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Restaurant Hours

request: a waitress at this high end restaurant that’s struggling for money and basically living off tips of her usuals. One man is always coming in and leaving her ridiculous tips so she flirts with him occasionally to keep him happy. She senses he has a crush on her and she uses to her full advance. Small touches on his shoulder, giggles at his corny jokes. Problem is one night she fights off the advances of a particular handsy customer and he gets involved It ends up in a fist fight and she finds herself icing his blacken eyed. For the first time they have a real conversation and he’s telling her how beautiful she is and how she shouldn’t be struggling. That’s when he offers her something she can’t resist: pretend to be his girlfriend and he will give her anything she needs. Student loans? Paid for. New clothes. Paid for. She’s hesitant at first but she needs it. This can remain one sided or they could fall in love with love!!

“No, th-that’s not what I mean, (Y/N). I just want to spend time with you, and-and I want you to want to spend time with me, too.” 

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Beauty and the Beast

A/N: Hellooooooo! So.. How do you feel about sugar daddy Harry who is a vampire? Cause that is what you’re getting with this series. Vampire!harry feels like a necessary ground to cover as fanfic writers, but we didn’t want to be too repetitive. We really hope you all enjoy!! - n + d

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: vampire shit, mentions of blood

word count: 7.7k

“You found me a what?”

Y/N had always joked about how she needed a sugar daddy. It wasn’t that she didn’t have any passions that she could make an income with, she had plenty, but none of her passions would really sustain the lifestyle she wanted. It wasn’t even that she wanted that materialistic lifestyle either! She simply wanted to live in a fancy manor off of the grid, wear her cottage core dresses and pick fresh flowers and bake. She felt like that wasn’t asking for too much? She was a simple girl in her day to day life. Her day job included working at a pottery place— one of those where people come and pick what they want to paint and then come back after they’re fired in the kiln. It seemed to be the perfect fit for someone like her. 

Y/N loved art in all forms, but she had a bit of a soft spot for painting. She spent her off days going to museums or going to the park to paint the scenery. It seemed as though her life revolved around that longing for the renaissance, not for anything but the standard of beauty. The beauty of those soft plush bodies held at the time, the way the fabric seemed to so elegantly fall over bodies of all shapes and sizes, the colors used in both fashion and art. To her it was beautiful, she felt like she could live everyday just indulging in art and the pleasures of life, have it be food or sex. When Niall came to her saying he had actually found someone who fit this criteria— and apparently he meant all of it— Y/N was amused. 

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Milking the Grip

Pairing: Golf Dad!Harry Styles x Babysitter/Cart Girl!Y/N

Summary: “In golf, ‘milking the grip’ means to lighten and then tighten your grip on the club before beginning your swing in order to have the correct pressure to ensure a solid stroke”. In which, Harry Styles is a single father who plays golf every Tuesday and Y/N is his daughter’s babysitter who also happens to work at the golf course. 

Warning: SMUT. This is mostly smut, barely any plot; language, (legal) age gap; public indecency

A/N: This is a one-off fic based off some recent pics of Harry golfing. 

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Once a week, on Tuesdays, self-control becomes absolutely necessary for Y/N.

The routine is normal and she’s been following it for about six months. Wake up at six, shower, get dressed, make coffee, gather her things for the day, drive the twenty-one minutes outside of the city to the house of one Mr. Harry Styles.

Yes. That Harry Styles. 

By word of mouth and mutual friends, Y/N wound up employed under the former singer’s payroll as a babysitter for his now two-year-old daughter. She only watches little Georgia every Tuesday. 7:30am to 7:30pm. It’s not a bad gig. Mr. Styles pays her plenty and never forgets to leave his card in case they want to go out to do something or get food. He always refers to it as the ‘Georgie and Y/N card’ because it only ever gets used on Tuesdays.

Every Tuesday, he goes golfing. One round, eighteen holes. Every single Tuesday for six months. It’s the only weekday he takes off, weekends spent doing absolutely whatever his daughter says. He golfs alone, or she assumes he does because he never mentions playing with anyone else. He’s got a premium membership at Valhalla Springs.

Which just so happens to be the golf course Y/N works at Thursday-Sunday. Those are the busy times, especially during the summer months.

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18, 19, and 40 please?🥺 maybe some smut if possible💕

19. “Take a breath honey, yes princess just like that.”

18. “Squeeze my hand if you could hear me baby.”

40. “I love you, pet. So much of it, come back, please??”

A/N: Girliessss, theysss and themsss. Sorry for being inactive :(( Missed you all so much!! Here's a blurb from mafia!h x soft subby.

Y/N had never been this bratty. She had her occasional time-outs where Harry refused to touch her for days till she broke through her ice and begged him with a drool-y sweet mouth and honeyed puppy eyes.

She knows the drill and loves the adrenaline that seeps to her toes when Harry glowers at her across the room with bolting dark intensity -- his hook of thumb in a demand to have her in his lap is enough to excite her, the punishments makes her insides shrill and makes her fall in love with her daddy more and the best part of all of it's that she wants to cherish again and again’s how adorably caring he’s once fucking her raw.

At the moment though. She isn’t being a brat on purpose. They came for a dinner (with one of the Harry's business people) and it’s all business talk, rich dicks everywhere, hush hush voices that Y/N despises and the piqued ogle of the wife on her that makes her squirmy in her seat.

She zones out into her own lil bubble for a second, imagining herself back in their cosy home comfy in Harry’s humungous overly worn hoodie, snuggling him and smooching him, pecking all those softish spots where he has runs his fingers through the night and she wants to have a delicious pizza all to herself because the food here’s the amount of worm and leaf of spinach on a worm.

She didn’t even realise that she was slipping into her subby state until she was getting all fussy about her surrounds and plucked her lipstick out smudging the crimson tip against a tissue and slides it atop Harry’s thigh from under the table,

Daddy, home?

His flicker of gaze alters from the little needy note towards his girl who’s being choosy in eating her veggies and rolling them around in boredom.

Her head perks up cutesly at the feeling of his attention on her and he suckles his wine layered lip upon the sight of her doe-blown out pupils and glossy eyes indicating him like a train's horn that she’s submerging into her submissiveness at dangerous rate when she goes all squeamish and pink cheeks at the mere touch of his knuckles against her elbow.

“Daddy, please.” She whispers into his ear impatiently squeezing his knee. About to write another note to him to stay persistent but her lipstick breaks and she flinches when it rolls under the lady’s shoe leaving a bright stain on floor.

“Behave.” Was all he muttered gruffly before throwing a nonchalant dismissive glance her way and that was the last straw for her.

It’s been hours!! All she wanted was to get home and cuddle! Is that too much too ask!?

That’s why she acted like a grump and didn’t even bid them goodbyes, waited at the lobby for him eagerly and couldn’t help but to sway with her hands clasped back and grin at the greedy thought that once he steps outside she will leap on him like an affection starved kitten.

Her wish remains a wish nevertheless when Harry passes by her with a stoic face and snaps his fingers at her, the single gesture’s enough to bead tension on her forehead.

“In the car. Right now.” He glares her sternly plucking his black leather glove to reveal his jewelled pretty hand as he reaches for the handle of the backseat door.

Y/N has decided that today she’s gonna hold her grounds and be as naughty as she possibly could to get her kisses of the day.

Sheepishly she slips inside and gives him a toothy smile whilst trying to scramble up towards to reach within the sweet distance for his lips.

The trinkets of her shiny dress makes a noise as Harry splays his calloused palm up her silken thigh, glides it all the way up her hip and keeps his grip on her to stop her from moving.

“What?” She pouts knocking her nose against his's in attempt to plant her lips atop his’s, all grabby hands for him, “You’re not havin’ any of me kisses.” He tuts, eyes dark and murky.

“But why!!?” She whines trying to cup his cheeks and just squish them awful good but he gives her a pointed look and doubles back, away from her.

“You know why, little one.” At that she gives him a nasty narrow squint of her peepers and mutters grouchily, “I hate you.”

“What did ye' just say?” He pushes her closer with one tug that elicits tiny gasp from her, his lip thin in annoyance, “I said I hate you!” She huffs crossing her arms and it makes her breast appear more plump.

In all reality, she’s too stubborn to tell him that she’s feeling terribly needy.

“Say tha’ again, I dare you.” Harry demands with tinge of surprise in his growl and she hisses in frustration adjusting the loose heavy shoulder of her dress, “I said, I hate you and this dress, ‘s so itchy. just w’na go home —-,” Her blabbing fades into a squeaky gasp upon the sharp sting of Harry’s hand against her bottom.

“What happened Sugar? Did cat caught ye’ tongue?” He grits wrapping his warm hand around her throat wanting to choke the battiness out of her, but rather it turns her into a melty puddle of a softie.

“Over my lap.” He says firmly.

“No.”

He doesn’t give her time and positions her himself horizontally on his thighs, elbows pressed into seat and raises her bum with the support of his knee, pinching her cheek teasingly to warn her.

He tries not to coo as she looks ethereal in the glittery dress that's now bunched in Harry’s fist atop her spine to expose her itty bittys and she mewls prettily when Harry spanks her asscheek watching it jiggle then does it again and again, on her last count she’s dripping down her thighs stickily.

“What a filthy little brat,” He groans adam apple bobbing from the vigour of heat spreading in his body as he inspects her wet holes with middle finger making her squirmy and whiny from his feathery touches, “Proper soaked just from gettin' spanked.” He traces the lace delicates of her panties and presses his thumb against her bundle of nerves to feel the throb from his touch.

He pulls her back up and squishes her cheeks to pucker her rosy lips, pecks it heartily, “Knows why you’re gettin’ punished baby?” His tone gentler now. Realising that she shouldn’t slip too deep before they reach home.

She snuggles into the crook of his neck and hums, guiding his hand to her sore bum to make him rub the burn he left on her ass.

“Uhmm. ‘cos didn’t behave nice, acted bad ...” Her voice slurry from desire and yearn. If it wouldn’t be for his grasp on her waist she’d have gotten off on his meaty thigh long gone, “And?” He arches his brow sceptically drawing soothing circles on her flesh.

“And that I said, I hate daddy ‘n the dress he gifted me ....” His heart thumps a bit from the statement but the rational part in him assures him that she was just bumbled about him being too distant from her.

“And what do bad girls get?”

“Punished.” She mumbles into his throat and he nods, kisses her hair and cups the nape of her neck to give it a tender squeeze.

How much she acts like a spoiled brat sometimes; he still always makes sure she’s in her comfort zone and knows why she’s getting treated that way.

“I love you, baby sweets. But .... it doesn’t mean you’d not get your punishment.” She was about to protest and throw a tantrum but the car comes to an halt right infront of the large dark doors of mansion.

Tranquil air fills with her giggly shrieks when Harry gets outside and throws her over his shoulder with an ease, his grin wicked as she squeals out “No's" grabbing onto one of the door-frames in the hallway but it’s all vain since he’s way stronger than her little grip.

Once in their room, he’s flipping her into heaps of pillows and catches her calf when she tries to crawl away in hurry.

Her eyes widen and she looks down with a pout upon hearing the rip of her dress, “Liked it.” She mummers sadly.

“Thought it was too itchy,” Harry shrugs pushing her up towards the bedhead and ducks down to speck soft kisses against her collarbones, mouth foaming at the sight of her tits spilling out of her lingerie.

“No! Was just —.. fuck ...” She keens out a moan bucking her core to grind against his thigh when he nooks his knuckle between her sloppy pussy lips and twists her panties pushing them up scruffily into her mound feeling the flutter of her clitoris, the sheer fabric of it giving the right amount of friction to get her to an orgasm.

Her wet gasps and moans fogs into Harry’s mouth as he kisses her with unyielding roughness, hot bubbles popping in her belly ready to spread the nice feeling inside her, holding her down when he knows what he’s gonna do next will turn her into batshit crazy.

He pulls back. Both. His hand and his mouth away from her.

She blinks, with a lazy smile first then the realization dawns upon her and she’s grappling for his sides but he takes her wrists and pins them down.

“Daddy no!” She growls a whine and he just sits on his heels and admires the mess he created out of her, flustered and sheened in sweat, all soft and pudging to litter her skin with marks and bites, his cock warming up in his pants, “Please daddy I want you.” The whites of her eyes enviable and glassy from the frustrated tears that are collecting at her waterline.

Though, Harry stays adamant because those innocent coy eyes are her best weapon and ties her wrists to the bedpost without saying a word to her.

“You brought this on y'self, baby.” He tugs the bound to make sure it’s not too tight and moves back to get rid of his pants, his prick bloated and throbbing from ridges, slaps against his lower belly it’s head coated with precum.

“Now you’re g'na watch me jerk myself off and cover ye' pretty tummy with my cum, might lick it off from you.” She shivers at his words. Toes curling as she silently pleads with a parted mouth and barely open eyelids.

His nostrils flares, howling groan slipping through his lips as he spits in his palm and wraps it around his fat girth slicking his fist up and all the way down to give some relief to his balls.

He dips down and sucks onto her lower lip, “Knows your safe word right?” He asks shoulders jolting when he slops the bulbous crown of his prick against her clit in slow circles.

“Yes, yellow.” She breathes out delicately hoping he slips into her soon but Harry has other plans as he squeezes himself more, swiping the dollops of white thickness from the crown of his prick and brings his thumb to stuff her mouth shut with that.

“What a greedy kitten.” He tuts in mock when she eagerly swirls her tongue around his thumb creating soft sucking noises, she gags around his digit, eyeballs rolling to her skull when Harry slides her damp panties away and strokes his cock against her drippy hole.

“Hmm. Feels good.” He husks pushing into her, but not stuffing her full and that makes her whimper. She glides her feet around his spine to push him into her and her squishy sloppy walls tries to swallow him whole.

Everything just feels too hot and overwhelming. Him fondling his shaft from where he isn’t soaked into her warmth and her tiny whines and whimpers as he teases and edges her.

“Daddy ‘m sorry!” She squeaks out breathlessly clamping down onto him, “I bet you’re.” He moans out, that one sweaty curl dangling and tickling her forehead.

“That’s the most prettiest sound I’ve heard.” At his praise she just turns into a puddle and wiggles for more.

“You’re g'na make me cum.” He kisses his teeth and she digs her feet into his back not knowing if she’s allowed to come too and not having a voice to ask for his permission.

She gulps. Eyelids fluttering. Her cheeks blushy and peachy, listening to his deep moans that whirls within the pit of his chest as he fills her pussy with warm ribbons of cum that sticks to her already soppy walls and then pulls out to empty himself on her tummy as he promised.

Moments later the room echoes with her treacly yearning whimpers and blubbers of Harry’s name as he licks her juices off and the his own cum that oozes out of her whenever he pushes his middle finger inside her cunt.

..

“No!” That’s why they’ve discussed it before hand, her safe word. Harry knows his baby girl and that she gives up too early, gets too overwhelmed before she could actually enjoy the good part all of it although she has a potential to be more bearing than that.

They’ve lost the count of her orgasms.

The overestimation thingy.

Harry thinks it could be the best punishment for her.

She cramps her thighs around his wrist to make him stop but he spreads them wider apart, “You could gimme another one princess, knows y’could.” He curls his fingers to caress that spongey button inside her that makes her writhe like a leaf and it definitely did.

“Shit.” Eventually she gives into him basking in the pleasure of it -- sinking down on his fingers and grinds her clit against his knuckles, her cum from her previous orgasms glistening on his skin.

“Fuck already squirting.” She didn’t realize that, too floaty in her subspace and the ecstasy until she feels his fingers rubbing inside her again.

“Daddy no, no, no ... too sensitive!” She cries out cramming her legs around his waist and pushes his chest away with her knees but Harry keeps pummelling them deeper, scissoring them and adding two more, her thighs shakes terribly a burn spreads in her limbs as the sensational craving envelopes her once again.

“Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop, please!” She shouts out whimperishly making Harry smile and he smooches a kiss to her forehead, pressing his chest flushed to hers and cradles her jaw to make her look at him, “Cum fo’ me. You’re me good fuckin' girl – g'na come right?” She bobs her head quickly fresh tears gliding down her cheeks and Harry wipes them away immediately.

She’s flying high like a kite. Wanting him all. His hands. His touch. His cock. His cum anything she could get out of him.

His love. His attention. His constant assurances and praises, affection, tenderness and his kisses and loads ‘n loads of tiny kisses She’s always needy for that.

“’M your good girl!” She sobs out in high pitch grappling onto restraints and Harry feels this dire urge to protect his little one at all costs, “Yes you’re.” He coos brushing her hair away from her eyes and let her hide her face into his neck as she turns stiff like an arrow and creampies around his fingers, lips smushed against his cheek.

“Take a breath, honey. Yes princess just like that.” He massages her shoulder and pecks it to calm her down upon feeling her heartbeat go wild after she comes.

She shakes in his arms whilst Harry showers her in kisses lining himself against her entrance and sheathes into her in a slick, their moans melting as he buries himself deep till her belly and cum spurts out from her cunt with his each hard thrust and it drips down her bum and onto already splotched sheets.

White dots wafts past her eyelids, arms shaking and lip wobbling as she feels it hit like a train. Getting pooled into utter bliss of many orgasms, feeling a rupturing dose of euphoria cocooning her.

She feels like she’s on paradise and somebody’s calling her through the white noise but she’s unable to respond all she could do’s blabber nonsense while trying to stop squirming.

Then she gets familiar to that gentle voice, the cosiness of that hand holding onto her free ones now and the softness of those lips against her forehead.

“Squeeze my hand if you could hear me baby.” He gets anxious a little bit when she stays droopy and unresponsive like a sunflower at nights.

A huge grin adorns his after climax blissed out features when she obeys him and gives a lil squish to his palm, “There y’go baby sugar. Y'alright honey?” He kisses the tip of her nose when she just blinks up at him weepily.

“Daddy.” Her voice scratchy and awfully feeble from all of the screaming and moaning.

“No daddy. ‘S just Harry, I love you pet. So much of it come back to me, please?” He almost pleads corking his mind to think what would bring her back from her fragile state since she has never slipped past from him this deep ever.

She whines at the hollowness she feels in her tummy when he pulls out catefully from her with a squelching noise and hisses even when the sheets rustles against her folds, “So sensitive.” Harry murmurs trailing honeyed kisses into the softest flesh of her thighs.

“Yes daddy, but want you!” Harry’s brows shoots up into shock and he slips his forearm under her to hug her tight, “’M right her bubba.” She cuddles into him and yawns fumbling with his sides listening to his pacific breathing.

“Guess we gotta give this little one a sleepy bath.” He mutters into her hair, nails scratching soothingly up her neck and twirling her downsy baby curls.

“I love you.” She rasps out rubbing the sleepiness in her eyes with the back of her hand, “I love you too -- would you like if I lit up some candles in the bathroom? Y’favourite ones?” He thinks it might help her get out of her subby state.

“No. Just you.” She pouts battling the sleepiness away and clings to him when he walks them to bathroom and sits them into the cold tub, he wrapped her around him in a way she doesn’t come in contact with the coldness of it as they wait for it fill with bubbling water (Y/N was too sensitive and clingy that he knew if he’d away parted away she’d have cried endlessly.)

No words were exchanged as she almost slept on his chest and drooled all over him.

“Cutie.” Harry giggles softly pecking her parted snoring lips and cleans himself and her gently.

Gets his most worn out clothes, the one that could tell another person in a beat that she belongs to him from the smell alone.

She slings her thigh around his waist and smashes her face under his chin, canoodling into him with a little tired purr.

He was petting her head and running his hand over her back that when she mumbled into her sleep, rubbing her cheek up and down his chest, Harry stopped and ducked down to kiss her forehead feeling love bursting through his insides.

“I love you, Harry.” Was what she mumbled. He's just too much in love with his soft little button.

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In which you've got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.

Warning: smut, daddy kink, praise kink, age gap (older male/younger female), slow burn, angst, childhood trauma regarding domestic violence (non-sexual)

Y/N=your name

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au (werewolf, vampire, witch, etc.)

best friends brother/brothers best friend

boxer

camgirl!y/n and camboy!harry

ceo

cheating

divorce

doctor au

dunkirk

hades!harry

high school

enemies to lovers

ex lovers to lovers

famous!y/n

fratboy!harry

open relationship

pornstar

prince!harry/princess!y/n

professor/teacher

soulmate

stripper

sugar daddy!harry

tattoo artist

university/college

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Good girl - Harry Styles

a/n: alright so @dontworrysunflower​ and i agreed that there’s not enough sugardaddy!harry content on here so i took the courage to make a story myself, i hope i didn’t entirely butcher the concept but i had so much fun writing it! it’s hot and whitty, i just loved it. also, the beginning was based on this idea i saw somewhere and i just have no idea where i saved it, so rip to that, but im claiming that it wasn’t my idea though it was so fitting to the story so i took the liberty and used it haha!

PLEASE if you enjoyed the story, give it a like and reblog, it means so much to writers when you give them the feedback, I’m begging you to show a little something if you enjoyed it!

pairing: sugardaddy!Harry / CEO!Harry x Reader

warning: sexual content

word count: 16.8k

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You can’t stop yourself from growling when you walk into the auditorium and see Nick sitting next to the seat you always take. He knows that’s your spot, he knows you like sitting there because it’s not too much at the front or at the back, it’s close to the window so you have enough light but not close enough to make you shudder when someone opens them. That’s simply the best spot in the room and he knows you always sit there. And yet, even after all the rejection he has suffered from you, he still wants to sit next to you and shoot his millionth shot just to get dumped again and again.

You roll your eyes as you walk across the room and pay a lingering look at your professor behind his desk. There’s another man with him, leaning against the desk with his back showing to you, so you can’t tell who it is, but judging from the expensive suit, he is not a professor around here. The university definitely doesn’t pay enough to wear Gucci.

“Hi Y/N,” Nick greets you as you walk up the stairs next to the rows and plop your notebook and phone to the desk at your spot.

“Nick,” you mumble, already over his shit. At first you tried to be friendly and respectful, turning him down as nicely as possible, but he kept coming at you and now you can’t even bother to be decent towards him. He needs to learn how to take no as an answer.

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au Harry Styles recs

As always, ask me here if you have any more fics you like in any of these categories💖

Series - 🤡

Dealer!Harry

Walk On By, Part 2 @harryinafield - 70’s dealer!harry also known as Shroomrry! No smut, well at least so far!

Alpha!harry

Wolves by @mysweetcreaturestories  🤡

Harry and Y/N hate each other…but things change by @jawllines - A/B/O 🤡

His Omega by @lovingyouangel - A/B/O 

Boxer!harry

Boxer harry + dad harry by @niall-imagines2

In the Ring, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 4 by @majorharry 🤡

Making You Stay by @legend-waitforit-harry 🤡

NFWMB (boxer!harry) by @sunflowervolvimp3 🤡

Sucker Punch by @1994sunflower 🤡

CEO!harry

@ciggylungz

Benefits 🤡

Rivals 🤡

Darling series by @wroteasongabouther 🤡

@erodasfishtacos (all these listed are part of the author’s ceoverse) 🤡 Information Dating and Engaged Pregnancy/birth (Ivy) Just Ivy Blurbs

It’s Electric by @atlafan 🤡

Portfolio and Part 2 by @harryandhockey  

Unfair Affair by @wanderingtrash - Harry Styles is having an affair with (Y/N), creating problems for them both. That’s including Harry’s wife. 🤡

Work Party by @imagineaworld   🤡

Mafia!harry

Gold, Part 2 by @slvtbible - y/n is a young stripper who is adored by many men. harry styles is a man who loves to carry danger with him.  🤡

Intruder by @berrynarrybanana

Only Angel by @stylesharrys 🤡

Two Can Play That Game by @twohearts-hs - Reader is a gang leader, Harry is a member.

Pornstar!harry

Harry is a pornstar and Y/N’s new by @jawllines  🤡

One Time, Part 2 by @harrytheehottie 🤡

Pornstar!harry tag by @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy   🤡

The Pleasure in Business by @vocalharry

Turpitudinem, Part 2 by @glimmerry  - 70″s Porn Star H!!! 🤡

Vampire!harry

Bloodlust by @hewearsgucci - Y/N wants sex with Vampire!Harry, but he’s afraid he’ll lose control. 🤡

Falling for a Monster by @sellway1djb - Paula is a human and Harry is her vampire master 🤡

Honey and Wildfire by @honeyskins -  “It’s been decades, Harry. Please touch me.” 🤡

Vampire!Harry by @erodasfishtacos 🤡

Y/N catches Harry stealing blood and things get messy, Part 2 by @jawllines 🤡

Werewolf!harry 

The True Encounter by @c-h-e-r-r-y-y - Y/n accidentally cries wolf and Harry comes to the rescue  🤡

The King’s Mate by @iichydobrik  🤡

Werewolves exist, Harry hates Y/N, and Niall eats a lot, Part 2 by @jawllines  🤡

Other Au’s

Greased Up Valentine by @emotionally-imbruised -  Harry and Y/N don’t have a normal movie night

My Odds Are In Your Favour by @twohearts-hs - A series based in the ‘Hunger Games’ area (Only one part so far)

Orphanim series by @stylesloveclub (not yet finished) - In which Harry is a grumpy angel on Earth, and Y/N has just been sent down from Heaven 🤡

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American Horror Story - Google Drive

Considering everyone needs a little distraction during these tough days of social isolation, I present to you the Google Drive link to ALL seasons of American Horror Story!

Yes it’s save, I uploaded all files myself

Season 10 will be uploaded once it starts airing

Not every season fitted on óne Drive, so for some seasons there is a word document with a link to a separate drive

Please let me know if anything is wrong with the link!

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do you have any mafia/gang harry fic refs?

will be on my online page as “mafia/gang/mob” hope this helps :)

@angelisverba

but I wanna play daddy

let me hear you

@cinnamonharrie

-Cherry

@emotionally-imbruised

-In the Still of the Night 

@gyllenwh0re

-You Got Me Closer to God

@secret-rendezvous1d

-Gang!Harry 

@sunflowervolvimp3

-Harry gets home from work late

-Y/N is Harry’s favorite stripper, harry is y/n’s favorite customer

-Harry keeps coming to the champagne room, but the champagne room isn’t enough 

-Harry takes y/n home

-Harry wants y/n to quit her job

@waitingfortwilight

-Gunrunners 

[slvtbible]

stripper!y/n and gang!harry

a/n: at first i would like go apologize to all of you who are waiting for GOLD. Unfortunately it isn’t going to happen anytime soon because i am drowning in assignments. I have major tasks and deadline so i don’t think i won’t be able to work on it and i hate giving you guys half asses writing. so here’s s blurb au, but this blurb will keep on continue, I’m not only gonna give you one part. So enjoy!

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New york city is one dangerous place. It’s crowded and 90% of people who live here are either pursuing their dreams or to escape from reality. The thing is though about life, reality isn’t going anywhere. It sits there waiting patiently for us to do another fucked up or illegal shit and let the entire world punish you for it. ‘New york is a dream’ is probably what people would’ve said about this big city. What they don’t know is, behind all that jazz and glamor, people are struggling. Surviving.

Now y/n, she might have not come up with a brilliant idea coming here. She thought that maybe the world will give her a chance to go big and fulfill her dreams to be a contemporary dancer. Maybe made it big on broadway or perhaps she could perform at Duane Park NYC. yet faith seems to fuck her up even more.

Being a stripper had it perks. You dance provocatively for a living and money will go straight under your panties. People adore you and would buy a time to spend an hour or two with you. Especially men since they are very easy to manipulate over and will get down on their knees for you the second you promised to suck them off in the back of the room.

However, the downside of it is that being the apple of men’s eye isn’t exactly an easy thing to go through. You’ll make enemies along the way, few girls will try to screw you over and get you in a deep deep shit then take your money. Being forced to do something you won’t like and will have you crying in the dressing room that you won’t be able to continue your performance. y/n had experienced that countless times and she had to shake it off every time a dirty old pervert tried to get her to sleep with them without paying. And another thing, each amount of money you make at the end of the night? You can’t just bring it home right away. The manager decides how much. And y/n’s manager isn’t a peach, he’s a total prick.

“Your man candy is here.” Josie informs as she walks into the dressing room. “He’s talking to Brian. Asking for you.”

y/n finishes applying her cherry red lipstick before getting up from her chair. “I’ll be right over.”

With a smile, Josie nods and heads back to the room.

y/n looks at herself in the mirror one last time before walking out, opening the bead curtain as the door for the dressing room. It’s quite dark, you can’t easily see things when you’re here but no one could’ve mistaken a black sheer shirt and cross necklace that Harry only specifically owns. It’s his signature style.

He looks extremely good tonight. Really good. y/n knows being involved with him is a bad thing yet she couldn’t help herself. How could you even turn down a gorgeous man like him?

She walks over to his table and puts her delicate hand on his broad shoulder before whispering on his ear. “Hi, handsome.”

Harry turns around and smiles fondly at his favorite girl. His large hand makes its way on her back before rubbing it softly. “Hi, sweetheart. Was starting to think you bailed on me.”

She chuckles, settling herself on his lap as he moves his hand lower to give her ass a squeeze. “How could i forget a man like you, Mr. Styles. No one could run from you. Not even me”

He lets out a laugh, giving her cheek a kiss. “You know I was talking to Joe earlier and he told me you were making over a thousand this week. Must be quite of achievement, darling” he says, taking a sip of his drink. “No lap dances though right?”

Harry had made it clear before that she is off limits. He had claimed her as his long time ago and Joe had to apply that rule outside of the club to make sure there won’t be a bloodbath. Harry has a short temper, whoever touches that belongs to him is dead. One night, a man disobeyed and tried to take y/n to the red room and before you know it, he’s gone. Either he’s dead or ran off.

She shakes her head, playing with the chain of his necklace. “Of course not. You know i’m a good girl. I like to follow rules.”

“Mhmm, that’s my good girl.” he brushes a strand of her purple wig that’s covering her face. “I missed you. You look so beautiful tonight. Saw you dancing with that pole and I couldn't take my eyes off of you.”

“Good. I did that for you. Hoping you would notice me and make you hard” y/n jokes, biting on her bottom lip softly and wrapping her arms around his neck, drawing him closer.

He raises his eyebrow, smirking as he watches her bite her lip which is the most sexiest thing y/n had done. “Was that your plan? Just to tease me and get me all uncomfortable with my cock hard, darling? That’s a bad thing to do.”

“Yet you can’t get enough of me” y/n whispers seductively before giving him a naughty smile. “I’ve missed you too. Were you that busy you couldn’t even meet me?’ she pouts

He sighs, rubbing her soft thigh. “You know I want to, baby. But i've had too many shit to deal with the last couple weeks. Few of my men keep messing it up and I had to take the matter in my own hands.”

He won’t admit it but she’s his weakness. She’s the only reason why he goes to this place almost every night. To spend time with this beautiful dove. This is the only place, the only sanctuary that he can get alone time with her. Being out there? It’s far too dangerous and he doesn’t want to put her life at stake.

“Well” y/n exhales, softly padding his chest with her thumbs. “At least you’re here now.” she giggles, admiring how gorgeous he looks when he smiles at her like that.

“You know” he starts, changing the subject while twirling a glass of whiskey causing his ringed fingers to clad against it. “Haven’t seen you properly up close in two weeks. Mind giving me a dance tonight, love? I’m dying to have you close to me.”

y/n smiles as she bites her lip, she begins to stand up and grab his hand. “Of course, Mr. styles. I have a room and a glass of Cheval Blanc”

Harry finishes his glass of drink and stands up, drawing her closer to his body so her breasts are pressing against his chest. He puts his lips dangerously close to her ear. “And perhaps we could stay a little while longer so i can taste that sweet cunt of yours? It’s been a while.”

Any form of sexual actions are not allowed. Joe had made it clear from the start, and whoever breaks that rule will have to face a punishment. Yet again, it’s Harry. The most dangerous man in New York City, the leader of the most vicious gang and no one dares to tell him no. be that person, and you will have your head hanging on his wall.

“Absolutely Mr. Styles. Let me show you how much i’ve missed you.”

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Gang!Harry

I’m back with some gang!Harry. 

Warnings: Cursing 

The hospital was rank, to say the least. The roof had multiple leaks, water dripping down on you as you walked through the quarters. Most of the technology was from the ’80s, even some of the medical equipment. The stretchers were old and squeaky, squealing rapidly as they passed by you. Some of the floor tiles were missing, some looked like they were in the process of being removed but still lay crumpled on the floor. The curtains separating the patients were worn out with mysterious stains painted on the fabric. Not to mention the food looked equivalent to elementary school cafeteria cuisine. As you stood in front of the door to your brother’s room, you glanced down at the slip of paper the receptionist had handed to you that contained your brother’s room number. 

You opened the door quietly, fearing that if your brother was asleep, a clattering entrance would wake him. You shut it gently before turning around to face him. Instead, you were met with a man you had never seen before, certainly not with Jude. He was attractive, incredibly so. You gave him that. He was sat in a bedside chair with his foot resting on his knee, accentuating his blue polka-a-dot socks, which really didn’t go with his deep brown loafers. His legs, seemingly long, clung to black trousers. His torso was covered in a thin, white t-shirt, topped off with a brown leather jacket. “‘Lo. Do yeh know ‘im?” He had an accent. British, you thought. You watched as the stranger tossed his head in the direction of the sleeping Jude then returned his eyes to you. 

They were a piercing jade, probably perceived as blue in some lighting. His lips were a rosy pink, separated slightly as his tongue licked along the inside of his cheek. His jaw looked like it could slit your throat if it truly wanted and you hoped it didn’t. A thin stubble graced his chin and upper lip but his face still remained boyish-looking. “Yeah, I’m his sister,” You responded quickly, your mind swimming with the thought that he had caught you staring. His eyes widened at your response, sitting straighter up in his chair, almost as if it had caught him by surprise. “Yeh look nothing like ‘im,” He remarked, taking his foot off of his knee and placing it on the ground. You nodded before answering. You looked absolutely nothing like Jude, partly due to the fact that he has a different father, but that’s a secret you kept between the two of you.

“Yeah- get that a lot. But we’re still close despite our appearance,” You joked, subconsciously prodding this beautiful stranger with humor. He cracked a smile, revealing his perfectly white teeth. It made the butterflies in your stomach uproot and go into a flying frenzy. “He talks ‘bout yeh a lot. Think he must at least like yeh a little bit.” This made you smile. You knew Jude loved you but you never knew he discussed you with his friends regularly. “M’Harry by the way. Never go to introduce myself to yeh,” He nodded at you, a small smirk resting on his lips as he did so. “Y/n,” You spilled your name out into the air like a puff of smoke, then scanned the room for any open seats. Harry noticed your search, standing up quickly and moving to the side. You watched him curiously before he said, “seats all yours.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile out of gratitude, situating yourself in the uncomfortable leather. 

You glanced over at your sleeping brother, taking notice of the knicks and bruises that rested on his face. There was a pristine, white bandage secured around his shoulder, where the bullet had been. His face was paler than normal and dark circles gathered under his eyes despite his several hours of rest. He didn’t look like Jude. The normal, happy, blushing Jude. It was like the life was drained out of him and still trickling out. You looked over at Harry, who was concentrating on his phone. You noticed the plethora of rings he wore on his fingers, one of his fingernails was painted black with the polish chipping off. You wondered how his rings would feel against your skin, perhaps they would have a coolness to them that would make goosebumps pelt your skin. Maybe they would leave a rosy imprint when he gripped you too hard. Maybe they would even sting a little extra when he slapped you. 

You blinked once, shoving those thoughts into the deep caverns of your brain. I’ve only known this man for three minutes and I’m already thinking about fucking him, you thought. Normally, you wouldn’t be so squirrely about someone you had just met but Harry unknown-last name deemed to be an exception. The beeping of a monitor drew you out of your thoughts, a tinge of guilt rocketing through you as you realized just where you were. You were supposed to be fretting over your brother, not internally fawning over some British stranger who had only spoken a few sentences to you. So you decided to do what you came here for, then get in your car and drive off a cliff, headfirst into dreamland. 

“Do you know what happened?” You asked Harry quietly, his attention drifting from his phone to you. He bit his lip in thought as he tucked his phone into his pocket. His eyes then looked over to Jude, and his face turned solemn like it was suddenly cemented into an emotionless expression. “He messed with the wrong guys, s’all,” He answered the question vaguely, still leaving many blanks to the answer. You brows furrowed in confusion. Jude was in finance. Since when did financial advisors shoot each other up? Maybe that big mouth of his got him into trouble. It wouldn’t be the first time. There were too many possibilities and you weren’t going to run through them all with Harry, especially since he didn’t even answer your question.

“Well, were you there?” Harry shook his head no, then said, “The hospital called me. Told me he was ‘ere.” You nodded along with his words. Finally, a decently answered question. “Are you in finance, too?” You asked him. His eyes went wide and a smirk threatened to spill across his lips as he evidently tried to conceal a smug look. “You could say that,” He answered amusedly, crossing his muscular arm in the process. “What do you guys finance again?” Your attempt at small talk was puny, but it was the only other option than sitting in silence. And since asking Harry questions about last night seemed to fail, this was your best option. He pursed his lips before answering. “Drugs, mostly.” The silence was the better option. You’re certain your eyes popped out of their sockets, your lips parting in horror at Harry’s nonchalant answer.

“Don’t look so disappointed, love. We do firearms as well.” You could scream at this man. Not out of rage but out of confusion. He did little to nothing to help you understand how Jude ended up in this state and now he just busted down the false wall behind the finance charade. So they’re drug dealers, you thought. With some guns on the side. “Why don’t I take yeh out fo’ a drink? Give yeh a better understanding of what’s really going on. Obviously, your brother hasn’t done tha’ yet,”  Harry extended his beautiful hand out to you and you took comfort in the gesture. Every part of your brain was screaming at you to stay as far away as possible from this man, but your body had other plans. You accepted his offer and let him pull you up and out of your seat. You relished in the feeling of his hand intertwined with your own. You expected him to release you of his grasp, but he didn’t. Instead, he kept his hand in yours, looking at you as you stared at your brother. You placed a chaste kiss on Jude’s cheek before you let Harry drag you out of the hospital room. You didn’t feel safe with him but you didn’t feel in any immediate danger either. It was a grey area of judgment. 

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The sun was blinding as you entered the parking lot, the first wave of spring finally starting to hit. It wasn’t hot, mid 50’s maybe. Still cool enough to warrant a jacket. Harry’s hand hadn’t left yours since you left Jude’s hospital room and you were starting to wonder if you should remove it yourself. Maybe he was expecting you to. But if he wanted his hand out so badly he most likely would have done it already. He led you to his car, a sleek, white camaro. Presumably vintage from the looks of it. He let go of your hand then, moving over to the drivers side of the car as he left you to the passenger’s side. You wondered if he had felt the sweat gather in your palm. You saw that Harry was already in the car and you yanked open the door for yourself, climbing in. It smelt like men’s cologne and cigarettes. Speaking of cigarettes, he opened the center console, pulling out a pack and watching you put your seatbelt on. 

“Do yeh mind?” He asked you. You shook your head no. In all honesty, you did hate when people near you smoked. You didn’t like the smell and you didn’t like how dense it made the air. But you didn’t want to fuck with him, no. Especially after what he had told you. So you let him do as he pleased. He took out a lighter from the console as well, the cigarette made a noise as it collided with the flame. You didn’t watch him, you just stared out the window, aimlessly. You heard the rolling of a window as you rested your head against yours. You presumed Harry had exhaled the smoke because the scent was pungent. He put the key in the ignition, starting up the car and beginning to pull out of the parking lot. You checked your phone for the time. 4:06. 

The bar Harry took you to was high end, for you at least. You and him walked in and the hostess immediately took you to a secluded booth in the back of the bar, leaving drink menus behind. It made you wonder if he owned the place. That would be a bit presumptuous, though. With what he had just told you, anything was possible. “What’ll yeh have, love?” He glanced up at you from his menu, playing with one of the rings on his fingers. The eye contact made you nervous. “Just a vodka cranberry,” You replied, setting your menu down on the table. He nodded thoughtfully, mirroring your action. “Sounds like a plan.” He smiled at you. You assumed to help settle your nerves. It really only made them worse. Not because you were afraid of him. You were rarely afraid of anyone. It was because you were starting to develop a crush for this man that you knew little to nothing about. It brought you back to highschool when every single boy who talked to you gave you butterflies in your stomach. Harry didn’t just give you a few butterflies, he gave you hundreds. And everytime he would smile or glance at you or maybe hold your hand, they would go ballistic. 

“Harry fucking Styles. Long time no see.” The voice made you jump and you noticed it made Harry’s jaw clench. The man speaking was dressed in all black, his hair was a dirty blonde and his eyes were black. He wasn’t attractive, maybe he just wasn’t your type. There was another man behind him. He was shorter with dark, receding hair. “You have balls coming here, mate,” Harry seethed back. So this was angry Harry, you thought. He had only been calm and nonchalant from the time that you had been with him, so witnessing him pissed off was new. The man who had spoken looked at you, scanning your face for recognition. He smiled then extended his hand. “Hi, I’m Martin-” “Don’t talk to ‘im, love,” Harry told you, sternly. “He’s the fuck tha’ shot your brother.”

Second part will be published on 4/9.

[sugasnote]

if you're having a bad day or feeling down, listen to harry saying 'everything's gonna be fine' with ocean sounds in the background. everything will be fine.

[heyyyharry]

the conman and the maid #tctm

…in which Y/N is a princess and Harry is a prisoner in her castle. With his help, she escapes from her arranged marriage in search of a happy ending, if there is one. 

AU: princess!y/n, prisoner!harry, conartist!harry

series moodboard / character moodboard: Harry / Reyna

PATREON / wattpad (with original character: Reyna/Rain as Y/N)

New chapter every 2 weeks!

Chapter 1: The Princess - A trip to the South changes a princess’s life forever.

Chapter 2: The Hero - Every hero is different; hers just killed two men.

Chapter 3: Fire in a Silver Storm - Harry and Y/N get trapped in a cave in the middle of a snowstorm.

Chapter 4: Hope, Love, Family -  They make a new friend and Harry receives bad news from home.

Chapter 5: Wolves - Harry thinks dealing with hungry wolves might be easier than dealing with an angry girl.

Chapter 6: Cottage in the Woods (Feb 14: preview + full chapter on Patreon; Feb 19: full chapter on Tumblr and Wattpad) - The king is dead, Y/N faces a tough decision, and Harry thinks this might be goodbye.

[actualhumansunshine]

Niall Horan | Mexico Tour Diary

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Six Kisses.

Description: Where Harry has six different types of kisses and each one tells a different part to their love story. 

Word Count: approximately 3k. 

Author’s Note: Both a little fluff & angst. I had initially planned to write chapter six of always last night. However, inspiration from my own love resulted in me putting this together instead. I don’t know why, but I was very emotional when writing this. Anyway, I love you all very much. I recommend listening to Best Part of Me by Ed Sheeran feat. YEBBA.

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According to Harry, she had four different smiles. There is the smile when she would be uncomfortable and force her lips to curve upwards in a polite gesture. There was a smile when she was amused and allowed a small smirk to slip onto her face. There was the smile when she would throw her head back and shake with laughter, allowing her beaming face to brighten the room and tears to trickle down her cheek. And there was Harry’s favourite; the smile where she unapologetically spoke of her greatest passions in this world, causing the sparkle in her eyes to glisten with each word that left her mouth. Through the years that he shared with her, he had become familiar with even the most minuscule details of each smile. And no matter which of the four smiles that she displayed, Harry watched as a ray of sunshine would paint her face, and that moment always made the world seem a little less frightening. With a smile of his own automatically growing in response, he couldn’t help but wonder how anyone could ever see her smile and not feel their feet collapse beneath them.

But she did not know his smiles. All she knew was that when he did, his eyes would narrow and wrinkles would form in the corner of them. A tiny indent appeared in the form of a dimple, and his pearly white teeth were put on display for the world to swoon over. This was the only smile that she knew of Harry, and it was the same one that left her smitten each day of her life. 

She did not know his smiles, but she did know all six of his kisses. They had become engraved within her mind, each one telling the greatest love story of all time.

The First Kiss. The moment had been long-awaited, as several dates had passed without anything more than a simple brush of their hands against one another. It had been weeks since they had been introduced by a mutual friend, and although they were both anxious to confirm their feelings through a kiss, the overwhelming nerves swarming within them had continuously acted as a barrier.

What the fuck are you doing? You’re Harry Styles for Christ’ sake, he had told himself in an attempt of self-encouragement. Nevertheless, Harry knew that the feelings he had for this woman ran deeper than anything he had ever felt prior, and he was absolutely terrified of messing it up.

But although the moment had been long-awaited, it had been worth every single minute. As the couple had stretched across a wool blanket placed in the back garden of Harry’s luxurious London home, their restless eyes fixated upon the bright streaks burning across the dark sky and fading into the blackness of the night. And as her eyes lit up with each meteor that flashes before her, she did not see the way in which Harry had turned his head to stare at her, deciding that his view of her was much more exquisite than the one in the sky. And when she felt his stare burning through her skin, she twisted her own head to meet his gaze. She noticed the way in which his eyes flickered to her mouth before returning to her face.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he had announced through a soft voice. 

And when a tiny smile formed onto her face, he slipped his fingers into her hair, allowing the entirety of his hand to hold the back of her head, while his thumb caressed her cheek. And ever so slowly, their faces inched towards one another, feeling as if all time had frozen around them. She could feel her heart racing within her chest as they grew closer, and with the silence lingering between them, she felt as though she could his own heart thumping within him. When their lips had first brushed against one another, a wave of electricity shot through her body before instantly being replaced with an overwhelming sense of peace. With his bottom lip slipping in between her lips, the kiss had lasted only seconds. It had been just long enough for him to feel her warmth and taste her lip gloss, yet they had both longed for the kiss to last forever. And when their lips parted, a chuckle had fallen from them both, as they both knew that it was the start of something good.

Gentle, innocent, and kind. Harry’s first kiss.

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Femme Fatale

woooooo!!! new work!! i hope you enjoy my mafia!harry because i’ll be honest, i think i definitely could’ve executed this whole enemies to lovers trope better but i really wanted to get it out to you guys :( pls enjoy this 7.3k work, and enjoy the smut! happy reading *nose boops*

The rivalry went back decades.

Growing up, they had no choice but to hate each other. It was practically in their blood because that’s how their ancestors were towards one another.

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