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kylejsugarman · 1 year
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“jesse. i don’t know. WHAT would make you think that i would EVER sell you to one direction. really, just calm down and think about this logically, think about it. what would i possibly gain from selling you to one direction?? i don’t even know how one would get into contact with them. please, just take a moment and think—really think—about who WOULD be able to contact such a famous band. a man of high social standing, right?? a notable businessman, who—what?? this envelope of loose british pounds in my hand?? jesse, ive always had this—”
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cupid-styles · 5 months
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lil blurb based on this concept
content warnings: cheating!!! (not on y/n or harry) spicy content (dom/sub dynamics, kinda rough, a bit of spitting, dirty talk)
. . . “You don’t tell anyone anything. Do you hear me?”
They only take a moment from moving their lips against one another’s, hot and wet as their tongues fight for dominance. She can practically feel Harry rolling his eyes as he presses messy kisses along her jawline, his strong hands squeezing her hips tightly.
“I don’t care enough to fuck up your relationship,” he mutters between harsh nips at her skin. She gasps and tugs at his hair. “This is just sex.”
“Uh-huh.” She nods and allows her eyes to flutter shut as his mouth slowly goes lower, ghosting over her bralette-clad chest. She whimpers when she feels his hot mouth suckle over her nipple through the fabric, arching her back to press further into his touch.
“Desperate,” he mumbles, “Can tell your boyfriend never fuckin’ touches you. You’re drenching yourself over a makeout.”
“Shut up,” she whines, bucking her hips slightly when he tugs the material down. He instantly attaches his lips to the bud, pausing only momentarily to spit on the hardened peak. She moans at the sensation, adoring the way he’s already manhandling her, his touch far rougher than her boyfriend’s.
“You shut up and let me fuck you like the whore you are, yeah?” he growls, straightening his posture to grab her face. She gasps but allows him to smush her cheeks together humiliatingly. “You came here, basically begging for my cock because he’s too stupid to let your body go to waste. Don’t try and fight me for dominance, sweetheart.”
It’s the acknowledgement of her romantic partner that does it for her — the realization that Harry knew exactly what she was doing when she asked to come over tonight. He saw right through her, and he never even stopped her.
It’s like a switch is turned on. Suddenly, she’s willing to submit to him, to allow him to dominate her the way she’s desperately craving. The way she wished he would.
“Okay,” she breathes, panting harshly as she watches a smirk curl at his lips. “Yes, okay. Fuck me like the whore I am.”
“Atta girl.”
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sunshineandlyrics · 11 months
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The Harry sticker on the fan's phone that Louis was holding during FITFWT Maryland Heights, 9 June 2023 x
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statementlou · 2 days
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The Forum, July 14 2018
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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Someone broke into my house dressed as Elvis Presley and turns out that someone was Harry Fucking Styles.
He looked at my phone and said, "That's... an app."
Then he left.
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watchmegetobsessed · 1 year
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Harry has been your first ever crush. As your brother’s best friend, it was kind of inevitable to fall into the cliche of yearning after the boy that always hung out in your basement, playing video games with your brother and eating out the fridge. He was practically family. Well, not to you, because you always harboured deeper feelings for him, but you kind of always knew he only saw you as a little sister. with an age gap of four years, he always felt like he was out of your reach, way too old for you.
But the years went by, he went off to college with your brother and you did the same when your time came and suddenly you weren’t a little girl anymore but a 26 years old woman with a buzzing career and a whole new, independent life away from where you grew up.
You were visiting home and it happened to be at the same time your brother did too along with Harry who was still his best mate. Your mom invited him over for dinner and you were nervous to see the boy you were so desperately in love with as a teenager. You put on a nice dress, did your hair and makeup and excitedly waited for him to arrive.
When he walked in it was like all the air got knocked out of your lungs and suddenly you were thirteen again. He had the same smile on his face, a bouquet of flowers in his hands for your mom and he wore a blazer over a button down shirt which felt like an odd outfit for him but he somehow still made it work. His eyes locked on you and it seemed like he was speechless, taking the new, grown you in. Last time he saw you you barely just turned eighteen, you were definitely starting to look more mature then but you were nowhere near your current form.
“Y/N, hi!” he softly greeted you before pulling you into a hug.
Dinner felt like heaven and hell at the same time, because you couldn’t stop staring at Harry, you wanted to ask a million questions but you kept quiet, sipping on some red wine. You played some board games later and talked some more before the boys went down to the basement for some nostalgia and your parents called it a night. You showered and tried to get yourself to bed bout you felt so restless, you went down to the kitchen to make yourself a tea but were met with Harry already putting on the kettle.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked with a cheeky smile as he grabbed a mug for you as well, still moving around the place like it was his home.
“Too much on my mind,” you shrugged.
“Maybe it would be easier if you unloaded some of it,” he suggests, pouring the hot water into the mugs.
“You want to have a heart to heart with me, Styles?” you chuckle as he hands you the mug.
“Only if you want to.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t trust myself around you.”
Your bold answer surprised him as he looked at you over the brim of his mug, analysing your words wildly.
“Did I do something to earn that?” he asked at last.
You shook your head. “No. But I’m feeling very nostalgic right now and I feel like a teenager again. And as a teenager I was madly in love with you.”
You had no idea where this courage was coming from, the flirting, the eye contact, it was all so daring but you couldn’t and didn’t want to hold yourself back.
“Is that so?” he hummed and his face was unreadable.
“Yeah. Surprised?”
“Not entirely. I had a suspicion, but I guess it never registered in my mind.” He took a sip of his tea, his eyes glued to you. “But I guess it hit me in the head when I saw you tonight.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you tilted your head to the side.
“It means that I didn’t see the little girl anymore, just the beautiful woman you are today and for a moment I debated whether you still feel the dame about me or if you’ve moved on.”
Now he was definitely returning the flirting and you liked where it was going. There was a switch in the air that just added more to your confidence as you put your mug down and moved closer to him.
“What would you do if I still felt the same way?”
Harry stared down at you, his eyes lazily wandered down to your lips and then back to your eyes before he answered.
“I would find out how bad you really want me and then show you that I feel the same way.”
You couldn’t tell if you actually moaned or it was just in your head, but you both moved towards each other at the same time, only for the moment and opportunity to be crushed by your own brother who came into the kitchen with heavy steps, making you jump back instantly.
“Alright, I’ll give you a ride home, bud, I’m ready,” he announced, jiggling his car keys before he headed out.
“How long are you staying home?” Harry asked in a rush, pure lust swirling in his eyes.
“Tuesday.”
“Come over tomorrow?” he asked, backing towards the door, but still looking straight into your eyes. You could only nod before he smirked and walked out, leaving you alone in the kitchen with your hammering heart and the realisation that you literally just seduced your brother’s best friend.
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larrylimericks · 1 year
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5Mar23
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A selfie shot in a gym mirror, Fast gone but H couldn’t be clearer: An Up All Night flex (Fetus Larry on pecs!), There’s naur one who holds 1D dearer.
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towersedits · 1 year
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harry styles ♡ like or reblog if u save please, enjoy ♡
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ilovts · 2 years
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agunisscar · 1 year
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photos of nijiro murakami that make me want to raid his closet
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styleswithaseaview · 2 months
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boyfriendrry my beloved ❤️❤️❤️
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lockscreens-n-shit · 1 year
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One Direction lyrics
Like/Reblog if you save 🤍
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delicatepointofview · 2 years
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Harry sending a message to a fan after golfing. Bonus:
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7wallpapers · 1 year
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Harry Styles
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ᵕ̈ like or reblog if you save ᵕ̈
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sauraije · 3 months
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10 years ago Taylor was in the studio recording I Know Places (a haylor song) and then Harry called Ryan to ask him what he was doing there because HE WAS ALSO THERE and Ryan told him he was working with Taylor...
So of course that day they saw each other. Happy 10 years.
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ihatehappinness · 10 months
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I have nothing to draw D:
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