Series of Harry Styles smut one shots that I have written. Some are continuations of the imagines i do on my Instagram (@HarrysScuffedVans) All types of Harry, dark, soft, AU. Most will be standalone stories, but could consider follow ups if requested. Will take requests and suggestions on storylines. Will not do Larry requests. This is entirely fictional, everything i'm writing is only including their names for what they look like. Their personalities in the one shots are entirely made up by me for the benefit of the stories.

In which our golden girl of Le Rêveur strip club meets with a mysterious new client. C.W: contains coarse language and VERY NSFW sexual content. 18+. Started: April 2021 Completed: September 2021 I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.

• A COLLECTION OF HARRY STYLES ONE SHOTS • - use of vulgar language and explicit content | 18+ - list of warnings added in the beginning of each one shot - mc's are faceless (will have names) - aesthetics for each one are included in the header - nsfw!

A collection of one-shots from Harry and Ella.

A collection of Harry Styles one shots. All different types, all different scenarios. Here's a look into what story ideas are floating around in my head:)

In which; it's a collection of one-shots, all filled with different versions of your favourite man.

She had been pure as snow before they met. But she never wanted it like that. Although she might not be the first to admit it, something deep inside of her always wanted to explore, always wanted to try new things, to experience...more. And as soon as he figured it out, he couldn't say no. Or, I wanted to see what would happen if all of those "harry makes louis wear a butt plug all day" fics were het and this happened.

Originally posted on my Patreon as one of my Needy H pieces.

This piece was originally written for Patreon and split into to separate posts. She shifted her body again, pushing his other leg open and seating herself between them. Her arms danced from side to side for a moment while she tried to figure out the best position to get at the spot she was working on. Finally she settled herself, pushed his briefs up a couple of inches to give herself more room, and went back to work. "Yeah well Harry Styles didn't want to risk more of his personal information being made public," he grumbled. Y/N chose to ignore that comment, grasping onto whatever shreds of professionality she had left to her name. But that didn't last long, when upon pushing the gun down a little harder in order to fill in one of the eyes, Harry let out a moan from above her. A moan. A fucking moan. Harry fucking Styles let out a fucking moan while she was working on his thigh piece.

And for a moment, he had almost forgotten his predicament. But when she giggled and her entire body shook a bit, her leg once again brushed up against his length. Taking him by surprise, he didn't have the wherewithal to hold his breath and accidentally let out a small, short moan. Her body stiffened up then, head rising up off his chest to look at him. "Harry, did you?" "No." "But you..." "No, I didn't." "But I can feel-" "You can't."