because—”

“Well be more specific!” She whines.

“M’being specific now!” He reasons. “Asked you to be my wife specifically, just now!”

“And you mean it?”

“Love—”

“You’re not just—”

“I mean it.”

“Well ok then,” she sighs. “Glad we straightened that out.”

He looks at her, bewildered, searching for her answer. She’s forgotten the whole point! She’s looking back at him confused, what’s he waiting for? 

“Still haven’t given me your answer love…” He reminds her.

She thought she’d said it already or that it was implied because they do talk a heck of a lot about babies and whatnot. 

She’s shaking and her smile is wide. She’s covering her face, her warm cheeks and she can’t stand still. She’s quaking in his hold and giggles escape her.

“Yes,” she nods hurriedly as if the offer expires if she doesn’t in time. “I will, yes…want to marry you, yes….a whole lot. Yes!”

He exhales then too, his racing nerves find a resting place and he just has to be sure. “Yeah? Is that a yes? Yes you’ll marry me?”

“Yes!” She sighs shakily as he lifts her up by her waist to wrap around him. “Do you want to ask a third time?” She laughs. “Might ruin it a bit.”

“I might ruin it? You ruined it.” He mutters against her lips. “You thought I was moving April Fools to tonight.”

“You’re always doing silly things.” She says holding onto him tighter.

“Like asking you to marry me?”

“We’ll find out soon won’t we?” She grins. “You’re gonna have to go at it again though. An official one with a ring this time. A take two.”

“I know.” He groans. “Was trying to be spontaneous sue me!”

“We’ve got to get married first silly,” she kisses him. “That’s when the suing and legalities begin.”

“Don’t joke.” He settles into her, at her neck is his favorite. “S’never gonna happen.”

Because even if he didn’t fully think all of this through. Get all the ducks in a row, ring type clarity cut and all that. He’s sure of this. He’s sure of her and the question he meant with every word. He’s sure they’re going to last. No messy documents or yelling behind lawyers. That was never going to happen.

He wouldn’t have come out with, nearly vomited it up if he wasn’t sure. That he knows. And she knows that too, that they’re in it for the long run. She’s hinted far too many times at it and she’s whispering a ‘never’ back at him.

And now because of this, he’s starting to think he was wrong all this time. When he overthinks too much it usually means he isn’t going with his gut. He isn’t absolutely positively sure about it.

But he’s damn sure about this.

“Want the whole thing.” She grins.

“I know you do,” he sighs. “The whole thing.”

“Want you on one knee, non negotiable.”

“Non negotiable.” He agrees because it isn’t. He wants to see her reaction to something cheesy like that. She’d probably laugh with him and tell him to get up because he looks silly.

“Never mind actually, could you write it for me in the sky? All big and bold. Could have you fly out of that same plane and then—”

“Want me to rearrange the stars too? Have them spell out my question?”

“That’s a bit much isn’t it?” She enjoys teasing him.

“That’s where you draw the line?”

“M’not opposed to fireworks either.” She notes.

“I’ll get you some fireworks.” He says but says it in a way that means a promise. Like he just might get her those fireworks.

“I didn’t mean that, don’t do that.”

“Well be more specific!” He whines just like she did. She pinches his side in response and he grins against her neck.

She lets him carry her to their bed. She hasn’t fully pulled off her dress and there still might be a few bobby pins in her hair and her makeup is still on. But she sets all of that aside and lets him hover over her.

“Don’t redo it.” She whispers. “Don’t want a redo. Not at all.” She shakes her head. “I mean it.”

“Have to get you a ring though.” He mumbles into her neck looking for her dress zipper left unzipped. “You might forget you said yes. Want proof you agreed to marry me.”

“Then just that.” She smiles. “So I won’t forget.” She whispers as he finally slides down the zipper she couldn’t quite get.

“Didn’t even ask your dad either…” He remembers.

“You just couldn’t wait could you?” She grins and he just shakes his head against her neck.

He really couldn’t. And he can’t wait for the actual day either. A lot of not being able to wait is ahead. And he can’t wait.