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cinemastyles-blog · 1 year

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Summary: This was a request by @/madxxstyles on Wattpad - “can you also do a plus size y/n who meets him with smut??? It would be awesome if she was confident!”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, oral (m receiving), praise kink, choking, slight fluff at end

Master

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

The music starts and I shake my hands as I take a deep breathe in slowly exhale. I tilt my head down and smile as it’s now my turn to walk out.

The crowd gasps as if being a plus size model isn’t something you’d see everyday now.

I fight back to roll my eyes and keep smiling. The dress I’m wearing flows behind me perfectly as I round the end of the stage.

I never once messed up on the runway, but today, I about face planted because his eyes made my heart skip a beat.

He sat in the front row, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands, interlocked together as he watched me walk.

My eyes met his and I blew him a kiss as I walked towards him. He brings one hand up to his chin and gives me the worlds brightest smile. I smile and wave to him as I walk by and everyone around him starts to rag on him about it.

“Outfit change. Hurry y/n. The crowd loves you.” The designer says clapping her hands together.

“Really?” I stand still as my team unzips my dress.

She nods, “Oh yes. You’re killing it today.”

I raise my eyebrows in surprise, I thought the crowd really didn’t like me.

“Does anyone know who that boy in the front row on the left side of the stage is? He’s very handsome.” I ask as I slip my next outfit on.

“The one with the fancy hair and tattoos?” Melanie says with a smirk, “That’s Harry Styles.”

I purse my lips slightly, “That name sounds super familiar.”

She nods and stands up, “Yeah he was in that big boy band.”

“Right, okay. Yeah.” I spin so she can fix my dress, “Is he single?”

“I think so.” She steps infront of me, “Go get ‘em tiger.” She winks and pats my cheeks before walking me over to the entrance of the stage.

I smile and walk out, the crowd clapping for me. I wave as I strut and when I get over to Harry again, I blow him a double kiss and wink at him.

“She’s into you, mate!”

I stop at the beginning of the runway and give everyone a last look before I turn and exit.

“Fucking brilliant!” The designer says walking up to me and hugging me, “Ugh, I could kiss you.” She tilts her head like she’s thinking about it before laughing, “No I’ll just buy you a drink after this.”

——

“Here’s to y/n for showing those stupid ass reporters that no matter who you are or what you look like, you can be an absolute supermodel!” (And that’s true, every single one of you is absolutely beautiful and you deserve to do whatever makes you happy <;3)

I raise my glass and smile as I do a little dance to the music, “That’s right.” I take a sip of my drink and lean back, looking around the club.

Harry is standing at the bar, looking directly at me. He raises his drink and smirks at me. I bite my lip and look at Melanie, “I’m going to the bar. Harry’s here.”

She winks, “See you tomorrow.”

I smile and grab my bag as I walk over to meet Harry, “Hello.”

He smiles and holds out his hand, “Hi.”

I place my hand in his and he brings my hand up to his lips and places a gentle kiss on my knuckles, “I liked your walks today, a lot actually.”

“I’m glad you did.” I smile and take the drink he hands me, “I thought it was going to be worse than it actually was.”

“Why?” He asks sipping on his drink, “You looked fantastic.”

I shrug and sip my drink, “With my body shape, it’s hard because I don’t fit the ‘perfect model’ criteria, which is absolutely fucking stupid.”

He smiles and nods, “Yeah, no I agree. One hundred percent with you. The way society poisons the minds of young women, it’s insane because you are beyond beautiful. I have to say.”

I smile and tilt my head, “You’re quite beautiful yourself, Harry.”

“So you know who I am.” He smirks and shakes his head. I smile and reach out to touch his arm, “I asked around because you about made me trip on the run way.”

“Oh did I?” He raises his eyebrows and laughs into his glass. I smile and nod, “Oh yeah. You looked so good sitting there..” my eyes slowly move up his body to his eyes, “Watching me.”

He nods and sets his empty glass down, “Can’t deny that.” I bit my lip, “Wanna get out of here?” I lean in close to him, “You can watch me doother things.”

Harry immediately grabs my hand and leads me out of the club. As soon as we’re outside, he has my back pressed against the brick and his face is inches away from mine.

“Kiss me.” I whisper as I grab his neck, closing the space between us. He moans lowly as the touch and pushes his hips into me, I can feel his cock growing harder by the second.

“We need to get out of here.” He mumbles before pulling me with him. He opens the door of, what I assume, is his car and I get in. He shuts it with a slam and jogs around to the drivers side. He lets out a sigh and turns his head to look at me, “Your place or mine?”

“Yours is perfectly fine.”

And with that he starts the car and drives us to his place.

——

The car ride there was full of sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a knife and serve it on a plate.

I just know this is going to be great.

“Okay.” He says pulling the keys, “Ready?”

I bite my lip and nod, “Oh yeah.” He smiles and gets out, quickly making his way around to my side. He opens the door and I step out. He lays a hand on the small of my back as we walk up to his door.

He fumbles with his keys to unlock the door and the alcohol that I’ve been sitting with for so long finally hits me and I need him.

I press my chest against his back and run my hands around to his chest, holding myself against him. He lays one hand over mine and he finally opens the door.

He walks in, still with me clinging to him.

“You alright?” He asks with a slight chuckle. I giggle, “Tipsy.” he spins around in my arms and cups my cheeks, his tongue slipping quickly between my lips.

I moan into his mouth and he pulls me closer, his hands resting on my hips, “I want to see that beautiful body as you ride me.”

His words send a shiver down my spine and I smile, “Please.” He grabs my hand and walks me to his bedroom. He sits down on the end of the bed and takes his shirt off, “Model for me. Do whatever it is you do. I just want to watch you.”

I slip off my heels and slide my hands up my legs, keeping my eyes on him. His bottom lip is brought between his teeth and held with a hard bite.

I slowly work at taking my clothes off, first my shirt then my pants.

Harry undoes his pants and I tilt my head, “I want to see how hard I’m making you.”

He nods and sheds his pants and underwear, sitting there naked with a throbbing cock. I get on my knees and slowly take my bra off, “Fuck, Harry.”

He brings a hand up to stroke himself but I quickly stop him, “Ah. No baby.” He pouts slightly and tilts his head to watch me. I hook my fingers in the skinny strap of my panties and slowly work them down my thighs.

Harry let’s out a groan and moves his hips around, desperate for touch.

I crawl over to him and place my hands on his knees, “Can I?” His head nods fast and his hips moves towards me. A sharp gasp leaves his lips as I suck on the head of his cock. I slide my hands up his thighs and squeeze slightly as I work my way down him.

“Fuck, fu-“ he groans and places a hand on the back of my head, “you’re doing such a good job, baby.” I bob my head, getting into a good rhythm before leaning back, “I want to feel you inside of me.”

He moves back up onto the bed more. I stand up and watch as he reaches over into his nightstand to grab a condom before laying back down. He rolls it on and nods for me to come up.

I crawl up and position myself over him. He lays his hands on my thighs and rubs his fingers in circles. His eyes follow my hand down and his lips part when I grab his cock.

I bite my lip as I sink down onto him, my moans escape and I tilt my head as I look at him, “You feel so good.” His grip tightens on my thighs as I rest down, “So fucking good Harry.”

He nods, “Mm.” He tilts his head back and groans as I start to move my hips. Slowly at first then into a rhythm that suites us both.

I gasp and lay my hands on his stomach as I bounce on his cock.

“Fuck, that’s it baby. Good girl.” He moans, “Use my cock to pleasure that pussy.”

I moan at his words, the feeling of my orgasm coming on fast, “Shit.” I gasp rocking my hips slowly, “Fuck.”

“So fucking sexy.” Harry mumbles as he grasps as my skin, “Cum all over this cock as many times as you want to, sweetheart.”

I continue to fuck myself on his cock, my legs starting to shake the more I bounce. Harry legs his legs up, giving me his knees to use as leverage.

He watches me in amazement, “Shit.” He moans out of breathe, “I want to cum so bad.” He pulls me down and wraps his hand around my throat, “Your pussy is so wet, baby. Do you hear how wet you are?”

I moan as the grip on his neck gets tighter, “Such a good girl, taking my cock like this.” His lips crash onto mine and he legs go of my neck, only to replace my neck with my hair.

He tilts my head and his lips attach to my skin, definitely leaving a mark for them to cover in the morning.

I moan and dig my nails into his chest, “H-Harry.” I whimper as I clench around him again, cuming on his cock all over again.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans and bucks his hips up to meet mine, “You got another one in ya? I’ll wait for you, sweetheart.”

I moan and move his hand back to my throat.

He smiles and squeezes, “You like it when I choke you, huh? Such a nasty little slut for me aren’t you?”

I nod.

“Aren’t you?” He repeats but a tad bit louder.

“y-yes.” I moan out, “Yes!”

“That’s it, sweetheart.” His chuckle turns into a moan, “Come on baby, one more time. You can do it.”

Harry pushes me back so I’m sitting up again and reaches down to rub circles onto my clit, “Cum for me, love. I know you can do it.”

My eyes roll back and I let out a loud moan as my body starts to shake. My legs go weak and I fall into Harry’s chest, breathing fast. He wraps an arm around me and squeezes my thigh with the other hand, “Fuck. Fuck.”

I feel his cock twitch inside of me before it slowly starts to grow soft.

I roll off of him and lay there for a moment. He sits up, I assume to throw the condom away and he lays back and faces me, “You’re not a nasty little slut, by the way.. that was ju-“

I cut him off, “I liked it.”

“Yeah?” He asks with a slight eyebrow raise, “Good. Good.” He moves around and gets the blankets over us, “You have plans tomorrow?” He asks as he stretches his arm out for me to come lay on him.

“Yeah, I have a shoot in the morning.”

I can feel him smile, “Want to come over after?”

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cinemastyles-backup · 7 months

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BMWB

Summary: an anon request - “can you do a one shot where y/n is in the band and for some reason Harry and her don't get along and they end up fucking?? Like not enemies to lovers but more or like enemies to fw because they're so good at it ??? Pleaseeeee”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, lots of arguing, oral (both), fingering, biting, hair pulling, filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

MAJOR ASSHOLE FRAT BOY HARRY

"One, two, three, four." Harry screams into the mic and bobs his head to the music. I strum my base, close my eyes and tilting my head as I feel the music.

My eyes suddenly snap open when Harry starts to yell, "Stop. Stop. Fuckin' stop." I lay my fingers over the edge of my bass and sigh, "What now, Styles?"

I know he's talking about me, he's always talking about me.

He scoffs and shakes his head, "Are you even here with us right now? Because the he only thing you should be focusing on is getting the beat of the fucking song right. Jesus christ."

I roll and shut my eyes and take a deep breathe, "Harry. Chill out man. She was doing fine." Niall says setting down his guitar, "Maybe you need to ta-"

Harry cuts him off, "Maybe you just need to shut the fuck up."

"If you don't want me to pla-"

Zayn cuts me off, "No, y/n. You're the best bass player we've had, Harry's just having a bad day."

Harry shifts his weight to his left leg and puts his hands on his hips, "You know wh- fine. Take a fucking break, all of you."

He walks off the stage and throws his water bottle.

"What the fuck is his issue lately?" Louis says walking up, "Don't take it personal, y/n. Harry can be.." he trails off his words.

I sigh, "Egomaniacal? Asshole-ish? Cocky? I can stand here all day."

They laugh and I look over my shoulder, "I'll try and talk to him. If the screaming at each other stops call the coroner because I've strangled him with his mic cord."

I set my bass down gently and walk in the direction Harry went.

I look left and right and walk down the hall. I stop as I see Harry leaning against the wall. He turns his head towards me and looks away with an eye roll, "What do you want?"

"I want to know why you're all of a sudden coming at me?" I cross my arms, "We were fine and now yo-"

"Just go practice because you obviously need it." He pushes off the wall and walks towards me. I grab his arm as he goes past me, "No. I don't obviously need that, Harry. What I need, is for you to tell me what the fuck your issue is."

He laughs and tilts his head back, "Like I'd ever talk to you about what's bothering me. Go the fuck back to the stage. We have a show to get perfect."

He pulls his arm away and scoffs, "Don't ever fucking touch me again."

"Don't ever fucking yell at me again." I shoot back.

He stop waking and turns around, "Oh? So now you're the boss? Telling me what I can and can't do?" He walks up to me, "Let me tell you one thing, sweetheart." He leans in, his face an inch away from mine, "I'm the boss. You do what I say when I say it, hmm?"

I roll my eyes at him, "Mm. We'll see."

I step around him and walk back to stage. Before I enter back, I look over at him and smile, "You coming? We have a show to make perfect." I smirk and push the door open.

"Is he dead?" Louis asks with a slight laugh.

I shake my head, "Not yet." I pick my bass up and gently strum the strings. Harry walks in and everyone goes quiet.

"Let's get this fucking right." He says just loud enough for us to hear. He walks up and takes the mic off the stand and looks around at us, making sure we're ready.

"One, two, three, four."

——

"You guys are on in five." Liam, the crew manager says. I nod and finish applying my lipstick, "Okay."

"Don't fuck this up." Harry says leaning against the door frame to my dressing room. I look at him in the mirror, "Is that you threatening me or demanding me?"

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "Sometimes I just wanna-" he clenches his jaw and tilts his head, "Nope. Not happening."

"What?" I turn around and lean against the table, "You wanna what, Styles?"

He stares at me, and in that moment, if looks could kill. I'd be dead.

He walks up to me and brings a hand up, his thumb gently pulls down my lower lip, "Sometimes I just wanna gag you with my cock so you shut the fuck up for once."

He drops his hand, "Like I said, don't fuck this up."

He leaves the room before I have anything to say, which I don't. Harry just left me absolutely speechless.

"Hey, y/n. Let's go. We're up next." Louis knocks on the door, "You okay?"

I blink and turn around quickly, wiping away the smudge of lipstick Harry's thumb left, "Yeah. Coming."

——

The whole show, I was on edge.

On edge because of what Harry said.

On edge because he looks so fucking hot in that tight Green Bay jersey.

On edge because he kept looking over at me any chance he got.

On edge because he was fucking with me.

We finish the song and the crowd goes wild. Screaming for Harry. Screaming for me. Screaming for all of us.

"Give it up for the amazing band behind me." Harry says while clapping, "Niall, Louis, Zayn.." there's a pause before he says my name and the boys glance towards me then look back at Harry, "And y/n who actually did very well tonight."

The crowd screams and I force a smile and wave.

I shook a glare back at Harry and he smirks behind his mic, "We're going to give you guys one last song and then we're off to Phoenix!"

Harry walks around stage as we start to play the final song of the night, "Let's go!"

——

We exit the stage and I immediately walk up to Harry and shove his shoulder, "What the fuck was that?"

He cocks his jaw and smirks, "I know you didn't just shove me."

I go to shove him again and Zayn grabs my arms, "Settle down." I pull my arms and he gets louder, "Settle down, easy y/n."

"Why would you fucking say that?" I yell, "I actually did well tonight? What the fuck Harry!?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. He motions for Zayn to let me go and he puts his arm around my shoulder, "Let's take a walk and talk about this."

I push his arm off of me, "What so you ca-"

"Now, now." He cuts me off, "Just come on." We walk down the hall to the door with his name on it, "In."

I roll my eyes and push the door open. I walk in and turn around, ready to start losing my absolute shit on him but he holds his hand up, "I get under your skin."

"Yeah the fuck you do." I cross my arms, "And you do it on purpose."

He walks over and pours himself a drink, "Because you make it so easy."

"By what? Giving you a reaction?" I huff, "Do you want me to ignore you? Quit the band?"

"Why would you quit the band?" He asks bringing the glass to his lips. He lowers it and shakes his head, "You're the best bass player I've had, y/n. I don't want you to quit."

His words confuse me and I know my face shows it.

"He sits down and rests one arm straight out on the back of the couch and brings a leg up over his other, "Sit."

I find myself always listening to his stupid little commands so I shake my head, "No. I'll stand." He chuckles, "Hmm. Okay. Suit yourself, sweetheart."

I roll my eyes, "What do you want, Harry." I state, "Because if you're just going to sit there and-"

"You. I want you."

"Excuse me?" I laugh, "Did you just say you- you want me?"

He nods, "Yeah. I believe that's what I said."

"You're not serious."

"But I am." He finishes his drink and stands up, "You see, y/n. I really don't like you, for reasons I'm not open to telling you just yet." He sets his glass down and walks over to me.

I stay silent and watch him as he gets closer, "We have our issues that, well, the whole band can see, right?"

I shrug, "I-"

"Shut up." He says louder. His voice goes back to normal and he walks around me, his chest presses against my back and he moves my hair off my neck.

My breathing gets faster and I bite my lip.

"There so much stress while touring, right?" His fingers drag up my shoulder and neck.

I nod.

"I want you to be my little stress reliever." He leans down and licks up my neck, "No strings attached."

I shut my eyes tight. Fighting off every urge to turn around and give into him.

He's an asshole.

He makes your days a living hell.

He gets under your skin in the most annoying ways possible.

All the thoughts run spin around in my head and I let out the breathe I've been holding.

"What do you say? Huh. We help each other out and when you piss me off.. I get to fuck my anger out and fuck that annoying little attitude out of you."

I want to say no so bad. I want to turn around and slap some sense into him, but the idea of being Harry's fuck buddy is just so overpowering.

"You can speak now, sweetheart."

"Y-yes."

"Good answer. Now get on your knees." He places his hands on my shoulder and pushes me down. I land on my knees and bite my lip, looking up at him as he walks around to stand in front of me.

He starts to undo the belt on his jeans and he gives me a smirk.

"What?" I ask as I tuck hair behind my ear.

"Do I make your nervous?" He chuckles, "No need to be nervous."

I roll my eyes, "Please. If anyone should be nervous here, it's you."

"How's that?" He asks shoving his jeans down, "I'm not nervous one bit. Excited actually."

I raise my eye brows and laugh slightly, "Why because you're about to shut me up?"

"Exactly." He pushes his boxers down and pumps his cock in his hand a few times before pushing the head of it against my lips, "Open for me."

I part my lips and he pushes his cock in, letting out a groan.

I wrap my lips around his cock and swirl my tongue. I work my way down, getting him wet enough, teasing him slightly before I give him exactly what he wants.

I sink his cock into my throat and he moans.

I shut my eyes and control my breathing through my nose before I bob my head, gagging around his cock.

"Ah." He moans out, "It's nice to hear the sound of you choking on my cock rather than you speaking."

I ignore his words and continue to fuck my throat with him, working him up until he places a hand on my head, "A-alright. We can come back to this. I wanna see that ass of yours bent over."

I pull off and wipe my chin off with my wrist. He pulls me over towards the couch and slips his shirt off. My eyes flicked up and down his toned, tattooed torso and he grips the hem of my shirt pulling it up over my head.

"You know, y/n." His eyes move up and down my bra covered chest, "You are pretty fuckin' hot."

I smirk and unbutton my jeans, "So are you."

He smirks and watches as I take my jeans off, kicking my shoes out of the way. We both stand there naked and his hands reach out to explore my body.

I close my eyes as he leans in, sucking random spots on my neck. I moan out quietly and bring my hands up to his arms.

Wow, he isn't yelling at me to not touch him.

His hand moves down and pushes between my legs. His finger slides between my folds, "You're fuckin' soaked, sweetheart."

I part my thighs and dig my nails into his skin as he circles my clit, gradually applying a harder pressure.

I whimper and tilt my head back. Harry kisses and sucks spots under my chin and jaw line.

"Harry." I moan out quietly, "Fuck me."

He chuckles against my skin, "Are you demanding?"

I bite my lip, debating on what I should say before my mouth speaks on its own, "What if I am?"

He sighs and pulls his hand away from between my legs, "Then you get more time without my cock in that desperate cock hungry pussy of yours."

He walks over and gets another drink, "I'm going to enjoy this drink. Sit down and, oh I don't know." He shrugs, "Convince me that you're deserving of my cock going into your pussy."

I chew the inside of my lip and nod, "Okay."

I sit down on the couch and smirk as I bring my legs up and spread them. He pauses and stares at my open legs. I bring my hand down and rub circles onto my clit, moaning.

I need Harry to touch me.

"Afraid you won't get me to cum?" I tease, "Am I going to have to fake it with you then do it myself later?"

He roughly sets his glass down on the table and stands up, "There you go again.. running your mouth."

I bite my lip and sink my fingers into my pussy, letting out a loud gasp, "What? Im just asking questions."

He scoffs, "You have no idea."

"Mm. I think I do." I tilt my head back and moan. A smile grows on my lips as I feel the couch sink down.

"You'll be begging me to fuck you after this." He moves my hand and replaces it with his own, his rings roughly hitting my skin as his fingers pump in and out.

I arch my back off the couch and moan, "Fuck."

He shifts back and bends down, attaching his lips to my clit. I let out a gasp and put a hand on his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

He moans against me and that causes me to moan. I clench my walls around his fingers as I feel myself approaching my orgasm.

My eyes roll back and I smile as he did exactly what I wanted him to do.

He pulls his fingers out and licks up my pussy. He pulls away and moves up, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit, "That didn't seem fake to me."

I smirk and my mouth opens as he shoves his cock into me without warning, "Fuck." He smirks and tilts his head as he pulls out and thrusts back in.

He grips my hips tight and fucks me. His lips part as his eyes shit and a moan escapes his lips, "Shit, y/n."

I grab his wrists and arch my back, "Harry." I whimper, "Fuck."

He leans down, pressing his lips to mine as he continues thrusting. I drag my nails up his back with one hand as I pull myself to desperately cling to him with the other.

He gently bites my bottom lip and moans.

I tilt my head back and he kisses up and down it.

For a moment I would have thought I wasn't having sex with the asshole I shoved in the hallway, but with Harry who actual gives a shit.

He moans against my neck and pushes his cock deep into me, "This pussy is mine." He whispers in a deep, raspy voice.

"Yours." I breathe out, "Yours."

He goes back to thrusting and attacking my neck. I wrap an arm around his neck and sink my nails into his shoulder as I cum around his cock.

"Fuck." He groans lowly, "You feel so fucking good."

I whimper in his ear, "You fuck so good."

He smirks and kisses my cheek and over to my lips. Our lips move in perfect sink and he pulls out and I can feel his cum shoot out into my stomach.

He continues to kiss me, his hand pulls my hips closer to his. He slowly leans back and looks at me, "Who's pussy is this?"

I roll my eyes and smirk, "Yours."

"Damn right it is." He leans up and looks around, "Um.." he gets up and grabs a towel, "Here." He tosses the towel down next to me as he cleans himself off.

"Thanks." I wipe myself off and sit up, I lean over and grab my clothes, slipping my panties and jeans back on, "So what does this mean?" I smirk and laugh.

He shakes his head and smirks, "Nothing more than band mates with benefits."

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fanficbarbie · 4 months

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❝karma❞

ongoing other harry fics

─⋆♡ summary: What happens when the fake-dating pact Harry makes goes a little too far?

─⋆♡ main tropes: frat boy harry styles, fratrry x college f!oc, harry styles x f!oc, frat boy x sorority girl, fake dating, revenge, fish out of water - f!oc, ugly duckling - f!oc, golden retriever x black cat

─⋆♡ series warnings: eventual smut, fluff, angst, 18+ black!writer, language, mentions of sexual assault, nightmares, fighting, alcohol, drugs, physical descriptors (brief), characters affected by symptoms of anxiety or depression.

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stephstars08 · 1 year

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Still Alive ~ Chapter Three

Ethan Landry x Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Alcohol, Fighting, Physical Fighting, Some Angst but also some Fluff, and Anxiety (Sorry if I forgot any)

Word Count: 2,697

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter. Sorry for the longer wait. I didn’t realize yesterday was Mother’s Day. I promise the chapter schedule will continue with every release on Friday and Sunday so chapter four will be posted this Friday! I ALSO WANT TO MENTION THAT THIS CHAPTER INVOLVES THE PARTY SCENE FROM THE MOVIE SO THIS WILL INCLUDED THE SCENE WHERE TARA ALMOST GET’S TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF SO IF THAT MAKES YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE I SUGGEST YOU EITHER SKIP THIS CHAPTER OR JUST SKIP THAT WHOLE PART! I ALSO WANT TO MENTION THAT I DID PICK OUT A COSTUME FOR THE READER BUT IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT YOU CAN JUST USE A DIFFERENT COSTUME! Anyways I hope everyone enjoys this chapter!

Y/N was at the Halloween frat party sitting on a couch with Mindy and Anika. Y/N was dressed as Rosie the Riveter. She had the costume left over from last year when she played Rosie in a musical for school. Mindy wasn’t dressed up since she said it wasn’t her vibe, says the horror fanatic. She just had on a sweater and a pair of jeans. Anika had on a pumpkin tank top with blue jeans and an orange bucket hat with a knife design on it.

Y/N wasn’t going to lie, she felt like a third wheel sitting next to Mindy and Anika, so she looked around for Tara, Ethan, or Chad. Suddenly she saw someone dressed as Ghostface which quickly made her blood start to boil. It angers her how people dress up in that stupid ass costume acting like it’s just another Halloween costume. “Hey Y/N.” She heard Mindy say which broke her strong glare away from the jackass. “You good?” Mindy asked her with concern noticing how tense her best friend is. “Yeah, I need a drink.” Y/N said as she got up and walked away.

She walked into this one room with flashy lights and people dancing. She spotted a table full of different kinds of shots, so she walked over to the table. She grabbed one of the shots that was whiskey and downed it fast. She winced at the burning feeling in her throat. Y/N isn’t the biggest drinker but tonight, she really needed to get wasted. She wants to get wasted. Before she could grab another shot she spotted Ethan with Chad. She watched them take a shot together. She giggled a little bit after seeing Ethan spit the liquid right back into the shot glass. He’s not the biggest drinker either. Another thing they both have in common.

Y/N couldn’t help but scoff at Chad’s costume. Chad had on a cowboy hat on, no shirt, and a pair of jeans on. However, Y/N couldn’t help but think Ethan looks so damn adorable in his costume. She noticed he also had cardboard cuffs on his arms that he hadn’t shown her before. She knew Chad was trying to get Ethan to score with the girl wearing a Harry Potter costume. The girl just laughed at Ethan and turned back to her friends and continued to dance. Y/N couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Of course, Ethan had that shy and nerdy type of energy but he was still so fucking hot. But, besides his looks, he’s such a sweet and caring guy. Any girl would be lucky to have him as their boyfriend. But, of course hoping that one day she’ll be that lucky girl.

Y/N was about to walk over to the boys till she spotted a familiar girl wearing a pirate costume making her way to the staircase with a random guy. “Shit!” Y/N hissed and quickly made her way over to Tara. “Hey! What’s going on?” Y/N said getting Tara’s attention. “I’m taking Tara upstairs.” The guy answered for Tara which already sent a red flag to Y/N. “You wanna come too, cutie?” he asked her with a flirty smirk. Y/N wanted to slap that fucking smirk off his stupid fucking face. “No thanks, fuck boy! Not interested.” Y/N snapped as she sent a dirty glare towards the asshole. “Tara, why don’t you stay down here.” Y/N said to Tara, but she shook her head. “Y/N, it’s okay.” Tara told her with a reassuring smile. Y/N knew that Tara was completely wasted, and this dick was trying to take advantage of that.

Mindy and Anika noticed what was going on so they both quickly got up and walked over to them to help Y/N out. “Hey, wanna call it a night?” Anika asked with a fake smile on her face. While Mindy and Anika were trying to talk Tara into staying downstairs Y/N walked back into the other room to get Chad. “Hey, big guy.” Y/N said tapping Chad on the shoulder which got his attention and Ethan’s. “You’re needed.” Y/N told him with a serious look in his eyes. Chad and Ethan didn’t even ask questions. They just followed Y/N back towards the staircase where Mindy and Anika were arguing with the guy.

“Hey partner.” Chad said stepping in front of his sister and Anika. “Tara, she’s good down here.” Chad told the guy. “I’m sorry, what was that?” The guy asked playing dumb. “You are such a fucking idiot!” Y/N snapped with annoyance making sure everyone heard what she said. Mindy and Anika laughed at Y/N’s comment. “What was that cutie?” The guy asked giving her that stupid ass smirk again which made her more annoyed if that was even possible. Before Y/N could snap back someone else did.

“Don’t call her that!” Ethan snapped as he stared at the guy with a furious look in his eyes. Y/N was in shock by Ethan taking up for her. She’s never seen this side of Ethan before, and she really liked it. She’s never seen the look he has in his eyes right now. She’s never heard him use that tone before.

“Guys, it’s okay.” Tara said finally speaking. “I want to.” Tara told her friends which made the guys confidence shoot up even higher. “See, she wants to.” The guy said in a taunting way. “C’mon.” The guy said roughly, grabbing Tara’s arm and started to drag her up the steps which made her fall because of how intoxicated she was. She ended up falling on her ass. “Tara!” Y/N said with worry as she quickly ran to Tara’s side.

Chad grabbed the guy and threw him off Tara and down the steps. “Why don’t you get your fucking hands off her!” Chad snapped with anger as he glared at the guy. “Get the fuck off me!” The guy snapped back pushing Chad off him. “Guys!” Tara said as she let Y/N help her stand back up. “Guys! Stop it!” Tara said, raising her voice a little bit. Y/N would try to break it up but to be honest, she wanted Chad to beat the fuck out of this asshole. “Fuck you!” The guy snapped pushing Chad again. Before Chad could retaliate someone stepped in front of him.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Sam’s voice rang out. “I’m just going to tazze you in the balls real quick.” Sam said in a calm tone as she took out her taser from her back pocket. Everyone watched Sam tazze the asshole right in the balls. The guy groaned out in pain as he fell to floor holding his groin. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh watching the guy role around groaning in pain. She’s definitely going to have to give Sam a high five for this later. “Don’t ever lay your hands on my sister!” Sam hissed staring down at the guy with a death glare. “Fucking bitch!” The guy hissed out in pain. Tara was fuming at what her big sister just did.

“Sam, are you fucking kidding me?” Tara snapped letting go of Y/N’s hand and walking over to her sister. “You’re stalking me now!” Tara added very upset. Tara walked out the front door before Sam could say anything. The group started to hear people referring to Sam as that psycho girl thanks to the stupid rumors that are flooded online. “We should go.” Mindy said, moving Sam out the door. Anika and Chad followed behind Sam and Mindy. Before Y/N met Ethan outside the door she kicked the guy in the knee which made him hiss in pain. “Take that, cutie.” Y/N mocked him and walked out the door. Ethan looked at her with a proud smile. “Nice one!” Ethan complimented her as he took off his cardboard helmet. “Thanks!” Y/N said giving him a wink as they followed behind their friends. Ethan’s cheeks turned a bright red from the wink she gave him.

Tara was walking faster than anyone else. Sam was trying her best to keep up with her because she wanted to talk to Tara but clearly Tara didn’t want to. Ever since moving to New York Sam has been very protective over Tara, which Y/N understands why but she mentioned to Sam to not go overboard because that’s what her mom did and look at where they are.

“Tara, will you stop.” Sam called out to her. “I cannot believe you did that! You embarrassed me!” Tara called back out as she kept on walking. “That guy was a dick!” Sam told her in a stern tone. “He was going to take advantage of you!” Sam added trying to get through to her suborned sister. “So!?” Tara hissed as stopped walking and whipped around to face Sam making her slam on the breaks. “So?” Sam said in a confused tone. “If I want to hook up with an asshole that’s my decision. My decision!” Tara explained with frustration in her tone as Y/N and the rest of the group finally caught up to the sisters. “Okay.” Sam said still confused on why Tara was acting like some asshole taking advantage of her was okay. “It’s not about you!” Tara said is a harsh tone. “I mean you-you’re out of my life for five years and then you can’t leave me alone for five minutes.” Tara said stumbling over her words because of how angry she was and the buzz she had because of the alcohol wasn’t helping either. “Because you’re not dealing with what happened to us.” Sam said starting to get frustrated with Tara. “Have you even gone to see the counsellor once?” Sam asked in a stern tone. “No! I’m not going to!” Tara told her in the same tone her sister just used. “Why not?” Sam snapped, starting to lose her patience.

“Because I’m uninterested in living in the past like you.” Tara snapped, striking one of Sam’s nerves. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam asked taken back by what Tara just said. “Hey guys- “Chad said trying to stop the tension that was growing more and more but Tara cut him off. “It means that I’m not gonna let what happened to us for three days define my life.” Tara explained to Sam. What Tara just said really struck Y/N hard. She feels like she’s holding more of a grudge from what happen than Tara and Tara had a lot more happen to her. Tara got attacked way worse than Y/N did but she’s not having nightmares. Yeah, Y/N got stabbed by Amber in the side but that’s it. Y/N doesn’t understand why she’s still so angry. She killed Amber. She got revenge for her father.

“Hey!” A voice called out breaking Y/N out of her deep thoughts. She saw a group of girls walk towards Sam. One of the girls splashed their drink all over Sam leaving her shirt soaked. “Murder!” The girl hissed at Sam making her friends laugh. Sam shoved the girl back as her blood was boiling hot. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!” Sam yelled as Chad and Tara held her back. As the girl and Sam screamed at each other one of the girls said something. “You guys should stay away from her. She knows what she did.” The girl warned the rest of the group. “I didn’t fucking do anything!” Sam snapped full of anger and frustration. “She killed your dad!” The same girl said to Y/N which made her start to get worked up as well. Thanks to her mother’s stupid fucking book, the whole world knows what happened to get dad. “Don’t believe everything you read on the internet you dumb bitch!” Y/N snapped as she glared at the girl with fire in her eyes. Ethan put one of his hands onto her shoulder which quickly made her calm down. “WALK AWAY!” Mindy yelled at the girls, and they did just that.

“I’m so tired of this shit!” Sam said with a heavy sigh as she tried to wring out her soaking shirt. “I-I have some tissues.” Ethan said taking his hand off Y/N’s shoulder and dug through his jean pocket. Ethan took out a small amount of tissues. “I have like, three tissues.” Ethan said counting them and handing them over to Sam. Sam grabbed the tissues and started to dry her neck and chest off from the sticky liquid. Y/N noticed everyone but Sam was starting to walk away so she grabbed Ethan’s arm and followed the group.

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Y/N was at Sam and Tara’s apartment with everyone. Y/N was sitting at the dinning table by herself. Chad went to bring Tara some medicine for her hangover. Y/N knows they both have feelings for one another but they are both too shy to admit it to each other which Y/N obviously knows that feeling. Mindy and Anika were in the living room sitting on the couch eating popcorn and watching TV. She didn’t know where Sam was.

“Hey.” Y/N heard someone say in a soft tone. When she looked up she saw Ethan standing in front of her with a soft smile. “Hi.” Y/N said returning a soft smile as she pulled the red bandanna out of her hair. “Can I sit with you?” Ethan asked sounding nervous which made him cuss at himself, but Y/N let out a giggle since she thinks it’s adorable. “You never have to ask.” Y/N told him. “Ha, yeah, right.” Ethan said with a nervous laugh as he took a seat on the chair next to her.

“Where’s your costume?” Y/N asked in a curious tone noticing he wasn’t wearing the cardboard suit over top his long black sleeve shirt. “I threw it into the dumpster before I came up here with you all.” Ethan answered her. “Didn’t help me get with the ladies.” Ethan added. “Yeah, I um saw you strike out with that Harry Potter chick.” Y/N said as a frown appeared on her lips. “Of course, you did.” Ethan said with frustration as he ran both of his hands down his face. “Ethan, it’s okay.” Y/N said pulling his hands away from his face. “It’s her loss, not yours.” She told him. “Really?” Ethan asked in a surprised tone.

“Ethan, you are such a sweet guy. You are a great and amazing friend.” Y/N told him as she put one of her hands on top of one of his. “If she doesn’t want a guy like that, then fuck her.” She told him as she stared deep into memorizing brown eyes that shinned in the light. “Thanks, Y/N” Ethan said has he stared deep into her eyes as well. Her eyes were his favorite thing about her. He always gets lost in them. “Ugh, will you two just make out already!” Mindy called out to them with a groan which startled them.

When they looked over into the living room, they saw that Chad and Quinn had joined Mindy and Anika in the room. They were so deep into conversation that they didn’t even notice Chad and Sam and Tara’s roommate walk in. “Forget that we are here?” Chad said with a teasing smirk on his face. “Here we go!” Y/N mumbled letting go of Ethan’s hand to hide the redness of her cheeks. Ethan’s cheeks were glowing red as well.

“Um, guys.” Anika said pointing to the TV. “Oh shit.” Mindy said as her mood quickly dropped after looking at the TV. “What’s wrong?” Y/N asked with worry as she stood up and walked into the living room. Ethan got up and followed her. When Y/N looked at the TV she felt her heart drop all the way down to the floor. It was a news report about a Ghostface attack.

“Oh my gosh!” Y/N said as she stared at the TV with wide eyes. “Hey guys wh- “Tara started as she walked into the room wearing regular clothes but cut herself off after seeing what was on the TV. “Go get Sam.” Mindy told Chad in a stern tone. Chad just gave his twin a nod and quickly walked out the door.

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Score And Smash.

College!Harry and Y/N.

Summary: in which their university holds an annual boy vs girl football match, the highly anticipated game of the year has arrived and Harry and Y/N hate each other just as equally until Y/N is under Harry.

Warnings: sarcastic comments, cursing, smut — includes choking, spanking, dirty talk, rough sex, hair pulling, kinda public sex? & Harry being a typical dickhead frat boy who thinks he’s the shit on the football pitch.

Word count: 6.3K.

A/N: grab a snack, it’s a long one filled with obvious flirting and rough sexy time.

Masterlist.

Harry Styles.

Even hearing his name makes Y/N’s body fill with rage, the desire to strangle the curly haired fucker daily is growing stronger and stronger. The way he prances about campus, fleets of women and men throwing themselves at him, wanting a night with the man who’s classed as the campus hot shot — Y/N just thinks he’s a dick head who needs to be humbled.

And when she decided he needed to be humbled, she didn’t expect to end up in his bed at midnight staring at his ceiling after he fucked her into oblivion — she isn’t proud of it, but she doesn’t regret it either, he’s got moves on and off the pitch. In her defence, he riled her up on the corridors when she was walking from the laundry room to her dorm, arms holding her basket as he stood at the doorframe whistling after her, cat calling her and asking her to do his laundry.

She did retaliate, she did walk up and give him a shove and a few harsh kicks to his kneecaps which didn’t even move him but she doesn’t know how she got from kicking his knees to riding his thigh in the space of a few minutes, her laundry basket sprawled out on his floor, her panties and clothes all a wreck over being tossed about when she threw the basket, him picking her up and slamming her into the closed door. She tried her best to make sure he knew she hated him, called him a dickhead while he ate her out, and even nipped at his dick once when he got too cocky — turns out the bastard just soaked that all up and was loving it.

The man is like a sorcerer, he magics your clothes off, she’s fully convinced of this. He looks at you and it’s like his eyes hypnotise you, his words like a drug, you just want to hear more and more of those smart comments come out of his mouth in that panty dropping British accent. She knew she was fucked the second his hand brushed off her arm while teasing her with her freshly cleaned panties from her basket, she ripped them from his hand and then he ripped a pair from her bare body.

“Y’look creepy doing that, blink or something” he mumbles beside her, the pair of them laid side by side, blankets over their bare bodies as they both just stare at the ceiling, processing what exactly just happened between them, and how the hell they got to this stage.

“You looked creepy manhandling my panties in the fucking hallway, get a slap of a bus or something” she fires back, his chuckle loud as they don’t take their eyes off the ceiling, the atmosphere is awkward but somehow not awkward enough for her to get up and run from his dorm.

“Weren’t complaining when I was manhandling you on my bed, asked me to do it harder actually” he says cheekily, the smugness evident in his voice as she rolls her eyes, blinking for what feels like the first time in nearly ten minutes.

“I hate you” she says back, her eyes looking over at the window, the curtains swaying due to the window being cracked open over how stuffy the room was halfway through their romp, she made a bare ass Harry walk toward the window and open it, of course he had no problem, he would plaster his nudes on the University’s website and news board if he could.

“So you’ve said, about a thousand times tonight, although I’m pretty sure I heard a Harry! You’re so big! Coming out of your mouth when I was pounding you into this very mattress right here” he says mocking her, his words earning him a slap over the covers onto his dick and a kick to his leg from Y/N who groans annoyingly.

“Absolutely not, those words would never leave my mouth — I’m pretty sure I heard you call your own dick big, cocky bastard” she grumbles taking the covers off herself, pulling his other sheet over her bare body as she begins walking around his room to retrieve whatever clothing wasn’t ripped off her body into shreds.

“Probably did not going to lie, how could I not? I’m packing a monster under here babe” he says sighing happily, propping his head up on his arms behind him, eyes watching as she rolls her eyes grabbing her shorts and t shirt, deciding to not even try and salvage her torn bra and panties.

“Leave em here, I’ll get good use out of em” he says nodding towards the torn underwear in her hands, she’s now dressed as she looks at him with disgust.

“How many other pairs of underwear do you have as cum rags? Probably enough to impregnate the entire world” she huffs, bending down to throw all her clean laundry that was spilled from her basket, placing her torn up underwear on top.

“That’s not how that works, but whatever that pretty head of yours wants to believe, love” he says teasingly as she picks her basket up, looking at the smug curly head man in his bed, dimples on his cheeks as he smiles to himself and her, looking at her like he knows he fucked her good — he did, she just don’t tell him that.

“I’m leaving now, if I don’t I’ll either vomit from your words or I’ll strangle you with your weird cum rags you have stashed somewhere here” she says gesturing around the room, basket on her hip under one arm as Harry bellows out a laugh.

“Who do you think I am?! Hugh Hefner?” He says mocking offence, her eyes rolling as she heads for his door, placing her hand on the handle before turning around to him again.

“Something tells me you’re not far off, goodnight dickhead” she says flipping him off, slamming the door behind her before he could even speak again and magically have her in his bed.

Their first encounter happened over a month ago, the pair never making eye contact after it, passing one another on campus and only looking at the other person when they’ve already exited their eye shot. It was a weird dynamic, in person on campus they acted like they didn’t know who the other was, but when Y/N would knock on his dorm room door and he’d open it with a smile knowing exactly what she was there for, they acted like they needed one another to survive. It’s not that Y/N wants a relationship with him, because he’s probably already in one with himself and himself only, but she thought maybe he’d throw her an odd wink to rile her up and get a rise from her, but he doesn’t do anything.

“So you’re like fuck buddies?” Niall whispers to her, a book covering the side of his face as he talks to her sat across from him, her own face shielded by the other side of the book away from the nosy librarian who seems to want to know everyone’s news.

“Niall, I told you to never speak of it again” she sighs whispering to him, her eyes narrow at the brunette as he smiles, wiggling his eyebrows at how she’s reacting to him bringing up Harry.

“And that’s where you went wrong, I’m definitely going to speak about it if you tell me not to, common sense” he says as she rolls her eyes, slamming her own book shut and leaning more over the table to speak to him.

“Fuck buddies, hate fuckers, personal sex toys, whatever we are, I don’t want it to go any further — I still cringe to myself at night when I come back from his dorm, it’s like I’m betraying myself” she says with a slight shiver, not knowing why she’s drawn to Harry is killing her, like she hates him for fucks sake! Why does she always end up at his dorm in skimpy shorts and a tank top basically begging to get laid? It’s not like her at all.

“He’s your personal stress reliever, I have one of my own” he says smugly, literally patting himself on the back as she looks at him, disgust on her face but before she could reply another body is sliding beside them, their books thudding down on the table with a bang earning them all a warning glare from the librarian.

“New I’d find you fuckers here, what are we chatting about then?” Louis says happily, leaning into the small book fort Niall created, walling them off from the people passing as they all huddle around one another.

“Niall is being nosy”

“And Y/N is fucking Campus Cum shot”

Louis looks at Niall and then towards Y/N who’s slapping him with a glare and a hushed string of curse words and what sounds like her threatening to burn down his dorm and then dance on his grave. Niall looks pleased with himself, wiggling his eyebrows riling her up more as she buries her head in her hands.

“No fucking way, Hugh Hefner wannabe? Get in mate, heard he’s a hard one to persuade into the sack” Louis says holding up his palm, looking at her as she rolls her eyes denying him a high five to which he slaps his other palm off it, sighing as he does so.

“If either one of you mentions it to anyone, I will find you both and I will use each of your limbs to slap the other one mid torture” she says glaring at them both, their eyes wide as she threatens them in a whisper.

“I’m cancelling your Netflix subscription, something tells me you should not be watching serial killer documentaries in your spare time” Louis says as Niall nods agreeing, the two sharing a look of fear before Y/N shakes her head with a small laugh, slapping them both.

“What are you two getting up to then?” She asks turning the attention off herself, whispering lowly as they both look at her.

“We were advised by our captain, Mr Cumshot, fo think up of ways to take your team down next Friday” Niall says confidently, looking at her with a raised eyebrow as she scoffs.

“Yeah right, good luck trying to take us down, I have my team training nearly every day — even have a whiteboard with tactics wrote up” she says smugly gathering up all of her things and tossing them into her bag quietly.

“Well, we have a, a - uhm a - Louis! Help!” Niall whispers slapping Louis who looks like he wasn’t listening, turning to look at Niall confused before speaking up.

“A dick head of a captain?” He answers unsurely, Y/N laughing and shaking her head as she throws her bag strap over her shoulder, standing up from her chair.

“You’re all going down. Later, fuckers!” She says flipping them off as she makes her way towards the door of the library, the librarian glaring at her over her previous action but she isn’t phased, she keeps walking.

“We’re fucked” Niall whispers to Louis who’s shaking his head with a tight lipped smile.

“No fucking way! You’re fucking Styles?!” Eve shouts looking at Y/N with wide eyes and a smile of disbelief, earning her a harsh grab and pull into the bathrooms, Y/N immediately looking at her with a glare as she kicks open all the stall doors to make sure no one else is in there.

“Yes! Now you need to keep quiet! I don’t want the whole campus knowing I’ve fallen into his weird sexy British trap thing” she says sighing at herself, resting her hands on the sink as she faces Eve who’s still in disbelief looking at her best friend.

“So is it like, fuck buddies? Friends with benefits? Besties who bump bits?” She asks more interested in the story now as Y/N looks at her with a small laugh before speaking up again, their voices low and their ears on red alert in case anyone barges in.

“It’s a weird dynamic, I’ve no clue what it is nor do I want to know or ask what it is — I’m ashamed of myself for doing it, but I just can’t stop” she says groaning, her eyes shutting as she mentally curses herself for letting herself fall into his bed, the same bed half of campus has slept in.

“Hey, you just want some relief, I get that — I have a stress reliever of my own” she says smugly, looking at her best friend with a wink as Y/N groans already knowing who it is, it’s just her luck that both of her best friends are fucking, but they never come out and say it around one another.

“Don’t need any more details on that one Eve, let’s just get to our last lecture before I actually slap my head off the wall” Y/N groans walking towards the door, Eve beside her in her ear asking many questions about what sleeping with Harry is like, she guessed it would happen.

Their last lecture goes by painfully slow, Eve beside Y/N texting her and asking her all the details about what Harry likes in bed to what position he looks best in and if he has any weird kinks he’s asking her to explore. She tells her the bare amount of course, not wanting to tell anyone her sex life especially with the person she hates most — but Eve is nosy, but she’d also replay this information back to Niall who’s equally as nosy as she is, their a match in her eyes but the pair just don’t grow some balls and do anything about it.

They’re all at training now, the girls team are always on first to train which means the boys team is always on the bleachers gawking at them all as they run around in their jerseys and shorts, trying to ignore the whistles and shouts from the horny teenagers. Of course Harry is amongst that group, he tends to sit in the middle of them as they surround him like he’s some God, but he never shouts or whistles, he quietly observes which is even more distracting in Y/N’s mind because she can feel his eyes burning into her body every time she moves.

“He’s totally checking you out, basically eye fucking you” Eve says as they all take a water break, the fifteen girls all standing about sipping on water trying to ignore the calls of their names from the boys who act like twelve year olds at a school dance, trying to get a girl to dance with them.

“I can feel him looking at me, makes me want to gouge out his fucking eyes” she says quietly, turning her head over her shoulder to see Harry observing her, his eyes trained on her as the rest of his team talk me laugh around him. He sends her a small smile and a wink before looking up at one of the boys who taps his shoulder.

“God, you just want to fuck him right then and there don’t ya? He’s like some sex wizard” Eve says drooling over the man, her eyes trained on him which earns her a slap from Y/N who’s scolding her for staring too long — she knows Harry will bring this up the next time she sees him.

“Alright ladies! Back in positions! Boys! Sodd off with the gawking or I’m going to have to start dishing out complaints to HR!” their coach shouts, her voice loud as she blows a whistle sternly telling the boys off — they all gawk over her also, she’s a young fit woman who isn’t awful to look at, of course they drool over her, even the girls do sometimes when she isn’t looking.

The boys scamper off, shouting their goodbyes and more whistles as they head back inside to their locker room, leaving the women alone on the pitch to actually train without having prying eyes glued to their asses and tits while they ran — it’s disgusting Y/N thinks. They carry out their normal training sessions that they do normally, but they add on an extra twenty minutes to make sure they’re all in shape and set to play the annual Boys vs Girls football match on Friday, it’s a match that everyone waits for all year round, banners hung up and polls being made along with bets to see who would win — it’s the one day of the year all college students look forward to.

It’s Thursday night, Y/N was planning on heading to the campus gym and getting in a late night work out session before the big fans tomorrow, but of course on her way down the corridor, she was met with someone who had the same idea as her, but now they’re both exercising together — but not in the way they planned on.

“You’re such a bastard, I wanted to have a work out session and you just had to walk out didn’t you” she says breathlessly, her mouth hovering over his as he looks at her with a slight smile, their mouths hung open in pleasure as she rides him fast and hard, his hands digging into her hips as she keeps a hold of his curls in her hands tightly.

“Why you complaining love? M’cock not enough for you? Need to have something bigger to get those legs working?” He teases, watching as she shuts her eyes, letting out a small moan as he guides her hips down onto his cock repeatedly, their moans in the air and their bodies covered in sweat.

“There’s so much more cocks out there Harry, don’t flatter yourself” she moans out dipping her head down to latch onto his neck, kissing and licking the skin as he lets out animalistic moans at the way she feels and the way she talks down to him, her comments sending his head into a frenzy and his hips to buck up into her.

“You sure about that? Because that filthy mouth of yours is saying one thing, but your pussy is saying another babe” he says cockily, feeling the way she clenches around him when he begins to thrust up to meet her hips, his hand reeling back and spanking her ass as she whines into his neck, pulling his hair with one hand and clawing at his back with the other.

“I’m fucking myself on your cock to get myself off, I couldn’t give less of a shit if you came or not at the end of this” she spits into his ear, her words low and her breath heavy a she smiles cockily at his reaction, small whines leaving his lips and his head throwing back against the headboard at the sound of her words.

“Fuck love, absolutely adore it when you talk like that to me. Go on heartbreaker, fuck me like you hate me”

It’s Friday.

The day everyone has been waiting for. The whole campus is decked out in blue and purple decorations, stands set up taking bets and they even hired an ice cream van to hand out purple and blue ice creams, everyone wearing blue and purple shirts all day in their lectures for preparation for the big game. The art students even making banners to hand out to the spectators and also hanging up all around the campus. The place is buzzing and ready for what’s about to go down.

Y/N and her team are nervous but pumped up, sipping on energy drinks and they all help one another do some warm up stretches and some even helping one another braid their hairs and they all wear purple headbands they bought online, a team tradition for every game — they get new ones every game. The atmosphere is calm but electric at the same time. Y/N gave her big speech and this pumped them up more, even leading to a small team chant and a little dance as they all prepare for the game.

They’re ready to kick ass.

“Go on the lads! Go on the lads!” The boys chant in their locker room, filled with boys pounding energy drinks and slapping one another to get the blood pumping and energy even higher than it is.

Harry is their captain, hyping up his team as they all cheer him on when he gives his big speech, a speech that a king would give, standing up on the bench as he looked down at them all cheering him on like he was their leader. Louis and Niall are amongst them all, they hate Harry but they can’t deny, he can hype up a team like no other before a game, he gives you goosebumps with his speech and loud cheer he lets out, all of them nearly sounding like a wolf pack as they hype themselves up.

They then resort to blasting a speaker with music, their bodies dancing around and slapping one another on the back shouting words of encouragement over the music and energy drinks being sipped as they dance. It’s safe to say, the boys locker room is ten times louder to the girls locker room.

“Hear anything?” Eve asks Y/N who’s holding a glass up to the wall, ear plastered to the other side trying to hear through the walls for the boys speaking about any tactics they’ve missed, the rest of the girls silent as they all watch her.

“Sounds like someone won the lottery or they’re all just sucking one another’s asses and singing each other to orgasms” she says with a sigh, letting the glass sit back down on the bench as she sits down beside Eve.

She calls them all in for a huddle when their coach shouts in that they’re out on the field in two minutes. All the girls hugging onto one another as they all wish one another luck.

“Alright ladies, time to kick some ass!”

The boys are the first ones introduced out, the eleven of them all pouring out from the underground tunnel, running out onto the pitch, jumping around as the crowd screams for them, everyone dressed in blue shirts cheering them on as they boost their egos more, blue smoke cannons being shot off when they make their appearance, the girls watching from their tunnel with rolled eyes. Some of the boys showing off their muscles to the ladies who are supporting purple but love the attention from the boys anyway.

The girls are introduced a minute later. They walk out calm collected and in formation, Y/N first as they all follow behind her in a crowd, purple smoke cannons being let off into the dark sky but they’re illuminated by the flood lights as the crowd screams for the girls, their game faces on as they walk past the boys, not looking at them as they keep their heads up and eyes straight making their way to the other side of the pitch, and of course, the boys are whistling and shouting down to them.

The game soon starts, the referee calling up the captains to fight for ball in the kick off. Harry and Y/N stride up to the ball confidently, one on either side as they stand close together, Y/N facing his team as he faces hers, their hands almost touching as they wait for the whistle to blow.

“Good luck heartbreaker”

“Go fuck yourself Hefner”

They both share a glance at one another before the whistle blows, the pair immediately diving in for the ball, Y/N swiping her leg under Harrys snagging the ball as she kicks it towards her team mate who was already half way down the pitch towards the goal, the boys jumping into action as they all head for the ball, clashing shoulders and shouts of threats heard all around the pitch.

The girls score the first goal, a small celebratory dance seen on the pitch as they all shout in happiness, flipping off the boys who just roll their eyes and laugh, promising them that it won’t be as easy from now on. It’s war at this point. The game plays out, the girls kicking in goals left right and centre, small fights and tackles happening as Y/N and Harry always end up in a tackle somehow or a verbal fight, the vein popping out of Harry’s neck as he shouts at her while she just laughs in his face riling him up more. It’s war on the pitch, girls tackling boys and boys tripping them up and head bumping balls up above their heads and whistling that throws them off sometimes, especially when they walk up to take a penalty.

They’re now in the last few minutes of the game, the boys in the lead with three goals, the girls angry and frustrated as the boys dance around the pitch to rile them up even more. There’s only two minutes left, and Y/N is determined to win by one or tie. She nods to the girls and shouts for them all to get into formation, the boys looking at them weirdly as they kick the ball down the pitch towards one another.

When Niall is on the ball, kicking down towards Harry who’s stood near the goal shouting at him to pass the ball. Eve is stood by Niall, smile on her face and with a shout from Y/N she’s lifting up her jersey and flashing Niall her bra, making Niall fall over the ball, letting it roll towards Y/N who’s heading for Harry and the goal, Harry immediately sprinting towards her as she smiles, kicking the ball beside her to another girl who head bumps the ball straight into the back of the goal.

The boys are furious over what Eve did, the referee not listening as the game plays out still, both teams fired up now, distractions left right and centre. She looks up at the scoreboard, there’s thirty seconds left, and they need one goal to win, no way the boys could score two goals in thirty seconds to match them. She’s determined as they all stand in formation and the ball is passed around to each one of them, head bumps and kicks all around as the boys try to keep up with them all, some girls dancing in front of them as the boys groan and try to get the girls called out of the game.

The crowd goes wild, the girls cheering and hugging one another when the final whistle blows, the boys hanging their heads in defeat as the girls lift Y/N up in the air, parading her around as she cheers and waves to everyone in the crowd wearing purple, the smoke cannons being let off again and some paper steamers being exploded into the air also as the girls celebrate while the boys shout at the referee about all the distractions the girls made, but it’s dismissed as it’s not a season game it’s only a once off game which makes the boys furious as they watch the girls celebrate their win.

Y/N looks at Harry from where she’s stood on the pitch, holding the trophy as the team stand for photos of the whole team, the school photography in front of them lining them all up. He stands at the other side of the pitch, looking at her with a smile and a wink before disappearing off into the boys locker room with the rest of his team. After photos are taken and the girls are finished organising after parties in the locker room, Y/N is left alone, throwing all the used jerseys into the laundry bag to be sent for washing — it’s the captain’s responsibility to clean up after every game, make sure all the jerseys are in for cleaning and that everyone leaves before they do. She huffs when she places the last jersey in the bag, tying it up and throwing it by the door, she’s left in only her shorts and sports bra as she walks around, her sock clad feet barely audible on the floor.

“Good game Heartbreaker, had some good but questionable tactics in place” she hears his voice from the doorway behind her, she rolls her eyes not bothering to turn around as she grabs her towel from her sports bag.

“What are you doing here Hefner? Shouldn’t you be upside down on a keg somewhere?” She asks looking at him with a glare, heading for the showers with her towel in hand. She hears him follow her, only in his socks and shorts as she sighs throwing her towel up on a rack.

“Captains duties to stay after and clean up, you should know that” he says smartly, earning him a curtain being closed in his face as she stands in the shower cubicle, stripping off her clothes and throwing them over the stall as he stands outside watching it all.

“Captains also lead their team to a win, and I don’t see you holding up a trophy” she fired back before turning on the shower, the sound of the water hitting the tray loud as Harry laughs outside of it, steam starting to slowly fill the room as he looks around.

“I prefer my team to win an actual game, not some one off game” he says as she rolls her eyes from inside the cubicle, hands running through her hair as she reaches for her shampoo bottle.

“Looking for this?” Harry asks, she turns and opens her eyes to see him stood behind a half opened curtain, her pink shampoo bottle in his hand smiling cockily as she doesn’t bother covering herself up in front of him.

“Give me the bottle Harry” she says sternly, reaching for it but he pulls it away shaking his head, opening the curtain more and standing in a little.

“Come get it heartbreaker” he whispers and with that, she’s jumping on him, mouth on his as the bottle crashes to the floor and she’s pulling Harry in further and under the water, his feet free of socks but his shorts are still on.

She’s tugging him by the hair when he spins them around and pins her up against the wall, their bodies dripping with water as her legs wrap around his waist, his hands holding her thighs as they kiss messily, teeth clashing and tongues tangling in a hate filled kiss, their bodies grabbing at one another as they desperately touch one another like they’ve never touched anyone in their lives, like they’re touch starved, yet they only did this last night.

“Still hate me heartbreaker? Still hate me after I fuck you senseless for nearly two months straight?” He asks kissing down her neck, his voice rumbling in his chest and sending shivers through her whole body. She desperately squeezes her thighs around his hips and tangles her fingers in his hair pushing his head more into her skin.

“Hate you even more now, if that’s even fucking possible, like a walking headache Hefner” she replies back with pants in between words when he begins sucking and marking her skin up, his lips leaving a burning trail on her skin as he kisses down to her breasts, sucking harsh marks there before taking her nipple into his mouth.

“I swear to fuck, just get inside me already, I’ve no time for teasing” she says annoyed, watching as Harry smiles around her nipple before popping it out of her mouth and putting her down on her feet.

“You should know by now heartbreaker, I like to fuck people like I hate them, and I like them to fuck me like they hate me” he says in her ear when he spins her around, her palms sprawled out on the tiled wall and her back arched with her ass at the same height of his hips.

“Go on then Hefner, fuck me like you hate me, make me scream your name when I cum for once” she says riling him up, the last few words are what causes him to tear off his shorts quickly and slip into her, his leg kicking off his boxers as he begins to pound into her.

“Oh fuck!” She shouts out, her cheek pressed against the tiled wall, water pouring down on them as Harry shows no mercy in his thrusts, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as she moans and slams her palms against the wall when he hits her g spot.

“There we go, found your little spot did I?” He teases leaning over her, his back pressed against hers as his hips thrust fast and deep into her, his cock stretching her out as he nips and sucks on her earlobe, watching her as he moans himself at the feeling of her around him.

“Look at you, not so smart now when you’re full of cock huh? Dumb little baby can’t even say she hates me now, she’s fucking drunk on cock” he moans into her ear evilly, her eyes rolling back into her skull when he slaps her ass hard, leaving a mark behind as she works up all her strength to speak.

“Do you talk to your other sluts like that? Tell them they’re whores? Or is that just for me?” She says as Harry curses under his breath letting out a long drawn moan as she bounces back on his cock while he thrusts forward behind her.

“I’m usually nice, but since your such an ignorant brat, you likes to test my patience — I’ll treat you like the fucking whore you are, fuck your pussy raw like I know you want me to, feel down your gagging for my cock” he says deeply which makes her moan out, his smile wide as he gathers up her hair, pulling her up so his chest is on her back.

“Your cock is the only thing I like about you, only using you as my own sex toy. Do you like that? Do you like being my sex toy Harry?” She asks with her lip between her teeth, her smile wide as Harry pounds into her faster, pulling her hair as he moans into her ear.

“Oh fuck, yes, use me as your fucking sex toy baby. Can I use you as mine? Huh? Use all your holes to get myself off, leave you dripping with my cum?” He asks which sends her into a frenzy, her moans loud and her eyes shutting in pleasure, his hand letting her hair go and coming between her legs to rub on her clit when he feels her clenching.

“Use me Harry, fucking hell, use me. Fuck me raw and cum in me, please” she slightly begs which makes Harry smile, his lips on her cheek as he kisses the skin between moans, rubbing her clit and thrusting in her as she nearly buckles over in pleasure.

“Yeah? Need me to cum in you? Only whores love the person they hate to cum in them, and look at you, being a fucking whore and begging for my cum” he moans out as she grabs his hand that’s on her hip, bringing it up to her neck and he instantly wraps his fingers around her throat, choking her as he thrusts and his other hand rubs circles on her nerves.

“You’re the filthiest person I’ve been with Y/N, never could find someone who wanted to be as fucked as you by me. Now look at you, begging for me to cum in you, when only awhile ago you were telling me to fuck myself” he says delivering harsh thrusts into her which sends her over the edge, her legs shake as she lets go around him, his fingers quick on her clit helping her ride it out as she shouts out his name with a string of curse words.

“Still want my cum? Still want me to use you as a cum rag like I would of done with those panties if you left them behind?” He moans out, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he feels his release nearing.

“Go on Harry, cum in me, maybe I’ll let you do it again after this” she says moving her hips back on his cock to help him out, her hand reaching behind to tangle in his hair as he moans into her ear and breathes heavily down her neck.

“Fucking hell, m’cumming, fuck fuck fuck!” He shouts out, his mouth spilling curse words as he holds her tight against him, his hips still as he spills into her, loud moans from lips and his hands gripping her hips tightly as she leans back to connect their lips in a messy kiss.

They both calm down, their bodies drenched in water as they wash themselves in silence, taking it in turns to wash one another’s backs as they allow the water to soothe their aching muscles. Harry is the first to break the silence as he’s washing her back.

“Still hate me heartbreaker?” He asks with a smile, she smiles facing the wall as she relaxes into his touch as he slowly washes down her back.

“Eh, you’re alright Hefner”

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subhlibrary · 3 years

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can u rec fics where harry is really slutty

this is basically all of my recs lmao but here’s some more <33

Your God Shaped Hole Tonight by objectlesson (8k)

Harry gets railed by five huge cocks at public play party.

Desperate for it by blankiehxrry (2k)

Harry doesn't believe it when the boys tell him that he's loud during sex. He asks Louis to prove it to him. Things might get out of hand. everything from this author tbh

Double the Fun by stretchmybones (1k)

Based on the photo of Harry in NYC wearing the blue bandana and pearl necklace simultaneously. My brain screamed "day collars" at me and then I wrote this lil fic.

A slut in my eyes by blankiehxrry (2k)

Harry is a Playboy bunny.

I have often prayed for an angel by orphan_account (2k)

the one in which Louis fucks Harry in the VS wings after he wears them onstage. i might’ve recced this before but idc it’s a fave

Medicine by thisisafamilyshow_orisit (3k)

Another very self-indulgent fic featuring Harry with an oral fixation and Louis being Daddy af.

We Were Too Young by alurringmind (2k)

Louis expected that to satiate Harry. Much to his dismay, it did not. They ran late to the interview, as Harry decided to take his time showering and picking out clothes. During the interview, he kept talking over the other boys, avoiding questions, goofing off, and making countless sexual innuendos. Management chastised him several times, but it didn't stop there. In the dressing room after the interview, the boys were all sitting on the couch as Harry was wrestling Niall to the ground after ruining Liam's new shoes and fucking up Zayn's hair.

He was gonna get it.

FUCKING BRAT!!! by wannabebestseller (2k)

Louis is a busy CEO now and Harry wants attention so he becomes a monster brat.

When The Wolves Come Out by rosemarianthyme (1k)

It didn’t matter that Louis would never once pop a knot or that Harry’s slick was always artificial. When Harry was whining desperately against his neck and Louis was growling low in his chest he could only grab Harry’s hips and pant out 'Omega.'

You Love the Way I Ride It by stylinsexualxo (1k)

Its just a smutty one shot in which Louis gets bored and Harry gets horny on the way home.

ain't this what you came for (don't you wish you came) by sugarbabyharry (2k)

Harry is married and Louis happened to be his secret lover who's really good at fucking.

Black Flowers Blossom, Fearless on My Breath by cupcakentea (4k)

Louis and Harry shotgun in public, a very private moment ensues

i heard you had a slut mouth by lohoron (32k)

Louis fucks Harry once at a frat party and suddenly forgets how to act. i definitely recced this before but it’s my favorite smut fic ever sorry

Thank You, Daddy by fournipplesau (10k)

Harry's hot, wet mouth is around him before Louis even has the chance to blink, and it feels so good, the icy sting of the frozen dessert disappearing as Harry's soft tongue laps it up. After Harry swallows, he pulls off the head of Louis' cock and then dips down to trail his tongue up the shaft, collecting the bits that dribbled down. "Yummy. Thank you, daddy." He hums pleasantly.

Or the one where Louis gets an idea, and Harry wears panties this whole series tbh

scream for air to breathe by toplinson (5k)

harry gives louis five orgasms for his birthday

smile in slow motion by istajmaal (24k)

“It’s 2011, Niall. People can fuck their friends’ faces without it meaning anything more than that.”

or, Louis is Harry's dom and maybe also his soulmate

it's all for you, everything i do by moonshinelouis (2k)

Harry's needy, Louis plays bored.

Whoever, However by Brooklyn_Babylon (8k)

Louis could feel his heart rate pick up as he positioned the camera and Harry slowly stood up. They both knew what came next –– it had been clearly outlined in the advert Harry answered. The studio Louis worked for was filming a new series of camboy videos. Louis’ job was to make it look like amateur porn –– sweaty, sensual, dirty –– but well lit and edited. He was an artist, thank you very much.

Or: Louis has a much better day at work than he’d expected.

give it to me like i want it by orphan_account (1k)

Harry is overwhelmed by Louis's size and after being fucked by him, he just can't stop wanting to have him inside of him at every opportunity.

#this ask was so funny for no reason #bottom harry

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annathesillyfriend · 3 years

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Anna's May Fic Recs Part II

Welcome to my May fic recommendations masterpost (part II)!! Once again I was overwhalmed with how many amazing stories I was able to read the past two weeks. The amount of talented authors on this hellsite is just mindblowing 🤯🤯

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much! To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

MARVEL

✨Steve Rogers✨

Good girl @syntheticavenger

one-shot, 18+, trucker!steve

Underwater by @sweetlyscared

one-shot, 18+, endgame!steve 😠

Recording by @/jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+, i think you can guess by the title 😉

Code blue by @bonky-n-steeb

one-shot, 18+, oof 🥵

✨Bucky Barnes✨

Milestone by @itsapeterthing

one-shot, avenger!reader

Say yes by @/itsapeterthing

one-shot, 1940's!bucky x rogers!reader

Night hours by @sinner-as-saint

one-shot, 18+, mob!au

The midnight coconuts by @bitsandbobsandstuff

one-shot, late night grocery runs with buck

Peaches and cream by @river-soul

one-shot, 18+ (no actual smut but a lot of induendos), this is so fun!!

Point of view by @forever-rogue

one-shot, it's just ✨so lovely✨

Play pretend (part 2) by @wkemeup

two-shot, 18+, first part sex pollen, over all mutual pining,

Wine and dine by @witchysoldier

one-shot, 18+, roommate!bucky

Nobody does it like you do by @/ritesofreverie

one-shot, 18+, divorced!dilf!bucky, onlyfans!reader but also neighbour!reader

No other shade of blue by @sventeen-daybreak

one-shot, tfatws!bucky, so much angst but just so beautiful

Take me seaside (for my health) by @/sventeen-daybreak

one-shot, tfatws!bucky, friends to lovers, buck takes care of sick reader

Sweetest downfall by @xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, memory loss, a lot of heartache on my side but so worth it!

Winter and hope by @jobean12-blog

one-shot, this is so sweet you guys 🥺🥺

Moving day by @/jobean12-blog

one-shot, 18+, moving in with buck 😌😌

Language barier by @galaxy-barnes

one-shot from Nothing but trouble universe, 18+, absolutely wonderful OFC

Dreamland by @blissfullybarnes

series, avenger!reader, get your tissues!

Trilogy by @buckycuddlebuddy

series, 18+, fuckboy!bucky, college!au, if you want to have you heart ripped out then this one's for you :')

✨Stucky✨

Turn the light down low by @slyyywriting

one-shot, 18+, bucky x reader x steve, some limousine action 😏

✨Sam Wilson✨

The whole Sammy sunday tag by @ritesofreverie

collection of all thing Sam, each one better than the last

✨Helmut Zemo✨

Twice by @mypoisonedvine

series, 18+, professor!zemo

✨Peter Parker✨

FBI agent by @hollandcrush

one-shot, 18+, onlyfans!reader

Challenge accepted by @stuckonspidey

one-shot, 18+, 🥵

Just friends - collaboration between @emmastarz and @cherrytholland

two-shot (part two in the making), the big three: best friend!peter, friends to lovers, ANGST :)))

✨Joaquin Torres✨

Chasing pavements by @mischiefmanaged71

one-shot, slowburn, stark!reader

Doodles by @anna-phora

one-shot, soulmate!au 🥺🥺

Wrong house, right time by @hairringtonsteve

one-shot, our boy comes to the rescue in the times of trouble

✨Wanda Maximoff✨

Mine by @buckybarnesplumwhore

one-shot, 18+, black!reader, jealous!wanda

HOLLAND & Co.

✨Tom Holland✨

Birthday, interrupted by @worldoftom

one-shot, 18+, uni!tom x uni!reader, oh man, i hope you have the fire house on speed dial bc this is pure 🔥🔥

Hooked on your feelings by @heyhihellowhatsup0

series, 18+, neighbour!tom, friends to lovers, fwb, so much angst *chef's kiss*

A royal convenience by @poetrcy

series, prince!tom x princess!reader, might be my favourite royal!au I've ever read

The way home by @hollandsmoose

one-shot, best friends to lovers

Supercluster by @wizkiddx

one-shot, best friends to lovers

Mornings in Italy by @heavenlyholland

one-shot, morning, Italy and Tom just belong in one sentence 😌

Dirty reflection by @wazzupmrstark

one-shot, 18+, mirror mirror on the wall, who's the naughtiest of them all? (it's y/n and tom)

Who would've thought by @multiholland

one-shot, frat!tom

Crash course by @greenorangevioletgrass

one-shot, 18+, bi!musician!reader, childhood friends to lovers

Stuck with(out) you by @duskholland

one-shot, follow up to Settle, 18+, mob!tom, pregnant!reader, the best mob!au fic ever!!

Long distance by @sunshinehollandd

one-shot, just 🥺🥺

Jinkies (part 2) by @madmadmilk

two-shot, 18+ in part two, this is so wholesome, please just read it

Night changes by @spideyspeaches

one-shot, 18+, fwb, fake dating, all the fun stuff, there's part two in the making!!!

Midnight kisses by @/mcumendes

one-shot, best friends to lovers!!! 😌

✨Harry Holland✨

This fic by @peterplanet

one-shot, 18+, just yes

Cabin fever by @hazofmyheart

one-shot, 18+, friends to lovers 😫😫 so good

Roll with the feeling by @unsaidholland

one-shot, rich kid!harry

✨Harrison Osterfield✨

Fevers and tea by @thegirlintheswivelchair

one-shot, friends to lovers, taking care of sick haz 🥺🥺 so adorable

Between tulips and blue eyes by @mcumendes

one-shot, flower shop!au 🌷🌷

Lucky strike by @soft-haz

one-shot, rich kid!harrison x rich kid!reader

OTHERS

✨Harry Styles✨

Bright and Blooming by @havethetimeofyourstyles

one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers

✨Ransom Drysdale✨

Pledge Week by @the-iceni-bitch

series, 18+, Ransom and his girl are celebrating his birthday week 🎉

✨Andy Barber✨

Yes, Mrs Barber by @jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+, husband!andy

Holly by @uncafeavecbarnes

one-shot, 18+, domestic bliss 😌

Sundress season by @jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+, ex!husband andy 🥵

#bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson x reader #joaquin torres x reader #peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #harry holland x reader #andy barber x reader #anna's fic rec #fic recs #may fic recs

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havin-a-wee · 3 years

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can you make a frat boy harry x reader where the boys were at hazs stepdads house (yeah they are famous too) and youve been hazs gf for a while and you and harry went out to skinny dip around midnight while the boys were watching a movie and then like a um scene where the girl would get eaten and stuff please?? sorry if its a bit confusing lln

Soaked

warnings: oral, female receiving

word count: 1.4k

send me a request!

check out this new one shot i wrote, A Lifetime Of You

im so sorry this took so long! i changed it up slightly but i hope you like it!

also i would really really appreciate it if you checked out A Lifetime Of You (linked above) its my first one shot that isn’t a request!

“There she is!”

You were greeted by the sweet voice of your long-term boyfriend, Harry, and you bounded into the movie room, taking a seat beside him. The chairs were large and velvet, and it didn’t take much time to get comfy in your seat.

“So we can start the movie now?” Zayn peeked his head behind his chair, looking at you and Harry for approval. The two of you nodded simultaneously and he turned back to the large screen in front of him.

You always loved spending time at Harry’s stepdad’s house, mostly because he was absolutely loaded with money. The in-home theater you were situated in was only one of many amenities that his California mansion had to offer, and it was a nice change from the small off-campus flat you shared with your roommate. Harry, Niall, Liam, Louis, and Zayn all lived together in their frat house. It was great for Harry because he was living with his best mates, but both of you sort of wished you could live together.

The familiar Disney intro played out on the screen and it slowly faded to the movie, which was Tangled tonight.

The big chair was a lot comfier than you had remembered, and you found yourself dozing off within the first fifteen minutes of the movie. Harry adjusted himself to allow you to lean on him while you slept, his warm body providing a comfortable and safe feeling.

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“Bubs? Y’awake?”

You stirred slightly, your eyelids still heavy from the nap you had just been woken from. “Mhm” Your confirmation was muffled by the sweatshirt Harry was wearing that you had your face buried in. You let out a small whine of protest as Harry moved to stand up, towering over your curled-up body.

“Baby, the movies over, the boys already went t’bed.” You managed to lift your weary eyes at Harry’s words and gave him a meek smile.

“Sorry I slept through it,” you whispered, just loud enough for Harry to hear.

“Nonsense, I love cuddlin’ with y’babe.” His reassurance gave you butterflies, your body fully awake now although your actions weren’t reflecting that. “M’actually thinkin’ we could go fo’ a swim, know how much y’love swimmin’ at night.” Your entire head perked up at his suggestion, especially because he was always too tired to go for late-night swims.

You jumped up excitedly, causing Harry to step backward in shock. He chuckled at your quick change in mood and wrapped his arm around your waist, guiding you to the door.

You ignored the tired aching of your muscles as Harry guided you to the pool. You turned to him in confusion, stopping his movement as well as yours. “Wait, we need swimsuits, Harry.” He just looked down at you and smirked, shaking his head before continuing to guide you outside. It took you a second to understand, but once you did a giddy feeling erupted in your tummy.

Soon enough the two of you were stripping naked beside the pool, leaving your clothes on a white lounge chair that sat by the pool. A loud splash made you whip your head around, only to see Harry’s face bobbing above the water at the deep end of the pool. You laughed as he smiled dopily at you, clearly very pleased with himself.

“Babe, c’mere, sit on the edge f’me.” He had swum to the edge of the pool, patting on the tile that bordered the edge of the water.

You pouted slightly, wishing you could get in the water with him, but you obeyed nonetheless. You sat down on the smooth surface, the freezing tile causing goosebumps to cover your bum. Your knees were pulled up to your chest, and you peered over them to look at Harry in the pool in front of you.

His large hands grabbed your calves, the metal of his rings pressing into your skin. He moved your legs to hang over the edge and into the water, a small shiver wracking your body at the cold temperature.

“Before y’swim w’me, will ye’ lemme get a taste of yeh? Been wantin’ this all day long.” His action finally made sense, and a wave of heat rolled through your body due to his dirty words. That heat was directed straight to your core, which was already quite wet from watching Harry undress earlier.

“Yes, please Har,” you breathed out. He had this effect on you like no other man had ever had, and it was hitting you like a truck.

His hands met your calves again, spreading your legs apart at an agonizingly slow pace. He was at a place in the water where he could stand perfectly well, and his head was at just the right level to put his mouth on you. He dipped his head in, starting by leaving small kisses on the sensitive flesh of the inside of your thighs. He sucked and bit over certain areas, ensuring that there would be a mark left there. “Love tasting yeh,” he spoke between each kiss he placed. “so much angel,” He breathed heavily before going back down, his kisses getting closer and closer to where you need him most. “Y’taste so sweet, y’know tha’?”

“Harry, please,” your words were choppy and breathy, your lungs having trouble keeping air as pleasure rolled through you.

“Please what love? Tell me what y’want bubs.”

“Want- I want your mouth..” Your words trailed off at the end because you were cut off by Harry’s harsh sucking on your clit. He had finally placed his mouth on your heat and you mewled at the feeling. Harry moaned in harmony with you, and you could feel the vibrations of his noises hitting your swollen button

“Fuck, just like that-” Your hand made its way to Harry’s chocolate brown curls, gripping down on them harshly. His hands rubbed on the outer portion of your thighs and you threw your head back in pleasure, placing your arms behind you to keep you from falling over.

His tongue moved from its place on your clit and dipped into you. He caressed your soft walls with his mouth, lapping up everything you had to offer. He lifted his head from you for a brief moment, sucking in a deep breath. “Y’always so good f’me, such a good girl.” His mouth found its place back on your core, his tongue dipping in and out of you as if he hadn’t eaten in a year.

His nose bumped your clit and you groaned loudly, prompting him to repeat the motion. Your legs were shaking around his head when he brought his attention back to your clit, sucking and nibbling on it softly.

“H, I- I’m close, shit,” you whined, cursing when he applied a short burst of hard pressure onto your sensitive nub. You could tell your words encouraged him, his mouth working even faster than it had been.

“Come for me Y/N, all over m’tongue.” It only took a few more seconds before you were sent tumbling over the edge, the knot in your stomach releasing and tingles ran through your body. Harry worked you down from your high, slowing his movement until coming to a complete stop.

After a few minutes, his head was no longer between your thighs, and he rested his head on the tile next to you as both of you attempted to catch your breath.

The tingling in your body had finally subsided enough that you could speak, so you turned to Harry and he did the same. “So that was your plan all along?” You smirked and pushed his shoulder playfully, eliciting a laugh from him.

“Well, it worked didn’t it?” You were the one to laugh this time, running your hands through his hair as he smiled up at you. You swiftly slipped yourself into the pool, giving your body a moment to adjust before turning to your boyfriend. He turned towards you as well, tucking some wet hair behind your ear to keep it out of your face. You leaned in for a kiss, but you were interrupted.

“You guys didn’t tell me you were going swimming!” Niall’s voice vibrated through your eardrums and your eyes widened in panic. Niall walked through the glass door and smiled at the two of you, unable to see anything but your faces. He turned his head and pointed towards the beach chair, his head tilting in confusion. “Hey, aren’t these the clothes.. oh.” His eyes opened wide and his cheeks flushed pink at the realization of what you were doing there. “I’ll just-” He pointed to the glass door behind him and ran in quickly, not allowing you or Harry to say anything.

After you were sure that Niall was gone, you turned to each other at the exact same time and burst out in a fit of laughter.

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cinemastyles-blog · 1 year

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Categorized by each of Harry’s Eras

All of these are SMUT one shots unless they say fluff beside them.

The list will be updated as one shots are written.

Niall Horan Smut One Shots -> @wastedonhoran

Louis Tomlinson Smut One Shots -> @holdinonto-heartache

LONG HAIR HARRY

Temporary Fix

Lights, Camera, Action.

Lights, Camera, Action. Part 2

Lights, Camera, Action. Part 3

Tattooed Harry

Your Brother Will Kill Me

Not A Free Show

You Like That?

Becky’s So Hot

Was It Worth the Wait?

Exploration

FRAT BOY HARRY

Frat House

B.M.W.B

Game On.

Model For Me

Cherry Pop

What Happens on the Tour Bus, Stays on the Tour Bus. What Happens on the Tour Bus, Stays on the Tour Bus Part 2

Can I Take You Somewhere?

Isn’t Your Mom Home?

I Love Being in the Band.

And Scene.

PRINCE HARRY

Visiting Home

Visiting Home Part 2

A Friend of Harry’s [Zarry]

Riding the High

Best Tutor Ever

BANDANA HARRY

You Got Me

Make Up

Matter of Time apart 2

DUNKIRK HARRY

Under My Skin

Spill or Fill

Spill or Fill Part 2

Spill or Fill Part 3

One & Done?

Medicine

Assistant C.E.O

Tensions Are High

Teacher’s Lounge

Glad You Passed By

HS1 HARRY

Live in Studio

Live in Studio Part 2

Golden

Red Cuffs

Show Me How You Do It

Kiwi. Part 1 and Part 2

It Pays To Be A Harry Girl

Just A Girl in the Bar

FINE LINE HARRY

Still the One

Still the One Part 2

Loved You First

Staying Focused

Staying Focused Part 2

To Be So Lonely

MANBUN HARRY

When You Know, You Know.

A-hole to Everyone but You

MUSTACHE/QUARANTINE HARRY

Late Night Talking

Three Plus One fluff blurb

Next Room Over

So, You’re Mr..

So, You’re Mr.. Part 2

HARRY’S HOUSE/ CURRENT HARRY

Punished

Showered with Love fluff blurb

Iced Vanilla Latte

We Should[n’t] Be Alone Together

We Should[n’t] Be Alone Together Part 2

You Think Of Me When Exactly?

Say That Again, Baby

Just Like the Movies?

Just a Guitarist?

BOXER HARRY

Come On, You Got It.

NARRY

When In Rome [Narry]

To Niall, From Harry

Now, Imagine That With Two

Guess who [Harry, Niall, Zayn]

Touch Each Other

FANFICTION

Two Ghosts [hs]

PRIVATE AFFAIR [h.s]

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

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I take requests and my anon is on.

I am open to writing anything your filthy little hearts desire, all you have to do is send them here!

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cinemastyles-backup · 7 months

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Summary: Y/n meets Harry at a frat party and it goes.. well?

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, oral (both), hair pulling, choking, etc. just filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

"Come on, y/n. Its not everyday that we get invited to the one and only Alpha Pi Kappa." My best friend, Margo says as she pulls on my arm, "Come on. Please." She gets down besides me and sticks out her lip, "Please?"

I sigh, "Isn't their dumbass leader Harry?"

She raises her eye brows and smirks, "Yes it is."

I roll my eyes, "No."

"No? How could you say no to .." she gets on her phone and taps before flipping it around towards me, "This." Her screen shows Harry, shirtless, at the beach with his other numbskull buddies.

I smirk slightly and shake my head, "Yeah he's hot. Okay, I'll give him that, but if you're not a popular girl or super hot like him, he won't think twice about you."

"That's why we get hot! Now come on." She stands up and opens the closet, "Pick something. My selection of party wear is way better than yours.. no offense."

I laugh knowing she's right.

"Okay fine." I sigh and get up from my bed, "Oh. This little black dress is cute. I think it'll go good with those red heels I have."

She nods vigorously, "Yes yes yes!"

— — —

My heels clack against the road as we quickly cross with a group of people - all going to the same place we are.

I wrap my arms around myself trying to contain everything. My boobs are about to bust out of this dress.

The music is so loud I can hear it from down the street.

There's people hanging around outside, someone is behind held up doing a keg stand and the bystanders are chanting "Chug! Chug! Chug!"

I chuckle and look around for Margo.

"Hey." She comes up behind me, "Ready? Harry is inside. I wanna get a good look at him." She winks at me and heads for the steps.

I follow after her. She stops as we get inside, looking around in awe. "This is awesome! I'm going to get us a drink!" She yells over the music bumping.

I nod and walk over to a non crowded corner.

My eyes scan the room.

No, I'm not looking for Harry per say, but if he come into my line of vision, I wouldn't mind it. I only ever spoke to him once and he seemed higher than a kite. He bumped into me and didn't even apologize.

Asshole.

Margo comes up to me and hands me a solo cup containing a mystery beverage, "What is this?"

"I don't know, I told the guy making the drinks to make me something good." She goes to drink her concoction but I stop her, "Did you watch him make these? He didn't spike them did he?"

"Oh my god, Thea. Stop worrying so much. Just shut up and drink." She chugs her drink and throws her cup on the floor, "You're not done? Come on, I want to dance!"

I sigh and swirl the liquid around before downing it.

"Oh my god." I try not to gag, "That was so gross."

She grabs my hand, "Come on. Harry is over here. Let's give him a show." She drags me through the crowd of people, planting us directly in the middle.

She starts to move her body against mine. Her hands sliding down my sides. I slowly start to get into it, my hands dragging across hers, turning around to face her.

"He's watching." I see her lips mouth. She points to the left of us and there stands Harry with a bunch of guys and girl, his arm slung over the one red head.

I clench my jaw at the site.

Is it because I hate him? Is it because I'm jealous?

Honestly, I have no idea.

I look away from him but I can feel his stare on me. I bite my lip and start to get into dancing with Margo more. I turn her around and grab her hips as she grinds back onto me.

I flip my hair and slide my hand down her back, glancing over at Harry who now is standing up straight with his arms crossed.

I turn Margo around and I do to her what she did to me. When I look back, Harry's gone.

"Mind if I cut in?" A tall blonde asks slipping between us, "Sure." I smile slightly but that fades as he chooses to dance with Margo.

I stand there, looking around to see if anyone wants to dance with me. I quickly move off the dance floor and go back to my corner. My insecurities fighting their way to the surface.

I shouldn't have worn this dress. I should have just stayed home. I shouldn't be here.

"Hey pretty lady." A guy slams into the wall next to me, "What are y-ou doing all alone?" I lean away from him, "Too drunk. Nope." I go to walk away but he grabs my wrist and pulls me to him.

I yank my wrists but his grip is too tight for me to break free, "Don't be like that, baby." He leans in to try and kiss me but is shoved and he bounces off the wall onto the floor.

"She said no."

I look up to see Harry standing there. He looks over at me, "I told them not to let this shit head in anymore." He looks down at 'shit head' and moves his arm with his shoe, "Get out."

The guy gets up quickly and stumbles towards the door.

Harry looks over at me, "You alright?" I nod, "Um, yeah. I'm good." He nods, "You smoke?"

"Smoke what?" I ask, my innocence really showing.

He laughs and nods towards the stairs, "Come on." He starts to walk away and my legs automatically follow him.

As I follow him, I watch as his arm flexes with each grab of the railing. I think to myself how it would feel gripping my hair as I-

I'm lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize he stopped, "Oops. Sorry." I mumble as I step back from him.

"You're good. Here." He point to a door, "Come on." He opens the door and lets me walk in first. There's two guys sitting in low lounge chairs across from each other.

"What's up, Styles?" The one says holding out the, what I'm guessing is a blunt. Harry takes it and brings it up to his lips. I watch him as he slowly exhales the smoke.

My eyes go to the floor as he looks over at me, "This is y/n." I look up at the guys and hold my hand up, "Hi."

"This is Zayn and this is Louis." Harry walks over and plops down onto the third lounger, "Come here." I slowly walk over to him and he holds his hand out, "Sit."

"On your lap?" I whisper to him. He smirks and nods, "Only if you want to." I nod once before sliding onto his legs. He wraps an arm around my back to support me and lays the other one over my thighs.

"This party is getting boring." He states as he takes the blunt from, I think Louis.

"Yeah, that's why we're up here." Zayn laughs, "Too many people. I'm over it."

Louis agrees, "Totally. So y/n, you go to school here?" I turn my head to look at him and nod with a smile, "Yeah."

Harry nudges me and I look over and down at his hand. Between his ring covered fingers is the blunt with a line of smoke coming from it, "Want a hit?"

I slowly reach up and take the object into my own fingers and bring it up to my lips.

"Now you might cou-"

I cut Harry off with a vicious cough. I bring my arm up and cover my mouth with my elbow, "Oh god." I place my hand on my chest and calm down.

"Here love." Louis sets a water bottle into Harry's hand, "You ever smoke before?"

I shake my head, slightly embarrassed.

"Well congratulations, we just took your stoner virginity." Zayn smiles as he take a hit, "Welcome to the club."

I smile and look down at the blunt before taking another hit. This time I don't cough.

"Hold it for a few seconds before exhaling." Harry says watching me, "It'll feel so good." He lightly squeezes my thigh and I swallow anxiously.

I start to feel dizzy almost, but it's a good kind of dizzy.

"Do you guys do this all the time?" I giggle, "This is awesome."

"She's feeling good." Louis chuckles, "Oh to be a new stoner and not have to smoke so much."

I zone out of their conversation and turn my head to look at Harry. He has his head tilted back as he takes another hit. He opens his eyes and I smile at him when he looks at me.

He reaches up and grabs my chin, pulling me to him. His lips brush against mine, "Open and inhale." He says while holding in his breathe.

I do as he says and he exhales the smoke into my mouth. I hold it for a few seconds before exhaling the excess.

"Now that, my dear, is called shotgunning." Louis says proudly, "That's one of my favorite thing to do."

I keep my eyes on Harry as he brings the blunt to my lips. I wrap my lips around and close my eyes as I feel the smoke hit my throat. I tilt my head back and look down at Harry with a smirk.

He stay still but parts his lips, indicating he wants me to come to him. I lean down and press my lips to his before I lean back and blow the smoke into his mouth.

He shakes his head slightly with a smirk. His hand slides up and down my back and I feel it leave for a split second before it's right back to where it was.

"We're going to be right back." Zayn and Louis get up and leave the room.

"How do you feel?" Harry whispers lowly, "You look like you feel good."

I bite my lip at his words and nod slowly, "Why don't you find out." I shock myself with how confident I sounded just now, but I'm going to roll with it.

I shift so I'm straddling him, "That's why you brought me up here isn't it?" He raise show eye brows and tilts his head, "One of the reasons."

"Oh, okay. So why don't we just focus on the one reason now, and we can worry about the other ones after, yeah?" I watch as his lips curl into a smile and his perfect teeth pull his bottom lip between them.

Without another word spoken, he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me towards him, his lips attacking mine. I let out a slight whimper as his teeth sink down into my lip.

"You like that?" He asks lowly.

"Mhm." I lean back in and continue making out with him. His hands push my dress up and hie slips his fingers into the band of my panties, "These are mine now."

I nod and help him get them off. He stuff them into his pocket before his hand goes back to in between my legs, "Fuck. You're soaked already."

"I kept thinking about you." I whimper as he plays with my clit.

"Thinking about what?" He asks, watching my face twitch with pleasure, "Tell me and I'll give you more."

"You. Your cock." I gasp as he slides a finger up and down my slit, feeling how wet I am for him.

"What about my cock?" He circles around my opening and goes back to my clit, repeating the action until I answer.

"How good you'd feel in my pussy. My throat. Everywhere." I moan and tilt my head back as he slips a finger in, his rings pushing against my skin.

"Your throat huh? Are you giving me permission?" He brings a hand up and rubs his thumb over my lips and chin, "I'd love to fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours."

I wrap my lips around his thumb and nod as I look into his eyes.

His lips part as I suck and grind my hips on his hand.

"You dirty girl, fucking yourself on my fingers." He leans up and nips my chin, "I'll give you something better here in a little bit, hmm." He plants kisses along my jaw as he slips in another finger.

I moan and arch my back, pushing my hips down onto his fingers more, "Harry." I whimper gripping his shoulders, "I want more."

Without any hesitation, he gets a third inside me and I moan louder, "Fuck." He smirks and lets me grind on his hand, watching me.

"That's it, that's a good girl. You gunna cum for me? I can feel you tightening around my fingers." He whispers into my ear, "Be a good girl and cum for me."

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Harry." I reach down to grab his wrist, rocking my hips a little fast, "I'm gunna cum, oh fuck."

I tighten my thighs and throw my head back with a loud gasp. He tilts my head back to him and kisses me as I come down from my high, "You wanna taste yourself?"

I nod and stick my tongue out. He pulls his fingers out of my pussy slowly and brings them up, "Look at how wet you are, fuck." He inspects them and then lays them on my tongue.

I wrap my lips around them, sucking and swirling my tongue to get every part of his fingers I can.

He moan as he watches my actions, "You're so hot." He pulls his fingers out, "Let me fuck that mouth, baby."

I get off of him and he stands up, taking off his clothes, leaving him naked in front of me. His body is perfectly chiseled and his tattoos make it a thousand times better.

"Take your dress off, I need to see all of you." He starts to pump his cock as I slip out of my dress. I go to take my heel off but he stops me, "Leave 'em on."

I nod and get into my knees, "Fuck I can't wait to feel you gag on my cock." He says as he walks over to me. I look up at him and gently place my hands on his thighs.

"If I get to rough just tap me." He brushes my hair back and holds it into a ponytail. He brushes his cock against my lips and I open, tasting his leaking precum on my tongue.

He moans at the licks of my tongue, "Fuck." I start to bob my head before I push myself all the way down onto him, getting my breathing under control fairly quick.

He tightens his grip on my hair and starts to thrust in and out of my mouth, moaning and cursing with each thrust.

I can feel my eyes start to water and I blink, causing tears to fall down my cheeks. He pulls out and brings me up to my feet. He wipes away my tears and my smile at him, "Don't worry. They're good tears."

He smirks and kisses me again, backing me up until my legs hit the bed, the kiss getting hotter by the second.

"How do you want me to fuck you?" He whispers as he kisses down my neck and chest. He lays me back and kisses down my stomach and over my hips. He looks up at me, waiting for an answer.

I look down at him, "Hard and fast. Don't take it easy on me."

He smirks at my words and spreads my legs, "You're dripping for me, baby. Fuck." He leans in and licks a strip up my pussy and sucks on my clit. I gasp and arch my back off the bed, "Oh fuck."

He grips my hips to keep them on the bed and starts attacking my opening with his tongue. I reach down and tangle my fingers into his curly hair, pulling as he starts to vigorously eat me out.

"H-Harry.." I whimper and gasp as I can feel him bringing me towards my second orgasm of the night, "please don't stop. Please don't stop." I chant over and over, "fuck."

I let out a pleasured scream as Harry continues to eat me out through my high.

He pulls away and crawls up my tired body. He kisses me, shoving his tongue against mine so I can taste myself on him.

"Don't you taste good baby?" He groans as he slides his cock against my wet pussy, "I can't wait to feel inside of you."

I pull him closer to me and continue to kiss him.

The kiss is broken by both of us gasping as he slides into me, bottoming out right away.

"Oh shit. You're so fucking tight and wet, fuck." He curses in a deep groan.

"Fuck Harry I need you to move, please fuck me." I beg desperately.

He sits up, gripping my hips so hard his rings will leave bruises. He pins my hips down and starts to thrusts, not giving me a moment to prepare.

I let out a pleasured scream.

"That's if baby. Let everyone know how good I make you feel." He groans, "Fuck. Let your friend know that I'm fucking you instead of her."

I completely forgot about Margo, but I really don't care right now either.

"Harry. Harry. Fuck, Harry." I moan loudly, desperately trying to grip the sheets for leverage, "Fuckfuckfuck." I arch my back off the bed and moan.

"God damn. You're incredible." He praises, "Fuck."

He brings his thumb to my clit, viciously rubbing circles onto it.

I cum again, clenching around him as I arch and twist my body off the, now, sweaty sheets.

"Mm, fuck." Harry pulls out and I can feel his string of cum land on my stomach, "Shitshitshit." He pants quickly, "Fuck."

I lay there breathing heavy with my eyes closed for a few minutes until Harry comes back and wipes off the cum.

He plops down next to me and looks over at me as he brings one arm up behind his head, "Come here." He extends his free arm, inviting me to lay with him.

"You good?" He asks still breathing kinda heavy. I nod, "Oh yeah. I'm good."

He rubs my arm with his hand and I lay there listening to him breathe, "So how do you know who I am?"

He chuckles, "I've known who you are since the day I ran into you by accident."

I smile, "Really?"

"Yeah, I was so caught of guard by how pretty you were I panicked and all I could get out was-"

"Watch where you're going." I say with him.

He laughs, "Ha. Yeah. Exactly. You remember that?" I nod, "You really don't forget when Harry Styles bumps into you and doesn't apologize even though it's his fault." I giggle and poke his chest.

"Yeah. Yeah, sorry about that." He kisses my head and pulls me closer to him. "This probably isn't the best time, but would you want to go on a date with me?"

I smirk and look up at him, "Only if you roll another blunt for us."

He smiles and nods, "Deal."

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flourgirl · 3 years

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Even If It’s a Lie

Part I to “Even If It’s a Lie”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter drags you to one of his frat parties, and you realize something you should have a long time ago.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: SO much angst, and lots of pining from Y/N. A couple swear words here and there.

A/N: I liked writing the first one so much that I couldn’t stop when it came to this one! Enjoy :-)

“This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye” -The Last Time, Taylor Swift

“Pete, I don’t know about this…” you said, looking yourself up and down in the mirror. You looked like a completely different person in the short burgundy dress that MJ had picked for you. The shiny satin contrasted with your dirty, white sneakers that hadn’t seen the light of day since you played tennis in the 9th grade.

“Trust me,” MJ had said when she was choosing your outfit earlier that day, “You don’t wanna wear any shoes that you actually like to a frat.”

“Why can’t you go with him again?” you whined, wishing Peter had somebody, anybody else, to accompany him to his “induction ceremony” into Sig Ep.

“I don’t think I’m what any of those frat guys meant when they said ‘Bring a hot girl’. Plus, you were Peter’s first choice,” MJ replied, nonchalantly biting her nails as you held the dress up to yourself. “That’s the one.”

“I’m not hot,” you sighed as you started to hang the many rejected dresses spread across your floor back onto the rack. “I wore a sweater with a cat on it yesterday. That I hand-knitted.”

“Well... you’re cute. And that’s good enough. Plus, you can keep Parker from getting plastered. You know he’s a lightweight,” MJ laughed, reminding you of the many times Peter had called you to pick him up from a late night of partying.

“Yeah, I guess so,” you sighed, still worried about the fact that you did not like parties. Or strangers, or crowds, or really anything that involved socializing with more than four people at a time. Peter had been the same way all throughout high school. That’s what made you guys so close, but... things hadn’t been the same since you started college.

Peter ran from the other room, smoothing the wrinkles out of the gray t-shirt that fit him just right. You saw him grin from behind you in the mirror’s reflection, and he placed his hands on his shoulders, jostling you lightly.

“Y/N! Are you excited! It’s your first college party!” he exclaimed, spinning you around to look him in the eyes. You stared down at your feet, self conscious over how short you felt in your sneakers next to him.

“That’s not true. I’ve been to parties before! Ned’s birthday was just last month,” you reminded him. “Don’t you remember how you watched me bake a cake from scratch and your only ‘contribution’ was eating the buttercream?”

Peter laughed, ruffling your hair like you were his little brother. “No, Y/N, I meant a real party. With booze and music that’s so loud that you can’t hear what someone is saying. That kind of party.”

Your brows furrowed as you began to fully accept that Peter had changed. So, so much. He wasn’t the dorky kid from Queens that carried your books and watched your favorite animated movies with you just because anymore. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

It didn’t take his spidey-senses for Peter to realize how upset he had made you. “Y/N, I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean it like that. I just want you to experience everything college has to offer.”

“I think you do that enough for both of us,” you muttered, plopping dramatically onto the couch. Peter followed you, running his fingers gently across your arm as you pouted into a throw pillow. “Couldn’t you have asked any other girl to participate in your frat’s misogynistic tradition?”

“I didn’t want to ask anybody else,” Peter replied. You sat up to look at him, fixing your hair and smoothing out your dress. “I promise, Y/N. I miss you. We never hang out like we used to.”

You rolled your eyes. “And whose fault is that? You’re always—”

“—it’s mine. I know that. So, just come with me tonight and let me make it up to you,” he pleaded, pulling out his signature puppy dog eyes that you could never say no to. “Come on. All you have to do is say the word and we can leave, okay?”

“Okay.”

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Your nerves worsened the closer you got to the frat houses, not mentally prepared for how loud the music would be or all of the sweaty bodies that would inevitably be pressed against you on the dance floor.

As you approached Sig Ep, Peter gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. He looked deep into your eyes, “Y/N. I meant what I said. All you have to do is tell me that you’re ready to go and we’ll leave.”

“You promise?” you asked, chewing on your lip.

“Promise,” Peter smiled, holding out his pinky to intertwine with yours.

Some tall, buff guy was standing at the doorway and greeted Peter with a fist bump. “Hey, Parker! Good work with the dime! She got a boyfriend?” You recoiled at his attitude towards you. It was as if you weren’t even there.

“Nah, Ryan. She’s off limits.” Peter replied coolly, pulling you inside.

You heard Ryan wolf-whistle from his post, causing you to roll your eyes. “Hell yeah! Didn’t know little Petey had it in him!”

Peter wrapped his arm around you, partly to make you feel better, but also because there wasn’t much space for you two to squeeze your way into the kitchen. “Just ignore him,” he said, handing you a red plastic cup, a bottle of Sprite, and a shot glass of vodka.

You peered up at him, unsure. You weren’t much of a drinker, but maybe, just maybe, it would help you ease up on your nerves. Swirling the liquids together into the cup, you downed it before recoiling from the burn. Cheap vodka sucked, you remembered.

“That’s my girl!” you barely heard Peter say from right next to you, feeling him patting your back before he did two shots himself, swallowing them as if they were water. “Come on, I have some people who’ve been dying to meet you.”

The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy. He had called you his girl. You gripped his hand tightly as he led you down the hallway and onto the back patio, where a group of people sat crowded around a bonfire.

A girl with bleach blonde hair and a dark green dress that hugged her figure came running up to the two of you, practically jumping into Peter’s arms as she greeted him. “Peter! I’ve been waiting for you. Come on, you can sit next to me.”

She pulled Peter towards the bonfire, patting the empty spot on one of the benches next to her. Peter turned to nod at you, gesturing for you to follow them. Once again, it felt like you were invisible to almost everybody at this party.

The blonde girl leaned close to Peter’s face, giggling with an obvious drunkenness. “So, who’s your little friend?” she asked, waving her fingers towards you like you were some kind of pet.

“This is Y/N, my best friend.” Friend. That’s all you’d ever be to him, especially when there were girls like her around.

“Hi, Y/N! I’m Gwen. Gwen Stacy. Peter and I met in our thermodynamics class last semester,” she smiled, showing off her perfectly white teeth. “You should’ve seen him! He made everything look so easy.” You already knew that. Peter could do anything he set his mind to.

“Yeah...” you mumbled, refusing to make eye contact with her bright, gray eyes, which matched Peter’s shirt. “So, uh, who are you here with?”

“Oh, duh!,” she said before tapping the guy on her left’s shoulder, pulling him out of the conversation he was having with the people next to him. “This is Harry Osborn. We go way back. Harry, this is, uh…”

“Y/N,” you reminded her.

“Right! Y/N. She’s Peter’s friend,” Gwen told him. He nodded his head and offered a small wave before returning to his conversation. Of course, you thought to yourself. Peter had only asked you to come with him tonight because she was unavailable.

You stared back down at your stupid shoes as Peter and Gwen talked about titrations and bond solutions. Things that you knew nothing about. Was this why Peter was always out at parties? To see her?

You thought about Peter’s promise. Just tell him, you thought. Tell him you want to leave. But you knew that you wouldn’t. You knew that you couldn’t ruin Peter’s fun just because you decided to be a baby and get scared after just thirty minutes into your very first frat party.

Looking back up at Peter and Gwen, who now had her arms draped around his neck, you excused yourself to the restroom, wherever that was. You just needed a break. Peter nodded towards you before turning back to smile at Gwen.

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A banging on the bathroom door startled you. “Hey, uh, could you, like, HURRY UP? I have to take a piss,” a boy yelled from the other side. You got up from the edge of the bathtub that you had been sulking on for the past five minutes to open the door.

“Oh. Sorry, Y/N. Didn’t know it was you.” It was Flash Thompson. Flash, the guy who had made Peter’s life a living hell in high school. “God, you look good. Hey, how’s about you waiting out here for me and we could, you know, catch up?” He winked at you and you wanted to throw up.

Your first instinct was to say no. How could you give Peter’s bully the time of day? But you thought about Peter and Gwen. Gwen. Gorgeous and smart and better than you in every possible way, who was probably sitting in Peter’s lap by now and running her fingers through his hair. Your heartbeat quickened as rage rushed through your body. You wanted to hurt Peter, like he had hurt you. “Yes,” you replied, before he slammed the bathroom door in your face.

One minute later, you were pulling Flash down the stairs and towards the backyard. “You washed your hands, right?” you asked, desperately hoping that the answer would be yes.

“Don’t worry, babe. I just peed. Everyone knows that as long as you don’t get it on your hands you’re all good,” he mused. “You use less water that way, too. Save the planet, am I right?”

You dropped his hand, mentally rolling your eyes, and continued trudging towards the bonfire. You watched as Peter turned to smile at your reappearance, which swiftly dropped once he saw who you were with. It seemed like Gwen had backed off when you were gone too. Was this some kind of weird, territorial act that she was putting on to prove that Peter liked her and not you?

Maybe you were overthinking, but it was too late to backtrack. You sat back down on your place next to Peter, the awkwardness thick in the air. Flash had decided to squeeze himself between the two of you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

Peter leaned forward and shot you a dirty look, which you immediately recognized as his “What the fuck, Y/N?” face.

A familiar voice boomed from behind, and you turned around to find Ryan had finally tapped out of bouncer duty to join the festivities. “Who’s ready for Truth or Dare!”

Shit. You hated truth or dare. Peter knew that. Ever since you had been dared to kiss Tyler Rosado in the 7th grade and he laughed right in your face before flat out rejecting you, the game had become a sore spot.

But you looked at Peter, who was cheering alongside the rest of the group, excited as ever to participate in the game that you swore you’d never play again. He doesn’t care, you thought to yourself, not like he used to.

You felt a vibration from your pocket and scrambled to pull your phone out of your jacket. Well, Peter’s jacket. The one he had let you wear on the way here because you were cold. It was a text from MJ.

“How’s everything going?”

“Not good”, you replied, adding multiple sad face emojis at the end of your message.

“What did that idiot do this time?,” she asked. It was like you could hear her “I’m so going to beat Peter up for this” voice through the screen.

“I’ll tell you when I get back,” you sent, before locking your phone and sliding it back into the jacket pocket.

“Alright, alright, alright. So, who’s up first?” You heard Ryan ask, remembering the terrible event that was taking place right before you. “Hey! Gwen, how about you do us the honors?”

“Of course!” she chirped back. “I’m always up for a challenge.”

“I know you are,” Ryan laughed, causing the crowd of people to whoop and holler around you. “So, truth or dare.”

“Definitely dare,” she slurred, taking another sip from her beer.

“Who’s got a dare for pretty, little Gwen here? Anybody?” Ryan asked, looking around the backyard.

Flash raised his hand. Fuck. Why did you think that it would be a good decision in any way, shape, or form to bring him with you?

“Gwen, I dare you to make out with the hottest guy here!” he giggled, obviously thinking that she’d pick him. What a dumbass.

She smirked, before turning to Peter. “Gladly,” she said as she moved to press her lips against his. You struggled to watch as they made out right next to you, much to both you and Flash’s dismay. It felt like it had been going on for forever when they finally stopped sucking each other’s faces and the crowd’s cheers died down.

That was it. That was the last straw. You got up from where you were sitting and headed back towards the front door, having had enough of frat parties for the rest of your miserable life. Peter probably wouldn’t even notice that you were gone.

You felt hot tears fall down your cheeks as you stumbled out onto the sidewalk, calling MJ as fast as you could. “Could you come get me,” you managed to choke out. “This—this was a mistake. Please, just come get me.”

MJ asked for your address and let you know that she’d be by in a couple of minutes. You plopped onto the front steps, emotionally and physically exhausted from all that Peter had put you through tonight.

A few minutes later, MJ’s car pulled up in front of Sig Ep, and she ran out to hug you, gently rubbing your back to get you to stop crying. “Where is he?,” she asked angrily, glaring towards the frat house.

You pulled her back, sniffling at her, “Don’t. I just want to go home.”

“Fine. I’ll deal with him later,” MJ said, before the two of you got into her car and drove back to the apartment that you shared. Upbeat pop music played on the stereo, which you promptly shut off, preferring to mope with your head on the windowsill, staring out at the cloudy night sky.

MJ unlocked the front door, and you were greeted by Ned and Betty sitting on the living room floor around a Monopoly board. Betty was obviously winning, and Ned was almost bankrupt.

“Y/N!” Betty squealed, getting up off the rug to hug you. “Oh my god, what happened?”

“It was Peter,” MJ muttered, shooting daggers at Ned.

“What!? I can’t control him,” Ned tried to reason. “Y/N, on behalf of my idiot roommate, I’m sorry for whatever he did this time.”

“It’s okay, guys. I just really want to go to bed, okay?” you told them, heading towards your bedroom.

You kicked off your sneakers and threw Peter’s stupid jacket, which smelled just like him, onto the chair in the corner, plunking yourself face first into the mattress. Ned, Betty, and MJ stood in your doorway, watching the entire thing.

“Yeah… I don’t think she’s okay,” Ned whispered, loud enough for you to hear.

Betty hit him on the head. “Ow!,” Ned replied, rubbing his temple from where she had flicked him.

“Will you all just shut up and leave me alone!?,” you screamed, startling your friends.

“Yeah, of course. Just tell us if you need anything, Y/N. We’ll be right outside,” MJ reassured you, before shutting your door behind her.

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You woke up the next morning to the smell of blueberry pancakes and maple syrup wafting throughout the apartment. Dragging yourself to the bathroom, you wiped away the leftover makeup from last night and brushed your teeth, ready to forget about everything that had gone wrong yesterday.

“Good morning, Y/N!” Betty sang from the stove, placing yet another pancake onto the already towering pile before sliding the plate in front of you. “They’re for you. Blueberry, with a little bit of cinnamon, just like how you like ‘em!”

You managed to give her a weak smile, before digging into the breakfast she had so lovingly prepared for you. “Where’s MJ,” you asked, knowing that she would never still be asleep past 7 a.m.

“I’m not supposed to tell you…” Betty answered, obviously trying to deflect from wherever their roommate was. “Apple or orange juice?”

“Apple,” you replied. “No, seriously, Betty. Where is she?”

Betty placed the glass next to your plate of pancakes. A heavy silence hung all throughout the kitchen as you realized the only place that MJ could be right now. She was going to kill Peter.

“Oh my god!” you screamed, scrambling to pull your shoes on and running out the door. Betty mentally cursed herself out for not being able to keep a secret, chasing after you down the stairwell.

“Y/N! If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop! Please, MJ is just looking out for you!,” she panted from several stories ahead. Betty had no idea when you had gotten so fast.

“Don’t care! He’s my best friend!” you yelled back, before rushing out onto the sidewalk and running across campus towards Peter and Ned’s dorm room. You hated how much you still cared about Peter after all this time. You hated how much you loved him.

As soon as you reached their door, you frantically knocked on it until Ned opened up. “Oh, Y/N, you’re not supposed to be here. Hey, wait—”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence, squeezing your way past him and into their common room. There, MJ and Peter sat playing a game of chess. Until MJ transferred to your school, nobody had ever been able to beat Peter in chess. You scanned the board as they became aware of your presence, and felt a sense of pride seeing that MJ had his pieces tied up to ensure that she’d have a checkmate in five. He’d either have to resign or let her pick off his queen, two knights, and rook one by one.

“Oh,” you sighed with relief, seeing that Peter was still alive. Everyone in the room was staring at you, waiting to see what you had to say.

“Well. I’m going to head home. See you later, MJ. Bye!” You turned on your heels and headed towards the door, where Ned was standing with his jaw on the floor.

Peter scrambled to his feet as he caught up with you, grabbing your arm and spinning you around just as he had done yesterday. “Y/N. Let me explain,” he whispered softly, like there was nobody else in the room. Curse those damn puppy dog eyes. You were better than this. You needed to stick up for yourself.

“Goodbye, Peter,” you said, before breaking free of his grasp and walking out the door, doing your best not to cry in front of everybody.

He started to follow you before MJ pulled him back, uttering a simple “Don’t.”

Walking back to your apartment, you realized that you had been right all along. Peter had changed, and nothing was ever going to be the same between the two of you.

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marvelousell · 4 years

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Marvelousell’s Masterlist

Hello everyone, so I finally made a masterlist where you can find all my work! I hope you all enjoy reading the fics as much as I enjoyed writing them! ❤️

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Key:

💦 = smut

⚡️ = angst

🌸 = fluff

✨ = personal favourite

🌪 = s+a+f

If there’s a ** next to a work it means that the writing is about the actor’s character that they’ve played (e.g Peter Parker)

Updated 07/19/20

One-shots

Please, love 💦 ⚡️

↳ Summary: The reader is not ready for her first time with Tom, but they still have some fun together

↳ Pairing: Tom x Female reader

Hold me ⚡️🌸

↳ Summary: The reader has a physical abusement past that Tom doesn’t know about. During a heated argument with Tom you can’t help but remember every bad moment from the past

↳ Pairing: Tom x Female reader

Kiss it better 🌪

↳ Summary: After a long and stressful day at work, Tom let his anger out on you during sex. Tom feels sorry after it, showing you how much he cares

↳ Pairing: Tom x Female reader

Dear princess 🌸 **

↳ Summary: Peter dating an Asgardian princess, sister of Thor and Loki

↳ Pairing: Peter Parker x Odinson!sister

Long days 💦

↳ Summary: Lockdown can be pretty boring, but your roommate Tom can make everything more enjoyable

↳ Pairing: Roommate!Tom x Female reader

Help me out 💦 🌸 ✨

↳ Summary: Mob!Tom shows you who you belong to after putting a show for him with a not so typical interrogation

↳ Pairings: Mob!Tom x Mob!reader, Mob!Seb x Mob!reader

Coconut & Vanilla evenings 💦 🌸

↳ Summary: An evening massage session with Tom leads to slow and sensual sex

↳ Pairing: Tom x Female reader

New girl ⚡️ 🌸

↳ Summary: CEO!Tom defends the new intern that caught his eye in his company

↳ Pairing: CEO!Tom x Intern!reader

Blurbs

Birthday vacay 💦

↳ Summary: Tom surprises you with a vacation for your birthday to Guadeloupe and you show him how thankful you really are

↳ Pairing: Tom x Female reader

Scotch & Mint 💦

↳ Summary: CEO!Tom finally makes a move on his favourite coworker showing her how insane she makes him feel

↳ Pairing: CEO!Tom x Female reader

Bubble bath & kisses 🌸

↳ Summary: After an exhausting day Tom comes home to you that can only make him feel relaxed, the bubble bath was just a bonus

↳ Pairing: Tom x Female reader

My little Spanish girl 💦 **

↳ Summary: Peter loves to hear you speak Spanish during sex

↳ Pairing: Peter Parker x Spanish!reader

Can we? Pt 2. ⚡️

↳ Summary: After sharing the news with your boyfriend, both of you are in a situation where you need to figure out what you want and need in your life

↳ Pairing: Tom x Pregnant!reader

Headcanons

Let me see them 💦

↳ Summary: Tom reacting to your surprise aka your new nipple piercings

↳ Pairing: Tom x Female reader

Series

The Agreement 🌪 [ongoing]

Pt 1. // Pt 2. // Pt 3. // Pt 4. // Pt 5. // Pt 6. // Pt 7. // Pt 8. // Pt 9. // Pt 10. // Pt 11. // Pt 12. // Pt 13. // Pt 14. // Pt 15.

↳ Summary: Tom is a typical frat boy, his love for partying, drinks and girls are bigger than his ego. Y/N is a whole different dimension, she keeps her circle small, and even though she knows her best friend Tom is a total douche, she can’t say no to the little deal that was sealed between the two of them

↳ Pairings: Frat Boy!Fwb!Tom x Female reader, Frat Boy!Harrison x Female reader

One-shots

Surprises 💦

↳ Summary: The sexy photoshoot of yours that was a surprise for Sebastian caught the attention of his colleagues, making Sebastian jealous

↳ Pairing: Sebastian x Model!reader

Help me out 💦 🌸 ✨

↳ Summary: Mob!Tom shows you who you belong to after putting a show for him with a not so typical interrogation

↳ Pairings: Mob!Tom x Mob!reader, Mob!Seb x Mob!reader

Solutions 💦

↳ Summary: After you couldn’t find the book you needed for your assignment your Literature Professor helps you out with it and with something more

↳ Pairing: Professor!Seb x Student!reader

Blurbs

Tell me about your day 💦 🌸 ✨

↳ Summary: Cockwarming with Sebastian after a long day at work

↳ Pairing: Mob!Seb x Female reader

Be a good doll 💦

↳ Summary: Jealous Sebastian and spanking

↳ Pairing: Sebastian x Female reader

Headcanons

Curiosity killed the cat 💦

↳ Summary: Jealous sex with Mob!Seb

↳ Pairing: Mob!Seb x Female Reader

One-shots

Green with envy 💦 ✨

↳ Summary: Being close to both Henry and Chris, your co-stars was amazing. After a hot make out scene for the movie with Henry, Chris finally shows you who you belong to revealing his feelings

↳ Pairings: Chris x Female reader, Henry x Female reader

Bippity, boppity, baby 🌸

↳ Summary: You and Dodger made a surprise for your husband Chris to announce your pregnancy to him

↳ Pairing: Chris x Pregnant!reader

Keep it in your mind 💦

↳ Summary: Chris gets jealous when a co-star flirts with you during an award show

↳ Pairings: Chris x Female reader, Henry x Female reader

Show me 💦 **

↳ Summary: After a long day at work Andy just wants you to relax starting with a drink at his house

↳ Pairing: Andy Barber x Female reader

Lemonade 💦 **

↳ Summary: A marriage that is full of lies and infidelity makes you realize how Andy is the one you need [Based on the song Lemonade by Nicole Dollanganger]

↳ Pairing: Andy Barber x Wife!reader

You only 💦**

↳ Summary: Two different sides that Steve owns with his girl

↳ Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female reader

Headcanons

Stuck inside 🌸 💦

↳ Summary: You, Chris, Dodger and Scott stuck inside the house during quarantine

↳ Pairing: Chris x Female Reader

Blurbs

Be mine 💦 **

↳ Summary: Andy showing his girl how much he really likes her and how much he wants her to be only his [Based on the song Dirty Mind by Boy Epic]

↳ Pairing: Andy Barber x Bartender!reader

Rendezvous 💦✨ **

↳ Summary: Soft touches, intimate moments and secret Rendezvous with Andy Barber [Based on the song Rendezvous by Miss Benny]

↳ Pairing: Andy Barber x Female reader

I’m your Doll 💦 **

↳ Summary: CEO!Andy showing his favourite bartender how much he enjoys her company [Based on the song I’m Your Doll by FKA twings]

↳ Pairing: CEO!Andy x Bartender!reader

Safe place 🌸 **

↳ Summary: Steve and the reader taking care of each other

↳ Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female reader

One-shots

Green with envy 💦 ✨

↳ Summary: Being close to both Henry and Chris, your co-stars was amazing. After a hot make out scene for the movie with Henry, Chris finally shows you who you belong to revealing his feelings

↳ Pairings: Chris x Female reader, Henry x Female reader

Keep it in your mind 💦

↳ Summary: Chris gets jealous when a co-star flirts with you during an award show

↳ Pairings: Chris x Female reader, Henry x Female reader

One-shots

All in one night 🌸 ✨

↳ Summary: After years of dating, Tom wanted you to be his lovely wife and to start a family with you. Little did he know that both will come true just in one night

↳ Pairing: Tom x Pregnant!reader

Just the three of us 🌸

↳ Summary: Tom showing you how much he loves you and the baby growing inside of you, even if it wasn’t planned

↳ Pairing: Tom x Pregnant!reader

Blurbs

Family portrait 🌸

↳ Summary: Dad!Tom being proud of his daughters first drawing

↳ Pairing: Dad!Tom x Daughter, Tom x Female reader

One-shots

My dearest ⚡️

↳ Summary: Harrison realises how his past actions were wrong after seeing you in a wedding dress

↳ Pairing: Harrison x Female reader

Headcanons

Social distancing 🌸 💦

↳ Summary: How you and Harrison spend time in his apartment during quarantine

↳ Pairing: Harrison x Female reader

Crushes 💦

↳ Summary: Harrison gets jealous because of your little crush on Harry Styles

↳ Pairing: Harrison x Female reader, Harry Styles x Female reader

Anniversary troubles 💦

↳ Summary: Troubles that both you and Harrison face during your 3 years anniversary in the house you share with the boys

↳ Pairing: Harrison x Female reader

With you 🌸💦

↳ Summary: Harrison and the reader trying for a baby

↳ Pairing: Harrison x Wife!reader

Series

The Agreement 🌪 [ongoing]

Pt 1. // Pt 2. // Pt 3. // Pt 4. // Pt 5. // Pt 6. // Pt 7. // Pt 8. // Pt 9. // Pt 10. // Pt 11. // Pt 12. // Pt 13. // Pt 14. // Pt 15.

↳ Pairings: Frat Boy!Fwb!Tom x Female reader, Frat Boy!Harrison x Female reader

Headcanons

Lazy days 💦 🌸

↳ Summary: How you and Calum spend your free day inside

↳ Pairing: Calum x Female reader

Blurbs

Sweet mornings 💦

↳ Summary: Lazy morning sex with Calum

↳ Pairing: Calum x Female reader

Blurbs

I’m here 🌸

↳ Summary: Grayson takes care of you when a bad migraine ruins your day

↳ Pairing: Grayson x Female reader

Always by your side 🌸

↳ Summary: How Grayson helps you to calm your anxiety

↳ Pairing: Grayson x Female reader

Headcanons

Crushes 💦

↳ Summary: Harrison gets jealous because of your little crush on Harry Styles

↳ Pairing: Harrison x Female reader, Harry Styles x Female reader

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luxekook · 4 years

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prologue.

⇥ pairing: taehyung x reader; eventual bts/ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 1.8k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, dirty talk, kissing, deception, taehyung with blue hair (aka LETHAL)

PROLOGUE

Spring of Sophomore Year - 11:52pm

"If it gets any hotter in here, we'd need jackets to enter the fucking gates of Hades."

My stellar observation goes by unappreciated, but I'm not shocked. The music thumps heavily through the house at a deafening decibel and the only methods of communication are screaming or sign language - I had done neither.

Earlier, when my roommate Luna told me about this particular party, I had hesitations for several reasons:

This party is being held at the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) house - a house known for its wild parties, excessive drinking, and dangerously attractive brothers.

I am not a huge fan of the aforementioned features or the trouble that always seems to accompany them.

It's Harry Potter Weekend and I am going to miss the fucking Goblet of Fire for this.

Long story short, Luna convinced me to go with her with promises of pizza and our own Harry Potter marathon tomorrow. Her promises in mind, I square my shoulders and motion for Luna to follow me to the slightly quieter kitchen on the other side of the living room.

As we cross the crowded room, Luna tugs on my wrist and tilts her head subtly towards the corner where four very large, very attractive guys are playing a rowdy game of beer pong, while three (equally attractive) others lounge against the wall watching. Taking a closer look, I notice that the two at the far end of the table seem to be winning. The one with light pink hair takes his shot and curses loudly when he misses. Annoyed, the other shoves him out of the way, lines up to shoot, and pauses. Our eyes meet.

A shiver runs down my spine as his dark gaze rests on me. His jaw is clenched and chiseled, his lips are set firmly but wickedly full. His black t-shirt stretches over wide, solid shoulders and I can almost make out the muscles that ripple beneath. His right arm is still poised to take his shot, and I can't help but notice how his bicep strains the fabric of his sleeve and how his large, tanned hand completely dwarfs the pong ball.

I barely remember to breathe as I realize his gaze is making his own assessment of me. I can feel his dark eyes rake over me, and it makes my skin buzz. His eyes trail over my black crop top down to my ripped black jeans, and blatantly checks out my legs.

Suddenly, his pink-haired partner elbows him, shattering our little moment. Shakily taking a breath, I turn to Luna who has an eyebrow raised at me. She grabs my hand and practically drags me into the kitchen. I sip my drink and fight the urge to look back.

The minute we enter the mostly empty kitchen, Luna whips around to face me, "Were you just openly eye-fucking Kim Taehyung, (y/n)?" I choke on my beer.

"Who?" I croak, still coughing to clear my windpipe of what I'm certain is shitty Natty Light. Rolling her eyes, Luna shakes her head at me like a disappointed parent, "Kim Taehyung. You know, the pledge master for BTS? Was just with his frat brother Park Jimin?"

She pauses dramatically, seeming to be waiting for some kind of response. I stare at her blankly.

Scoffing, Luna continues, "They were the ones playing pong just now, dumbass. The blue-haired one is Taehyung. You know, the one you were mentally undressing-"

"Okay," I cut her off, "I'm sorry to say that I haven't paid much attention to the members of our 'legendary' fraternities."

Pretending like I never interrupted, she resumes, "-with your eyes. Everyone knows who they are. You just live under a rock that you call the library..."

I close my eyes and pray for deliverance as Luna trails off.

"Can I get you another drink?" A deep voice definitely not belonging to Luna breaks the short silence. Opening my eyes, my vision focuses on the voice's source – a cute BTS pledge. His eyes are focused entirely on Luna, who suddenly seems unnaturally shy. She sends me a searching look, and I nod in response. Smiling, she turns back to the boy, "Yeah, I'm Luna by the way, and this is (y/n)."

“Jaehyun," he answers, giving me a head tilt while placing a palm on Luna's back. He slowly guides her from the kitchen towards where the keg was in the living room. Sending a glance over her shoulder, Luna meets my eyes and I wave my phone at her as a silent reminder to update me. She winks and disappears into the living room.

Sighing, I lift myself onto the kitchen counter to give my feet some reprieve from these heeled boots and reapply my blood red lipstick using my phone camera. Satisfied, I check the time.

12:01am. Not nearly late enough for Luna to want to leave - especially now...

Suddenly, a now-familiar buzz sizzles across my skin. Drawing my gaze up from my phone, two unopened cans of beer held by long, strong fingers meet my vision. I drag my eyes up past thick wrists and corded arms. Up goes my gaze past flexed biceps, across a broad chest, and finally my eyes meet his.

He looms over me, all broad and imposing.

"Hey," his husky voice - just slightly deeper, raspier than Jaehyun's - murmurs, "I'm Taehyung. I brought this for you."

Taehyung's intimidating; his stare is direct and unwavering. Heat rolls off him in waves, and if this party was hotter than hell, that must make him the devil.

Our fingers brush as I accept his slightly outstretched offering, and I swear I would feel the reoccurring zings for the next week. "Hey, thank you. I'm, uh..." I trail off, Taehyung's dark eyes staring at me from this close make me seem to lose all power of speech. God, do eyes that color really exist? Apparently, they do – deep brown mixed with flecks of amber, hypnotizing.

I clear my throat and try to force my last two brain cells to work together, "I'm (y/n)."

He's smirking slightly now, the gesture pulling forth the cutest flush of pink in his cheeks, "Nice to meet you, (y/n)." And I swear he says my name like he's caressing it, tasting it for the first time.

Damn, he's unholy. Where is my snarky, inner bad bitch when I need her?

"Did you win your game? Seems like you might have been a little... distracted," I smirk, there she is. I crack open my beer and revel in the emitting hiss.

A flicker of heat bursts through those brown eyes as he leans closer still, enveloping me with his intoxicating cologne. He smells like autumn woods with a hint of fresh lemon; he smells like trouble.

Taehyung sets his beer down and places his arms on either side of me - caging me in. "Things were going just fine 'til this girl came strutting through the room in some tight fucking jeans," his tongue flicks over his lower lip, "So, yeah, you could say I got a little distracted."

"I do not strut," I object, narrowing my eyes at him - daring him to contradict me.

He's undeterred, "Yeah, you do, jagi." His eyes are full of mirth and he's clearly enjoying getting a reaction from me, "It's hot."

I bristle, unsure if I should accept that 'compliment' at face value, "Does this work on most girls? You know, the whole cornering her while you give her lame compliments thing?"

He looks surprised for a second, but then his head tilts back and he lets out one of the most endearing laughs I've ever heard - all unrestrained and unabashed pleasure.

Still chuckling, he tilts his head, eyes darting all over my face - lingering on my lips, "Where did you come from, (y/n)?"

Within seconds we're making out like unsupervised high school students, right in the middle of the damn kitchen. I let out an embarrassing moan when he bites my bottom lip then sucks on it. Expertly coaxing my lips apart, his tongue meets mine in a feverish tangle while his hands grip my waist - pulling me into him.

The way that Kim Taehyung kisses is unlike anything I've ever experienced. It's hot and demandingly deliberate with a possessiveness that sends a ripple of electricity through me. I'm playing with fire, making out with him, but at this moment I can't find it in me to give a single fuck.

Blazing lips suck and bite at the side of my neck and –

"(y/n)?"

The franticly questioning voice draws nearer as I open my eyes and tear myself away from Taehyung's wicked mouth. Luna's there, peering around Taehyung's shoulder, and I can immediately tell that something is seriously wrong.

Shoving Taehyung away from me, I jump down from the counter and stumble - completely forgetting I was in three-inch heeled boots. Taehyung’s hands shoot out around my waist to stabilize me, "Whoa, easy there, (y/n)."

"Get your lecherous paws off her, Kim," my eyes dart to Luna, shocked at her tone but proud of her vocabulary, "(y/n), we have to go."

"What's going on?" I'm at a loss, and I hate it, "Are you okay? Where's Jaehyun? Do I need to chop his dick off?"

Taehyung lets out a choking sound beside me, but I pay him no mind - chicks before dicks, hoes before bros, besties before testes, etc. etc.

"What I'm planning is much worse," Luna mutters with a strange glint in here eye as she pulls me away from Taehyung and levels him with an icy stare, "Listen, Kim, I know all about your little task for the pledges. Seriously, forcing them to get with as many girls as possible before they get their letters? Are you that much of a chauvinistic asshole?"

I whip around to face Taehyung, who seems to have become intensely interested in his beer, "Is this true?" He says nothing. I stalk up to him, shoving a finger in his chest, "Is. It. True."

His beautiful, guilty eyes flicker up to meet mine, and my heart sinks.

"Fuck. You." My words come out as a whisper but are still vicious enough to make Taehyung stagger back.

With that, Luna and I stalk out of the party - heads held high and arms linked.

Returning to our dorm, we make a pact to avoid all frat boys and christen it with pizza. She never tells me how she found out about the stupid pledge task; I'm smart enough to know that she must have had her reasons.

But I wasn't smart enough to stop thinking about Kim Taehyung.

I played with fire.

I should have known I'd get burned.

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harryskalechips · 4 years

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The rookie in the playing field

A/n This was really cute, i think it might be a fav! Anyways, this is just a one shot, I don’t think I’ll be writting another part unless someone requests LOL anyways, enjoy!

Harry has had the longest crush on his best friend’s sister, luckily for him a beer pong game got him just where he needed to be. With her.

fluff and mentions of smut! ( not edited )

Word count: 2008

The loud music was blasting through the Alpha Sigma Phi frat house. It wasn’t a surprise since parties and raves were always occurring throughout the week for the boys to have some fun. Y/N however, usually never came to these parties. She knew better than to get pissed drunk in a house full of horny men.

Tonight though was different. It wasn’t the cliché story of her going to meet a frat boy who needed her to tutor him. It was her older brother who called her down to the house for an “emergency” yet she didn’t know what had actually happened. Thomas, her older brother made a bet with his best friend Harry, another member of their frat. The bet was just on a game of beer pong, being the competitive duo they are, Thomas bet his sister in exchange for Harry’s range rover. Too bad, Thomas knew exactly what his best friend’s weakness is; his little crush on his baby sister.

“Thomas!” Y/N calls her brother’s name as she catches a sight of him lying on the wall near the steps entering the house. “Are you okay? What happened?” She asks frequently, touching her brother and checking if he’s been hurt.

“Oh yay! My baby sister is here!” Thomas enthusiastically says as he trips over himself, trying to get up. He’s very well drunk.

“What’s wrong? Why did you call me?” Y/N couldn’t help but feel angry at her brother who called her to his house foolishly for no reason.

“You got to help me sis.” Thomas slurs as he drags his sister into the house. It was loud, the string lights that once hung on the walls now dragged on the wooden floors as college students danced and slobbered on one another. Thomas brings her to their living room as she catches a sight of a sober Harry sitting on the couch unamused, as he watches his friends play another stupid college game. “Harry!” Thomas yells as he drags you closer towards his best friend. “Look, I brought Y/N!” Y/N closes her eyes in embarrassment as Harry looks at her.

She knew Harry for two years now as he was a senior and she’s a junior. She met him a couple times when he would come over for family dinners or when she would visit her brother. He was very quiet though… around her. He never tried to get to know her, only catching him stare at her a couple times or little smiles from here to there. Yet, the funny thing is Harry didn’t mind being loud and friendly to her parents. He didn’t mind participating in the parties with her brother. He was also carrying the reputation around the university that he was indeed the hottest guy any girl can sleep with. She had a bit of a crush on him because he was so mysterious. She wanted to know who he was.

“Why did you bring her?” Harry asks unimpressed as he keeps a frown on his face.

“Our bet was-” Thomas slurs as he let’s go of his sister’s hand.

“I know what it was.” Harry interrupts. He didn’t want drunk Thomas to let Y/N know that Harry was interested in taking her on a date. He didn’t want Y/N to know he had this crush on her ever since she sat in the back of her brother’s car while he glanced at her through the rear mirror.

She was breathtaking, At least for Harry. He liked how simple she was. Her casual wear was just leggings and a sweatshirt. She didn’t wear too much makeup and she spent all her time in the library. She may be the cliché girl any frat boy can fall head over heels for but for Harry, he likes to think he was different. She was simple yet she was daring. She hides her dirty wild side that Harry wanted to see so badly. He heard Thomas once in a while skip over some details about her when she was in high school and he was interested almost suddenly. How little did Thomas know that his best friend and his little sister had so much in common.

“She shouldn’t be here right now, Thomas.” Harry looks at his best friend as the girl beside him took a few steps back. Y/N was definitely feeling the vibe Harry didn’t want her presence at the moment.

“You asked for her.” Thomas blurts out as Y/N widens her eyes. Harry asked for her to be here tonight?

“Not tonight though, There’s so many guys here who are way out of their minds, She’s not safe.”

“I think I can handle myself, Harry.” She interrupts their discussion as she steps up once again. “Why did you ask for me anyways?” Thomas laughed… like really hard. Their friends around them are smirking at the conversation being held between the three.

“Y/N, did you know Harry and I had a bet while playing beer pong today? He won but like I’m pretty sure he cheated.” Thomas yells over the loud music.

“Okay.” Y/N glances at Harry who was staring at the coffee table, clenching his jaw hard.

“Thomas, shut up.” Harry stands up and threatens his best friend to close his mouth. In reality, Harry was only acting this way because his secret would be blurted out tonight. Of course, he wanted to take Y/N on a date but not tonight! He wanted to do it romantically and not have his drunk best friend call her over not even 15 minutes after the game.

Thomas rolls his eyes. “Y/N, Harry has a crush on you!” Thomas smiles at his little sister as she widens her eyes, caught off guard. Harry likes me? Y/N thought to herself. The boy gave no signs whatsoever, he can have anybody in the world but he’s interested in me?

“I do-” Harry stutters trying to stare Y/N in the eyes but he can’t, especially when he knows damn well it’s a lie.

“Harry, it’s fine! I support it! Now you two go to a room and fuck so I can find some girl for myself!” Thomas waddles to his friends and lands on them, making them groan.

Without a word, Harry drags Y/N to his room upstairs leaving the party to the rest of the boys. Y/N stands awkwardly in his clean room, taking in her surroundings of the pretty drawings and paintings pinned up around his walls. Harry lets out a sigh as he locks his door and faces Y/N. He’s never really had a conversation with her. The real tense aura swirls around them both as Harry has his hands on his hips, what should he do?”

“So do you like me or not?” Y/N asks as she keeps her hands in the back of her jean pockets, biting her lip. What should she do?

Harry looks up at her and stares at her pretty mouth. Fuck, the things he can do to that naughty thing. “Yeah, I do.” He closes his eyes. One may probably wonder why it was so hard for a frat boy to confess his feelings to his best friend’s sister. You may probably wonder why is Harry acting like Edward when he first took in Bella’s scent. He’s acting as if resents the poor girl in front of him, even though that is far from the reality he faces.

“Why are you acting like that?” Y/N continues on, “Why do you always act like that?” Harry lifts his eyes to see her, standing in his room with a pout.

“Like what?”

“Like you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, Y/N” He walks closer to her as he lets his shoulders fall. For the first time, they both enjoyed each other’s warmth. Something they both have been looking for ever since they met one another. “I’m just shy.” He smirks while she laughs and walks away from him so she can sit on his bed.

“Shy? More like avoiding being with me in the room almost every time.”

“I’m here now though, aren’t I.” He shrugs his shoulders and puts his hands in his jeans as he walks to sit beside her on the bed.

“You know I don’t know anything about you right?” Y/N smiles at him as she eyes his picture frames filled with his family, she assumed.

“My fault.” He laughs. “Look, I do want you to know more about me. I mean, I like you I really do.” he pauses, “Tonight, Thomas and I had a bet and he made the whole thing up, I wasn’t going to disagree with it because I kind of wanted it too.”

“What was it?”

“We made a bet on my range rover and me getting a date with you.” His cheeks flush red as he laughs. The first real emotion that Y/N had ever witnessed from him, at least for her anyways.

“So you like me?” She bites her lip.

“Well, you don’t have to like me back. Maybe go on a date with me?”

“What happens if I tell you…” Y/N teases as she makes her way in the center of his bed right before taking off his shoes.

“What?” He smirks at her as he watches her get comfortable in his bed.

“I like you too. Since the first time I saw you.” He widens his eyes as he takes his shoes off too and hovers over her.

“You did, Baby? You thought I was cute too?” He teases her as he kisses the top of her nose.

“More like hot.” She licks her lips as she watches his breathing change.

“I wish I can take you here right now.” He whispers in her ear as he takes a hold of her hips right underneath her sweater.

“I wish too.” Y/N intertwines her fingers into his hair.

“Can’t though, wanna treat you right. Take you on a proper date first love.”

“Can’t we just say this is a pre date ice breaker.” She runs her finger mischievously down his throat.

“I don’t know about that.”

“Wanna feel you though!” Y/N whines. She may look like an innocent girl but Harry wasn’t wrong, she was a bit wild, she just never appears at the frat parties.

“You want me to touch you?” Harry runs his fingers to her core, biting his lip as he watches her bite hers too.

“I just want you.” She pouts. “I have to tell you something though.” She lets out a sigh. “I’ve never.. I haven’t had-”

“You’re a virgin.” Harry stares into her eyes seriously. He didn’t want her first time to be with him after she just found out about his major crush on her. She nods her head and fervently tries to reply.

“‘M not trying to tempt you or use you! I just want you to be my first. I really like you and you know you’re hot!” Her cheeks flush as she tries to hide in his pillows. Harry straddles her, careful to not put all his weight on her.

“I’m hot so you want me to be your first so you can tell all the girls you slept with me.” Y/N couldn’t tell if he was disappointed in her. He was right but in a way he was also wrong. She wanted it to be him because he turned her on so well. She was attracted to him and she wanted to have this bond with him, that even if they never get together and they forget each other, he’ll always have some type of mark on her.

“Well, basically?” She shrugs her shoulders as his smile re appears. He bends down to kiss me as I take in his soft plump lips.

“Okay, but let me take you out first.” He murmurs against my lips as we continue to make out.

“Alright.”

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itswildwinters · 4 years

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Seeing as it’s the holidays for me, I’ve had time to read (and re-read) quite a lot of fics, and I felt like sharing some of them with you. It’s my first time doing a fic recs post, so I hope it’s useful and not too much of a mess, especially since it’s quite long!

If you do end up reading any of these stunning fanfics, don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show your appreciation!

Enjoy!! ✩

✩ baby blue by @soldouthaz (39k)

summary: Harry Styles takes his time coming out to greet them. Louis only knows what he’s seen on file and what he’s heard them talking about, but he fully lives up to the image he had inside of his head.

He saunters down the front steps of the farmhouse in his Levi’s, brown snakeskin boots curving out from underneath the denim Louis’ sure he had specially made. He’s got on a plaid button-down tucked into the jeans because of course he does, curls spilling out from either side of his cowboy hat around his sunglasses and country-tan skin.

“Harry Styles,” he drawls, extending a hand to Louis’ manager, “Pleased to meet ya’ll.”

I loved the dynamic between Cowboy Harry and Celebrity Louis. What I also really enjoyed about this fanfic is that the depiction of farm life was accurate. The way the story is written really gets you into action, so that you can picture everything quite well through the Louis-centric third point of view.

✩ The Space Between by @lads-laddylads (39k)

summary: Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why. Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

A/B/O fanfic. I loved how Alpha Harry acted upon seeing Louis for the first time. You can really feel the tension and attraction through the screen, which is one of my all time favourite things. The way their relationship builds up is a delight, and Louis is a darling and so courageous in the end with how he deals with Harry, even when Harry is being an idiot. The connection they have at the end... just wow!

✩ fae series: Boiling Blood Will Circulate and Warming The Air Of The World by @crazyupsetter (42k and 3k)

summary of Boiling Blood Will Circulate: The wait isn’t long before something starts rustling in the bushes. Harry takes aim, squeezes the trigger, body moving unconsciously. They’re motions he’s done a thousand times before, and his body knows how to do it without the input of his brain now. It’s what makes him such a good shot.

He misses. The shot misses.

Something howls in the woods, a pretty clear indication that Harry hit it, but there’s no telltale sounds of a big body dropping, no animal charging out at him to take him out before he can finish the job.

Something does turn and run, though. “Fuck,” Harry spits out, scrambling to his feet and slinging the rifle back over his shoulder, giving chase. He’s not going to lose this hunt.

The trail of blood goes on longer than Harry thought it would. He doesn’t know how long he runs for, but his muscles are burning, chest heaving with exertion, until the trail just - goes dead. No more blood, just like that.

“Fuck,” Harry says.

I am a sucker for fantasy/supernatural fanfics, and this one is absolutely incredible. The suspense in there is well-built, and the dynamic between Louis and Harry leaves you hungry for more. There’s a lot of blood in this series, so if you’re not into that you should be careful, but for me the author really puts into perspective how complicated and different from mankind faeries are.

✩ With a whimper by @kitundercover (132k)

summary: Dystopian AU. Louis has been alone for too long to remember how not to be, and Harry has too much to worry about to deal with a scrawny, wild, stranger.

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The man grips his arm tightly. “You’re not going to say anything.” It’s not a question.

Louis shakes his head, his body twitching.

“Fine.” Large green eyes survey him before letting go. “It’s cold. Take this. Wear it.”

Louis can’t help another flinch as the man’s long scarf is wrapped around his tender neck, it’s still warm. He touches the soft material. “Thank you.”

The man bears his teeth. “Don’t thank me. Don’t ever thank me.”

If you are into dystopian works, and doesn’t mind violence, blood and gore, this fic will make your day! I loved the world-building, the way it’s written, how Louis’ character is portrayed and how strong he is. I just couldn’t stop reading once I began. The secrets of the plot, the fear of the characters, and the curiosity that sparks within you as you read contribute into making this fic a unique one that’s so worth the read.

✩ Soaked In The Blood Of Angels by @crazyupsetter (40k)

summary: The boy looks drugged, caught between a man who’s almost twice his size and a girl who looks like she wouldn’t even break a sweat snapping him in half despite her small stature, eyes closed and mouth open as he pants, arching up between them almost as if he’s trying to escape.

Normally, Harry would ignore it and continue on his search for someone to drink from, someone who wouldn’t mind his sharp teeth and rough hands. He’s seen plenty of boys like this one, ones who picked the wrong playmates, and if he stopped to rescue every single one of them he would have died from thirst a long time ago.

This one, though. There’s something about this one, the sheen of his bright blue eyes as he blinks slowly, looks around as though he doesn’t know where he is, the weakness of his hands as he tries to push the girl off of him and make his escape.

Another magnificent creatures/fantasy fanfic. The writing is absolutely exquisite, and I love how hard to get Louis is. The violence between Louis and Harry might bother some people, but to me it really spiced up their relationship and made Louis and Harry, who are creatures of gloom, particularly interesting and even real, somehow.

✩ Play Pretend, Find a Friend? by @angelichl (40k)

summary: They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy’s face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips.

“Hi,” he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. “Sorry. Is this okay?”

The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis’ waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, “Definitely.” And then he kissed harder.

When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.

Where do I start? I usually don’t like fake-relationship AUs since most of the time Louis and Harry are famous, which make it less fun to me. But in this fic, they’re students and Harry is a frat boy while Louis is a nerd, but it’s not cliché or anything. It’s actually so well-written and the relationship between Louis and Harry takes time to progress which I absolutely love, seeing as I am a sucker for slow burn. Harry is so sweet as a frat boy, and Louis is an angel. Really loved reading this.

✩ at your fingertips by @risthebrave (27k)

summary: He finds himself wrapped up in sheets in bed on Thursday night, staring at the familiar name on a new story that was posted the night before.

His fingers twitch, ready to hit play and surrender to his impulses, saving the regret and turmoil for later.

And still he hesitates, internally praying that he’ll somehow gain the strength to exit out within the next few moments before he inevitably loses his patience and hits the button.

Three…

Two…

One.

Play.

Or, Louis really should have seen it coming.

Besides being well-written, the whole plot is quite original. I absolutely loved Louis in there, especially since all of his insecurities made me relate to him. He’s so sweet, and I’m glad Harry was there to get him to open-up and see how amazing he is. I had so many moments of secondhand embarrassment haha, and they made the fic all the more amazing. Honestly, what really struck me in this fic is how the author managed to make Harry such an amazing person, and how intrepid Louis is while he learns to overcome his insecurities.

✩ Nothing But You On My Mind by @absoloutenonsense (83k)

summary: Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

It was such a joy to read this fic. Even though Harry pissed me off on more than one occasion, I took great satisfaction in how Louis ignored him or replied with one of his witty comebacks. The plot twist was just awesome and Harry’s stubbornness ended up being very much welcome.

✩ push you out, pull you back in by @behisoneandonly (31k)

summary: Harry grips his head in his hands helplessly, yanking the base of his dark curls and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers, knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping the strands of his hair.

“Hey, hey,” says the petite stranger in front of him, quickly standing up. “Stop, you’re hurting yourself.”

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Or Harry hates feeling vulnerable. Louis is set on breaking through his tough facade.

Oh my god, this was truly wonderful. The size difference made me go crazy! The smut was just wow too. What really made this fic so incredible is how protective of Harry Louis is, and how Louis seems to just... understand Harry despite his issues. Jealous Harry also! I loved it. Moreover, Louis’ character is literally perfect in this.

✩ thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in by @absoloutenonsense (52k)

summary: Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

I’ve read and re-read this. I love Louis and Harry’s dynamic, and how they solve their troubles in the end. Harry is such a sweet soul, and Louis deserves the world!

✩ Canyon Moon by @eeveelou (40k)

summary: For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

What really drew me in is that I’ve never before seen a larry fanfic on the Lion King, and honestly? It was so beautiful. The way the author made the plot of the cartoon go along with the A/B/O world was truly surprising, and absolutely interesting to read. Also, when Louis is introduced to the modern world? It’s such a sweet part of the fic.

✩ a trail of honey through it all by @yvesaintlourent (27k)

summary: The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

Or, the TPH fic we’ve all been waiting for.

Trailer park Harry? HELL YEAH! The concept has been going on in the fandom for so long that when I saw someone finally wrote it, I was genuinely excited. And I wasn’t disappointed! The writing is wonderful and the way Louis and Harry grow closer is just so sweet. Loved it!

✩ The Healing Song series: The Healing Song and The Wedding by 2204 (111k and 3k)

summary of The Healing Song: Louis was carrying the large stuffed elephant like it was a baby, it’s trunk hanging over his shoulder and down his back and it’s front legs were resting around his neck, like it was hugging him. Said elephant was a present from Louis’ close friend Steve, who had thought Louis needed something to hug on bad days and had gifted him with a stuffed elephant the size of a one year old.

Steve had been right. Some days Louis did need something to hug, and this elephant was as good as anything.

Louis was having one of the rougher days. The harmonious state of the anxiety free life of a fearless Louis had ended the week after he met with Harry. It ended as abruptly as it had started. It was like pushing a button. Lights out. Almost as if the universe said “You’ve had your fun, crazy one, now go be sick” and slammed the door in his face.

Or where Louis is a single father of two, suffering from PTSD, and Harry is there providing soulmatey and loving support while he heals the wounds of past abuse.

God, this fic I swear! This made me cry, laugh, scream... this is a roller-coaster of emotions. It’s quite a hard fic to read, because it deals with past abuse and trauma. And it’s even harder knowing this story is based on real life events that the author went though. But the way it’s written, the way Harry helps Louis through his struggles and issues, it’s so beautiful and inspiring.

✩ Sunrise and Pixie Dust by @moonyblouie (14k)

summary: Harry's taking a walk at sunrise in the forest he knows like the back of his hand when the wind starts blowing, the sky turns pink, and golden glitter starts to fall from the sky. He’s not sure about what’s happening, but when he comes face to face with a gorgeous winged-creature, he can’t help but be immediately mesmerized.

Or an AU in which Harry finds himself crossing the borders between two worlds.

I loved this, the smut is so hot!! But the end... I really hope there will be a sequel! But other than that, the way Louis is written? Wonderful!

✩ Weightless by @smittenwithlouis (25k)

summary: He hopes that Harry still thinks of him. God knows Louis thinks of him every day.

Or: Harry is the best dragon racer the world has ever seen and Louis is an almost-vet who feels like he is carrying the weight of the world.

This was... just amazing, honestly. I loved loved loved every time Louis interacted with dragons, I could picture it and it’s just so so sweet. The way Louis is concerned about Harry’s safety, and Harry’s will to make Louis’ life better, to give him the freedom he deserves... it’s just beautiful.

✩ The Blood of Love by @mugglemirror (25k)

summary: Harry is a nurse and Louis is a painting worth more than a thousand words. As desire and darkness encompasses him, Harry has to learn the secrets of Thorne Hills manor before he succumbs to the mystery that surrounds him.

I absolutely loved this! The plot, the writing, the suspense, the secrets... everything was on spot and left me yearning for more. The atmosphere really makes the reader completely engrossed into what’s going on, and the end doesn’t disappoint. Dark fics have always been something that I enjoy reading, and this one definitely didn’t disappoint. Just wow!

✩ Latibule by @quelquesetoiles

summary: Louis had worked in the infamous resort placed in the median point of all worlds for longer than he could remember. He went through everyday with a soul-crushing emptiness filling his mind, going through the same routine over and over again. Despite all the happenings around him, his soul never wavered, his emotions stayed superficial, and nothing took his breath away anymore.

Nothing, except the intoxicating smell of lavender and the contemplating green eyes that came along for the ride every now and again. His heart always seemed to wake up full force whenever those pretty lips formed around even prettier, yet empty promises, and he felt the magic sizzle in his bones again only when contact was made between the divine body and his own deceivingly normal one. He hated it for the fact he really didn’t.

Or : A Spirited Away AU of sorts where Louis just wants to heal and be left alone, only for all his plans to be destroyed by the hands of an infuriating British God.

I have read this at least three times, that’s how good this fic is. I am a sucker for mythology, like truly, and Louis and Harry’s dynamic in there had me screaming! Jealous Harry is the best thing, and the semi plot twist at the end made my heart jump. But besides the universe we readers are diving into, it’s also the writing that’s left me pleasantly drunk. The words flow together perfectly, at after each paragraph you just long for more. Also the pet names!!! Just beautiful.

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