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LOVE ON TOUR: THE GROUPIE MASTERLIST 

a collection of blurbs about groupie!reader

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Two kids bully Harry and his little neighbour comes for the rescue (a blurb from the ‘My Girl Series’)

AU: older!Harry (4-year age gap), childhood best friends. 

I was going through my Patreon when I found this from last year and remembered that I forgot to post this on Tumblr…Forgive me.

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She knew something was wrong when Harry didn’t come home at 5 PM like he always did. His mum had threatened to ground him for a month if he stayed out with his friends after football practice to avoid chores, so there was no way he would do that.

The little girl sat on her front porch, tapping her feet impatiently. After what seemed like an hour or maybe more, she got up and went to the field to look for him.

Just like she had thought, Harry was there but he wasn’t alone. He was with two other kids, both bigger than him, probably older too. The fatter one grabbed Harry’s collar and almost lifted his feet off the ground with a violent tug.

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1:32 AM | harry styles.

summary: a series of moments in yours and Harry’s life together that seemed to occur around 1:32 AM.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

word count: 3.6k words

warning(s): nothing but fluff with a bit of husband!/dad!harry

a/n: (disclaimer: gif is not mine and belongs to @harryisart) hope y’all like this! i thought it was a cute concept. reblogs/feedbacks are very much appreciated <3

It was half past midnight.

You couldn’t sleep and it was practically driving you insane. You blame yourself for having a last minute coffee before bed. So stupid, you thought.

You tossed and turned in bed, drank some water, even tried counting sheeps; but to no avail, you could not get a wink of sleep. You sighed, thinking of ways to get yourself to sleep; you were lucky that tomorrow - well, today - was Saturday. 

You grabbed your phone from your nightstand, groaning as the bright light from the screen hurt your eyes. You scrolled through your contacts to find the number you were looking for. Harry.

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A/N: So like, I started writing something, but it went to shit so I put it to the side and started on this lil blurb bc I love this concept. It’s hot and stuff with a crappy ending…enjoy🙃

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Love On Tour. Nashville, Tn. II

eXPLORE IT MORE MA’AM

here is the yachtrry w33d piece i promised for boyfriendathon!! sorry she’s quite late but you know how it is!! 

**smut warninggg

Within seconds, the red-hot ember is burning into your skin. You yelped, yanking his wrist up as you took a sharp inhale through your teeth. Sure enough, there was an angry little mark that was already swelling. 

“Oh, fuck. Baby, I’m so sorry. Fuck, are you okay?” He was instantly reaching for the icey glass of water in front of you.

“It’s not that bad,” you concluded with a sign in relief as he pressed the cold condensation to your skin. 

“Here, that’ll help with the pain.” Harry snorted, handing the joint back over so he could switch which hand held the glass. You smiled in approval and took an extra-long inhale just because you deserved it. 

The boat was barrelling toward Greece and the deckhands had informed you that if you positioned yourself downwind, there would be no issue with you smoking on board. You’d carefully selected your spot, falling onto the same deck chair with Harry as he sparked it. It was a rare moment for just the two of you on your trip. Of course, you were thrilled to be joined by so many of your friends but it left you and Harry with far less one on one time than you both desired. 

There was barely anything left when you flicked a large collection of ash into the tray a stewardess had brought. You passed the joint back to him with a guilty look as it looked even smaller in his hand. He raised a singular eyebrow in question before took a decent sized hit from what was left. His fingers were careful to avoid the small welt as his large, callused hands, shockingly absent of any jewelry, caressed over your buttery skin. He kept his hand on you as he leaned to stamp out the joint onto the tray.

He motioned you over to him as soon as his back was against the chair again and you gladly crawled into his lap, his arms crossing over your chest to hold you close to him. 

“Pretty fucking fond of you,” he hummed into your ear, his lips sponging a kiss to it as soon as he finished. You wiggled against him in satisfaction, nuzzling into him deeper. “Can’t wait to show you Greece.” His fingers began to trace the strap of your bikini top, his fingers teasing under the material to brush against your skin.

“Hey, H.” Jeff’s voice cut through, making Harry groan at the interruption. “Captain said another boat just reported some paparazzi ahead at that ridge, might be best to head in.” Harry went limp so his head came smacking against your shoulder, annoyance etched into his features with a scowl. Jeff threw him an apologetic shrug before turning back to the small group gathered at the hot tub at the front of the boat.

“C’mon, baby,” you encouraged, standing and wrapping the plush towel around your body. “Let’s go inside for a bit.” You reached out your hand for him, his body still splayed out like a rag doll. The trip had already experienced a few interruptions and it was really starting to wear him down. It was the first vacation the two of you hadn’t taken covert measures to meet up in private. You went to the airport together and the internet subsequently exploded with pictures. This created this sort of new fixation on the two of you. It was the most intense thing had been since in the two years you were dating and that was certainly saying something

Harry was having a hard time adapting. The last leg of his tour had been his most difficult yet. One of his crew members had fallen while working and gotten serious injured, which deeply troubled Harry. He’d wanted to cancel the show, make sure everything was safe and secure but with so much money and so little time to reorganize, the show still went on. However professional he might have been on stage, he was wracked with guilt and anxiety for the rest of the tour. Combined with the most extreme case of homesickness you’d even seen him encounter, he was more than ready for a little rest and relaxation. Which made these eagerness for photos of the two of you all that more annoying and intrusive. 

So, you figured you should bribe him. It was a small way you could reclaim your trip and Harry’s mood. Nothing better than sneaking off for a good bit of fondling so you two could enjoy your high tucked away. You shuffled back into the windows of  the yacht, your back pressed against the glass so you were completely blocked by the shape of the boat. Already so far out at sea, there weren’t any boats passing on the side of the balcony where he was still sitting. Though, someone passing through inside could easily catch an eyeful but it was a risk you were willing to take. 

You reached for the straps of your bikini, pulling it down your shoulders so the lycra yanked free from the curve of your breast. You puffed your chest out ever so slightly, as if in offering. As you exposed yourself to him, Harry froze in shock. His face was a a cocktail of intoxication, surprises, and sheer delight. 

“Take me inside, H.” 

He sprung up then and tossed his own towel onto the chair, immediately forgotten. You scooped yourself back into your top as Harry eagerly approached you. He waited just enough for you to situate yourself before firmly grabbing your wrist and tugging you toward the interior doors. 

“See yas!” Harry called to your group of friends. “We’ll be inside for a bit.” He giggled as he pulled you past them, moving so fast that you barely had time to flash them an unassuming smile over your shoulder. 

As soon as your cabin door was shut, he was on you. His mouth was hungry as sucked deep, hot kisses against your lips. His hands started at your face, cradling your jaw so his mouth pressed tender and firm to yours. Then he slid them over your shoulder, down your arms, to your hips. He dragged you into him by your lower half so your hips knocked together. He wanted you so desperately, you could just feel it radiating off him. From how he held you to how he kissed you to the low whine that he emitted when you broke apart. You were swimming in him and your high. He panted heavily against your neck as you tried to get your bearings. He spongued his mouth down the column of your throat until he reached your collarbone. 

His hands smoothed up from your waist, caressing the supple skin as he kept them on a path upwards. He met the tie on the back of your bikini the same instant he started to move you two toward the bed. You blindly followed his lead, taking little backward steps as he steered you until the your legs met the comforter.

He pulled one of the loose ends to untangle the bow of your top, pecking randomly across your chest. He glanced up at you, mouth still poised on your body, as he slowly peeled the top off you. Your skin is still cold from your ocean swim a few hours ago and goosebumps scattered over your naked breasts as his warm breath fanned across you. Your nipples instantly pebbled, your sensitivity rising as his mouth inched closer and closer. 

His kisses were still fiery, building tension in the pit of your belly and eagerness in your center. No matter how many times he had touched you, he always felt exciting. You had fleeting worries that one day he might wake up and never crave you like always had. That the ravenous feeling would die out and he would either resent you or grow bored of what you had to offer. But those feelings felt a billion miles away when he was moving against you like that. Moaning weakly against your skin at just the sight of you. 

Carefully, he pushed you down onto the bed. He grinned in anticipation as your body bounced gently against the mattress and your legs instantly spread for him. You stretched out your hands to him, inviting him to hover over you. He shook his head with his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to head the devilish smirk as his hands reached for your ankles. 

He dragged you down the bed. Stopping when your ass reached the edge of the mattress and plummeting to his knees in front of you. He grabbed ahold of your leg, reangling it to hang off his shoulders so you were open to him. 

His hands made quick work of rolling your swimsuit bottoms off, the sound of your heaving breaths swirling around you. You felt light, like you were and Harry were just floating together, everything else unimportant. Just the two of you, weightless and wrapped in each other. He was all you cared about, clearly marked by how loud your moans were growing as he kissed a zig zagged path up between both your thighs, laying on kiss to your right thigh before turning, inching up high and pressing another to your left. 

You shifted impatiently, sinking down the bed so your core was closer to him. He laughed quietly, a sound you can feel vibration through him with your leg slung over his chest. But his mouth keeps the same tempered speed as he inches up, pecking gently where each of your legs connect. His mouth circled your pussy, his mouth ghosting around the sensitive skin before his tongue slid over your folds. He sighed contently when he’s met with your slickness, his tongue licking over you in bold, flat strokes. He warmed you up like that, his tongue keeping an even rhythm as your cunt grows slicker under his mouth. 

Your fingers met the fringe of his hair, momentarily scrambling to pinch the clip out of his hair to be blindly tossed across the room. You tugged against the strands, his lips now working to suction over you, his tongue sinking euphoric circles around your clit. 

“Harry,” you gasped, your voice caught in your throat as you fought to speak over the moans slipping from your mouth. “More, please. Baby, give me more.” 

He dove into you further, his face buried against your pussy as his mouth worked over you furiously. You were almost positive any passerby could hear the obscene noises coming from between your bodies but you couldn’t care, just egged him on louder. 

“Yes, fuck, Harry. Yes!”

He devoured you, his saliva mixed with your wetness and dripped down his chin. His mouth was focused and knowing, his hands gripping under your ass so he could hold you against his mouth. As your belly twisted with your orgasm, your heel dug into his back and he held his mouth over you, keeping even pressure with his tongue on your clit as you came. You weren’t even aware of what sounds you were making, just the shuddering over your body and the throb in your center. 

He laid a delicate kiss to the top of your mound before he pulled away, the bottom half of his face glimmering in what little sunlight seeped through the blinds. His eyes were droopy but his grin was proud as he stood and he didn’t bother wiping his mouth before he dropped himself next to you on the bed. 

Harry rolled over lazily so your mouths could meet, the traces of alcohol and weed masked behind the taste of sex. He sighed, quite chuffed with himself as you parted, still holding you close. 

“Quick nap before we go again, yeah?”

hi I just wanna say thank u for what u do ur amazing!!! can u pls recommended more angst I wanna get hurt tonight 😩 thank u so much!!

aahh thank you!! i havent read angst in a long time but here are some fics that made me sob

anything by @hes-writer, @harry-writings, @meet-me-in-the-kitchen, @chillmichelle, @hes-words, @hestylesno, @writers-hes, @heyyyharry, @scriptedangel, @harryimaginedstories, @trustfulhaz!!

@stylesmessiah- wilted

@inyourhaven- whos your daddy? part 2

@sunfleurry- one sweet day

@alltheloveflowerh- lets hurt tonight

@harrystylescherry- green eyes

@gucciharrywritings- dont you love me? part 2

@slvtbible- i never asked you to love me

@wroteasongabouther- darker days (before brighter ones)

@pinkliquorstyles- drunk voicemails and confessions

@lightskinrry- no wedding for the bad boys

Oh hey, I finally made a masterlist for this

Original Story…

Being in love with your best friend’s brother can make things rather complicated. ♡

Part 1 | Part 2 | Harry’s POV

The Aftermath…

I Just Had Sex

Didn’t Mean To Do It

Chill it Out, Take it Slow

No Escaping Your Love

Concepts

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*requests for this series are open, so feel free to send them in if you’d like*

Santiago, 25/05/2018