𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

Requests List

All requested writing (mostly blurb length) listed here! Also found under the “request: filled” tag. * demarcates smut.

001. Camping

002. Listen to Me

005. Love Him More

007. Promise Forever

009. Camping in the Rain*

010. Not Today

011. Too Much*

012. Silence*

013. Missing Kisses

015. Hot and Cold*

016. KISS for Styles*

017. The Last One

018. Reward

019. Not Fake*

020. You Wanker

022. Public (and Private) Displays of Affection

023. Time and Pride

024.Do You One Better

025. The Interview

026. Bottled Dressing

027. Call or….

028. Work Life and Home Life

029. Protect

030. Worth It

031. Kicks

032. Fight Me*

033. Under Their Noses

034. Mumma

035. Camping Indoors*

036. Hair or No Hair

037. Help*

038. Mother’s Day

039. Mrs. Styles*

040. A Harry Girl

041. Man in Uniform*

042. You’re Pregnant, Love*

043. He’s a Dead Man*

044. Tell Me, Darling*

045. Make You Feel Better*

046. Important or Summat*

047. A Few Extras

049. Morning Sickness

050. My Girl, My Boy 

051. Safety in His Embrace

052.Soft Kisses

053. Know You*

054. Or Summat*

056. Primal*

057. Safe Word

058. Proud or Summat*

059. Middle of the Night

060. Lions and Vikings and Bears – Oh My!

063. Please Don’t Cry

064. Jet Plane*

065. The Only One

066. Be Right Here

It’s About Balance Sequence Requests

003. More About Jealousy*

004. More About Waiting*

006. More About Trouble

008. More About Mouths*

014. More About Timing*

021. More About Saying Hello*

More About Anniversaries - It’s About Balance One Shot*

061. More About Balance*

062. More About Boyfriends

Requests that spun into a lot more…. Oops.

Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd*

Three Days and a Lemon Curd* - Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd Part 002

Lemon Curds Anytime - Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd Part 003*

048. Just Between Us

055. Leather and Cars*

Half request, half me being a weak ass

Still Not Fake*

Jason | Saturday Night Live (2019)

#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

Keep reading

Could we maybe have a blurb with Y/N’s reaction to Pleasing? Thank you❤️

ok so i had an idea for y/n doing a livestream to promote the products so this is what this blurb is:

“Hello, hello!”

You smiled into the camera lens as people flooded into your instagram live. After 5 seconds you already had 10k people watching, but you knew that would continue to rocket to about 50k by the time you started.

Today was a really special day because you’d received your parcel for the Pleasing PR. Obviously Harry was more willing to give it to you as just an ordinary gift, what with you being his fiancé and all, but you wanted the same experience as everyone else with the PR packaging and so on. You’d woken up to the parcel on your bedside table, a note with it claiming that Harry had to run to the Pleasing HQ offices for a bit and so that’s when you’d decided you’d do a livestream unboxing.

Not all the fans were going to be able to afford these products, so you’d give them whatever free content you could. The fans absolutely adored you too. Couldn’t get enough of you. You had your own little mini fan base within Harry’s and you loved everyone who loved you so much. Doing livestreams like this made those fans days a little better, so it was worth skipping out on a brunch with the girls for.

“I see you, hello!” You waved into the camera, checking yourself out to make sure you looked at least-semi decent.

You were in one of Harry’s Love on Tour t-shirts that you’d bought for yourself, because you couldn’t help but be nothing but proud of your fiancé. You complained at how long it took to ship, but now that you had it you rarely took it off your body. You were also wearing a pair of cotton shorts, which normally you wouldn’t but you didn’t want to violate livestream guidelines.

“Wow there’s already 42k of you. Hope you’re all doing okay and if you’re not then that’s okay too. I hope this will cheer you up even just a little.” You arranged the products next to your phone, on the bathroom counter that you’d propped it up against, so it would be easier to see and pick up what you’re talking about. “Um, no sorry Harry is currently out so he can’t join but i’ll tell him that you asked what his favourite fruit was. If I had to guess, it would be bananas.”

Your phone suddenly dinged with a notification and you noticed it was from Harry. You furrowed your eyebrows as you diverted your attention away from the live and towards your fiancé for a brief moment.

H🤍: It’s strawberries, actually.

You didn’t understand for a moment, but you let out a big ‘oh’ in revelation. You went back to the livestream and went onto who was watching it and sure enough Harry’s instagram account was at the very top. You smiled, because Harry never really uses social media but if he does it’s because of you or PR. You’re the only person who’s notifications he has on for social media and so he must’ve seen the one for you starting a love and joined.

“Turns out H is watching and he says his favourite fruit is actually strawberries.” You returned your gaze back to the questions and comments that were flooding in at a rapid pace. “Oh I don’t think Harry even knows how to request to join my live, let alone want to do it. He’s quite busy today as you might have guessed.” You laughed as everyone started commenting stuff about Pleasing.

“So yes. I am here with you because I want to unbox my Pleasing package- okay that sounded weird didn’t it? H? Pleasing, really? Anyways—”

H🤍: Had to name it in relation to you somehow.

You blushed, but kept your mouth private. Some comments weren’t meant to be shared so publicly with his fans, unlike others.

To keep you distracted you picked up the packaging and held it in front of the camera, screaming like a fan girl as you did so. You held it up in different angles, holding it still because you knew some fans loved to take screenshots of moments like this.

“Look at how sexy this is everyone. I mean… Good job H, good job.” You smiled and you knew that Harry would be smiling too.

Harry had spent so much of his time and dedication to this amazing company. He wanted to create something permanent under his name and something that could be carried on for years and years to come. Originally it was going to be just a way to invest his money, but he quickly realised it was so much more to him than that. He was building a community and a safe place for himself, but also for thousands of people globally. With a little persuasion from you, he became a full-time employee of the business and worked a full year to help design products, crunch an unhealthy amount of numbers and package in factories.

Although that had been a ridiculously busy year for him and for you too, he had succeeded in making something beautiful. Something exciting. Something pleasing. You were so proud of him and you made sure to tell him every day.

Looking back at the screen as you pulled your mind away from your delightful thoughts, you scrolled through what some of the comments were saying. A lot of them agreed that it was gorgeous and sleek and heavenly, but others were complaining that it wasn’t worth the price. Harry had told you not to address the issue of pricing though, knowing it was a tricky situation to talk around, so you ignored those the best you could. You knew Harry had done as much as he could to get prices low, but his marketing team were very strict and tight and admitted to Harry that their financial plan would allow prices to decrease but only after one financial year.

You began opening it, squealing when you looked inside. At first you saw a little card and then a t-shirt right behind it. You started reading the card, but realised it was a lot more personal than other people’s PR letters would be and so you stopped before you could get really choked up on camera.

“Okay, wait, I need to go change t-shirt’s hang on.” You rushed out of the bathroom, not changing in front of everyone considering you weren’t exactly wearing a bra on underneath. Once you’d put it on and placed your Love on Tour t-shirt carefully on the bed, you came back for a dramatic entrance and pretended you were on the runway. You could see a message that Harry sent too popping up.

H🤍: Damn

“New favourite t-shirt alert everyone! I love how Pleasing is written across my tits too— oops,” You realised you’d probably said something that violated guidelines, “Instagram please don’t sue me. I just love m’boobs that’s all.” You explained, which probably made it ten times worse but also how could they bash you for being a proud woman.

H🤍: I love your boobs too

You laughed and had to cup your hand over you mouth to soften the cackle, when you read Harry’s text. You shook your head as you picked up the box and started to unbox it more. Everyone knew that you weren’t too clued up in the makeup or cosmetic department, so it was no surprise when you went through each item not having a clue what it was or what it would do.

“Okay first we have this set of…” Buttplugs, you mentally said, “Wait what is this?” You questioned to yourself, putting the box down to play around with one of the, what you’d soon find out to be, nail varnishes. “Look at this packaging. Woah.” You tilted it to the camera. Everyone was telling you what it was and it made you laugh that they knew more about your fiancé’s products than you did. “Nail varnish, got you.”

You opened it up and smelt it, biting your lip as you nodded your head in love of that smell. You held up each nail varnish to the camera and even started painting your nails to see what the colours were like. You had painted a full hand, showing it to the viewers, before switching to your non dominant hand for painting.

“Oh dear. H normally paints my nails so I am genuinely so terrible at this.” You admitted as you smudged yet another nail. You huffed, knowing that Harry would be finding this far too amusing.

You looked up to the comments and saw that people were complimenting your nail art, whilst others were begging you to send them a PR box because they were too broke too buy one themselves.

“Uh sometimes i’ll paint H’s nails yeah, but i’m not good at it at all.” You replied to a comment that you’d seen. “He very much likes doing it himself. Finds it therapeutic and all that. You know what he’s like.” You waved your hand as if to say you didn’t need to go into that much detail, because sometimes the fans knew more about Harry’s behaviour than you did. That terrified you.

You and Harry did have a very open relationship though. From the get go there had been no hiding, because from the get go you knew you’d be it for each other. You didn’t come from much, but you’d worked hard to get where you wanted to be and happened to meet Harry through the same industry. It was fate really.

Harry didn’t use social media much, but when he did he was often posting candid photos of you on his Instagram stories or tweeting lyrics from an unreleased song that was about you and would be remaining unreleased because it was just for you. He had a second Instagram account, with only about 25 followers form his closest family members and friends, that he used for posting about your relationship. He liked keeping you as close to his heart as possible when he could, but also didn’t mind showcasing you to the world because how could he not?

“Okay what do we think?” You asked, pointing your fingers up to the camera for everyone to see.

H🤍: Beautiful, like you

You smiled and then looked down to hide your blush. Moving onto the next item, you carefully placed the nail varnishes to the side.

“What is this?” You picked up a bottle with lots of little pearls inside. “Am I supposed to make a necklace with them or summat?” You questioned, hoping the fans would help you out. “You’re all saying it’s a pearlescent illuminating serum, but that means nothing to me. Harry help!” You laughed, opening the bottle and wondering how you even worked the contraption.

H🤍: You are such a bloody nuisance, you know that right?

H🤍: I’ve requested to join your live

H🤍: Oi let me in

You scrolled through your requested list until you found Harry. You accepted him and waited for his face to pop up on the screen. He rarely came on lives so this was very special for you, him and the fans and especially on such an important day in Harry history. You watched your viewers jump from 56k to 123k within the space of a minute.

“Why are you wearing my jumper?” You asked without greeting him, noticing him wearing your old university hoodie.

He was clearly sat in an office, the hood of his hoodie pulled up so you could only see a few curls poking out underneath. He looked tired, but he also looked very excited and full of love. He kept on glancing around the room, no doubt to the voices you could hear mumbling in the background.

“Yeah hi and love you too.” Harry rolled his eyes, but you knew that he was just messing.

“Love you H. Now help me please.” You pouted, trying to figure out what an earth you were doing.

“Okay so you’re going to put maybe two pumps on your fingers and then rub it gently into your skin, in areas where you want to feel a little more replenished and brighter.” He explained, smiling when you were copying what he said.

“Oh damn Styles. This feels good.” You admitted, walking to the bathroom mirror to see yourself better. You also admitted that you looked better too after barely applying anything.

“You could’ve said it was pleasing, love. That would’ve been more on brand.” He replied sarcastically, making you want to flip him the bird but held off due to better judgement.

You walked back over and posed in front of the screen and you noticed Harry screenshotting a few captures of your face.

“Doesn’t it fee like we’re on face-time H?” You asked, still checking over your skin which did seem to be glowing a little bit better.

“Not when there’s an extra 123k people here, no.” He chuckled, watching you pull out the next item too. “Can I go or d’you need me for this one too?”

“If you don’t want to be with me, just say.” You replied dramatically, making Harry chuckle with your act. It you weren’t careful there would be a news headline tomorrow about how you threatened to break up with Harry but then again you really didn’t care and it would be entertaining.

“Well you are a bit clueless in the cosmetic department, love, and i’m starting to think that might be a dealbreaker.” He pretended to say, but you didn’t have a clue how to jokingly respond so instead you kicked him off your live.

You went back to showing the final product, before you were getting bombarded by texts from Harry.

H🤍: Baby?

H🤍: Did you really just do that?

H🤍: Y/N L/N…

H🤍: (Soon to be Y/N Styles)

H🤍: Baaabbeee

H🤍: Wait are you actually mad?

You turned off your notifications to get through the final product, before you wrapped up the live. The heavily chaotic live - at least from your perspective. People were thanking you for showing them the products, bringing them a smile to their faces and some even thanked you for giving them a glimpse of Harry today. It was always so fun to see Harry in his every day life, rather than just through magazines or shows.

After you’d done the final product and sat and answered some of the fans burning questions, you decided to wrap up.

“Thank you so much for joining me today everyone! I always have so much fun with you all. Hopefully i’ve not discouraged you from purchasing anything from Pleasing. H worked really hard on this and please show him any support you can. You’re all amazing and take care and be safe. Bye bye!” You waved, blowing a few kisses before you turned off the live.

You sighed a breathe of relief, before walking to go make yourself a cup of tea before you had to clean up the mess in the bathroom. You took your phone with you and turned on the record player that attached to the house system sound speakers. As The Beatles music started to play through the house, the front door opened and you called out to see who it was. A few close friends and family members had keys to your house too, just in case they needed to drop something off, so you weren’t entirely sure who it could be.

“Hello?”

You heard fast footsteps into the kitchen and looked at the kitchen doorway to see your fiancé walk into the room.

“Everything alri—” You were about to ask, before Harry came up to you and smashed his lips onto yours. He held you close, by cupping your cheeks tight, and your hands went to balance on his forearms as he continued to crush your lips with his. He tasted wonderful and sweet and all things nice. As he pulled away, after a very long few seconds, you were slightly dazed by how much love and passion you’d just been gifted. “Well that was nice.”

“Just had to come tell you that I love you. So fucking much.” He whispered against your lips and you smiled so bright, thinking about how he’d just driven across town just to tell you that he loved you.

“Yeah? Good thing I fucking love you too.”

I would but I can’t feel my legs

A/N: This is prompt 27 <3 Hope you like it lovely anon! 

The sexual tension had been too much for anyone to stand. You had seen him, because you had texted him we’re at 5 things I like. It was a tradition by then since six years prior when your friend Ellie had turned 18, you had created the biggest bar hop of all times and then you did it every year. People had summed up during the years and so had Harry, just three years ago. 

You had met Harry through Suz. She had met him, at some set where he was shooting something and she was the lighting technician, and she had had this big, almost senseless crush on him for so long until this one day, she didn’t know how to attract his attention anymore- cause for him she was nothing but a friend- and so she had called you because you were fun, she had said, and everybody loved you. You weren’t sure whether that was true- after all, Suz had been your best friend for years- but the truth was Harry and you had immediately hit it off. 

All your girlfriends had joked about it, about how you had stolen Suz’s crush unintentionally and despite the fact that of course you found him attractive- you weren’t blind- since Suz was your best friend, and you knew she was only half joking when she said she would kill you if you ever flirted back, you had kept your distance from him. Granted, you were friends, you were good friends, you would hang out, have pizza at his flat, have a few beers at some pub when he was in town, sometimes with Suz and sometimes alone but you always kept things strictly friendly. 

Suz used to complain about how he barely texted her back and you nodded along, never letting her know he texted you almost every day. Suz was your best friend and you would never do that to her but at the same time, you knew her obsession with him was something physical and it kind of bother you a little that she would see Harry that way, as a piece of meat, when he was so much more than that. She used to say he was plain, boring, the typical guy with the typical guy’s conversation but that was not true, that was not true at all, it was just that she wouldn’t get to know him because she was annoyed that he had rejected her in a sexual way- Suz wasn’t used to rejection- she was beyond gorgeous. And it kind of bothered you, that you had to reject him yourself despite the way you felt- something you couldn’t help however hard you tried- simply because she wanted to be wanted by him. 

So you had texted him that day, because she had encouraged you to do so so she could see him and you felt, and it was bad of you to say it, you felt a little belittled by her because she didn’t even see you as a threat, did she? For she was so much more gorgeous than you and yes, she was your best friend, and yes you knew that- all your other friends would say that Harry must have been gay to say no to Suz for she was a goddess, but it kind of made you feel insecure even though it shouldn’t but…

What am I doing here then? He snapped you a picture of the pub he was with lots of your other friends and it made you smile, that he wouldn’t care about any of that. If you weren’t there, then he was in the wrong pub. You had seen Richard was with him so you had encouraged Suz to change pubs and meet him there instead of making him come and because she wanted to see him that very minute, she had playfully forced you to down your drink in a minute. Enough to have you tipsy that was. 

Harry grinned like a child opening a present when he saw the three of you walking inside. Suz had brought his new friend with benefit, this John guy from Belgium she had been sleeping with and it was your job to keep him entertain as she tried to attract Harry’s attention but as usual, Harry grinned and hugged you tight. 

“Bird!” 

He had started calling you bird after a month of knowing you, because a bird had actually shitted on your head while the two of you were having a cup a coffee. He had cleaned it off your hair but he had laughed for a long time after that and ever since then the nickname had stuck with you. 

“Suz!” He grinned and hugged her as well, shaking John’s hand and introducing himself. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders immediately after and smiled at both Suz and you. “Come on, I want you to meet some people.” 

Suz was walking behind you and you weren’t sure if he had meant you as in you or as you and Suz. You had noticed John’s face dropped and you almost felt bad for him even thought you knew he didn’t really care. Harry introduced the two of you to his band mates and your stomach tightened when he started to say this is Suz and this is my bird because you didn’t want it to happen again. You had lost your best friend when you were sixteen because her boyfriend, who was your best friend as well, had fallen in love with you- or so he said. 

So as soon as you met Harry’s friends, you saw your chance of mingling with them, so Suz could have Harry for herself. You were casually chatting to Sarah when Harry took your drink and placed it on the table, grabbing your hand and taking you to the dance floor. He smiled as he placed your body against his, his hands on the lower part of your back. 

“I knew you’d get along with the band.” He smiled. “I’ve been waiting forever to introduce you guys.” 

“Well you don’t stop touring the world, mister.” You smiled. 

“I know.” He chuckled. “And I’m having the time of my life but I’m so happy to be here now, to see you, you know? I miss you when I’m on the road.”

“Yeah, we all miss you too.”

“I was talking about you.” He pointed at your face. “I mean of course I mean everyone else too but…” He shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “You know.” 

You only nodded, your heart was beating faster than it should and he was getting closer but you turned your head and scaned the crowd to find Suz, looking at you with puppy eyes. You hated that this was probably hurting her and so you started joking with her, telling her she had the best dance partner because she was dancing with John and after joking about it for long enough, Harry got the hint and changed dance partners, grabbing Suz’s hands and giving you a tight smile. After a couple more songs, he made his way to the bar with the rest of your friends were drinking. 

“She’s just not into me, eh?” Harry whispered to Ellie as he glanced at you and Richard dancing like the scandalous idiots you were. 

“Who?” Ellie asked, hoping he would say Suz but knowing he was going to say your name. 

“Y/N.” He said as if it was obvious. “She looks so perfect tonight and I just want to hold her you know? But she’s just like elusive.” 

Ellie knew it all. You had talked to her about it and she always support the fact that you didn’t act on those feelings and kept avoiding him so she and Molly where the two people in charge of keeping the two of you apart when you had had one too many but that was enough, she thought. It had been nearly three years, three fucking years, you had been respectful enough. 

“She likes you too.” Ellie blurted out as she brought her beer to her lips. “It’s just… Suz, you know.” 

“So who’s this John then?” He asked, glaring at the way he was apparently flirting with you. 

Their conversation was cut short as both John and you walked towards the bar, laughing.  

“Well Claire is beautiful, eh?” You wiggled your eyebrows. 

“I guess.” He shrugged. “But so are you.” 

“Well thank you.” You laughed. 

“Good dance?” Harry interrupted, snapping. 

“Yeah.” 

He was jealous. Of course he was jealous and he would probably sound ridiculous if he said it out loud because as much as he wanted you, all the time, there was nothing more than one of the best friendships he had ever known between both of you. You were his best friend, simple as that, but he also thought of you in the mornings when he would wake up with a hard on only to realize he had dreamt about you. Again. 

And his eyes would drop to your mouth whenever you drank from a straw and he would wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close whenever you were dancing and tonight, tonight you looked so beautiful and that jumpsuit of yours, backless and fluffly was driving him crazy so what was that John guy doing telling you you were beautiful? Of course you were beautiful but you were his, not John’s and he had had enough of that so he bought a rose- because there was a woman selling roses on the bar- and he bought one and cut the surplus stem and tucked it on your ear. 

“I shouldn’t have done that.” He whispered in your ear as he placed his hand on your waist, pulling you to him and making sure John saw that. “Because now you look way too beautiful.” 

You were blushing and he was so close so you were sure he was hearing your heartbeat. You swallowed and he smiled against your ear, caressing your bare back with one hand. 

“Sit down with me?” 

He grabbed your hand and you walked towards the table where all his friends were sitting and before you could take a seat yourself, he pulled you on his lap. 

“Just stay close, yeah?” His green eyes looked into yours, moving your hair to the side so he could see your skin. “I’ve missed you.” 

He pressed a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder and you wrap your arm around his shoulders as you sat sideways on his lap. Mitch kept bringing you drinks and you kept drinking because you were happy and Harry was so close. His hand was caressing your thigh and you had tangled your fingers on his hair, making him smile at you before he threw his head back and sighed in appreciation. 

The alcohol running on your blood was making the dim light look kind of hazy and the music sounded louder then so you had to lean on Harry when he talked to you. He’d whisper in your ear as his hands rested on your body, in places a friend wouldn’t really have his hands. 

“I love how you smell.” He whispered and his lips, you weren’t sure whether it was on purpose or because he was intoxicated himself hit your skin. “And this jumpsuit…” He held the fabric on his hand.

“What about it?” You had turned your face so you were facing him then. 

Your faces were so close you could feel his breath hitting your skin. His hand travelled up your thigh. 

“You shouldn’t wear these things around me.” He smirked. 

“You don’t like it?” 

He rolled his eyes before he smiled at you, his eyes dropped to your mouth, once, twice and he leaned in but Suz, Suz, Suz so you turned your head and his lips landed on your cheek instead. You hugged him so he knew, he had to know, and you hide your face on his neck, breathing in his scent. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I can’t.” 

He just looked into your eyes. He didn’t want to pressured you. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to. If you can’t, or if you didn’t feel like it, then that was that but then Ellie cleared her throat next to you and you looked up at her with a frown. She was smiling. 

“Will you go to the toilet with me?” She smiled. 

You got up from Harry’s lap and laughed as he held your hand playfully, not letting you go for the first few seconds. Ellie gently pulled you to a wall and shook her head at you.

“Go for it.” She said. 

“But-” 

“But it’s been almost three years and he doesn’t like Suz, he doesn’t like her. He’s head over heels for you! And you like him too so how is that fair? The fact that you guys are not together isn’t going to make him like Suz.” 

“But Suz-”

“But Suz will get over him, more so if he’s with you.”

“I thought you-”

“I know what I said but… Listen, Suz sleeps around with other people and she says she’s in love with Sean anyway and then she’s got this thing with Peter and John but…. What about you? You don’t sleep around, do you? You don’t even date because you’re in love with him! So go for it, girl.” 

“I can’t do that to Suz.”

“But you can do that to him?” 

You looked away, at Harry who was scrolling on his phone, and you looked farther away at Suz and Molly who were talking to some guys at the bar. Molly gave you a thumbs up and you rolled your eyes. Suz was in love with Sean. She had said that to you. She was going to visit him in Scotland in the summer and you… What did you have? 

When you got back to your friends, they were all waiting at the door to go to the next club and Harry wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you made your way there. He told you about the cities he had visited and about how much you’d like the people he had met and when you reached the club, you took him to the dance floor as soon as you entered. 

You danced for a few songs and you kept thinking what if it could actually work? What if you could kiss him right then and there? What if he could grab your bum or kiss your neck or take you home and make love to you? What if you could tell him you loved him? 

So you grabbed his hand and placed it on your hip as you pressed your back against his chest. You heard him swallow behind you and you felt your heart beating faster and faster as you hoped he would be okay with that. You deserved it, you deserved him if Suz had Sean and Peter and John, you could have Harry, right? You deserved him so you brought your hand to the side of his neck and brought your face closer to his, pressing a kiss on his cheek as you swayed your hips against his. Left, right, left, right, and his breath was hitting your cheek and his grip on your hips, both hands now, was tighter. 

“Y/N…” He whimpered from behind you so you turned around, you looked into his eyes, his pupils dilated making it hard for you to spot the green on his eyes. 

And then you leaned in and you kissed the corner of his mouth and that was the closest you had ever been to his lips and you pulled away and he followed, he wanted the real thing, he needed the real thing by the way he was pushing his bulge against you but you looked ahead. 

“Can I kiss you?” His voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“I want you to but I don’t want to ruin Suz’s night.”

He pressed kisses on your neck then, because he could do that without it being so obvious and he couldn’t- for the life of him he couldn’t- stay away from you now. 

“Then let’s go, bird.” He kissed your neck again. “Let me kiss you at home.” 

You squeezed his hand before walking to the door, him following suit, his body still so close to yours. You walked to his place, a little more than ten minutes away and because he had seemed calmed as he walked next to you, not really in a rush, it surprised you the way he pushed you against the wall the moment he closed it, his lips landed on yours with hunger and desperation. You gasped against his mouth and kissed him back with the same passion and you didn’t even recognize yourself as you wished for him to cup your breast. All of a sudden that thought, that had never really crossed your mind, seemed so important, so urgent, and you were dying for him to do just that so you kissed him harder, putting all that frustration on that kissed and he moaned against your mouth, sucking your tongue and diving his in that wet cave. 

“God.” He gasped against your mouth. 

He had never been so needy, so desperate for anything in his life and he almost felt guilty for the things he wanted to do to you. He had thought about it so many times, when he had seen you in little clothes, when you had done something he considered sexy, when you moaned as you took of your heels, when he saw you with wet hair after a shower. 

“You’re so perfect.” He rushed between kisses. “And you taste so good.” 

You fought for air as you surprised both of you, grabbing his hand and bringing it to your breast. 

“Fuck.” 

He squeezed the flesh, he cursed and he was afraid his knees might fail him because he had thought about wrapping his mouth around your nipples and so he had thought about you naked and he had never been this hard in his entire life. He hadn’t seen it coming, when you loosened the knot on the back of your neck and the front of your jumpsuit fell. You couldn’t wait either, you wanted him in a way that made you blushed, especially because he had pulled away from you and he was breathing heavily and he was staring down at your bare chest and maybe it had been too much, maybe you had pushed it.

“Holy shit.” He whispered. “You are actually perfect.” 

He didn’t give you enough time to say yes for he was kissing your neck a second after he had said it, his hands cupping your breasts and your waist and you could not wait anymore you could not wait at all and so you pushed your body against his, desperately, almost aggresively as if somebody had said this was the last time you’d be with him. 

“Harry” You whispered against his mouth “take me to your room.” 

He didn’t even lift his head from your neck and took you to his room, always kissing you as you walked backwards. He wasn’t saying much but then again he couldn’t believe it was actually happening, what he had thought about for years, what he had dreamt about for years. He had touched himself thinking about this, he had constantly reminded himself that you were at home for him to keep going and you had always been that lazy love of his, for the only constant thing in his life was the way he felt about you. 

He kept pushing you against all walls on his ways, devouring your lips and your neck and grabbing your flesh, your hips, your waist, your bum… You couldn’t take it anymore and the only thought of him being inside you, stretching your walls that had long been forgotten by yourself- because you were somehow waiting or somehow thinking that maybe, one day, Suz would forget about him and then you could tell him and he would know but the only thought, the only thought of him making you yours, of him entering you, his body connected with yours so you were one in that moment forever silent, something exclusively between you and him…

He lied you on the bed hovering above you and you took off his pants- his shirt had fallen somewhere on the way to his room- and his hard on sprung free, red, wet, swollen and you imagined it must be somewhat painful and your mouth watered- for you had never seen someone so big and so hard and thinking you had done that and that was for you made it watered double so you ran your thumb against his swollen tip as you held it in your hand, hot and hard, and he hissed and clenched his teeth. 

You kissed him so his jaw relaxed as you held him on your hand and you caressed the thin skin on his sex as your tongue was running on his bottom lip. He was a groaning, his hands holding his weight over you on the sides of your body as he let you explore him as he had explored you before and with a slow calm unfitting for the desperation in your belly, you kissed down his neck and chest and you seeped down his bed sheets until you were face to face with his arousal and the heat burnt your skin as you ran your tongue down his silk skin making a throaty groan come out of Harry who was trembling by then, still supporting his weight on his hands. 

He couldn’t take it anymore, the way you smelled, the way you sounded, the way you looked, the way you touched him because it had never felt like this, so intense, so wanted, so desperate and because it was you and he had never been more certain of anything in his entire life so the same moment you sucked his sex in your mouth, as if you were trying to drink all of him, he pulled out with a plop sound and grabbed you by your elbows pushing you against the bed. For a second you were afraid- you had done something wrong and he hadn’t liked it- but it was the suddennes and the desperation in which his mouth ravished yours as he pushed himself inside you that cleared that slight concern away. 

“Fuck, you’re soaked baby.” 

He moaned out loud even though he had barely got the tip in and he waited, for you to say something, for you to stop him, for you to make any signal of pain and he would immediately stop, but instead you placed your hands on his butt and pushed him inside you.

“I’m not wearing a condom.” He whispered. “But you were driving me crazy… That mouth of yours.” 

“I’m on the pill, H. Get inside, please.” You cupped your face and kissed him as he groaned. 

“Just tell me if it hurts yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

But you wanted it to sting, you wanted him to thrust into you so rough it made your head spinned for a while and you could tell how hard he was trying to control himself, to go slow because of you but you wanted it to burn your swollen lips and so pressing your hands against his bum, you thrusted your hips forward until you felt him on your stomach and he could barely breathe. 

He looked into your eyes and the moment he saw your pupils and how big they were dilated he understood without you having to say and thrusted his hips aggresively against yours so you shut your eyes and frowned as you moaned out loud, arching your back and he wanted to see that again so he pulled all the way out and all the way in again in one swift movement. Your sex grew thicker and thicker the more he thrusted his hips into you and he kept groaning- he wouldn’t last for long, he would embarrassingly come in no time- because you kept moaning and digging your nails on his back and he was fucking you harder than he had never fucked anyone before and it felt so good and so raw and pure, as if he had finally reached that place he had forever been walking towards. 

He fell on top of you, sweating, exhausted, and you wrapped your arms around him and massaged his scalp as he pressed lazy kisses on your neck. You didn’t say a word for as long as you kept trying to calm down your erratic breathings and even though it had only been a few minutes since he had been inside you, you already felt it sore and you weren’t sure if you could even move but your worries stopped the moment he looked into your eyes, with the biggest relieved grin you had ever seen on him and his hair was a mess and his eyes were dreamy and glossy and his lips red and swollen. He chuckled and pecked your lips once right before he stood up from the bed and walked inside the bathroom. You heard the shower running. 

“Are you coming?” He grinned from the bathroom door and you gave him a look as if saying not moving. He laughed. “Okay, would you please shower with me?” 

You smiled. 

“I would but I can’t feel my legs.” 

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.”

King of the Jungle III

A/N: Sorry for the wait!! We’ve had lots going on so we haven’t had a chance to write this one, but here is the highly requested continuation of our Tarzan!harry piece. You find out a little bit more about Harry in this one… they do the nasty again 👀but as always, this is all fiction so enjoy ✨✨✨ - n + d send feedback and requests here

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: mentions of death, smut, primal!kink, squirting 👀

word count: 8k

Y/N’s family had never been keen on a hands on approach to their work. Gorillas are rather territorial and protective creatures and messing with them could have them all get extremely hurt. Instead, Y/N and the crew stayed at a safe distance and collected data. It was more observational, they’d only step in if anyone got hurt. 

The whole day Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about Harry. She wanted to know more about him and hoped that through speaking with him and showing him things that he would develop at a quicker pace. She hated feeling like she was above him in any way shape or form, but also knew that it was good to keep a safe barrier between the two of them. When Y/N got back to the camp for dinner she decided to do some investigating. 

“How long have humans been coming here?” Y/N asked curiously, wondering if people had known about this place for a while or if it was her family that discovered it. “Just wondering because it seems like there are tons of resources here… seems like, like there were people here before you know?” Y/N didn’t want to blow her cover, no. Maybe tomorrow she could go to Harry’s tree house and see how it was that he knew English. Maybe have him tell her more? Part of her didn’t want to push him too hard, but she really did need answers. It was the only way she could help him.

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LOVE ON TOUR: THE GROUPIE MASTERLIST 

a collection of blurbs about groupie!reader

in no particular order:

I – you’re his groupie…

II – how it all started 

III – he asks to cuddle

IV – groupie goes on a date, harry is jealous

V – anal fingering

VI – what happens after groupie’s date

VII – harry with someone else

VIII – dom!harry and anal play

IX – groupie is harry’s favourite

X – why is groupie called miss fabian

XI – groupie and harry spend time together

XII – groupie is on her period, cuddling ensues

XIII – groupie and harry try exhibitionism 

XIV – harry defends miss groupie

XV – groupie accidentally posts the concert on her story

XVI – harry’s reaction when someone flirts with groupie

XVII – groupie thinks gemma is a girlfriend

XVIII – they get their shit together

XIX – groupie gets hurt in the past

XX – harry meets up with brooke again

XXI – harry and groupie are confused

XXII – harry and groupie get it together at last

XXIII – fab meets harry’s band officially 

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what about H playing with your boobs

What about this playing with my emotions 🙃

Listen..,.,.,he’d love it. Sucking on your nipples, tonguing at them lightly, flicking just the tip against them to tease you. And then he’s full on lapping at them with the thick of his tongue, feeling them get perky under his rough tastebuds.

His head ducked down to your chest as you sit against the headboard with a hand clutching the hair at the nape of his neck, eyeing him hazily as he sucks one entirely into his mouth, his huge hand cupping and massaging the other with his cold, chunky rings catching on the little bud and sending your spine shivering.

Harry would look up at you through his thick lashes, the damp corners of his swollen crimson lips quirking up in a cheeky simper. He’d hollow out his cheekbones as he sucks, lulling his eyes to the back of his head because he knows what it does to you, moaning all low and whiney. The vibrations wash goosebumps across the supple skin of your breasts, every cell in your body spazzing out of control.

He pulls back, a tiny thread of saliva dipping between his plumped lips and your pebbled nipple. He licks the excess wetness from his mouth, worrying his bottom lip between his two front teeth as he takes your chest into his humungous palms, squeezing both together and smirking softly. “Gonna miss these so much on tour.”

Santiago, 25/05/2018