i'll try to keep up with this, but no promises! my harry works are now being posted/reblogged to @harrysfille! below are listed most of my jack harlow fics organized by blurbs, series, and short drabbles. i hope you enjoy!
blurbs!- listed from latest > earliest
Tired: jack is tired, and all he needs is you
Angel Girl: you and jack are getting divorced and he's having a hard time wrapping his head around it. pt 1 is 18+ | Part 2
Crappy Love Stories: jack is your best friend and you love him more than you can bear, so what happens when he asks you to be his fake girlfriend to a family reunion?
Spilled Milk: you and jack are co-parents, and have been for three years. The night he coincidentally comes over the night of your date, the kind of feelings and milk you cry over are spilled
I Got You: where you and jack bring home your daughter for the first time after her birth
The Video Vixen: where jack's dismissal towards reader's feelings that she's kept bottled up leads them to a place neither of them want to be
Met Gala: where reader is an interviewer at the met and something in particular catches his eye
Care: where jack's girlfriend sparks a bit of bitter tension
Bravest Boy: where your and jack's son suffers with anxiety on his first day of school
Reunited: where y/n and jack meet again at a party and discuss old feelings
In Every Form: where your pregnancy insecurities and jack's fans don't mix
Sleepover: where you sleep over at jack's for the first time
Fumbled: where jack realizes just how bad he ruined things after seeing you at the crew league game
Huge, Hormonal, and Hungry: where you wake up for a late snack on behalf of your pregnancy cravings
Drunk in Love: where jack's drunken emotions get the best of him
Mother's Day: where you share your grief surrounding your mother with jack
Lil' Secret: a blurb based off of 'Lil Secret'
And Count to 4: where jack loses his temper at his little girl
A Special Guest: where jack comes and disrupts your kindergarten classroom
The Little Thief: where your younger sister wants jack all to herself
Oh, Brother: where your son wants you and jack back together... for a little brother | pt 2 pt 3
Playing It Safe: where your family is bombarded by the paparazzi
Baxter Avenue: based off of baxter avenue
Handsy: where jack loves to hold your hand
The Bump: where everyone finds out about your baby bump
His Nurse: where jack hurts himself during a rehearsal and you nurse him back to health
Safe (tw): where someone pushes boundaries at a party and jack is there to protect you
Shy: where you're shy and jack loves you
Seal the Deal: where you and jack hit it off at a party | pt 2
series/ongoing stories!
Noah!Jack
concepts + drabbles + insta aus!
reader and jack sharing a favorite tv show
jack dating a girl that loves to sleep
dialogue prompt: "i didn't ever think i could love someone this much..."
i don’t even have a real reason not to like him, but it’s not even that i don’t like him, i just don’t… LIKE him idkkkkk
i think it’s kinda bc i got on the obx wave super late, and john b was the main character and everyone’s favorite, so i was a little underwhelmed when i watched it (i hate when i feel like something is overrated).
there’s also little traits in his character that i don’t like and are usually when he’s with sarah, but i don’t have complete thoughts on that lol.
other than that, i see the appeal… kinda. plus, as a south carolinian, i GET what they were going for, but it only makes sense when i read fics about him bc like yeah, maybe i do want him to coddle me!!
i just think for the main character he’s like second rate to his counterparts. like. you’d have to make everyone else 10x less interesting an sexy for me to care abt john b and his freaking gold
Hi, are there any characters you won’t write for? Also I liked your Jack aus and wanted to know if you’d do that for OBX too? ❤️
ah, thanks for asking!
besides the side/supporting characters (topper, kelce, etc) and the girls, i’d say i’m pretty open! i think i’d probably be more inclined to write for jj and rafe bc those are my baby daddies, then it would be pope and john b!
even tho i’d love to see some pope requests bc i loved him by the time we hit s3!! john b… i only like that guy when he’s canon #imo like that’s a whole other can of worms, but i just don’t fw him in the show 😣
and i’m glad to hear you enjoyed my jack works! as far as AUs go, however, it’s been so long since i’ve been actively writing the way i was with jack that i can’t say with certainty i have AUs planned!
i’d love to if inspiration sparks, which is especially the fun part when writing characters & not real people lmao! so send in ideas & maybe we can come up with a lil storyline :)
bae I miss you 😭 hope you didn’t forget about me 🥺 cuz I didn’t forget you, I came back to read spilled milk 🤭 - 🙈
you wouldn’t believe me if i said i was just thinking about you the other day, but i swear i was!! i miss u too & ughhh spilled milk is one of my faves!!! thank you for leaving this message, u absolute sweetheart!!
ps: i am thinking about coming back to write… just not for jack 😶 i’ll post my thoughts on it a little later to see how it gets received by the masses
A little sad to hear you're no longer writing for Jack, but I'm glad you've found a passion in writing for other works! Hope you're doing well, love ❤️
helllooo my friend ☺️
thank you for your support from when i first started up until now! when i was writing in abundance, your responses to my writing were of the first that i would like for, so i do want to thank you from the very bottom of my heart!
i do hope that i’m able to share a couple more jack fics that i don’t feel i’ve done justice with y’all soon, but as i’ve said, it all comes down to inspiration, but again i thank u so much!!
Please come back I love your Jack Harlow fics so much😭💔 I just found your account and didn’t realize you’ve been gone for some time now.. hope you’re alright and can come back! Would love to interact with you more 💗
hi! getting this message is so crazy bc i was thinking about how long it’s been since i’ve posted!
but i’m sorry!!! i know how terrible it is to find a bunch of fics u like and then the writer is like awol lol.
and you’re so sweet, and i’m glad you’re enjoying my fics! i unfortunately don’t write much for jack anymore, as i’m trying to get into other writing, but if inspiration strikes, i hope to write more for him :)
but i am on here pretty often, so even if it’s not about fics, u can shoot me a message!
YES! Pls do a cheating fic! Lmaoooo my toxic ass loves those 😂😂 - 🙈
Capture Your Emotion
jack harlow x reader
summary: neelam hired you as jack's tour photographer to help you build up your portfolio, but you find jack much more captivating than any action shot- despite him being taken
warnings: 18+, reader and jack are on the tour bus, so it's a lil public (eek!), and cheating
a/n: now, y'all knooowww i don't write smut, so this is not going to be mind-blowing, but i am posting this as a thank you to y'all for being so patient with me! i've been m.i.a lowkey, but i've never not felt at home with y'all, so here's this! i hope you enjoy :) p.s- there is a possible pt 2, but let's see how this does first lol
***
You knew it was wrong from the moment you laid eyes on Jack. You knew that what you felt was wrong to the point where even thinking about how good Jack looked in his expensive hoodie and blue jeans that covered his long legs down to his New Balances felt like a sin, but you couldn’t help it.
Not even when his girlfriend- tall and gorgeous, sat next to him and smacked a kiss on his lips.
From that point on, you tried to continue doing your job without thinking too much about a taken man. Neelam, as a family friend, pulled off a huge favor to do some photography for Jack to build up your portfolio, and so far, it was going well. Urban became good friends with you, and even offered some tips- despite your styles being different, and Jack started to hang around you as a result.
When you met him the night before his tour started off, you thought that maybe the woman you saw was just a fling since you hadn’t seen her for a while, but it wasn’t long before she was standing right next to you behind stage and giving Jack good luck kisses and running off with his credit card in the early mornings of tour stops. It was then that you tried to contain some of your arousal for Jack, but it was hard to when you noticed the way he looked at you too.
Which is why you were sure the guilt wracked you every time you saw Marie, knowing what happened on a muggy night after a bad show. Being a photographer, you thought of your subjects as having a relationship with a camera, and trying to capture all the emotion, so it wasn’t hard to say that Jack was getting less motivated as the night went on. When Jack rushed off the stage with a ‘good night’, you tried to follow him, and couldn’t help but notice that you hadn’t seen Marie all day.
“Jack, are you alright?” You asked him, finding him in the back of the charter bus, abandoning your usual post at the front of the bus where you usually sat, hardly ever bothered by anyone besides Neelam and Urban.
It was dark out after a sweltering day, and needless to say that nobody was in the best mood after the long day. Even with the moon high in the sky, the air conditioning on the bus could still do very little to make a difference. Neelam was the one who made a joke that Marie left because her spray tan was melting off, and it was hard for you to stifle your laughter when Jack had stride pass.
He didn’t even take his headphones off to hear what you said, but you figured that being the star he was, he knew how to read lips well.
“I know you probably want to be alone. I just wanted to check on you. I noticed that Marie left.”
You weren’t sure why the last sentence came out, it was a slight overstep- you knew, but you were itching to see him twitch in any way that might allow you to tuck some of your guilt away.
“She had to go home. It was nothing.” He told you, his headphones were still on.
Due to the heat of the bus, you only wore a spaghetti strap tank and rather tiny shorts. It didn’t reveal much, but it was enough for Jack to bite his bottom lip when you hit a bump in the road and slid forward into the aisle he was sitting on to give him a glance at your breasts.
“You want to sit down?” He asked, raising his eyebrows, and finally pulling those headphones off.
You were slightly dejected by his confirmation that Marie was still in the picture, but couldn’t find it in yourself to go back to your seat after seeing him with his hair wild and legs spread and those slender fingers on his knees.
When you sat down, you realized that you had never been so close to Jack. Sure, you’d been shoulder to shoulder for a moment or so when discussing a couple of shots that you wanted to take of him onstage, but never several aisles behind the people you usually travelled with either asleep or too caught up in having a break to care about what was going on behind them.
Almost as soon as you sat down, the driver did a quick glance around the back and once he saw that there wasn’t much motion, he turned off the lights, and you continued down the long stretch of road that was hardly occupied by much else. You noticed that Jack had the shades down around him, and it made you feel much more comfortable. If anyone saw you, there’s no telling what rumors might come of it and nip your career in the bud before it even started.
When you got closer to Jack, you tried to remind yourself that nothing could happen if he didn’t let it, but you wished like Hell he’d do something with those pretty pink lips that were parted ever so slightly as he kept his gaze on you, or maybe even his fingers that were rubbing up and down his thighs.
“Hey, I meant to tell you earlier that I fuck with those pictures you took. I’m going to post them after this week, and I’ll tag you. Just promise me you won’t leave me for some big shot when they hit you up.”
You chuckled slightly and smiled big when he held out his pinky. You wrapped it around his finger, and almost shivered at how big his hand was. “I promise.”
“Can you promise me somethin’ else while we’re at it?” You swallowed and nodded, and Jack loosened his grip as he tried to gauge your expression. “That you won’t tell anyone else how cute I think you are. Even when I’m kissing Marie, it’s- you’re all I think about.”
“Jack-” You pulled back, and Jack didn’t hesitate.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, it’s just that I don’t know what to do with myself when I’m around you. And if I did, then I’m sorry. You can walk away, and nothing ever happened, I swear.”
“That doesn’t make me uncomfortable.” You whispered, leaning towards him, and biting your own lip as your heart pounded, and you worried that you might find yourself shooting up in bed any minute with an embarrassing ache.
“You promise?” he nodded, curly hair casting a shadow over you as you looked into those blue eyes that were getting darker with every passing moment.
“I promise.”
As if both of you snapped at the same time, you met in the little bit of space between you and crashed into a kiss. Oddly enough, you seemed to care less about Marie than ever before, and you hoped that Jack would give you something to replace the guilt that would undoubtedly come back to life by morning.
Despite it all though, neither you nor Jack had it in you to stop. In the dark, your hands grabbed whatever they could of each other. It was like you were trying to mold each other’s bodies from the memory of fantasy, yet still created something better than your wildest dreams.
It didn’t take long for Jack to have your back against the seat in front of you, and your tank top pulled up over your chest. His cock was beneath you and it was so hard that you started to ache for him where you needed him most.
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He groaned, palming himself as you panted while he played with one of your breasts, and suckled the other in a desperate alternation.
“Jack.” You mewled, your head falling forward, and your lips brushed the back of his head.
“What, baby?” He looked at you, and you were glad he couldn’t see how your face contorted into a medley of pleasure and desperation at the sight of him.
“Touch me.”
Without taking another moment of consideration, Jack leaned on your back again, and helped you to tug down your shorts. You pursed your lips to stay quiet to keep the rest of the bus from hearing you, but Jack seemed even more spurred on when he noticed the challenge you had given yourself.
Jack kissed you once, hard and long, even slipping his tongue into your mouth for a messier result, and slowly massaged his way into your cunt. You were embarrassingly wet, but you couldn’t do much more than stutter your hips against him and whine.
“Damn, Y/N. Getting fucked by a taken man gets you like this?” He tsked, and your cheeks warmed and your pussy clenched around his fingers. “I guess so, huh?”
“J-Jack, I know it’s bad.” You placed your hands on his shoulder and tried to give yourself what he wasn’t out of pure desperation.
“But you still want more.” He teased, and your eyes watered. “If that’s what you want, you can have it. I’ve wanted to give you what you asked for since the first time I saw you. Whatever it is, baby, you just ask me, and I got you, alright?”
“O-Okay.” You moaned, even though all his words sounded like he was talking to you from underwater.
He suckled on your neck, and if he wasn’t working your clit so well while he did it, you’d be swatting him away to keep the mark away, but now you could barely care. Your breathing became uneven, and your legs couldn’t decide whether to stay open or closed as he pulled you closer to edge.
“You want to cum?”
“Mmhmm! Yes.” You tried to keep yourself quiet, and you feared what your orgasm might bring.
“Then what’d I tell you to do?” He pulled away from your neck and looked you into your eyes that were wide as saucers. Jack took his free hand and held your face steady on his. “When you want to do something, you ask. Now, if you want to cum, you better ask.”
The question made you burn in embarrassment, but it was the only thing that was standing in your way, so you puffed up your chest, and asked. “Please can I cum, Jack? Please?”
“So sweet, Y/N.” He hummed, and he curled his fingers in a way that made you yelp.
You had no choice but to drop your mouth into Jack’s neck and moan there, letting him pet your G-spot, and circle your clit like he had touched you a million times before. The minute you thought of him teaching himself your body through his imagination, you could feel your body tensing for a moment before creating your release.
You laid there for a moment, letting your ears ring before you came back down to Earth, your legs trembling just enough for Jack to see as he pulled his fingers out of you, sliding the two fingers into his mouth and smirking at the way you panted in pleasure and disbelief.
“Jack, I-”
“Fuck are y’all doing back here?” Urban came down the aisle in a pair of shorts and a wife beater as he rubbed his eyes.
You stammered, but Jack was much quicker in gathering his composure than you were, and he had his hoodie over your lap before Urban could even glance, and you tried not to let a moan slip out when he pet your cunt on the sly.
“I had something in my eye, and I asked Y/N to help me.”
“Really? ‘Cause it sounded like you two were fucking.” You stayed quiet, but shook your head.
Jack and Urban shared a glance that didn’t even make their expressions change, but Urban’s face erupted in amusement, and Jack chuckled.
“You’re a damn dog, man, but I can't stand her ass anyway.” Urban said casually before walking off, and you slapped Jack’s shoulder when Urban disappeared.
“It’s alright, babe. It’s only Urban.”
“So, you do this a lot, then?” You scoffed, and all the satisfaction you received quickly became irritation. You reached for your shorts and tried to get them back on, but Jack was quick to pull you back to his lap when you had them on. “Don’t even.”
“I’ve never done anything like this before. Like, literally.” He gestured to the bus, and you refused to meet his eyes. “But Marie is a gold digger, alright, and the only reason I haven’t broken up with her is because my label will freak if she decides to get back at me.”
“So, this is one and done?”
“I’ve wanted you since I saw you, I meant that. If you don’t want to do this again, then I respect it, but I want you, Y/N. Not her.”
You were quiet for a moment, and looked at Jack once you registered the sincerity of his words. “When can you break up with her?”
“When tour’s over.” He answered, rubbing your hip and trying not to kiss you as hard as he wanted to. “And you don’t have to worry about Neelam doing anything about us either.”
“I forgot about her.” You muttered, and Jack laughed under his breath before pushing his forehead against yours.
“Look, let’s just see where this goes, you know? We obviously have something special, right?” His words brought a smile to your face, and you nodded. “Yeah, exactly, pretty girl. So, how about me and you in your hotel room tomorrow at one? We can do whatever you want.”
“Alright.” you nodded, and Jack gave a tongue-in-cheek smile before he pulled you against his chest.
depending on what i’m doing this weekend, i may open my jack requests for a little concept night! don’t hold me to anything, but i’m putting it out there! i’ll also look through some old requests and see if i find anything!
i can't sleep, so how about a short blurb about the first time sleeping over at jack's?
***
"Y/N, are you awake?" Jack asked, turning his head against your cheek as you blinked your eyes open.
You completely underestimated the quality of Jack's couch and the day you had. It was Jack's first weekend in his new house and although you had been over before, he wanted you to come over and have a personal housewarming that consisted of ordering take-out and eating it the minute it came through the door and watching Real Housewives. Jack hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.
"Yeah." you cleared your throat and turned in his arms, rubbing your eyes. "W-what time is it?"
"It's about eleven, why?" he answered, kissing the side of your head before you began to sit up tiredly.
"Oh, I should get home." you said to yourself, sitting up against Jack's chest as you looked down at the mess of Chinese and pizza.
Jack was quiet when you stood. He watched as you stumbled around tiredly, low grumbles coming out of your mouth every few seconds. When you had your shoes on and yawned once more, you handed Jack your phone.
"Can you get me an Uber? My card and everything is saved. I have to use the bathroom." you mumbled, your sentences hardly coherent as you trekked down the hall to the bathroom.
Jack stared at your phone and tapped his foot against the floor. The two of you had been dating for three months and neither of you could deny the almost magnetic pull between you. Even though you were close, you were both afraid of making the wrong move at the wrong time on behalf of strong feelings.
When you returned, you saw Jack staring at your lock screen- a picture of the two of you after one of his shows. The two of you started dating towards the end of his tour, so you surprised him at his last show. It was a gorgeous picture taken by Urban that was very telling of how the rest of your relationship would go.
"Are they on the way?" you asked, allowing Jack to pull you into his lap.
"I didn't order it."
"What? Why? I have to get home, Jack."
"You can stay here. I don't feel comfortable with you being in a car alone with a stranger so late, especially when you're about to pass out. I'd drive you myself if I wasn't so tired."
You didn't listen to any of Jack's protective reasoning after he invited you. "That's really sweet, Jack, but I can't stay."
"It's just eight hours. I'll drop you off as soon as you're ready tomorrow."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, my girlfriend who I adore, I'm sure I'm okay opening up my home."
You giggled and Jack smiled at the rasp. "Okay, thank you."
"Course. Are you ready to go upstairs?"
"Yes, please." you murmured.
You and Jack split for a few moments to clean up and make sure nothing would be left running over night before meeting back upstairs.
Jack had showered before you came early in the evening, so he was pretty much already in his pajamas, just taking a few moments to strip out of his shirt and sweatpants. You on the other hand, got showered and got into the thickest pair of sweats you had.
"Which one do you want to wear tonight, baby?"Jack held up two shirts and you shrugged.
"It doesn't matter."
"We both know you're going to keep this shirt and never-"
"The brown one." you interrupted and Jack smirked before throwing the shirt and a pair of boxers your way.
They were ratty tee shirts that had been weathered over the years and Jack trusted you to finish the job. He tried not to watch as you stripped down, but the mirror was hard to avoid. Luckily, he was too tired to even make a crude remark when you bent over to slide on the boxers.
"Which side is yours?" you asked him, allowing him to turn around and examine the expanse of his bed.
"Whichever side you don't want to sleep on."
"This side." you pointed and crawled onto the opposite end.
"You sure? Because whenever you sleep over, and if we ever move in together, that's your side. You can't be all up on mine."
"You can't be all on mine." you rebuttaled with a smirk and Jack sucked his teeth. "Oh, don't even. All you ever want to do is cuddle."
"We'll cuddle in the middle."
"Sounds like a deal." you murmured and Jack got into bed first before holding his hand out. You quirked an eyebrow and he did the same.
"Deal, right?"
Skeptically, you leaned into the bed to grab his hand, but he quickly decieved you. You squealed loudly when he yanked you into bed and into his arms. His laughs sounded like pure honey to you as you squirmed.
"Jack Harlow!" you exclaimed, finally escaping his hold. "You are literally insane. This is the last time I stay here."
"Your place next time, then?" he threw an arm around your side and was able to lay you down with him against the pillows.
He exacted the middle of the bed before pulling you close to his bare chest and you threw your leg around his hip.
"How about we form our opinion on our first night together?"
"My opinion is formed. We'll have to discuss weekend alternations."
You giggled and Jack smiled. "If you keep massaging my back like that, I think we can work something out."
"They do call me masseuse Jack."
"I thought they call you missionary Jack."
"One truth and a lie." he raised his eyebrows suggestively and you rolled your eyes. "It's probably hard for you to figure out though."
"Jack, turn that light off, so we can sleep." you chuckled and Jack laughed a little louder and turned to turn off the lamp on his nightstand. "Good night, baby."
"Good night." he spoke against your throat as you kissed his forehead.
When you tried to untangle your bodies, Jack's grip on the underside of your knee around his hip tightened. "Jack, what?"
"Where are you going?"
"To my side."
"We can sleep on sides next time. This time, I want you to be the first face I see when I wake up tomorrow. Remind me I'm not dreaming."
You were lucky that the darkness of the room cloaked the smile.k. your face. You pursed your lips and ran a hand through his curls.
