#stylessupremacy masterlist

[stylessupremacy]

"Your eyes are red and swollen. Who the fuck made you cry?"

CEO harry

Y/n was out running errands and thought it would be nice of her to stop and get some lunch for her and Harry. She doesn’t go into the office much but thought it would be a good surprise for her husband and she wanted to spend some time with him.

Arriving at the office she took the elevator to the floor that housed his enormous office and walked up to his secretary. “Hi, Agnes. Is Harry in?"

Agnes looked up in delight seeing her other boss, “Hi Y/n. He's currently in a meeting, he should be done shortly," she smiled warmly.

“Okay, thank you,” Y/n replied, taking a seat on the expensive leather couch waiting for her husband's meeting to end.

Y/n was checking the status of the new designs she sent in when a shaggy middle-aged man appeared in the lobby. “Y’know you can’t win the boss over by bringing him food. He’s already married to some real-life barbie doll and doesn’t give two fucks about his employees.”

He sighed as he sat down - on the opposite couch - probably waiting for the meeting to get over so he could suck up to the owner and tell Harry about all the extra stuff he did.

Y/n ignored what he said because she was used to what the employees thought of her plus she knew her husband didn’t give two fucks about his employees - he just cared if they got their work done and did it right.

When Y/n was checking if any of her designs got approved, one of the designs she worked so hard on and she loved most got declined. This brought tears to her eyes. She loved the concept of it but her peers didn’t obviously.

The door to Harry’s office opened and two men - one being Harry walked out. Harry’s stone-cold face softened immediately upon seeing his wife but when she wouldn’t meet his gaze he knew something was up.

Once the businessman left Harry immediately had concern and anger written all over his face, “Your eyes are red and swollen. Who the fuck made you cry?”

He came over and cupped her face in his large palms wiping away the tears that managed to escape, “Was it this dumb twat? Did he say something mean t'you? I could fire him in a heartbeat f'you love.”

Y/n chuckled, “No it's fine Harry, just that one design I was telling about got declined. It’s okay I promise.”

“Well if it made you cry it's not okay,” Harry huffed out, still not happy that his wife's design got declined and made her upset.

The dumb twat - as Harry referred to him - just sat across from his boss's in pure shock as to what he was witnessing. He couldn't wait to tell his colleagues that his wife is actually stunning and not some real-life barbie doll.

[julia-harrys-only-angel]

january fic recommendations:

fluff:

•home by @daaydreamy

•you learn to crochet by @theshyspy

•labitule by @finelinevogue

•the morning after by @finelinevogue (the whole love island series)

•the haircut by @avatar-anna

• cinema by @foolforharrry

•brasil by @watermelonsugarcry (the whole since 2010 masterlist)

•harry accidentally posts a picture by @gucciwins

•this little love of mine by @p0pstars

•birthday by @avatar-anna

•leather pants by @watermelonsugacry (the whole since 2010 masterlist)

•ripped pants by @harrysfolklore (bandmate!y/n masterlist)

•los angeles XIII by @stylessupremacy

•the first meeting by @harrysfolklore (babysitter!y/n masterlist)

•red carpet by @watermelonsugacry (the whole since 2010 masterlist)

•new years, new family by @chaoticloving 

•<3 by @watermelonsugacry (the whole since 2010 masterlist)

•<3 by @harrysfolklore (bandmate!y/n masterlist)

•wedding planning gone wrong by @fetusharryluvr

•first night sleeping over at boyfriend!harry’s house - headcannon by @harrysfolklore

•<3(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) by @gucciwins

•sweet nothings by @pancakes4two

•home for the holidays by @samaraannhan20

•the midnight game show by @finelinevogue

•<3 by @avenging-fandoms

smut:

•glitz and glamour by @enthusiasticharry

•gala after gala by @gucciwins

•the clip by @chaoticloving 

•best friend’s dad (part 1) (part 2) by @jarofstyles

•the con artist (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) by @gurugirl

•shy lover by @loversipod

•you’re all i want by @goldenbuckyyy

•learn to knock by @eveningepiphany

•rich (part 1) (part 2) by @lukesaprince

•a delicate thing by @gurugirl

amazing writers that i recommend in general <3

@harrysfolklore

@gucciwins

@avatar-anna

@lovecanyon

@watermelonsugacry

@finelinevogue

@watchmegetobsessed

@erodasfishtacos

@moonchildstyles

@astranva

@gurugirl

@stylesloveclub

@adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy

@shroombloomm

@haaarry

@jawllines

@adoredaylight

@satanhalsey

thank you all writers for writing and posting such amazing stories and content. 🫶🏻

[overallrry]

harry styles “ceo” fics

✩ all credit to the authors ✩

series

too fucking far (harryistheonlyoneforme)

1 2 3

YN takes teasing way too far, so Harry decides to give her a taste of her own medicine

good girl (watchmegetobsessed)

1 2

It's been a year since your arrangement with Harry turned into a love story. Now you're living happily with the man of your dreams, but something causes some trouble in your little paradise. Or maybe someone...

pleasing (stylesloveclub)

1 2

In which y/n is a broke waitress, and Harry thinks she’s cuter than a puppy.

portfolio (nationalharryleague)

1 2

one shots

fkinavocado

ceo harry smut

clear my schedule

harryistheonlyoneforme

ceo!harry blurbs masterlist

stylessupremacy

ceo harry

ceo harry angst

watchmegetobsessed

nervous

all is fair

finekisses

lesson learnt

stylesharry

meet me in the copy room

lovecanyon

ceo!harry one shot masterlist

harryssethereall

the box

pleasingforharry

moans and elevator music

[vrittivsanghavi]

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Y/n was growing restless. For some stupid reason, she decided to join Harry in a business dinner. She should have just stayed home so she could catch up on some homework, also know as, ‘Loves Island’

Harry could sense her irritability and was not going to have her acting like a brat out in public for coming to business party she wanted to come too.

They had been dating for quite some time now. Y/n knew how to push his buttons when she was feeling subby.

Harry on the other hand was more neutral. Yes his dominant side would come out when she drops, but otherwise they both stayed pretty neutral in bed.

On this particular night, Y/n was dropping and Harry needed to get her home.

“Thank you for this lovely dinner, but I must get going.” Harry got up grabbing his belongings, helping Y/n as well.

“Y’know with work and all. Got to get up and at them,” Harry chuckled lightly. He doesn’t know why he felt the need to explain himself, but he did.

After their quick exchanges, Y/n and Harry were in the car heading back home.

“Y’were such a good girl tonight.” His eyes staying on the road, but the palm of his hand resting on her upper thigh giving comfortable rubs.

“Y’gonna let me eat you out when we get home? I think since y’were such a good girl you deserve an award.”

Y/n’s pouty eyes turned wide with the mention of eating her out. Her pussy already dripping at the thought of Harry’s tongue doing wonders on her core.

“G’get undress and lay on the bed darling,” Harry spoke setting the keys down on the table in the foyer. “I’ll be up shortly.”

Since their relationship was neutral usually - if either one dropped the other would have take care of them and put there needs last.

“Such a good girl for me, already undressed like the good little girl y’are.” Harry tittered when he saw Y/n laying naked on the bed.

His lips started at her neck working their way down. Sucking and biting, leaving harsh marks behind.

He spent some time at her chest. Loving the way she moaned when he would suck harshly at one nipple and roll the other one between his fingers, giving it a light pinch.

The euphoric feeling tingling throughout Y/n’s body the closer he got to her mound.

His brushed against it and headed for her thighs. Spreading her legs open more and show love to the inner thighs.

His eyes would dart up to hers to make sure she was okay. And she was - her head was rolled back and eyes closed, loud whimpers and moans leaving her mouth.

He ducked his head between her legs. The onslaught of harsh kisses and bites being left on her skin.

The whimpers escaping her mouth as Harry licked her fold up and down. Twirling it right around her entrance.

Her arousal was amazing. It coated his tongue on the first swipe since she was that wet.

“Oh, H,” She pleaded. The bubble in her tummy growing with each lick, swipe, bite, and tease.

“I know darling,” he stopped his teasing, instead taking his fingers and teasing her clit that way. “Feels so good doesn’t it? Daddy knows just how you like it huh?”

His head ducked back down between her thighs. His finger moved to entrance, pushing it in and out.

Y/n was heaving as she came down from her high. Her mind too groggy to even get up and put on clothes.

Harry - being the best husband, cleaned her up and got her into some panties and one of his shirts.

“Y’such a good girl for me. Don’t know what I did to deserve you. Love you so fuckin’ much, sweetheart.”

@stylessupremacy

Omg Jessica! THIS IS A LITERAL MASTERPIECE. I LOVE YOU. YOU WERE RIGHT. this is amazing. Pleaseeee you should literally post this back in your masterlist love 🥺🥺🥺🥺 you deserve it. Love you infinity and beyond

[goldensstateofgrace]

• Two year and 1.3k Followers Celebration

Celebration Masterlist | Ask Box

It has officially been two years since I posted my first ever fic on here and I wanted to celebrate that and the fact that i’ve hit 1.3k followers 

I am so so extremely grateful for every single one of you and I have no words to express how much your continued support means to me! <3 

So all that being said, I’m hosting an ask game and fic challenge for anyone who wants to participate!! 

The Fic Challenge and my Ask Box are open from Jan 30th to Feb 14th 

Rules 

You can use any one of the prompt lists listed below, or come up with your own concept

Make sure you tag me when you post your fic so i’ll see it and I can add it to the celebrations fic masterlist!! 

Use the #goldensstateofcelebration & #goldensstateofcelebrationfics in the tags of your fic pls 

If you write anything NSFW make sure it tag it as such 

You can write for Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Calum Hood, or Luke Hemmings with any trope you’d like 

Please try and make your fics more than 500 or less and 6,000 words 

You can also send me an ask with any one of the prompt lists and which dialogue prompt you’d like and I’ll try my best to write it

Prompt Lists

Responses for after a kiss

Jealous / Protective prompts 

Dialogue for lovers in denial 

Worried and relieved dialogue starters 

Emoji Ask Game 

🎧 - I’ll shuffle one of my playlists three times and rank the songs I get

🥰 - A random pic/meme I have in my camera roll

✨ - Send me three book tropes and I’ll rank them from my favorite to least favorite

🫶 - send me this and I’ll tell you honestly what I think abt you and your blog (for mutuals)

Tagging my mutuals

@thesadstoryofme @watchyourbluesturngolden @allegras-sunflower @alittletaste @swiftmendeshoran @gurugirl @harrysblackcoat @stylesmygucci @stylessupremacy @lukesaprince @fkinavocado @hazelhearts @theshyspy @harrysfolklore @daydreaming-laur @stucktoyou

[lollypopsx]

When Charleigh finds out the new UK and Europe dates!

Here’s something a little bit different to usual! I loved doing this so much and I’m so so grateful for @damnasstyles - she was the perfect dadrry for this! I really hope we can do more of these again and I hope you all like it! 🤍

My Julia really deserves half of the credit! She rolled with my idea and made it what it is - so please check out her blog 🤍

Masterlists

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*A Few Hours Later*

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Tag List: @harryhoney-bee - @sunandherflores - @stylessupremacy - @damnasstyles - @awesomebooklover17 - @hazgoldenstyles - @evanjh - @harrysbracelet - @nerdypartytrashpsychic - @harryssweatcreaturee - @hibaiqbal12 - @ayeshathestyles - @michellekstyles - @rach2602 - @randomwriter1021 - @elizabethrosecresswell - @izziestyles - @florencepughily - @finelinevogue - @justalostgirl - @handsomerry - @watermelonlovershigh - @harrys-cherrry - @crustyblackvans - @kaitieskidmore1 - @vanteguccir - @vodka-popsicles - @emlovesharrystyles - @ffinelinerry - @candystar288 - @somanyfandomsbruh

[stylessupremacy]

Hey is your dialogue game still on? If yes could you do one with the line

"Harry, all I have is a broken wrist nothing more. Don't fret about me too much. You have a show in like an hour"

Hslotrry

Harry and Y/n were sitting backstage waiting for Jeff and his security to come and take Harry to the stage for his show tonight.

Y/n had broken her wrist while she was messing around with Harry after his soundcheck this morning. She was going too fast down the steps and missed one - hoping to break her fall she tried to land on her hands but when she did she ended up hearing an unhealthy crack in her wrist and immediate pain.

Harry immediately - being the overprotective husband he is - got the on-staff medical care service who worked for the arena. The doctor told her she broke it and would have to wear a cast for at least 6 weeks if not longer and get it checked.

So that’s how she’s here today with a broken wrist and sitting with her worried husband who was about to go on stage very soon. “Are you sure y’dont want me to cancel? I can reschedule this show love to spend time with you and make sure you’re okay,” Harry said as he paced the dressing room floor.

Y/n got up and stopped Harry’s pacing by gently placing her hands on his shoulders and looking him in the eye, “Harry, all I have is a broken wrist nothing more. Don’t fret about me too much. You literally have a show.”

Harry took one more worried glance over Y/n and sighed, Fine. But if y’hurt at all or need anything I will literally stop the show for you.” Y/n have him a peck on his lips, “Harry, I will be fine. I have Jeff and the amazing pain killers the doctor prescribed.”

Harry sighed and leaned in to give Y/n a deep kiss. Y/n broke the kiss and laughed noticing Jeff and the crew at the door, “I think you got to go.”

Harry turned around to see everybody and have a hearty laugh, “How long were y’all just staring at us kissing?”

[stylessupremacy]

"Twinkle Twinkle little star, we can do it in the car"

Hslotrry

“Hey Harry, can you watch Ruby for me? I have to take care of some stuff really quick,” Ben asked as he came into his dressing room. Y/n was in the shower getting ready for the show tonight even though she was hoping for a quickie.

“Yeah, of course,” Harry stood and took the fussy two-year-old from him. “She’s about ready for a nap so if you could work your magic and sing to her to get her to fall asleep that would be great,” Ben joked, knowing that she easily fell asleep to her godfather’s calming voice.“Of course,” Harry laughed.

Harry slowly walked around the room swaying and singing to Ruby who wasn’t a fan of the song choice. Harry noticed this of course and changed the song to ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.’

Ruby was on the brink of sleep when Y/n poked her head out the bathroom door to see the dressing room door closed and only Harry in the room - or so she thought anyway.

“Hey, I think the water heater broke, do you wanna come help me?” Y/n tried to secretly get her husband in the shower with her. When Harry turned towards her and she noticed Ruby in his arms her face paled immediately.

Harry kept quietly singing the song till he came to the chorus and switched up the lines, “Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in the car,” he looked at Y/n knowing exactly what she wanted.

Y/n smirked, “I’ll be out in five,” quickly shutting the door to get dressed since she’ll take a shower after their activities. Once Ruby was in a deep sleep, the couple quickly took off and dropped Ruby off with her mother and made their way to the car.

[stylessupremacy]

"I am in bed. I am all cold and tired and all I can think is about you"

Hslotrry😉

“Love? Are y’there?” Harry spoke into the phone hoping Y/n could hear him. Harry just got done with lunch and was getting ready for his show tonight in Florida and wanted to give Y/n a ring since they haven’t talked since yesterday.

Y/n had to leave and go to London to help Anne with her surprise for Harry, even though she didn’t know this at the time.

“Hi baby, how was lunch?” Y/n’s voice rang throughout the speaker of Harry’s phone. They continued talking for a while - acting like they’ve been apart for ages when it’s only been a couple of days. Harry could hear rustling noises coming from the other end of the phone then a content sigh leave Y/n's mouth. He just figured she was probably getting ready for bed considering it was ten at night over in London.

“Y’tired love? I can let y’go if you want m’too,” Harry spoke as he relaxed on the sofa in his dressing room. Y/n quickly shook her head - even though he couldn't see it, declining his offer, “No please don’t. I'm in bed. I’m all cold and tired and all I can think about is you.”

Harry gave a small chuckle, “Yeah? All you're thinking about is me? Y’missing my cock already and its been what, three days since y'left?”

“Stop acting like I married you just for your cock. I actually miss my husband being next to me because I’m freezing. Never have to worry about being cold when I’m with you,” Y/n joked through her laughs.

After the short banter, the couple continued talking till Harry didn’t get an answer from her and could hear Y/n’s small snores coming through the speaker. He let her go and sent a small good night text and got ready for his show. He couldn't wait till he had his wife back with him - where she belonged with him on tour.

[stylessupremacy]

"I am proud of you, baby girl"

Single dad harry

Famous Single Dad Harry Trope!

Luna - freshly three, is trying to learn how to cope without her binkie. Harry knows he's definitely left her have it way too long now without any restrictions. He knows it's going to be a long couple of weeks.

-

Harry started by giving her one of the stuffed animals she used often. That worked for an hour or so until he saw lying limp on the floor with no Luna in sight.

When that didn’t work he tried only having them for naps and bedtime. That worked for a while till she would keep one and not give it up for dear life.

Harry’s last resort was removing all binkies from the home. He did it before she woke up and even managed to get the one she went to sleep with from the night prior.

As Harry trekked up the stairs to her room - where she was calling for him, he was nervous. He wasn’t sure why but pushed the feeling aside and walked into Luna’s room.

“Mornin’ love,” Harry rasped out, tiredness still laced in his voice. Luna gave him a scowl, “Wan’ m’binkie daddy!”

“Lou, I don't know where your binkie is,” he sighed as he sat down on the small toddler bed. “Maybe the baby fairy took ‘em. Maybe some other babies need ‘em and knew you needed to stop using them now that you're a big girl.”

-

That's how the first week went - Luna giving Harry the cold shoulder. Harry somehow got Luna to use the teddy bear that Anne gifted her when she was a newborn. Ever since he introduced the two as a new coping mechanism, she hasn't put the bear down.

Harry had to go into the studio and had to take Luna along since it was last minute. Harry got Luna situated in her car seat with her teddy then they were off to the studio.

Once Harry got his car parked, his tote bag on his shoulder, he made his way to Luna to get her out. “C’mon Lou, Uncle Je-,” Harry was cut off when he noticed what Luna was trying to give him.

“Here daddy. The fairy must’ve forgotten this one,” Luna smiled as she handed Harry the binkie she found in her cup holder. Harry was so proud of her.

Yeah, it took a lot of time and patience but she found another way to cope without her binkie. She made so much progress and that showed.

Harry dramatically gasped, “Thank you, m’sweet girl! The fairy will be so happy you found another one!” Harry propped Luna on his hip and attacked her face with kisses.

With one last kiss, he murmured, “I’m proud of you, baby girl,” and made his way inside. Harry also may or may not have stopped and got ice cream for Luna cause he was so happy with her progress.

[stylessupremacy]

"The problem is if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop myself."

Ceorry

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the restroom,” Y/n said as she excused herself from the table where she was having dinner with Harry and some of their close business partners. The only reason they were ‘close’ is because they help Harry by promoting his company.

Quickly Y/n made her way to the restrooms and did her business. She noticed she started her period and was very thankful she was wearing a black dress tonight.

Y/n grabbed her phone out of her bra and texted Harry telling him what happened and if he could bring her purse. He quickly responded with a ‘yes’ and he excused himself with Y/n purse and made his way to the restrooms.

Being considerate Harry knocked on the women’s door and waited till Y/n unlocked and opened the door. “Thank you, Harry,” she quickly ushered him inside and shut and locked the door behind him.

Y/n finished her business and washed her hands ready to leave but apparently, her husband was not. While she was washing her hands Harry firmly placed his hands on her hips and started to kiss her neck while he kneaded her ass.

Y/n continued ignoring her needy husband, but when he blocked the door from her leaving she got annoyed, “Really H? Can’t wait till we get home? Are you that needy?”

Harry leaned in and placed a quick kiss on her lips - to tell her sorry without really saying it, “Just enough to satisfy me till we get home because the problem is if I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself.”

“Well, you're just going to have to wait until we get home, mister. Plus it's almost over anyway,” Y/n joked with Harry and gave him a slap on the ass so he would get a move on.

And later that night after dinner, Y/n gave Harry a good suck-off because apparently, her dress choice turned Harry on to the max. After that, the duo got into bed ready to go to sleep after there long day.

[stylessupremacy]

"No one is you, and that is your superpower"

Step dad harry!💛

This was really hard for me to write for some reason. I seriously don't know why but please let me know what you think of it because I'm the fences with it.

“I don’t wanna go to school anymore,” Delilah huffed as she got in the car with her parents. After that statement, both Y/n and Harry looked at each other with worry written on their faces.

Harry decided to speak up first, “Why’s that bug?” The little girl crossed her arms over her chest in a protective manner, “‘Cause everybody wants to be my friend just so they can meet you.”

“Are they being mean to you?” Y/n asked with worry laced in her words at the thought of her little girl getting bullied just because of who her stepfather was.

Delilah's eyes watered as tears threatened to fall out, “Th- they wanna be my friends but then the next day they le- leave me out.” Both the parents' hearts broke at the little girl's words.

That’s what both the parents feared sending Delilah off to school - only making friends because of Harry, yet the couple feared about her social skills if they homeschooled her. Both options had something to worry about and just had to take a risk and figure it out together.

Harry quickly hopped out of his seat and moved to sit next to Delilah in the back. He gently pulled her into his chest, “I know it's hard making friends but one day you’ll find someone who wants to be your friend. Not just because of who your family is but because they truly care about you. All those other kids just want to be you, but no one is you and that's your superpower.”

After some cuddles and reassurance from her parents, Delilah felt much better. Delilah had her parents and that was all that really mattered at the end of the day. But in a couple of weeks there will be a shy new girl who will become her best friend. And not because of Harry but because she truly cares for Delilah and Delilah cares for her.

[stylessupremacy]

"I risked my fucking life for you,harry!"

Mafia!harry

Someone must have caught wind of one of Harry’s drops and took his product. Whoever it was must have no common sense. Don't they know they're fucking with the most dangerous mafia leader?

Harry is the leader of the English Mafia and is one of the most dangerous men to walk the earth. Actually, scratch that, he is the most dangerous man to walk the earth.

Nobody in the mafia world knows who Y/n is and how she is Harry’s girlfriend ironically. How she ended up with him is beyond the knowledge of anybody.

But she helps Harry out a lot since nobody knows who she is. If Harry needs her to scope out some people and ‘buy’ some product just so he can attack she’ll do it. She’ll do anything for the man she loves.

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Like any other plan, Y/n is trying to be sneaky and listen to a gang's plan on how to sabotage the English Mafia's drop happening tomorrow. Harry caught wind they were having a meeting tonight.

Y/n hid around the corner behind some storage units so if anybody walked past - she could quickly hide. When moving too quickly as a guard walked by, she bumped into it and caused ruckus.

Knowing the members heard her she took off and managed to dodge all the bullets they shot at her. She quickly made it out of the building and into the waiting car with Harry and the men waiting to fire if need be.

"Harry, what the fuck was that? You didn't tell me they were also planning to attack our team!" Y/n barked at Harry. She was pissed because she put her life at risk not knowing what Harry already knew.

"Look m'sorry okay? I didn't think they would come after you like that," Harry said as he kept his eyes on the road - knowing he was in the wrong.

"I just risked my fucking life for you, Harry! And all I get is a sorry?" Y/n's voice laced with sarcasm as she was ready to bounce on Harry and give him a good ass whooping.

"Look how about when we attack, I'll let you keep one of the men to bring back to the warehouse to torture, deal?" Harry proposed knowing that was Y/n's specialty but Harry didn't let Y/n do it very often.

"Deal."

[stylessupremacy]

"This sight is only for me. Never ever fucking forget that."

Hslotrry

“Harry,” Y/n moaned as Harry left wet sloppy kisses on her neck. Harry moved quickly and gave her a harsh smack on the ass, “What’s m’name darling?” 

“Da- daddy,” Y/n huffed as Harry worked his way down Y/n’s body leaving her flesh tender from his rough kisses. 

“That's right. M’the only one who's allowed to touch you like this,” Harry firmly stated and swiped his tongue across Y/n’s dripping cunt. 

“This sight is only for me. Never ever fucking forget that. Am I clear?” Harry stated as he stopped savoring her, looked her in the eyes, and left the ache between her thighs. 

Y/n whined at Harry’s actions which earned her another smack before she was submitting and whimpering out a small "Yes daddy."

“Ha- daddy, they might hear us,” Y/n whimpered not wanting anybody to walk in as her husband dominated her and put her back in her place. 

“When has that ever mattered? You're always begging me to fill you up with my cock almost every day, y’needy slut.”

Harry continued fucking her with his tongue until she was whining as she came down from her high. Now she was prepared for round two that was about to happen before the show. 

[stylessupremacy]

HSLOTRRY One Shots!

Sickness and Period Hormones: Boyfriend Harry takes care of Y/n when she gets her period and comes down with a cold. (3k+) 🔥

[goldensstateofgrace]

I posted 2,660 times in 2022

373 posts created (14%)

2,287 posts reblogged (86%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@stylesmygucci

@moonchildstyles

@swiftmendeshoran

@fkinavocado

@stucktoyou

I tagged 755 of my posts in 2022

#fav mutuals - 247 posts

#graceanswers - 209 posts

#stylessupremacy - 156 posts

#grace.txt - 106 posts

#harry styles - 74 posts

#gracereads - 69 posts

#gracewrites - 41 posts

#b🧜‍♀️ - 31 posts

#to read later - 30 posts

#lovie❣️ - 29 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#please i’ll cry rn just imagine harry’s doing the music video and you’re behind the scenes watching him get felt up by so many people you

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Grace, I need a one-shot/blurb ab this post 🥺

Going on vacations can be hard when dating a celebrity of Niall’s status, but sometimes you just gotta say ‘fuck it.’

You were laying out sun tanning, Niall laying next to you when a buzz started around you, people whispering and talking, pointing in your direction and out near the parking lot.

The parking lot where there were very clearly paparazzi taking photos of you and Niall to eventually sell off to the highest paying magazine.

You groan, rolling over towards Niall, “I hate that we cant just have a bit of piece.”

“I know, petal,” he whispers pulling you into him so your head lays against his bicep and he’s leaning over you, his fingers pushing a stray hair off your forehead.

“But who cares? All that matter is that I’m herewith you, so fuck it, let’s give them something to take pictures of,” he finishes, leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You chuckle against his mouth before giving in and cupping his face, responding to his kiss with passion.

138 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

#4

At Last...

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Summary: Y/n doesn’t singing In front of people, but for harry she does.

Warnings: PURE TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, mentions of a mothers death (not in detail), lmk If I missed anything!

Word count: 1345

I hope you enjoy! Happy reading! -G <3

You never sing in front of Harry. 

It’s not because you think you sound horrible, you’ve just always been shy when singing in front of people, and to have your boyfriend, Harry Styles, listening to you is too nerve wracking. 

 From a young age you knew you loved to sing, always singing along in the car or mumbling lyrics to yourself while doing a task. But never in front of friends, the only person you ever trusted to hear you was your mother. And when she passed away, you never sang in front of anyone again. 

It always felt like a you and her thing, and you didn’t want to take that memory and feeling away by giving it to someone else. 

But one night Harry sweetly talked you into singing a bit for him, which was very nerve wracking and you were terribly anxious. 

You both had been laying on the couch in his house, having been watching ‘The Notebook’ one of Harry’s favorite rom coms. 

“Alright,” you sit up, untangling yourself from his arms, “I’ll let you pick one song and I'm not singing it all, just a little part and then that’s all you get.” you tell him, looking at him expectantly. 

He takes a minute, brows furrowed and his fingers tugging at his pink plump lips, “Ok,” he sits up too, grabbing his phone from his pocket and typing away before a piano and guitar instrumental starts to play through the phone speaker and you instantly recognize it. 

You shoot him a small glare, which he just smirks back at, both of you knowing you’d have to use almost your full range to do this song. 

“I hate you” you mumble, sitting up straighter and taking a deep calming breath. 

“At Last..”  you belt out, nothing like Etta James but that's the thing about music, different people interpret songs in different ways, it’s the beauty of it. 

“My Love has come along, 

My lonely days are over, 

And life is like a song, 

Oh yeah, oh yeah” 

Harry’s face morphed in awe and shock, his mouth slightly open as his eyes,full of wonder, stare at you, a slow, breathless smile etching it’s way to the corners of his mouth. 

“At last, 

The skies are blue, 

My heart was wrapped in clover, 

The night I looked at you.” 

You stare right back at him, conveying through your eyes how much you loved him. You gave one small smile before sighing, rubbing your sweaty hands on your thighs, “alright, that’s all you get. “ 

“Y-Y/n,” he stutters, his face still full of shock, “why didn’t you tell me you could sing like that? Holy shit, babe, you’re amazing.” Harry lets out a chuckle pulling you to him, kisses you sweetly, pulling back to laugh again in amazement. 

You blush, shaking your head, “uh thanks, oh look you’re favorite parts coming up,” you bring both of your attentions back to the tv.

“Thank you for singing for me baby, I know you don’t like it but i’m thankful you trusted me enough to do it, I love you,” he whispers, pulling you into him and kissing your forehead. 

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250 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

#3

What about asking H to fuck you in front of a mirror?? It's so hot

Sex club

I got a few older!H requests so here you go!!

Summary: y/n’s trying out a new place tbat happens to be a sex club where she meet and older harry.

Warnings: Older!harry, Dom!harry, chocking, spanking, oral (female and male receiving) mirror fucking (p in v) unprotected sex, ‘sir’ ‘sweetheart’ ‘darling’ ‘slut’ ‘good girl’ , I think that it?? Lmk if not !

Word count: 5K

I hope you enjoy! Happy reading! -G <33

 It is typical for you. Whenever you went out, it wasn’t guys or even girls your age that you looked for. No, it was older men and women. More experienced and more pleasurable experiences were what you looked for. 

It had been like that your whole life, you don’t really know when it started, but when you got to dating age, it was people older than you that attracted you. You didn’t mind, hell you quite frankly enjoyed it way more than when you were with people your own age. 

Currently you were out, sitting at the bar of a sex club. This wasn’t your normal way or place to meet someone, but you’ve always wanted to try something new, and this has been on your list for quite some time now. 

Sitting at the bar, your back leaned against the bar as your legs crossed and you spun the small black straw in your long island iced tea. You wore your tightest black dress, your boobs pushed up so high you thought they’d touch your chin. You didn’t know if you’d be joining anything this time around, maybe you’d just watch this time and come back if you felt comfortable, but you still shaved every crevice of your body in case you did. 

Your eyes roam the bar areas, watching a few women walk around topless, some on stages dancing to the sensual music. Women and men watching them, couples kissing and feeling each other up, most likely getting ready to head upstairs to the main area. You were already wet, at the sight,  it didn’t take much now that you have been sitting here awhile, just watching, trying to work up the nerve to head up the stairs. 

Taking a deep breath, your eyes keep scanning the bar area landing on different couples or people that might have just met tonight, making out, whispering what they’re going to do to each other and feeling each other up. Just as you go to take a sip your eyes land on a dark haired man, and he’s staring right back at you. 

His green eyes focused on your mouth, or more your tongue as it swirls around the straw before finally getting put in your mouth. His thighs wide as he sits in a manspread, his hands fisted on his thighs, one wrapped around a glass of whiskey. God his hands are hot. You don’t take your eyes off him as you take a sip of your drink, your thighs clenching as you watch his jaw tick. 

This man is fine, the hottest man here by far. His dark hair having a few gray streaked through it, but mostly all dark, his stubbled jaw that you would like to know how it feels between your thighs. You can tell he’s older than your twenty three years, just what you like. 

Your eyes lock with his from across the room, his eyebrow quirked in challenge. You let a small smirk grace your lips, finishing off the last of your drink before setting it on the counter behind you and standing. You don’t look back as you make your way towards the stairs, hips swaying and your dress riding higher to just under your ass cheeks, you don’t care though, half the people here are in a state of undress. What’s a little pantie action? 

As you make it to the landing you can hear footsteps on the stairs behind you, a spike of excitement runs through you making you feel electrified . You're so ready to see where this night leads. 

Walking down the dark, red lit hall, you turn right into a room where you can see two women - one with dark hair and the other with blonde, are making out on a bed, a man watching them from the corner as he sits in an armchair, his shirt unbuttoned and his hand stroking his cock - just beyond the glass.  The women are groping each other, hands roaming everywhere, the one with dark hair putting their hand between the blonde’s thighs, stroking her clit at the order of the man. They moan, the blonde woman moving kisses down the neck of the dark haired one before sucking her nippile into her mouth. 

Your thighs clench, but as hot as it may be it is not as exciting as you’d figure you’d find here, so you turn and walk back down the hall. Passing a few doors, moans falling into the hall before you take a left, coming into a well lit room with two men and a red haired woman. One is fucking her from behind as the other lays on his back while the women sucks him off. It was hot, the man fucking her slapping her ass cheek making her whimper and pull off the other man. “I didn’t say stop, slut,” He snaps, his hand pulling her head back to him, she lets out a moan as she takes him back in her mouth. Her hand works his base and she swirls her tongue around his tip. 

You cross your legs, clenching your thighs, your panties soaking as you watch them fuck her. Her moans filling your ears, biting your lip to try and keep in a moan. You knew this would excite you coming here, you just didn’t know how much. 

“Does this excite you, sweetheart?” His rough, British voice rasps in your ear. His body heat encases your back in a warmth. A shiver runs down your spine, standing straighter, your hands find the hem of your dress fisting it in your hands. 

You're nervous, you never imagined to catch someone's attention tonight, you were just going to watch. His front grazes your back, not quite touching you, but you can feel his hard on brush against the curve of your ass cheeks. 

“I asked a question, love,” he rasps. His hand coming up, his fingers running along your arm causing goosebumps appear as you let out a shuttered breath. 

“Y- yes,” you whisper, unconsciously leaning back into him. His fingers brush your hip, pulling you back into him more, his hard on nuzzled between your ass cheeks, only your dress and his pants separating you. Groaning, you push your ass into him. 

You love this feeling, having a man hard for you. It excites you, your panties grow wetter as you eyes watch the two men and red haired woman fuck. The man she was sucking off now under her, fucking up into her pussy as the man behind fucking her ass. Her moans can’t be contained, she lets them fall out freely as she  kisses the man’s under her chest. 

“Fuck-” you whimper. You’ve had your fair share of threesomes, men and women, just men, just women. But never like this, never both men at once. You ache, needing to be touched, you just want to stick your hand in your panties and get yourself off but a strong ring clad hand catches you before you can. 

“No touching yourself, sweetheart,” he orders into your ear. Your back is fully leaned on his chest now, a whimper escaping you as he tugs your hand back, laying your palm flat on his thigh. The hard ridges of his abdomen pressed into you. 

“What’s your name, love?” he asks you, keeping you against him with a hand on your hip and the other on your upper arm. His breath right next to your ear, his lips skimming your ear lobe. 

“Y/N,” you whisper out, turning your head on his shoulder so you can catch his eyes. You meet lust filled emeralds, and all you can think is you want this man to fuck you. “What’s yours?” 

“M’Harry,” he mutters. His eyes flick between yours, moving across the expanse of your face, down to your lips, lingering there. He licks his lips, his face moving an inch closer, noses brushing and breath fanning over each other's lips as you wait for his next move. Your chest rises and falls with each breath, your ass pushing back into him, needing to feel him. 

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285 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#2

could you maybe do the "just lay back down, and I'll take care of you" first time prompt with harry?

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Ok so I combined these two asks and made a fluff / self Indulgent little fic lol Also just a forewarning this is not my best work i literally wrote this in less than 30 mins dsjansdjfh;odjf;dsjk

Summary: y/n’s sick and older!H takes care of her

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, chest pains, being sick, lmk if I missed anything (nothing sexual purely a fluff / comfort fic)

Word count: 944

Hope you enjoy! Happy reading - G <3

When you first met Harry you never could have imagined he would be seeing you like this so soon. You didn’t want him seeing you like this but he's a stubborn asshole most of the time anyways, not giving up until he got his way, much like you.

He insisted on taking care of you when you came down with a fever of 100.7 and a raw wet cough, he wouldn’t take no for an answer when he stated more than asked if he could stay with you to make sure you were ok. After putting up more of a fight than the little energy you had allowed, you finally gave up and let him make his famous chicken noodle soup he told you his mum used to make him when he was sick. 

The thing about being sick was, you absolutely hated it, ever since you were a child you couldn’t stand being sick. You hated when your throat hurt and you had to cough, you hated throwing up and the hot and cold flashes that came with having a fever, the chest and body aches where you can’t get comfortable when you’re trying to rest.

But what you hated the most was that your anxiety got worse. It happens every time you get sick, the thought of just a head or chest cold turning into bronchitis or pneumonia. It scared the absolute shit out of you.

Of course your mother would try and comfort you, rubbing your back and hugging you real tight, whispering that ‘everything will be okay’. Anything to soothe you, but sometimes it just wouldn’t work. 

You could be resting, trying to sleep but your mind would go to places where you’d wonder if your chest was hurting because it was more than a small chest cold. That you weren’t going to be okay and you needed to go to the hospital. 

You didn’t want Harry to be around when you had your anxiety attack, you normally can calm yourself down now that you're older and can somewhat take care of yourself. You didn’t want him to see you like that, especially when he’s older and you haven’t been dating that long. 

It was day two of being sick and waking up with a really raw cough and your nose running that you noticed that your chest was hurting more than the day before. You didn’t say anything when Harry woke up and offered to make you some tea with honey and lemon to soothe your aching throat. 

You didn’t say anything when he cuddled up behind you that afternoon after you told him you were tired and wanted to take a nap. Your head on his chest as he rubbed up and down your back softly, soothing the body aches you feel. You didn’t say anything as you both layed there, him falling asleep as your mind ran wild with possibilities that the chest pains you were feeling were more that to do with your cold. 

You only said something when he found you crying on the bathroom floor, having gently slipped from his arms and the bed when your anxiety got to be too much and the tears started to fall. 

“M-my chests h-hurts,” you almost sob, fear leaking into your hoarse voice. 

He nods, brows furrowed in concern, “Ok baby, it’s okay. Let’s get you back in bed.” He softly picks you up bridal style, your arms tightening around his shoulders and you hide your tear stained face in his neck. 

“Shh, darling, everything’s going to be alright.” he coos. 

Harry walks back into your bedroom and over to the side of the bed where all your pillows are propped up because it’s easier to breath sitting up than laying down. He gently places you on the soft mattress, pulling the comforter out from under your sock covered feet and pulling it up under your chin. 

“Just lay back, I’ll take care of you, okay baby?” he whispers, pushing a stray piece of hair off your forehead before he leans down and places a kiss there. You nod, letting out a cough and a weak smile. 

Harry walks into the kitchen and is back a minute later with some medicine, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you as he pours it in the little medicine up and hands it to you, “This is supposed to help ease the pain in your chest and throat, it’s a nighttime medicine which will probably make you sleepy but you need some sleep, i felt you tossing and turning all night last night.” he speaks softly, smiling over at you when you shoot him a small glare. “I also got you some more tea and crackers, because I know you don’t like the taste of the medicine.” Harry laughs softly as the soft smile you shoot him, an immediate mood change from glaring at him just a second ago. 

You quickly take the medicine and immediately reach for the tea harry’s holding, taking a long sip of the warm liquid helping soothe your throat. 

After laying back and Harry climbing in bed next to you, you cuddle up to him, your anxiety slowly floating away as Harry puts on your favorite marvel movies and you eat some crackers. You can feel yourself start falling asleep while the pain you were feeling in your chest eases. 

You fall asleep to Harry softly rubbing your back and placing a kiss to the top of your head while Marvel's Captain America: The Winter Soldier plays in the background.

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327 notes - Posted January 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

What about y/n asking BSF!Harry to teach her how to give a blow job?

Bsf!harry teaches how to give a blowjob.

Ok so I’ve completely lost my laptop charger lmao 😅🤦‍♀️ so I sucked it up and wrote this on my phone so if it sucks that what we’re going to blame it on! 😂BUT I’m back ??!?! MAYBE lol i really missed writing! 

Warnings: blowjob, throat grabbing ( NOT VIOLENT ( Not choking bc its loose and not meant in that way) nothing else?? Lmk if not!!

Word Count: 2247

I hope you enjoy!! Happy reading -G <3

Also this was not proof read or edited so sorry for any mistakes!! 

You and Harry have been best friends since before he auditioned for The X Factor - you and his mothers doing.

He was never a shy person, always singing or humming a tune, playing birthday parties with his band. That’s how you met actually, he and his band played at your now ex best friends birthday party.

You met through a friend of a friend and hit it off right from the start, talking about the same interests you both had in songwriting and music. You ended up talking the whole night, sharing a dance or two before exchanging numbers.

You guys texted each other everyday and pretty much every minute, always bringing up new interests and the most bizarre things. Eventually, you started to hangout with friends, until it was just the two of you watching movies, singing lyrics at the top of your lungs in the car, just having become each other’s best friends.

And that leads to today, watching your best friend up on stage living his dream of being a musician. Harry was on tour for his second album, his fans not knowing that just yesterday he finished recording the last song for his third solo album. He’s let you hear snippets, but nothing fully and it’s driving you crazy.

He uses to do that when he was in the band, sending you voice memos of lyrics in the middle of the night when he was halfway across the world from you. And each and every time you would wake up and listen to it over and over, just to feel a smidge closer to him.

Sometimes you’d even call him, just to hear his voice. He couldn’t talk long most times, but just hearing his voice made you feel butterflies.

That should’ve been the first thing you noticed when you finally realized you liked him, well as more than a friend. You were always yearning to be near him, to hear his voice or just any form of attention from him.

He was your best friend, and you’d never had a boyfriend before. You never had anytime for one, you were always with harry. Hanging out, texting, ect.

So later that night when the show was over and you all had finally gotten back to the hotel, showered and in bed, you realized how inexperienced you were.

You’ve had sex, not the best albeit, but you weren’t a virgin. But you hadn’t really done anything else, your intimate life was pretty vanilla compared to everything harry had told you he’s experienced.

You’ve never even given a blow job.

You haven’t really wanted to with any of the guys you’ve been with, but still.

Your mind took to a deep place where all you could think about was that Harry had probably gotten a lot of blowjobs from different women around the world. That made you jealous. But a hot too.

The wetness between your thighs could be felt through your thin sleep shorts, you were picturing harry naked, that beautiful butterfly tattoo on full display with his legs parted and someone bobbing their head up and down on his cock.

You didn’t even realize what you were doing until your fingers connected with your swollen clit and started circling, the pleasure you were giving yourself completely clouded your imagination, until it wasn’t just ‘someone’ bobbing their head up and down on Harry’s dick, it was you.

Pleasure shot through you, a moan slipping out just as a knock sound at the door and it was pushed open. You’ve never sat up and covered yourself faster.

Harry’s surprised green eyes stare back at you, the extra key card to your room grasped between his lean strong fingers.

You had forgotten that he had a key card to your room, just like you do to his. It was what you always did when you were on tour with him, that way you both could just go right in without have to have someone open the door.

“I-“ you start to say before realizing he was walking closer, the heavy door now closed behind him.

“What we’re you doing?” He Asks you, is voice deep and his eyes bright and filled with heat. His eyes trail down you, to your tank top that’s not hiding the fact that you’re not wearing a bra, to your hard nipples and down to your blanket covered lap. Lingering on your hand that was just down your shorts not even a minute ago.

“Not” you clear your throat, placing a small hesitant smile across your lips, “nothing.” And you leave it at that, the blush heating your cheeks making it apparent that it wasn’t just ‘nothing’.

He stays quiet, just looking between you and your reddened cheeks, you take a moment to take him in. White shirt tightly hugging his toned chest, you could see his tattoos faintly through it and a pair of black gym shorts. The tiger tattoo peaks out just a tad and you imagine yourself riding it.

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