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Sunflower Vol 1

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Author: @helladirections​ Pairing: Harry x Y/N Status: Part 1 of 5 Word Count: 5.6K

SUNFLOWER VOLS 1-5 |  MASTERLIST | PATREON

Preview

Harry furrowed his brows. “Yeah, that famous Y/N smile. It’s so bright and you carry yourself so tall - confident,” he corrected himself again. “You’re like… like a sunflower,” he concluded, taking another drink to punctuate his point.

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these are all the links to my favorite harry fics from 2012-2015 that are still with us today, some have left us but will always hold a special place in my heart <3

sugar on the asphalt / tennessee teacakes

just anchor and hope / when we sink we float

nom de plume

perfect teeth

hide

journeyman

primerose thrills 

salute

disconnected

But no, he’s always just been extremely rude and cold towards since her first day. She ignores it most of the time and brushes it off, until it all comes crashing down at a beach party one summer weekend.

A mutual friend from work decides to throw a party at their beach house and they’re both invited, much to both of their displeasures. When Y/N arrives, Harry’s already there intermingling with the other guests, dressed in short yellow nylon beach shorts and a floral Hawaiian button-up, clear yellow glasses settled perfectly atop the bridge of his nose. His curls are slightly damp, the tops of his cheeks and tip of his nose kissed a stingy pink, giving away that he had been playing down at the beach earlier, probably for well over an hour. Y/N just tries to avoid him the whole time, but since they lie within the same friend group, it’s quite the difficult task.

They end up sitting next to each other around the bonfire as people pass around a blunt and beers and she’s trying so hard not to make her discomfort obvious, but his shorts are riding down his thick thighs and his skin accidentally rubs across her’s when he shifts. It’s warm from the sun he’d absorbed and silky smooth to the touch, which ticks her off for some unknown reason.

When the joint lands on Y/N and she ends up accidentally coughing up the smoke, Harry makes an offhand dig and the alcohol she’d downed gives her enough courage to finally snap at him. She stomps off, pissed that he never passes up an opportunity to make her the brunt of the joke, especially in front of a large group of people. Their friends make him go after her to apologize.

She finds herself sitting in front of a fairly new coral VW camper that belongs to the friend that owns the house, leaning against its cool surface as she tries to clear the rage from her system but the image of his laughing face and cocky emerald irises shining behind his clear golden glasses is making it extremely difficult to unclench her jaw.

When Harry shows up, he doesn’t really apologize. He just tells her to get over herself, which only inflames the situation because, “I’m tired of you treating me like shit. You’ve been a right prick from the second we met! What did I ever do to you?”

He takes this chance to pop off as well, feeling that she’s being childish and overdramatic. “You’re just really fucking annoying. You’re too perfect— too clean— to be working here. You go around as if you’re better than the rest of us just because you’re not the one stripping down for the industry.”

Y/N exclaims that’s a lie— that he’s just making stuff up because he has no solid reason to act the way he does.

In truth, Harry is pulling wild accusations out of his ass just to push her away. He often finds himself thinking about her more than he should, seeming to have gained a certain interest since the day he’d first seen her stumbling over her feet with nerves as his manager had introduced them. He hates the strange fondness he feels when he looks at her. At this day and age, and with this career path, he believes he has too much of his life left to live. It’d be idiotic to settle down right now, when he’s at his prime.

But Y/N somehow keeps wriggling her way back into his head, so he figured that being a dick is the best way to ward her off.

He sighs defeatedly, trying to genuinely apologize this time around, but she’s angry and shoving him away, telling him to fuck off because she doesn’t want his excuses and treacherous conclusions.

Harry grabs her wrists gently, but firm enough to get her attention, and she tries to shake him off. He sighs in exasperation. “For fuck’s sake, would you stop being such a fucking brat?”

Her eyes burn with indignation as she steps forward, nose barely three inches from his face. “I’m a brat? Last time I checked, I’m not the one being an asshole with no solid ground to stand on.”

Harry swallows thickly as a result of their close proximity and her biting words, glaring with furrowed brows, his pretty rose lips weighed down by a tight scowl. She can see how dark his eyes have become through the transparent yellow sunglasses.

He gets really close to her and grits his opinion out. “Yeah, you are. You’re a fucking brat, and an immature one, at that. You’re refusing to have an adult conversation just because you’re mad I took the piss for something harmless.”

Y/N’s body acts of its own accord and before her muddled mind can process what it has set into motion, her left palm is making sharp contact with his right cheek, his neck snapping sideways.

Harry’s entire face hardens as he turns it back towards her. His tone is low and dangerous. “Do it again. I fucking dare you.”

His challenge pricks her nerves. She’s tipsy, everything is boiling over, and he looks annoyingly attractive in the last rays of the setting sun. She just wants to shut him up and apparently, her detached mind decides slapping him again is the proper way of doing just that.

Harry snatches her wrist in midair, holding it tightly for a second, eyes searing with angered alarm at her boldness. However, there’s something else churning in his irises that she can’t quite read.

He suddenly surges forward. All she tastes is beer and smoke, and all she feels are cold, smooth lips sliding against her own with a rough hunger she’s never experienced.

Before she knows it, he has her extended across the small bed of the camper, her legs strewn messily over his broad shoulders as he buries his face between her sand-littered thighs, her shaking hands tangled in his salt-textured curls. His yellow sunglasses perch on the bridge of his nose, intense jade gaze piercing over the metal brim as he licks into her with spiteful determination. A sinister smirk plucks his dimples into place, his ring-clad fingers bruising her bare hips as the scruff along his upper lip and jaw leaves a satisfying rash across her sensitive flesh.

His voice comes out deeper than usual, heavy accent slathered across every syllable.

Bucket List

Here is my entry for the Sex Bucket List challenge from @berrynarrybanana. Thank you to my team @real-work-of-art and @fromyourstrulyh who are always so supportive and amazing, and a bonus to @hardliquorshine for helping to beta this fic. If you haven’t already, please take a look at my Patreon where I posted this fic two days early, and where I will be posting weekly exclusive writings (including several extras for my Sunflower series). 

My prompt is: Public Remote Vibrator

Author: @helladirections​ Pairing:  Harry x Y/N Status: Complete Oneshot Word Count: 9.4K

Preview

Y/N couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “Yes H, felt really good… not as good as you but, felt nice. Just… just don’t do it while I’m in a meeting again, ok? This one was just taking notes but the next two I have to talk to people and I can’t just jump in the middle of a sentence because you decide to play, ok?”

“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about darling,” he teased. “I’ve just been sitting here on calls myself. Pretty boring day to be honest. Might go pick up some groceries later on.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Please behave, ok?” 

“Sweetheart,” Harry said through a breath. “I should be the one asking you to behave, hm? Calling me in the middle of the day to tell me y’got all worked up while in a meeting. Very naughty.”

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Summary: Harry has a moustache now and you want to get it sticky.

Genre: pure smut

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: swearings, sexual intercourse, sticky moustache.

A three-month quarantine resulted in a long ass list of awful consequences, starting from an economic fall to a rise in unemployment. Living this reality was depressing. It was hard to stay positive when people around were losing their jobs and being separated from their loved ones. You and Harry luckily got to quarantine together, as you were both peacefully cuddling in Los Angeles when it was announced that the borders are closing.

Being together in a closed space for so long took a toll on the relationships of many couples. Every day you heard people here and there getting divorces and breaking up because of the fact that they couldn’t stand each other for so long. Thankfully, as Harry was doing PR before the quarantine and overall gets to spend little to no time with you when he’s working, you were more than happy to be stuck together.

Your relationship had already felt like marriage before, but now you were thrown into a complete married life simulator.

You loved it.

You were waking up to your boyfriend showering you with kisses every day, and deep inside you knew that you have to make sure your skin remembers every touch and every kiss of his for the times when he’s away.

Your days were full of baking cookies, playing Scrabble, having sex in every room of the house, and, of course, trying out new things when it comes to your appearance.

You would keep debating on cutting your bangs at least six times a day, to a point where you had to change your lock screen to a picture of you with awful photoshopped bangs, just to fight off the constant desire to cut your hair.

Harry, on the other hand, left his hair alone for a while and would let you cut his hair from time to time when it would get too out of control, making it hard for him to tame it.

While you were busy watching a tutorial on how to cut hair, only half an hour into the process, Harry was staring into a mirror holding the hair you already cut off up to his upper lip.

“Baby,” Harry called.

Despite the fact that you were standing right next to his chair, all of your attention was on the tutorial, so you didn’t hear him calling out for you.

“Babeee.” He whined this time, desperately trying to get you to pay attention to him.

“Huh? What? Sorry, love, what were you saying?” You pulled yourself from the screen of your phone and looked up to Harry’s reflection in your bathroom mirror.

He was sitting in a chair, which you carried to your bathroom from the kitchen, with your raincoat wrapped around his upper body, to make sure none of the little hairs end up in his shirt, tickling him for the rest of his life. You noticed how he was holding up the short hair pieces you had just cut off up to his face.

“Whatcha think? Should I shave off the sides?”

You knew he was referring to his beard, which you grew to love. Although in the beginning you weren’t used to the feeling of prickly skin on yours when you kissed, with the time you got used to razor burns and started enjoying the feeling of his bearded chin in the crook of your neck whenever you were cuddling. However, you weren’t sure if you enjoyed that or seeing his beard wet of your juices every time he went down on you more.

Letting yourself get a bit too carries away with your fantasies, you looked back into his eyes, processing his question properly this time.

“The sides only? Into a moustache you mean?,” you questioned.

“Yeah. I was thinking that if I’ll be home for a while, why not try anything new with the facial hair, now that I can grow a bit more than a couple of hairs here and there?” Harry smiled at you, trying to analyze your facial expression to figure out what you think about his idea.

You weren’t particularly against it; you’ve just never been too into moustaches. Although you knew your English curly was right - this was just the best time to do this, if he wants to try it and see.

Your hand went to reach his and to grab a couple of hair pieces to bring them up to his upper lip. Placing the hair in a moustache shape you looked down at him, awaiting his judgement.

“Like this, baby?” you asked.

He considered the shape you suggested and let his hand rise to yours over his face. He pulled on the hairs on the two ends of the ‘moustache’ and looked back to his reflection. Harry’s gaze fell upon your face right after, asking for your opinion on his alteration.

“I think it would look cute.” Never before had you though that your boyfriend would have a moustache, as you were never really a fan of how they looked. However, you never really imagine that you would be able to call Mr. Harry Styles himself your boyfriend, and we all know that this man, sitting in front of you, can make anything look good.

“Really? Are y’sure it won’t look weird and all?” he asked feeling a bit conscious over the change.

“Honey, first of all - everything looks amazing on you, okay? And I am completely serious. Secondly, if you hate it, you can always shave it off, right?” You placed your hands on his shoulders, still talking to him while looking into his reflection’s eyes.

Harry blushed at your compliment and reclined back into the chair, pushing his head back to you and puckering his lips, awaiting your kiss. You noticed the green eyes piercing yours from below and his bright pink lips inviting yours. You bent slightly to reach his lips with yours. As you pulled away, Harry got up and covered the sides of his beard with his hands and stared intently in the mirror once again.

“I think you’ll look hot. Not that you don’t already look hot.” You pressed a kiss on his back and sneaked your hands under the raincoat and his shirt, pressing them against his bare chest.

“I’m doing it then?” He hesitated and reached for his shaving cream and razor, looking for a sign of approval from you before applying it.

“I’m all for it, so it’s up to you.” Harry nodded and started applying the shaving cream onto his cheeks.

“Just know that you have to eat me out whenever you’re done here because I’m dripping,” you casually announced, as you pulled your hands from under his shirt to walk out of the bathroom, leaving him standing with shaving cream in his beard. Walking out of the bathroom, you could see his jaw drop through your peripheral vision.

“Fuck, Y/N...” he groaned.

That’s what he gets for being so fucking hot.

Here you were standing in the kitchen, making yourself some tea to pass the time while Harry was busy shaving. You tried to distract yourself from the constant pulsating in your lower stomach by scrolling through Instagram, not really paying attention to the content of the feed.

You were so focused on the mindless scrolling that you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps coming your way from outside the kitchen.

“Y/N,” Harry breathed heavily, as he walked closer to you from the back.

You turned around, finally noticing his presence. Let’s just say - he was a sight to see. The moment you saw his beard newly shaven, except for the area above his lips, making him look like he just came from the 70s. You felt your juices starting to coat your thighs right there and then.

“Fuck,” you thought.

Harry, knowing you inside out, in every meaning of that phrase, could see the lust filling your eyes and your pupils dilating.

“Like it, huh, baby?” He walked right up to your heated self.

Even though your mind was clouded with lust, you could still see his erection, as he was making his way towards you.

“Harry fucking Styles, if you keep teasing me I will ki—.” The end of the sentence ended up in Harry’s mouth, as he pushed his lips against yours full of need.

You could feel the moustache prickle the top of your lip.

You loved every second of it.

Harry pulled himself from you and pushed you up to sit on the counter.

“I’ll be getting t’work now if you don’t mind.” He didn’t even look up at you for approval, getting down on his knees in front of the counter.

Next thing you knew - he was pulling your pants off of your legs.

“Hold onto somethin’, baby.”

You reached for the corner of the cupboard, waiting for Harry to take some action.

With one harsh pull, your pants went flying away from both of you, landing next to the kitchen table.

“Fuck, Y/N, I can smell y’from here. Who made y’so wet, baby? Was it me? Or the moustache, huh?” A loud moan left your mouth to answer his question.

“What do you want me to m’do, love? Where d’you want me?” He started dragging the tip of his nose along your legs, starting from your ankles and going up from there. The thick hairs below his nose pricked the soft skin of your inner thighs and you couldn’t keep yourself from pushing your hands through his half-cut curls and pulling him further into your thighs.

“H, fuck, it feels so good.” You closed your eyes, as you felt him move his head to the other leg, neglecting the place where you craved him the most.

“Answer m’questions.” He calmly spoke into your knee; the movement of his lips made you squirm.

“I-I want you on me.” You felt your blood rush to your cheeks, even though you weren’t at all specific.

“I am on you.” He teased you, as his lips started kissing your ankles.

“Not there...” You whined as he kept himself away from your core.

“Where then, sweetheart? Don’t think I understand.” He looked up at you with his chin pressed against your inner thigh once again, flashing you the most innocent look you’ve seen. You would’ve fallen for it if you didn’t know him so well.

Normally, you would’ve been stubborn and wouldn’t have given in to his teasing, but you were so wet that you couldn’t wait any longer.

“I want you...on my pussy.” You blushed even harder, feeling your ears getting hot.

Harry looked up from your thighs and gave you a smile.

“Anything you say, my dear. See - that wasn’t s’hard.” He smirked up at you, starting to pull on your underwear.

At this point you were long gone, finally getting what you’ve been asking for this whole time. You paid his teasings no mind, as you felt your underwear being slowly pulled down your legs, eventually joining the pants on the floor.

“Ugh, fuck. Look at m’girl. You’re glistening with cum, sweetheart.” He was ready to dive right into his favorite meal of the day, spreading your legs before him.

Unfortunately, instead of going straight to where you wanted him, he left kisses along your lower stomach.

You couldn’t hold yourself any longer and took the matter into your own hands. Quite literally.

You placed your hands back into your tease-of-a-boyfriend’s hair and pushed his head down into your pussy, feeling the tip of his nose brush against your folds.

“Fuck, that’s right, Y/N. Show me how much y’need me. Come on. Use me, honey.”

You didn’t expect him to be so turned on by your action, but the words following were the ones that left you hyperventilating.

“I’ll stay here,” He moved slightly away from your entrance. “And you,” he continued. “You will fuck m’face. Get m’face all wet with your juices.”

Your eyes rolled back as you felt his words echo in your head.

“I need you,” was all you could blurt out.

“Take me then.”

You couldn’t keep yourself from pushing your pussy against his face, nor did you want to.

As you started rapidly and desperately moving your hips against his mouth, nose, and his new moustache, you felt the pleasure you’ve never before experienced.

You could feel Harry was enjoying it as well, if not more than you did if that was possible. He shut his eyes close in pleasure and let you use his face to get off.

You could feel him press his face harder against your opening, each time your hips moved to meet him.

“God, H. You feel so good against my pussy. Fuck it feels so good.” You needed him to know how good he was making you feel, without even having to do much.

You felt him smile into your entrance, and his moustache lightly grazes your clit.

“Oh my God, Harry. Do that again, please.” You tried pushing your hips lower to experience the feeling again.

You were lucky to see Harry contribute to the teamwork without teasing you for once. He lifted his head up to let the thick hairs meet the surface of your sensitive spot.

It hurt. It was too sensitive, and you loved every second of it. You felt a familiar rush and fluttering in your lower stomach.

“Already?” You thought. You had never felt an orgasm coming this fast before.

Harry kept bowing his head onto your pussy, this time adding his tongue. Instead of playing with you a bit as he usually did in the beginning, he went straight to your vagina, pushing the tip of his tongue inside of you, which caught you by surprise. You forgot all the letters and words and couldn’t make a single sound except helpless whimpering, moaning, and calling out for your boyfriend to fuck you harder.

Harry was so focused on getting you to cum that he didn’t make a sound either, except groaning into you from now and then, not being able to hide the fact that he was having the time of his life.

“H-Harry.” You weakly whimpered.

He couldn’t hear you. The sounds of your wetness, his lips smacking as he sucked on your clit between going back and forth fucking you with his tongue and your sweet moans were ringing in his ears.

“Har,” you moaned his name louder, this time catching his attention. He kept fucking you with his tongue while rising his eyes up at you to let you know he was listening.

“I’m gonna cum, don’t stop baby, please don’t stop.” You were begging at this point, letting him know he had to take full control, as you were too out of it to control your body’s movements.

Harry picked up the pace at which his tongue was entering your pussy through your folds. You tried to find anything to hold onto, but the cupboard that you were holding onto before was too smooth, so your hand kept slipping.

You felt the fluttering intensify and your head feeling light. You were so close.

You just needed one last push to get you over the edge.

Harry knew it as well.

He pulled his mouth away from your vagina, quickly replacing it with his fingers before you could start complaining. As he started working his fingers in and out of you, curling them to make sure his finger pads press directly at your sweet spot inside, he got an idea.

Looking up at you with your eyes closed and your mouth agape, so close to your peak, he pressed his mouth a little lower from your clit. This also meant that his moustache found home directly on your clit. Harry didn’t let himself stay still for too long, turning his head from side to side to give you all of the sensations you needed.

“Fuck, Harry, I’m cumming,” was all you could get yourself to say between your screams of his name.

He fucked in and out of you even faster than before, feeling you start to tighten around him, as you did right before you came. Noticing it, he moved his head faster, giving your clit a lick from time to time.

“Harry!” You felt an orgasm hit you. Hard. You felt your body shake in convulsions, as it moved through you. Your senses became even more aware of every touch of his. You felt Harry moan against you. As your mind slowly became more aware of your surroundings, you felt Harry’s fingers slide out of you. Even though your mind was still hazy, you saw him move them up to his mouth to lick them clean.

“Har?” You softly called out for him.

“Here, my beautiful.” He cooed, getting up from his knees, helping you sit up comfortably on the counter, as you were sliding off of it.

“Are you okay, love? Came hard, didn’t you? Feeling alright?” He carefully enveloped you in a hug.

“Mhmmm,” was all you could say, as your mind was still too foggy from the orgasm.

“Oh shit.” Harry cursed under his breath, pulling one of his hands from you.

“What?” You were alert and worried if something bad happened. You followed his eyes down to his pants, confused as ever. Before you saw a wet spot in the front of his pants.

“Came in m’pants.” He blushed a little, feeling embarrassed. He didn’t even have to touch himself.

“But you didn’t even-“

“You’re just s’hot, couldn’t help it.” He explained.

Only now you noticed his moustache. It was completely covered in your juices.

“UGH HARRY COME ON!” You hungrily jumped on him.

Sunflower Vol 5.2

Author: @helladirections Pairing: Harry x Y/N Status: Patreon Exclusive Extra Word Count: 4.2K

Preview

“Baby,” he whispered through soft pants. “Missed you so fucking much.”

“Think I missed you even more. Hardly even got off while you were away,” she told him through kisses.

Harry stopped quickly at that, making Y/N hum in disappointment. But nevertheless he pushed her body away from his just a few inches so he could look into her eyes. 

“Not at all?”

Suddenly under the light of his questioning, she couldn’t help but look away. “I mean… a few times but it wasn’t…they weren’t… you’re so much better at it, H.” As she admitted it to him, she could feel her cheeks warming up and knew they were turning pink. “Just….after the first couple weren’t very good so I just… stopped trying.” 

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath in disbelief. “Tha’s why yeh so needy today, hmm? Need some help making up for lost time?”

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Bucket List

Here is my entry for the Sex Bucket List challenge from @berrynarrybanana. Thank you to my team @real-work-of-art and @fromyourstrulyh who are always so supportive and amazing, and a bonus to @hardliquorshine for helping to beta this fic. If you haven’t already, please take a look at my Patreon where I posted this fic two days early, and where I will be posting weekly exclusive writings (including several extras for my Sunflower series). 

My prompt is: Public Remote Vibrator

Author: @helladirections​ Pairing:  Harry x Y/N Status: Complete Oneshot Word Count: 9.4K

Preview

Y/N couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “Yes H, felt really good… not as good as you but, felt nice. Just… just don’t do it while I’m in a meeting again, ok? This one was just taking notes but the next two I have to talk to people and I can’t just jump in the middle of a sentence because you decide to play, ok?”

“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about darling,” he teased. “I’ve just been sitting here on calls myself. Pretty boring day to be honest. Might go pick up some groceries later on.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Please behave, ok?” 

“Sweetheart,” Harry said through a breath. “I should be the one asking you to behave, hm? Calling me in the middle of the day to tell me y’got all worked up while in a meeting. Very naughty.”

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Good Evening! 

I wanted to make this the official masterlist for the ‘Sex Bucketlist Fic Challenge’. Listed below are the prompts and the writer’s tags (Read some of their previous work if you haven’t, these are extremely talented writer’s on this list and you won’t regret it!). 

I want to say thank you so much to everyone person who decided to be a part of this fic challenge. I am so excited to check out what everyone has been working on! I would also like to say thank you to my group chat peeps @harry-is-my-medicine @fromyourstrulyh @toothpastekissy  @meetmeinfleetwood and @detroitkiwis who helped and encouraged me to get this out! I have so much fun with you all and I am grateful that I know you! Also if I made any errors in this post, please let me know bc I probably won’t notice it first lol 

So here are a few things I have been asked about the challenge that I will answer: 

There is no word maximum on this challenge. For word minimum, I would prefer they be 500+ (This isn’t that important, write what you’re inspired to write!)

The last day to post your fics and send me the link is June 20th. If you need an extra day or two just let me know! I know life happens and this isn’t a top priority so don’t feel bad. (You can also tag The Bucketlist Fic Challenge)

Yes it can be apart of an au or a fic you’ve been working on! I suggest doing them as fic extras instead of full chapters, but if it ties into your plot then I am not upset with that! 

Have fun! This is such a cool way to share your writing with not only me, but all of the other writers on the list and their followers to! Support each other and read the other fics linked! 

I have listed the prompts that are included and the authors. When something has been posted, I will link it there! 

Again, thank you so much and happy writing!

 1. Adieu |  @meetmeinfleetwood​

2. Sexy Photoshoot and Sex in the Kitchen @toothpastekissy​

3. Good to be bad | @detroitkiwis​

4.  Consequences | Sex in Front of a Mirror @harry-is-my-medicine​

5. Angry sex backstage and elevator sex @fromyourstrulyh​

6.BabyHoney | @berrynarrybanana aka me lol

7. Wait @bfharry​

8. Strip Scrabble | @narrymccartney​ 

9. Look out, Lovers | @goldenfeelin​

10. In Childhood Bedroom @idkthisisjustforfanfic​

11. Through Paris, All Through Rome @stellarboystyles​

12. Sex on the Floor/against the door @trashmouthpogues​

13. Dress | @outofsstyles​​ | Masterlist

14. Bound For You @groovybaybee​

15, Naked Challenge and Spanking @soullikestyles​

16. London Town @sweetcreatureinthedark​

17. Bunny | @brwnskin-bunnyteeth​

18. Under the Table @hes-writer

19. Residue | @bopbopstyles | Masterlist

20.dry humping @harryswatermelonsegment

21. Dipping in Love | @avhrodite | Masterlist

22. too tired @harryskalechips

23. Hey Stranger @havethetimeofyourstyles

24. Alleyway sex @majorharry

25. Sinful Innocence @psychedelicharold​

Here are some of my favourite fanfics for Harry Styles. All masterlists are linked beside author’s name.

For every single author on here, I’d happily pay real money to buy their works but they’re giving it to us for free for which I’m forever grateful, so please, show them some love❤❤

Series: +

Pick Your Poison Fic Challenge - I have linked several of my favorites of these fics throughout this masterlist.

a getting high to lovers if you will (or stonerrry). you and harry absolutely love the time you spend together with your little smoke sessions, not being able to get enough of each other. shared pipes, hummus snacks and night time swims. 

pairing: harry x reader words: 15.4k rated: M (drug usage and sexual content)

disclaimer: i am not promoting drug use. those arrested for marijuana usage and possession should not be in incarcerated. please remember to be safe and smart, and happy smoking.

a/n: hello i am back again. this piece is just all fun, something that i think about far too often and wanted to bring to life ! i am very excited to share it with everyone and i hope you all enjoy ! as always please let me know your thoughts and happy reading ❣️                                                          

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“Brought us a little treat,” you sat yourself next to Harry, smiling hello to him.

He grinned down at you, having been waiting for the opportunity to speak you again and not getting the chance to earlier. “Thought I saw you come in. What have you got?”

the one where it isn’t so funny anymore, and shit can really hurt

i. Love is the Punchline

ii. The Prequel

iii. Love is the Punchline 2

iv. Love is the Punchline 3

PAIRING: Harry x Reader RATING: very much R ty WORD COUNT: 2k REQUESTED: nope

hey friends 😌 here is my (semi-late) submission for @berrynarrybanana​’s Sex Bucketlist Fic Challenge. i picked the alleyway sex prompt, so if ur like me and you’ve got a little bit of a thing for exhibitionism, then i guess this is the fic for u hehe. thanks @bopbopstyles​ (💌💌💌 love u willa) for beta-ing and reassuring me that this wasn’t totally crap lmao

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He should’ve gotten drunk.

Everything would’ve gone so much smoother if he had just gotten utterly shitfaced.

Well, not necessarily smoother (he probably would’ve wreaked horrible havoc, if he’s being honest), but at least he’d have the sweet release of not remembering it the next day. And of not remembering the embarrassing, stumbling, screaming menace that has possessed his girlfriend at the moment.

“Y/N— hey! Stop thatttt. No, no, no, we’re gonna be decent tonight and keep our shirt on.” Harry has Y/N by her waist, fighting to keep her within the boundaries of their booth in the corner of the packed club. He’d had to wrestle to keep her from stripping down to her cherry-printed bra.

She had slammed back a dangerous amount of tequila shots (how many, he’s not sure— he’d stopped counting after seven) and was currently in the phase of the drunk spectrum where everything seems to be too hot and stuffy.

“It’s fucking boiling.” Y/N whines, pouting at him as she reaches back to tie her hair into a haphazard ponytail. “Can barely breathe.”

The edges of Harry’s lips jolt with endeared amusement as he watches her squirm against the blood-red leather backrest of their secluded nook (he always picked the seating furthest from the thick of the party in order to have a safe place to regroup), sagging her shoulders and making a guttural noise of frustration as she blows strands of hair from her face.

Harry reaches over and retrieves a few napkins from the dispenser, stacking and folding them neatly in half, directing his voice over his shoulder. “You should’ve stopped at three and taken a break.”

He had gone to turn back towards Y/N with the intention of wiping the sweat from her temples and neck, his tone playfully scolding. “You have to learn to pace yours—“

Harry‘s words lodge in his throat, jaw remaining half open as he stares at the empty spot where Y/N had been a second prior. His heart drops to his ass.

“Y/N?!” He looks around frantically, head whipping back and forth, vision scanning for her through the dark lighting, grinding bodies, and the thick synthetic smoke. “Y/N!”

He spots her dancing and chatting with Xander. She seems to be babbling on about something quite important, her brows furrowed and her eyes focused right on Harry’s friend’s face. But he knows better.

When Y/N is drunk, she loses touch with reality and the dam that holds back personal, intimate information completely collapses. By the way Xander is shaking with glee along to the conversation, eyes wide in entertained shock, Harry knows she must be spilling the nuclear codes of their relationship.

He’s beside her in a few strides of his long legs, arms wrapping securely around her hips as he nearly yells over the deep thumping of the bass. “What’re you lot talking about, then?”

Apparently Y/N had gathered quite the audience, surrounded not only by Xander but also Alexa, Nick, Mitch, and Adam. Harry hadn’t been able to see them through the horrible lighting, but the small posse is strewn in a semi-circle around his girlfriend and they seem to be trying to hold back laughter.

“Well, Y/N was just telling us about your… how did she put it, Nick?” Xander glances at the slender man over the rim of his drink, raising his eyebrows in faux curiosity.

Nick takes the cue, barely getting the words out without bursting into a fit of giggles. “I think her exact words were, ‘Harry’s gigantic dick,’ love.”

Harry’s eyes grow huge, cheeks burning molten hot as his entire body tenses up. He ducks down and speaks right into his girlfriend’s ear. “Alright, that’s enough outta you.”

He quickly spins around, whizzing Y/N off her feet and pushing forward back towards their booth, trying to drown out the sound of his friends’ loud, mocking laughter (which proves to be easy given how loud the music is blaring).

He sets her down only when they reach the edge of their table, blocking her way back with his body, arms slightly spread on either side in case she attempts to make a run for it. His voice is stern. “Y/N, look at me. Hey, eyes right here. Look.”

“I wanna go back! We were having fun!” She’s on her tiptoes, glancing over Harry’s shoulders to try and relocate their friend group. “Let me go!”

“Talking about genitalia in public isn’t an appropriate ‘fun,’ Y/N.” He grabs her face gently with the palms of his hands, making her lock gazes with him. “You’re staying here with me until you’ve sobered up a bit. Can’t risk you going back out there and giving them your social security number, now can I?”

“You’re so lame.” Y/N had stomped her foot in defiance, glaring up at him through her lashes and crossing her arms before her for emphasis. She looked adorably fussy.

Harry sweetens his tone down to a soft drawl to try and reason within her inebriated state. “Let’s just get some water in you first and you’ll be back out there in no time, okay?”

She looks down at her heeled boots (which are actually his), contemplating his offer, and then back up with a resigned sigh. “Fine.”

“There’s a good girl.”

He’d retrieved a bottle of water from her purse (thanks to his pre-planning), watching her nurse sips as she sways slightly, bopping to the current song as he leans against the side of their booth with his legs crossed at the ankles, residing over her with a fond haze that is clearly evident in his tender lopsided smile.

She tries to hand him back the bottle when it’s halfway down, but he shakes his head, jerking his chin at the drink. “The whole thing.”

Y/N groans dramatically, shoving it into his chest angrily. “Don’t want it.”

He keeps his stance, arms tightening further across his chest as he tuts in a cautionary manner, shrugging his brows warningly. “Drink it or I’m taking you home.”

“Dick.” She had meant to mumble it, he’s sure, but Drunk Y/N doesn’t necessarily have an inside voice.

a/n: Hello friends! This is a small little concept that has been on my head for a bit now. It does envolve Roommate!Harry + Friends with benefits so.. Hope everyone enjoys it!! As always, feel free to leave feedback or just chat with me on my inbox if you want to :)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: mention of sexual content.

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You’re a mess.

And you’re aware of that. You feel ridiculous for reacting the way you are over something so silly, but you can’t help it. 

The fruity taste from the numerous cocktail you’d consumed still lingers on your tongue. Your mind is blurry, the movement of the car making you a bit dizzy. You can feel your face sticky from the tears and you hate it, moving your hand to wipe away harshly the ones that still fall stubbornly from your eyes.

“Don’t rub it so hard, you’ll hurt yourself,” you hear Maya say from your side, grabbing your hand gently and moving it away from your face. 

“I’m fine,” you mumble, not even convincing yourself as you close your eyes tightly.

You know in the morning you’ll probably feel very embarrassed for putting her in this position. But at this moment you can only feel grateful for her hand rubbing soothing circles on your back, the other coming up to wipe your tears.

Bucket List

Here is my entry for the Sex Bucket List challenge from @berrynarrybanana. Thank you to my team @real-work-of-art and @fromyourstrulyh who are always so supportive and amazing, and a bonus to @hardliquorshine for helping to beta this fic. If you haven’t already, please take a look at my Patreon where I posted this fic two days early, and where I will be posting weekly exclusive writings (including several extras for my Sunflower series). 

My prompt is: Public Remote Vibrator

Author: @helladirections​ Pairing:  Harry x Y/N Status: Complete Oneshot Word Count: 9.4K

Preview

Y/N couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “Yes H, felt really good… not as good as you but, felt nice. Just… just don’t do it while I’m in a meeting again, ok? This one was just taking notes but the next two I have to talk to people and I can’t just jump in the middle of a sentence because you decide to play, ok?”

“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about darling,” he teased. “I’ve just been sitting here on calls myself. Pretty boring day to be honest. Might go pick up some groceries later on.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Please behave, ok?” 

“Sweetheart,” Harry said through a breath. “I should be the one asking you to behave, hm? Calling me in the middle of the day to tell me y’got all worked up while in a meeting. Very naughty.”

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summary: you give harry a camera for his birthday and the two of you are more than excited to put it to good use.

warnings: smut, 18+

word count: 5k

song inspo.: kodachrome - paul simon

a getting high to lovers if you will (or stonerrry). you and harry absolutely love the time you spend together with your little smoke sessions, not being able to get enough of each other. shared pipes, hummus snacks and night time swims. 

pairing: harry x reader words: 15.4k rated: M (drug usage and sexual content)

disclaimer: i am not promoting drug use. those arrested for marijuana usage and possession should not be in incarcerated. please remember to be safe and smart, and happy smoking.

a/n: hello i am back again. this piece is just all fun, something that i think about far too often and wanted to bring to life ! i am very excited to share it with everyone and i hope you all enjoy ! as always please let me know your thoughts and happy reading ❣️                                                          

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“Brought us a little treat,” you sat yourself next to Harry, smiling hello to him.

He grinned down at you, having been waiting for the opportunity to speak you again and not getting the chance to earlier. “Thought I saw you come in. What have you got?”