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stregoni-benefici · 1 year
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Harry Clearwater in the Last of Us was an intentional twilight reference
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artichow · 4 months
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practicing portraits and trying to figure out how to draw the boys
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rainbowsuffice1 · 10 months
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HE EXPECTS ME NOT TO DIE AFTER THIS?????
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johnmeowston · 27 days
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whoever has my voodoo doll could you throw it at the wall really hard. Thanks
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rainbowbeanstyles · 1 year
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louis you are beautiful as fuck
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stylesloveclub · 1 year
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Pleasing (jealous blurb)
In which another waiter flirts with y/n, and Harry gets really jealous.
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Y/n stands in front of Harry, dressed in an oversized apron and a silly little chef's hat that she���d found discarded in his pantry.
“Tonight,” Harry announces, “we’re going to make a simple honey-garlic glazed salmon, served on white rice with a side of roasted vegetables. Do you have all your ingredients prepared?”
His kitchen island is covered with all the necessary materials that she might need for the cooking session that Harry’s planned for them. “Yes, chef!” she salutes.
Considering how he’s one of the world’s best chefs and she’s a college student who only ever goes into her kitchen to boil water for her cup of noodles… he thought it’d be cute if he planned a little cooking lesson for her. He’s chosen a meal on the rather simple side – fish is quick to cook and takes very little prepping, and rice is a food that even a child could make. Paired with a healthy variety of vegetables, this is the perfect meal that he thinks y/n should learn to cook for herself so that she wouldn’t be living off of frozen meals anymore.
He rolls his eyes at her silly behavior. “This isn’t Hell’s Kitchen, puppy.”
“I dunno,” she contemplates. “You’re giving Gordon Ramsey vibes right now.”
“Except m’not gonna yell at you and make you cry.” He steps forward and cups her face tenderly, looking into her pretty eyes, his gaze filled with adoration and care. “Just want you to be able to make yourself something other than a frozen pizza.”
She smiles cutely, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him sweetly. His eyes flutter shut momentarily, reveling in her soft kiss. “You’re so sweet,” she murmurs against his lips. “M’ready to learn. Tell me what to do.”
He pulls away. “Preheat the oven to 425. Do you know how to do it, or do you want me to show you?”
She rolls her eyes. “I know how to turn on an oven.”
“Hey miss sassy, just asking!” He steps back in surrender. “I’ll get the vegetables ready while you do that, then.” He grabs their carrots, cauliflower, zucchini, and sweet potatoes (all veggies that y/n had picked out when they’d gone grocery shopping together), and runs them under the water to rinse them clean.
Meanwhile, y/n stands in front of his oven, a furrow between her brows. In her shitty little kitchen at her apartment, the oven just has one panel where you enter the temperature you want, and then a single button to “Start.” Harry, however, has two ovens stacked on top of each other, with a bunch of complicated settings. Did it matter if they used the top oven or the bottom oven? Were they baking or broiling? Convection on or off?
“Um, Harry…” She looks at him helplessly, tail between her legs. “I don’t know how to work this.”
He shakes his head and chuckles, drying the rinsed vegetables off. “I thought you knew how to turn an oven on?”
“Okay well your oven is stupid and fancy,” she gripes, crossing her arms as he saunters towards her cockily.
He stands behind her, leaning over her shoulder so that his front presses against her back as he adjusts the settings. One of his hands rests gently on her shoulder as he murmurs in her ear, “Press top oven, then bake. Then you press start once and put in 425, then press it again and it’ll start heating up.”
She grumbles once more, Harry hovering behind her with a satisfied smirk. “What next?”
“Need to cut the vegetables.”
“Okay, I can do that!”
“No, no…” Harry stops her as she reaches for the huge knife that he’d set out on the cutting board. This knife is meant for professionals, sharp enough to cut through a piece of paper in midair. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
She pouts at him. “Harryyy,” she whines. “Let me help!”
“You are helping! You can make the sauce right now, baby, that’s the most important part,” he coos reassuringly, “Let me do the cutting though, don’t want you to cut your fingers or anything. The knife is just a bit too big for you.” He presses a soft kiss to her fingertips as he says it, re-emphasizing how delicate and precious she is to him. “Okay?”
“Okay,” she agrees softly. She can’t help but melt into a puddle when he takes that soft tone with her, talking down to her sweetly and making her feel all fuzzy inside. Of course she’ll listen to him! Especially when he kisses her fingertips so softly like that!
“Good girl,” he praises. “Can you get the honey and mix it with some lemon juice?”
She nods, mixing the ingredients into one bowl and whisking them until the honey is no longer as thick and sticky as it initially was, watered down by the acidic lemon juice. She looks at Harry expectantly, who’s cutting the carrots into bite sized pieces at the cutting board, waiting for the next instructions. “I put some butter to melt in the microwave,” he says, “could you take it out and add it to your sauce?”
She does that as well, then adds some garlic and pepper flakes as instructed by Harry, whisking it together until she has a rich sauce sitting in front of her.
“That’s gonna be for the salmon, so you can set it to the side for now.” He brings a big bowl of chopped vegetables and sets it in front of y/n. “Now we’ve got to toss these with some oil so it doesn’t burn in the oven. And some seasoning, obviously.” He lets y/n add the salt and pepper, and adds a generous drizzle of oil, before showing y/n how to toss it all together so that each piece gets evenly coated. Then, together they spread the veggies out on the baking tray. By this point the oven has preheated all the way, and is ready for the veggies to go in.
“Let me do it,” y/n says when Harry opens the oven.
He looks at her hesitantly, but she pouts up at him with her cute, puppy dog face. The one that gets her whatever she wants, the one Harry can’t say no to. “Fine. But wear some oven mitts.”
After the veggies go in the oven, Harry does most of the remaining work. He massages their salmon fillets with the sauce that y/n made (which he makes sure to compliment, tasting a bit of the sauce and telling her how yummy it is and how nicely she made it), then puts them on a baking pan right underneath the veggies. “We put the vegetables in first because they need 40 minutes in the oven, more or less. The fish, however, needs to come out of the oven in exactly 15 minutes, or else it’ll be dry. Got it?”
She nods from where she’s positioned herself on his kitchen counter, watching him wash his hands. He slots himself to stand between her legs, hands resting on her spread thighs. “What do you think?” he asks, “Easy enough to make on your own?”
She wraps her arms around his neck. “Yeah, I think I could do it. Don’t think it’ll be as good as when you make it though,” she pouts.
He kisses her cheek. “I’ll always cook for you when we’re together. This is only for when I’m away. What did you eat when I was in Milan?”
“Um… a lot of bagels. And dino nuggets.”
He holds in his gag, imagining the sad, soggy nuggets that she must’ve been having for dinner when he wasn’t there to make her gourmet meals. “Exactly. You need to be able to make yourself some nutritious meals for when I’m not here to cook for you.”
Her fingers curl into the hair at the back of his head, staring up at him sweetly. She can’t believe she somehow snagged a guy who cared this much about her, who would spend his weekend teaching her how to cook vegetables so that she had something healthy to eat when he wasn’t with her.
She’s just about to lean in for a kiss when her phone rings, interrupting their little moment. Harry steps away from his spot between her legs, letting her hop down from the counter and rush to her phone.
“Hi!!,” she says to whoever’s on the other side of the phone, one of her friends from college from what he can tell. Her voice is sweet and sugary, like always.
Harry leans on the counter, crossing his arms across his chest as he watches her with a fond smile. She bites mindlessly at her cuticles as she listens to what her friend is telling her, and he stops himself from walking over to pull her hand away from her mouth. Her nail biting habit is one that he’s trying to break, not a fan of the way she sometimes makes her pretty hands bleed from how often she bites at them.
“When are you going?” y/n asks on the phone, pacing from one side of the kitchen to the other. “Today? Oh… no, I don’t think I can come. I’m…um, I’m at my friend's house.” She stutters over her words as she tries to figure out how to word it, very clearly avoiding name dropping Harry, or even hinting that she’s at a guy’s house.
It makes Harry’s brows furrow. She’s at her friend’s house? Friend? He doubts she gets on her hands and knees and begs to get fucked by her other friends.
In his head, they were in a relationship. She was his, and he was hers. No questions asked.
He cares for her quite deeply, if it wasn’t obvious, and for the most part believed that she felt the same way. So he wonders… why would she avoid calling him more than just a friend? Did her friends even know that she was seeing someone, or did she not even want to call whatever they have going on as “seeing each other?”
The oven timer goes off before he can question her about it.
A conversation for later, he supposes.
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“Hey, y/n!”
Harry’s ears perk up when he hears her name, being called from down the hallway.
“What’s up, Jason?” she responds, bright and bubbly. She’s always like that at work, no matter how dragging her shift may be. He thinks that’s why the staff like her so much – she’s a drop of sunshine right in the middle of their restaurant.
“How are you doing?” he asks, smiling down at her and crossing his arms in a way that he hopes makes his biceps bulge attractively. Jason is another one of the waiters at Pleasing, a college student just like y/n. They’d once bonded over the fact that they go to the same university, but he majors in business, which is completely unrelated to what she studies.
“Oh, good! Same old, same old,” she huffs cheerily, waving her hand in the air as if she were waving away her troubles. “V’got a huge party coming in at 8, you know how that is.” Having a table of seven people is always a struggle… larger parties tend to stay at the restaurant for up to 4 hours, ordering a bunch of extra drinks and sweets until they’re practically kicked out of the restaurant. Y/n dreads the thought of how much she’ll be running around, trying to keep up with seven people’s orders, and how late she’ll be stuck here. If they’re coming in at 8… christ she might not get home until 1 in the morning. She wonders if Harry’ll be willing to wait for her so that they could still drive home together.
“Damn, that sucks,” Jason hisses sympathetically. “You know… how about I talk to Alfredo and see if we could switch tables?”
“Oh, don’t be silly Jason! You’re basically done for tonight, didn’t you just get the bill for your last table?”
“I mean– yeah, but I insist.” He smiles down at her charmingly, “you work so hard, I think you deserve to go home early tonight, yeah? Let me take care of your tables.”
Harry decides he’s heard enough. He stands from his desk, brows furrowed and steps out into the hallway, where he sees his y/n, smiling up at this silly college boy. It grinds his gears, jaw clenching and fingers fisting at his sides.
“Jason. Y/n.” he snaps. Their smiles are instantly ripped off their faces, the two employees straightening up as soon as they hear Harry’s stern voice. “What are we standing around for? Don’t you have tables to attend to?”
“Apologies, chef,” Jason says, at the same time y/n murmurs out a soft, “Sorry Mr. Styles.” She looks at him sadly, seemingly wounded by the harsh tone of his voice, and it takes everything in him not to melt at the sight of her sad puppy eyes.
“Get back to work,” he grits out harshly, turning on his heel.
He steps into his office, and slams the door behind him.
“What a miserable old prick, am I right?” Jason murmurs to y/n to lighten the moment, when he thinks Mr. Styles can no longer hear them. She doesn’t respond.
Harry doesn’t know how to interpret her silence.
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There’s a quiet, timid knock at Harry’s office door.
“Mr. Styles?” Y/n steps in nervously, shutting the door behind her.
Harry looks up momentarily, then back down at his paperwork. He ignores her.
“Harry?” she tries again. Again, he says nothing. His brows are furrowed as harshly scribbles something out on his paper, but it’s not his usual concentrated furrow. He seems upset.
“What’s wrong?” she pries, stepping closer to his desk. When he once again doesn't even glance up at her, she huffs. “Why are you ignoring me?”
He stops writing, his blue pen halting mid-word on his paper, before speaking slowly. “How do you think I feel, when I see you entertain that stupid boy’s flirting?”
She pouts, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Flirting? I… I haven’t been flirting with anyone?” she says quizzically, confused by this random accusation.
He scoffs, finally looking up at her. “I know you’re not that stupid, puppy.”
She blinks at him, still confused.
“That boy– Jason.” he grumbles. “He’s so clearly flirting with you.”
“Jason?” she asks again.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed it.”
“I– well… he’s just being nice,” y/n explains, as if Harry’s a child throwing a tantrum. “You’re overreacting.”
He blinks at her, processing her words. Overreacting. As if everyone in the kitchen hasn't noticed the way Jason stares at y/n's ass whenever she bends down, or how he's always falling behind on his tables trying to talk to her! Could she really not have noticed?
He shakes his head in disbelief. “Fine, whatever.” He looks back down at his paperwork.
The audacity of this man, she thinks to herself, to ignore her like a fucking five year old. “He offered to cover my tables, that’s it–” she continues to explain, but he cuts her off.
He holds in the urge to explode. “I dropped it,” he grits out instead. “I suggest you do the same.”
In his head, he's envisioning every single way that Jason's ever looked at y/n weirdly, all the instances in which Jason's flirted with her, asked her if she has a boyfriend. But, if she’s going to ignore the way Jason was smiling at her, standing so close to her, offering to do favors for her... then there’s no point in him trying to fight it.
He’s just a friend to her, anyways.
“Leave me. I have work to finish,” he mutters coldly.
He starts writing, and she feels her heart break a little bit.
“Yes sir,” she murmurs, voice thick as she steps out of his office.
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The rest of her shift is dull.
Jason doesn’t end up taking her table, since Mr. Styles had yelled at them and scared him off, so she’s up on her feet, constantly buzzing from the dining room to the kitchen, heart heavy with every step.
Every time she goes down the hallway, past Harry’s office door, she feels resentment building up in her chest. How dare he? Accuse her of flirting with someone else, when she was literally just doing her job, then ignoring her and kicking her out of his office like she’s some stray puppy annoying him for some food.
God, the fucking nerve! Was she supposed to just stop being nice to people to appease Harry’s jealousy? How could anyone in their right mind think offering to cover someone’s tables is a method of flirting?
“Psst.” She’s snapped out of her rage by Grace poking at her shoulder. “Jason wanted me to give you this.”
She looks down at the small piece of paper Grace holds out to her. “What is it?” She opens it up, and finds 10 digits written down in scrawny, boyish handwriting. A phone number.
Grace smiles at her teasingly. “He asked me if you’re single. He’s super into you, said he’s been trying to drop hints ever since you got hired but you’re always too busy to notice.”
Oh, she realizes, heart dropping. Harry was right.
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She stays behind after the restaurant closes, hoping to get a moment alone with Harry. He hasn’t left his office at all tonight, not even to check on the chefs when one of them burnt some bread in the toaster. As everyone packs up their stuff, closes up their stations, and leaves, y/n stays in the staff room.
Only once everyone has left does she head to his office.
The light from under his door is the only thing lighting up the dark hallway. She knocks softly, but enters without waiting for him to say “come in.”
He looks up, slightly startled. He thought he was the only one left in the building. His tense shoulders relax when he realizes it’s just y/n.
His hair is mussed, curly tendrils sticking every which way as if he’d been raking his fingers through it every five minutes, tugging at his roots frustratedly. “What is it?” he asks. His eyes are red and stressed too… he’s never looked this tired.
“Jason asked me out,” she says, fingers wringing behind her back nervously. Harry freezes. His shoulders tense and his heart stops.
“Oh.” He puts his pen down and looks up at her. “Are you going to say yes?” he asks lightly, no indication of the turmoil in his stomach.
“Jesus Harry,” she breathes, confused and shocked by his words. “No, why would I? Why would you even think that?”
He shrugs. “Makes more sense for you to be dating a college kid. Someone who goes to school with you, who you can tell your friends about.” His words slowly reveal his insecurities, that he’s older than her, boring and something that she might be ashamed of. “Better than dating some miserable old prick, isn’t it?”
“Harry…” she trails off softly. “I’m– I’m not the slightest bit interested in Jason. Or anyone else.” She looks up at him with round eyes, her voice growing shy, “only… only you.”
“Well then, why–” he cuts himself off, trying to formulate his words in his head. He shakes his head at himself, frustrated, and stares at the table. ““The other day, when you were at mine… you told your buddies that you were at a ‘friends’ house.” He looks up at her sadly, “It was like you were trying to keep us a secret. Like you didn’t want them to know you were… seeing someone.”
Her breath hitches in her throat as he continues, “If you don’t want t’tell your friends, then how am I supposed to know that we’re… exclusive? It made me feel like– like you didn’t think this was as serious as I did.”
“No,” she breathes, “no, you’ve got it all wrong.”
She walks around his desk to stand in front of him. He rolls his chair back, and she situates herself on his lap, straddling him and holding onto his face. “I didn’t tell them because… well we just haven’t talked about it, have we?” Her eyes flicker with insecurity as she rubs her delicate fingers over his cheekbones, his stubble rough against the skin of her pretty hands. “Because… well what if I went around telling people that I’m your girlfriend, and you didn’t want that? What if I’m just some clingy kid who just self-proclaimed myself as your girlfriend?”
He holds her wrist gently, keeping her hands pressed against his cheek. “Baby...” he murmurs delicately.
“I was worried that maybe you didn’t want to call it the same thing I did,” she continues sadly. “I– I didn’t want to scare you off.”
“Puppy… I thought you knew,” he cups her jaw and looks into her eyes so earnestly that she feels her heart swell. “Thought you knew that you’re mine, that m’obsessed with you.” He nudges his nose against hers softly, “Don’t care what you call it, as long as you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she whispers back with a smile. “Nobody else’s.”
“I… I got so sad when I saw him flirting with you,” he admits shyly. “Thought he was gonna steal you away.”
“I’m sorry, I should’ve–”
“S’not your fault, puppy. You’re too sweet to even notice it, always wanna see the best in people.” He chuckles to himself warmly, caressing her cheek softly, “precious little thing.”
“Well, if it helps,” she says, leaning her face towards his touch, “I texted him and said I’m not interested. Told him that I’m seeing someone,” her eyes glimmer happily, “and that it’s pretty serious.”
His eyes grow warm and a grin spreads on his face, “good… yeah, that’s good.” With one hand cupping her jaw and another on her waist to hold her steady on his lap, he leans in for a kiss, slotting their lips together and fluttering his eyes shut.
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When they get home, it’s all soft touches and warm words.
He’s so happy, a warm feeling bubbling in his stomach at the idea that y/n is his… that she’s his girlfriend, or whatever you want to call it. It’d been so long since he felt like this, so long since he’d been in a serious, real relationship. It made him giddy. He felt like he was 12 years old, kissing a girl for the first time all over again.
He pulls her into his bedroom before she even has the chance to put her stuff down, taking her bag from her and stripping her of her clothes. He unbuttons her blouse slowly, kissing her softly as he fiddles with each button, and unzips her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. He guides her hands up to his shirt, so that she could do the same– undress him, kiss him, run her hands up and down his bare chest the way he’s doing to the soft skin of her back.
He places her on his bed gently, hovers over her and kisses all over her, just worshiping her. He kisses her face, her cheeks, her lips, down her neck, over her breasts, and along her stomach. He kisses her core, licks and sucks somehow romantically, until she’s cumming on his tongue, whimpering his name softly and arching her back towards him. Her hands touch all over his body, skimming over his muscular back and gripping his shoulders as he comes back up to kiss her.
He lines himself up with her, and pushes in one smooth, gentle stroke. Her legs wrap around his hips, and he rocks into her, moaning into her mouth and breathing heavily against her neck.
“Fuck baby,” he whispers, “You’re mine. Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to look at.” She moans delicately, opening her eyes and staring up at him with rose-clouded vision. “Say it– tell me you’re mine,” he whimpers.
“Yours,” she whines, “all yours.”
When he cums, he cums inside of her, spurting into her in long, thick streaks that fill her to the brim. He moans softly into her neck, shuddering on top of her, and she caresses her fingers through his hair, kissing all over his face until he pulls out. They lie next to each other, and in her sleepy haze, she whispers out his name.
“If I’m yours, does that mean you’re mine too?” she asks, eyes wide.
He turns towards her and brushes her hair out of her face, “That’s exactly what that means sweetheart.” He kisses her sweetly. “M’all yours."
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Whatcha Doin' Step Bro
*Part 2*
Read Part 1 Here
Pairing: Harry Styles // Y/N (Step-Sibling EU)
Word Count: ~ 9k words
🔞WARNINGS🔞: adult language, rough smut, degradation, overstimulation, references to a filthy masturbation session, sexual fantasies involving a step sibling, inappropriate touching between step siblings, dom!harry, sub!y/n, cum fetish, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected p-in-v
[y/m/n=your middle name; if you don’t have one, you can just ignore it 😊]
You couldn’t stop thinking about it. About the thing. How wet his dick was, how he knew you were there at the doorway, the way he looked at you…and he just…came all over himself. You speed through your neighborhood streets to sink yourself into the realm of retail. It’s meant to be a distraction—a visual diversion to get your mind off of Harry and his dripping cock. But it’s as if a part of your subconscious is holding a marathon of your short-term memory, and the past 15 minutes loops on a suspiciously high-definition projector inside of your brain…
You wake up. Harry isn’t shitting on your day 1st thing in the morning. Life seems livable for an hour or so. You think it’s strange, but you want to savor it while you still can. As if he could sense your state of ease, Harry yells for you from his bedroom. You reluctantly decide to check on him. Being well-mannered, you knock on his door before entering. He responds strangely. Your imagination has brought you to dire conclusions. You open the door, growing concerned for his well-being. Then, boom—you get front-row seats to see your step brother and his stupid, perfect cock, and after his cum finishes shooting out of him like lotion out of a pump, he has the audacity to assume you’d want to sample some.
He’s such a scumbag. What—does he think you’re in some kind of pure taboo, bratty-sis, family strokes, sis-loves-me video?! Not that you ever watch those…or even know what they are…
Who are you kidding—you’ve explored this fantasy in the privacy of your bedroom more times than you can count. Especially since the other day when Harry fingered you in the laundry room and left you before you could cum. You’re still mad about that, by the way. Right after it happened, you bolted for your room where you shut your door behind you, dropped to your knees on the floor, and rubbed at your clit to finish what he’d started. You muffled your moans with your free hand as you rode out your perpetual orgasms. It was pathetic how quickly you’d gotten yourself writhing and humping against your fingers to the sick imagery of your step brother savoring your natural lubricant from his fingers. You’d only ever dreamt of something like that coming to fruition. You’ve been entertaining yourself in this perverse land of daydreams for so long—pretending to be repulsed by your step brother and his malignant vulgarity. 
Meanwhile, your thoughts have progressively been plagued by filthy scenarios where you and your step brother participate in extremely inappropriate activities in places where it’s extremely likely for the two of you to get caught. The details aren’t too important…but they do change according to whatever Harry chooses to say and/or do to you each day. 
For example—one time, it was late and you’d just arrived back home from a friend’s house. As you tiptoed across the first floor towards the main staircase, you were spooked by the sudden noise of someone clearing their throat in the living room. You froze and whipped your head in the direction where it came from, squinting in the darkness to try and identify any odd shapes or shadows. Then a phone screen lit up to illuminate his face. Harry’s face. Easily startled, you sucked in a gasp and knocked your elbow against the wooden railing. You clutched onto your arm to self-soothe and tried to hold in an echoing yelp. “Ouch…! Harryyy!” You whisper-yelled. Your eyes darted back to him as if he’d been the one to directly cause you harm. He wasn’t even looking at you; rather, he was pretending to be occupied with his device as if he was completely unaware of your presence. Prick. You knew he was up to something.
“Harry!” You hiss, slowly approaching him near the sofa.
That was when he finally acknowledged you by lazily lifting his gaze to travel up your figure, taking his sweet time in doing so. “Oh…you’re home.” His voice was both dull and bitter in its tone. You sensed more tension in the room than usual, and you wondered what sort of fight he was trying to pick at 2 o’clock in the goddamned morning. While you were sleepily making sense of the situation in your head, Harry went ahead and gave you a hefty clue as to why he seemed so peeved. 
“So, how’d it go with what’s-his-nuts?” He shut his phone off before reaching beside him and clicking a lamp on. It took a few uncomfortable seconds for your eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness. Due to the unpleasant combination of drowsiness, the lingering sting on your funny-bone, and the overall irritation climbing up your spine from Harry preventing you from going straight to sleep, you answered his stupid question with pure impatience. “His name is Max, and I had a lot of fun, actually.” You ended your statement with a sigh. The sound came off as more of a swooning sigh, but that was completely unintentional. You were just exhausted and you honestly didn’t feel like staying up even later just for your step brother to tease you about a guy you just hung out with.  “Ah, I see…” he hummed, staring you and your body down as if it were his property to defend.
Max was just a friend, but Harry wasn’t convinced of that. It certainly didn’t help matters that you’d returned home so late wearing the not-so-conservative outfit you’d chosen to wear. 
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But you'd only participated in a movie marathon, and you both just lost track of time. Honestly—that was it. Sure, there may be a possibility that Max has a little crush on you. But he’s never tried to make a move on you or cross any boundaries. He’s nothing but a kind, funny, respectful gentleman towards you, and you value his friendship. 
Harry has met him in person a few times and he’s always put on this protective older brother persona as some intimidation tactic to make Max nervous whenever he comes over. It’s like he’s a jealous boyfriend or something, except he’s your step brother, and he essentially has no valid reason to act the way he does. Regardless, you still had to put up with the grump and his accusatory attitude after every interaction you have with your friend.
“…Hope you kids at least used protection…” Harry’s expression grew even more resentful, but to his surprise, your face immediately reflected the same. “Wha—what the fuck, Harry?!” You whisper-yelled, stomping all the way towards him with your arms crossed over your middle. The man just propped his leg upon his opposite knee and huffed in disbelief. “Oh, c’mon, Y/N. Don’t play coy w’me. Everyone knows he’s dying to fuck you—” 
“—Stop! He is not!”
“Ok. Keep tellin’ y’self that, babe—”
“—Don’t fucking call me that.” You held out an accusatory finger at him.
“Oi, whatever. I just hope he’s got a fresh box of Trojans at his place.” You made a face at him. “Ugh, just shut up, Harry.” 
He hummed, dropping his leg down so he could spread his knees wide and sit back against the couch cushion with his hands behind his head. “Hmm…oh, by the way…” He slowly stood to his feet, towering over you as if he were twice your size. You felt the remnants of whatever power or tenacity you had slip from your lips in a tiny whimper as his chest brushed against yours and your nipples perked up at the contact even through the layers of your clothing. You swallowed dryly. The lack of decent moisture in your mouth almost made you choke.
Harry leant down so his lips and stubble tickled your cheek. “…Don’t you ever tell me what I’m allowed to call you. I can speak to you however the fuck I want. You understand me?” His voice was deep and harsh, his accent thick. It only got like that when he was serious. I guess this was one of those times. Your heart sunk to the floor. He carefully pulled away and you were actually quite aroused by his display of dominance…at first. 
Your step brother was just trying to get a rise out of you. His method of doing so was really fucking hot and you desperately wanted to be a good girl so he’d reward you later…but that’s not what this was. No. Harry wanted to use your crush on him to his advantage. But guess what? You weren’t gonna let Harry walk all over you. Not when he got to have his fun making his way around the neighborhood with all the desperate housewives and their newly divorced 40-something friends. 
He acted like he wanted you—like you were his. Except he was only interested in bedding the local cougars and milfs. You weren't either of those things…i.e.: you weren’t his type. And so why would you want to waste your time sneaking around with your STEP BROTHER, of all people, when he’d just humiliate you and leave you for someone more experienced anyway? It wasn’t worth the pain of rejection nor the embarrassment once mom and dad would eventually find out. 
And so, instead of putting on your ‘good girl’ act, you glared at him. “HA! I don’t think so, you asshole. Fuck off!” Your voice was a bit more amplified than intended, but it didn’t seem to stir any commotion upstairs. Phew…
Harry, however, seemed to think you were a ticking time-bomb. Clasping a palm over your mouth as his other hand held the back of your neck over your hair, he shushed you and held you still whilst you struggled against his firm hold with flailing, combative arms. Your eyes were wide, your brows scrunched in frustration, and every muffled whine and grunt only further entertained Harry as he chuckled and held you tighter.
You pried his fingers off your lips just long enough to spit out the words, “L-Let go of m-me…you idiot!”
Harry laughed and replaced his fingers over your mouth where he previously had them. “And what are you gonna do ‘bout it, you little brat?” His lips curved up into a sneer. If you had the energy, you’d pounce right back at Harry and claw at those stupid fucking dimples until they were unrecognizable due to the scratches. Alas, your eyelids were becoming heavier with each blink and you were close to collapsing onto the floor. The two of you just stared at each other for a few dragging moments, quietly contemplating one another’s next move. But lack of energy was getting the best of both of you. Harry’s grip was weakening and your legs were wobbly. 
You used the last ounce of oomph you had left to shut your step brother up for the night. Shuffling your feet, you nudged Harry backwards until he fell back onto his plush chair. You then stood right in between his spread legs, leaned down until your face was level with his—your hands on either one of his knees, slowly sliding up his meaty thighs and gently squeezing and raking your smooth nails up and down his sweatpant-clad legs. You never took your eyes off of him, but he allowed his eyes to drift down to your heaving tits which threatened to spill out of your tube top and bra, and then downwards to watch as your dainty fingertips and thumbs dared to graze his growing bulge. You fluttered your long, wispy eyelashes—your eyes dreamy and sleepy, but intoxicating nonetheless—and the words that flowed from your delicious, pink tongue into Harry’s entranced ears escaped your lips like they were silk ribbons caught in the breeze.
“Fine, Harry. Maybe I did let Max fuck me tonight…” Bluffing. Harry’s jaw tightened and you could see how hard he was clenching his teeth by how his veins by his temples were more visible. A smile was tugging on the corners of your mouth, but you didn’t want to blow it. So you continued, “…But I think what really got him going was when I told him I’m on birth control…” You grinned as your words drained the remaining seafoam green from his irises to make more room for his expansive pupils. Harry’s lips separated and his chest was rising and falling quickly. “…And you know what, I can’t really blame him…” you paused and reached your hand up to his head, gently combing your fingers through his soft, already-tousled curls. His hands were twitching and straining on the chair’s armrests. Then, dipping your head next to his ear and lowering to a whisper, you said, “…I like it raw.” 
Harry huffed through his nose and smacked his head back against the cushion of his chair before he softly breathed out, “Fuck me…” 
After that night, you’d conjured up a new fantasy where it would’ve been you and Harry curled up on the couch watching a movie marathon. Except in this scenario, you imagined sharing a blanket where all you wore was a skimpy little night dress as Harry spooned you from behind to keep you warm. And then, once you’d finally started dozing off in his arms, he’d lift the hem up and slowly glide himself back and forth against your pussy lips, coating himself with your dampness before eventually pushing inside of you so that you could also keep him warm. After all, it’s only fair that you share with your big brother.
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Harry’s shameless display of sin and indecency, jerking his dick off while you watched, left you with nothing but your soaked underwear, pulsing clit, and of course, questions. Was all that cum…for you? Your heart quickens as you rewind time in your mind for the thousandth time to admire your memory of Harry in his state of arousal. You think back further to how things had escalated to that point. You still can’t believe it. Harry had really yelled out for you just so you could be in the room when he…Jesus Christ! And what were you going to do once you got back home?! How could you act like nothing ever happened when you’d not only been denied an orgasm the other day, but then forced to watch Harry pleasure himself—to what seemed to have been you. Also, what was he hoping would come out of all this, anyway? No pun intended. What if you had a friend over and both of you had been at his door?! Ugh, nevermind. He would’ve loved having a bigger audience for his cocksure production.
Strangely enough, you feel both embarrassed yet incredibly powerful at the same time. Thinking over the specifics in your head pushes you to the conclusion that all of that cum had been for you. And, god, he asked you if you wanted to taste it. What if you’d actually accepted? Just a little taste, you think to yourself. Your mouth salivates as you imagine your lips wrapped around Harry’s sticky fingers and your tongue licking them clean—just like they had back in that laundry room; except your taste buds would only detect him. You envision your step brother holding your hair back so that you can lap up the remainder that had landed onto his laurels and all the way up to his butterfly tattoo. He made such a big mess of himself. If he put on the show just for you, why shouldn’t you give him the basic courtesy of cleaning him up afterwards? You catch yourself pouting at the realization that all of his delicious cum had gone to waste. What a shame. If only you’d been more grateful. He just wanted to share—GAH! NO, Y/N! That’s your STEP-BROTHER! Yeah, watching him bust one out as his hungry eyes devour you through his orgasm…well, that’s pretty fucked up as it is! He’s played plenty of pranks on you in the past. Surely, you can just pass this off as another one…? Yeah, right! You’d never be able to look him in the eye ever again. You wouldn’t be able to open his goddamn bedroom door ever again! At least not without picturing him laying back against his bed frame, his eyes all soft and sleepy, his hair messy and stuck to his forehead…and his big hand sliding up and down his lubed-up cock…then that hot, white fluid squirted out from his tip over and over again until his balls were drained.
Harry’s orgasm didn't just look intense, it most-definitely was. You knew it because his toes curled and flexed, his balls tightened, he almost choked on the air in his throat, and his legs were shaking by the time cum was shooting out of him. Every stroke was so deliberate and strategic. His fist would tighten around the head of his shaft and twist, and you saw how that made his hips thrust up off of the bed in reflex. The size of his load was impressive, and it raises your body temperature to fantasize how it’d feel to have it pumping inside of you. You remember studying him and memorizing each movement as if you were preparing yourself for a future occasion where it would be your hands doing all the stroking…but you keep having to tell yourself that you and Harry could never let things get that far. You’ll just use these mental notes on some other guy later, maybe Max? Nevertheless, that shocking performance of self-pleasure will be burned into your memory forever. You’re certain of it.
You wish you were disgusted. You should be. You shouldn’t have enjoyed it so much, but your body refused to react negatively to witnessing your step brother perform such lewd acts on himself. Honestly, all you want to do now is go home to the privacy of your bedroom and do the same to yourself. To use the events from earlier as your inspiration. Doctors recommend masturbation for stress relief all the time, don’t they? A therapist, however, would definitely have a problem with you fantasizing about fucking your step brother. After all, it’s not exactly the most conventional family dynamic.
Whatever, it doesn’t even matter. What matters is that seeing Harry masturbating had awakened something animalistic inside of you that you never knew was there in the first place. You didn’t know how much you wanted a—nay—wanted Harry’s big, thick, drippy, heavy, gorgeous cock to empty hot loads of cum so deep inside of you that it wouldn’t come out until a day later. Well, you didn’t know how badly you wanted him to specifically stuff your cunt full of his seed until right now.
As you walk out of the store with your shopping bag and receipt, you feel your phone buzz in your purse. You assume it must be your dad or step-mom checking in to see how things are at home. Lifting the screen up to your face, you’re immediately proven incorrect. The notification is not from your parents, but rather from Harry. You’re met with the contact photo of him paired with his message that reads: 
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“where u go, baby sis? 💔”
You scoff at his patronizing and just slide your phone back into your purse so you can continue browsing the shops. You couldn’t successfully distract yourself from Harry if you were texting him…it’s not like you’ve been thinking about him and his beautiful dick nonstop since you first left the house or anything…
*grumble-grumble*
Amidst all of your depraved sexual fantasies and your attempts to reject your physical attraction to Harry, you’d forgotten to feed yourself.
Yet another reason why you should’ve taken his offer, your inner monologue teases. You just scrunch your nose at your own thoughts, and then you remember you have leftover pasta from last night in the fridge. The growl in your tummy only intensifies from the anticipation of eating the cheese-filled noodles for lunch. A vibration goes off in your purse, but you ignore it. You’re feeling extra irritated now that you’ve realized how hungry and horny you are. It’s a lethal combination. 
You make the desperate choice of buying an overpriced orange cream-sicle to hold you over for a bit—you actually started to feel lightheaded for a minute, there. As you’re sitting on a bench and sucking on the citrus sweetness, you take your phone out once again. There are more texts from Harry:
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--12:30pm
“Miss u🥺👉👈” —12:39pm
“R u mad at me?”—12:45pm
“So u hate me n u want me 2 die😣” —1:07pm
Goddamnit. You huff a breath out your nostrils before sending a quick response. 
“Go play with your foreskin, loser.” — read 1:07pm
You flip your phone face-down on top of your lap and continue to slurp on your ice cream. A couple minutes later, another buzz alerts you to check your notifications. Surprise—it’s Harry.
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“That’s not very nice >:| besides, u know I already did that today🙄”—1:12pm
“How could I forget? I’ve been scarred for life thanks to you and your sorry excuse for a penis.”—1:13pm
“I think u accidentally sent that to me…I’ll send it to Max and let him know ur thinking of him😌”—1:15pm
You grunt and shove your phone back into your purse. Suddenly, you come to realize that your overwhelming desire/disdain for your step brother combined with your aggressive famishment has given you the necessary amount of confidence to return home and face the idiot without giving a flying fuck about the fact that you watched him bust a nut. 
Of all people, Harry should be the one who’s embarrassed to look you in the eye after what he did. Why should you feel exposed when it was his bare cock and balls that were revealed to you in their entirety. Granted, Harry is quite gifted…but that’s beside the point!!! The point is that you are starving and you want those leftovers NOW! Harry can go fuck himself—Alone, this time!!!
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Once you pull up to your house, the only thing on your mind is that bowl of rich, buttery alfredo tortellini you’ve hidden in one of the vegetable drawers of the fridge. Diamonds are a girl’s best friend? Nah. Carbs are the ultimate ride-or-die when you’ve got mixed feelings about a guy. It doesn’t matter how many calories it is. You deserve it! You’ve had a long morning, and it was time for a tasty reward, goddamnit!
You open the door and slip your shoes off before making your merry way towards the kitchen, bags in-hand. The rich aroma of garlic and cheese dances its way into your nostrils and your heart immediately sinks. Your legs scurry themselves at a cartoonish speed towards the room where the smell is wafting out of. The kitchen island slows you down to a stop, your feet sliding against the hardwood floor. You drop your purse and shopping bag with a *clink* and a *plap*. You stand in place with your little hands balled into fists at your sides as you practically burn holes into your step brother’s face. He’s sitting atop one of the counter stools that’s placed opposite of you. Wearing only a pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs and his cross necklace, you see the irony as remarkably twisted. Especially since he used his hand with the cross tattoo to perform such unholy deeds to himself.
Wonder what God thought about today’s Sunday morning semen brought to you by Harry ‘wanna taste?’ Styles, you fume internally.
Not only does it look as if he’s just gotten out of the shower, his hair damp and extra curly, and his tan skin a little dewy. But he’s sitting right in front of you, eating your leftover pasta—fresh out of the oven in its foil container, it seems. Your lunch that you’d been craving so desperately has been unfairly stolen from you. Harry just looks at you with his elbows resting on the marble and stabs into another steaming tortellino with his fork before swirling it around in the air, blowing on it, and popping it straight into his mouth—his teeth scraping against the fork in the process. 
You feel that your skin is red hot and your hands are shaking. Your jaw is clenched, your teeth grinding together in frustration. This man has no goddamn shame. None whatsoever. Just when you’re about to give him hell, he’s sliding your shopping bag towards himself with his foot and is digging through your new purchases. “Oooh! What do we have here?” Harry hums mischievously.
Your eyes widen. You jump at him and you practically claw at his snooping hands like a feral cat. What you just bought at the mall was none of Harry’s business! Wasn’t it enough that he was consuming your food right in front of you?! “Give me that!” You yell, internally debating whether or not it would be helpful to use your teeth as a weapon in this situation. You decide against it for both of your sakes. You don’t want Harry to think you’re giving him a hickey—you know he’d use that against you in any way he could.
In the end, you aren’t strong enough to fight him off, and he yanks out the first thing he finds and holds it up above your head to an unreachable height(for you). If you were 10, you would try jumping for it, but you’re in your 20’s and you have a set of tits that unfortunately obey the laws of physics. The last thing Harry needs is your boobs bouncing in his face at the same time as he’s dangling your new pair of red, lacy, crotchless panties from his finger. And so you huff and back away with your arms crossed, reluctantly accepting your fate. Harry, now standing like a building beside you, lowers the piece of lingerie to his eye level so he can study them closely. He smirks devilishly once he discovers the special opening.
“Y/N-Y/M/N!” He clutches at the pearls around his throat mockingly with his other hand and gasps. If you rolled your eyes any harder, they would roll out of their sockets. You’re completely out of patience at this point. You’ve dealt with quite enough in the past 72 hours, and you could use a fucking break. 
Just when you thought you’d gotten the final nail in the coffin, Harry swaps the underwear in the bag for a different item. Something bigger. Something that has discreet enough packaging to be mostly disguised, but the logo on the front of the box somewhat gives away what it is…
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“Oooh! What’s Tracy’s Dog?” He grins, shaking the ominous black box next to his ear. “How ‘bout we have a lil’ look-see, hm?” 
You sigh, “Harry…please.” He looks at you and smirks again. He seems to be amused by your new toy, but you’re not in the mood for his shenanigans right now. These were meant to be private items that no one except you were to have known about. It’s ruined when your step-brother is in on the secret, because now it’ll just be an on-going joke that he’ll never let you live down until something better(worse) takes its place. This is the worst day ever. You can’t wait until classes start again in the fall so you can spend as much time away from that pest of a man as possible without your step-mom feeling offended by your constant absence. Your go-to excuse would be studying—and even if you weren’t busy with school, you’d find something to study if anyone in your family caught word that you had free time. You can’t fucking wait to get out of this house.
Harry lifts the cover off of the box to reveal its contents. A neon pink vibrator—with some…extra advantages, as well. He chuckles and picks up the manual, reading out, “Clit-sucking g-spot vibrator…woah, that sounds like a good time!” 
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Your eyes narrow at the man, hiding that you’re suddenly aware that he’s only wearing his underwear and that he’s also sporting a little bit of a semi. However, you’re trying your damned hardest not to look directly at it. It’s peeking out from the edge of your peripherals. In the process of fighting against temptation, your mind reverts back to a couple hours prior…when Harry’s hair was wet with sweat. His skin was shiny and glossy, but not nearly as reflective and oiled up as his erection. The sounds keep echoing through your ears. Shlick, shlick, shlick. Your step brother shamelessly voiced his ecstasy to you as you stood in the doorway and admired him in a stunned silence. When you abandoned Harry in his post-orgasm haze, you’d initially planned upon seeking an innocent distraction to entertain your erotically fiendish train-of-thought—anything that would help get your mind off of what you’d just witnessed. That plan failed once you’d arrived at the mall and found yourself exploring the shelves inside Adult World. An employee there recommended the Tracy’s Dog toy that you bought and told you that it would “change your life.” 
Desperate for anything that would occupy your time for the next several days stuck in the house with Harry, you yanked your credit card out to pay for it. The nice cashier then threw in a complimentary pair of crotchless panties and you were sent on your way. Your previous plan to seek an innocent distraction morphed into purchasing a g-spot vibrator that also had a clit-sucker on the opposite end—and in your mind, the new ‘plan’ was to go home, wash the new toy, charge the toy whilst convincing Harry to go see a movie with his friends or some shit…you’d play with the new toy until it “changed your life” and then you’d end your activities with the leftover tortellini. It sounded like a great night. 
It’s too bad Harry had to go and fuck it all up for you right off the bat. Now, you’re no longer sexually frustrated—you’re furious. You’ve had quite enough. Snatching the box from his hands, you shove at his bare chest and whine, “Harryyy!” He stumbles backwards a step or so, not expecting you to get physical with him. “Oi, ‘the fuck’s your problem?” His brows crease, him obviously puzzled by your sudden outburst. You’re upset, but you’re just as surprised at yourself as he is. You’ve never really pushed Harry before. Sure, you two are siblings—step siblings, but for the short time that you’ve lived in the same household, the two of you have always stuck to the verbal-type of quarreling.
In a way, even though he’s twice as strong as you are and you hardly used any force on him with that shove, you now almost want to apologize. But then you remember that you’re not in the wrong here. Harry is. 
“My problem? You wanna know what my problem is, Harry?!” You raise your voice for emphasis. “You’re my fucking problem!” You start to step away towards the stairs, but you stop for a moment just to add, “And put that thing away, would you?! For Christ’s sake…” As you say this, you point to his crotch. Harry looks down and his hands smack over the front of his underwear to poorly cover his full-on boner which its unsheathed head was actually threatening to poke out from the waistband of the briefs. His cheeks flush a dark shade of pink as if he’s embarrassed, but you find it ridiculous that a mostly-concealed stiffy makes him blush when he’d had no problem performing as your personal little camboy just a few hours earlier.
You take your bag and purse and run up the stairs to your bedroom before slamming the door closed. At this moment, you wish your door could lock. Alas, you have to make-do trusting that your perverted step brother won’t barge in on you changing, or worse…
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It’s been one day since the thing happened, and tensions have finally dissipated somewhat between you and Harry. You’re still not happy with him—for several reasons—but he hasn’t added anything more to the list, which you see as a silver lining. He’d actually ordered from your favorite Italian place and replaced your leftover tortellini with a fresh new order of it. To ensure that you wouldn’t worry about him repeating his offense from yesterday, he ordered two entrees for himself so that he’d have plenty of food left over and wouldn’t have any reason to touch yours. 
You’re honestly delighted by Harry’s kind gesture. It’s unexpected, for sure. But a welcome surprise, regardless. After the two of you finish eating, you insist upon doing the dishes. It’s not like there’s much for you to do, but you want to make it known to him that you’re appreciative of his olive branch offering.
You’ve been in the kitchen for a while now—probably around 30 minutes—just cleaning out the fridge, dusting, scrubbing the counters, all that junk. You don’t know how much time has passed until the sun has finally set and you need to flick the lights on to see what you’re doing. You’re just about finished, washing your hands in the sink, when you feel a pair of hands grip around your squishy hips. “Sup, lil sis.” A voice hums deeply against the shell of your ear. The combination of unanticipated touch and sound makes you instinctually jump. “AHHH! Harry!” You gasp. You grab a towel to dry your hands and then you turn around to face him. A stupid smirk covers his stupid, cocky face. And yet you can’t help that tingling warmth that burns down your abdomen and zings its way straight to your sensitive clit. 
You haven’t seen this smirk since he unboxed your magical clit-sucking vibrator contraption. It’s still in its box under your bed—charging, of course—because you’ve wanted to try it out when you have the house to yourself. You have the tendency to say some dirty things out loud when you touch yourself, and so you’d really like for Harry to be as far away from you as possible…even though you know he’s exactly who you’ll be thinking about, anyway…
This was so bad.
All you want right now is to jump up onto the counter and tug Harry in by his hair until his head is trapped between your thighs. The ache is killing you. Your step brother, of all people, is the one man you want to rail you against every surface in this goddamn house. You don’t care if the neighbors see. You don’t care if your parents find out. You just want your step brother’s cum. It’s yours. He’s made that clear to you. His cum is all for you. All for his pretty little step sis. 
As you stand trapped with your bum pressed against the sink, his hands on either side of you, Harry speaks to you once more. “How’d it taste?” 
You gulp at his words and hesitate. What’s he talking about? You never got to—ohh! He means…dinner…damn, your brain was really fucked. 
“G-good, thank you.” Your voice ends with a nervous giggle. His eyes scan down your body before nodding and running a hand through his hair. “Hmm. I’m glad. M’sorry, again, by the way…” He bites on the inside of his lip shyly, looking genuinely apologetic for making you upset. You give him a forgiving smile and rub his upper arm and shoulder with one of your hands. “It’s ok. It’s my fault, too…” You humor him. “…I should really learn how to share with my big brother...” As your fingers caress and squeeze onto his muscular bicep, you blink your eyes up at him in faux-innocence. Harry’s lips part and his nostrils flare.
Your touch, no matter how light or seemingly harmless, has a serious effect on the man. You can reckon because simply grazing your fingers down his taught, tatted skin past the sleeve of his shirt—making prolonged, direct contact—has triggered his feral reflexes. Without a moment of delay, he’s flipped you around, pressed you face down against the countertop, and has your wrists held in one of his hands at the small of your back. He nudges your legs apart with his knees so that his other hand can slide in between them. 4 of his fingers massage up and down your covered slit in a swirling motion, applying more pressure when he knows he’s reached your clit. You’re just stuck in his grasp, your ass wiggling and grinding against his hand as you moan and beg. “Mmhh…Please, Harry…so good…feels so fucking good…oh my god!”
You feel him squeeze your clothed clit with his thumb and forefinger as he speaks against your ear, “Ooh, yeah? You like it when your step brother touches you like this?” Then he releases you before spanking you on your pussy and then rubbing it with his fingers again afterwards. 
“F-fuck—yes! I love it,” you gasp.
Harry yanks you up by your hair, one hand holding your ponytail while the other still has your wrists manually bound. “I knew it. Knew you were holding out f’me.” He drags you stumbling over to the couch in the living room and positions you onto all fours atop the cushions. Now properly situated for him, you turn your head back to look at him. You can feel how dark your eyes have gotten by how narrowed your focus is—all you see is Harry. 
Keeping eye contact with you, he smooths his palms up and down your ass. Your leggings are thin enough for him to squeeze at the fleshiness of which he immediately takes advantage of. You moan, shaking your ass and hips back to further entice him. “Shit…” he pants out. You giggle and do it again which in turn earns you a hard spank onto your right ass cheek. You immediately stop your taunting. Harry grabs you by your hair, wrapping it around his fist and pulling you up to his chest with one swift yank. “We’re not just playing around anymore, Y/N…” Harry grunts in your ear. With his opposite hand, he gropes onto one of your breasts causing you to whine and arch your back at his unforgiving, heavy touch. He doesn’t seem to be concerned with the possibility of leaving marks and bruises all over your body. And you aren’t either. You’re enjoying this. Your desperate, throbbing cunt is aching for more of your step brother’s touch. It’s sick. It’s depraved. Your friends, parents, distant relatives—they’d be disgusted if they saw what was about to transpire between two step siblings. 
Your thoughts on the matter?
Let them fucking watch.
Harry releases you and you drop down onto your hands. With quick and reckless fingers, he pulls your leggings over the swell of your ass, tugging back and forth to get them down your thighs to reveal your new red, lacy, crotchless thong. Your pussy lips glisten with arousal. Harry chuckles to himself once he’s rid you of your pants and smooths his hands up and down your bare ass. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this…” He admits with a hard slap against your right ass cheek. You face forward and blush to yourself, too shy to openly share the same truth. Although, you assume you’re making it pretty obvious to him that the feeling is mutual. “…When I fingered you a few days ago, I was so close to just fucking you right there against the machines…so close, Y/N.”
Before you can even make an attempt at a delayed response, he’s dipping his face between your legs and licking a fat stripe up your slit, stealing your wet arousal onto his tongue for his own selfish quench. You suck in a shaky breath and giggle, wiggling your ass back against his face. He groans and spanks you on your left cheek, then the right, then the left, then both at the same time, and then he grabs at your hips and pulls you closer towards him as he shoves his mouth and nose deeper into your drippy cunt and slurps you up. “Oh my god!” You choke out as you struggle to find something to solidly grip onto. 
Harry pushes his sweatpants and boxer briefs down, his solid cock already weeping with precum and begging for a wet hole to fuck. His face is still buried between your legs when you take a peek at him from down below, your head upside down, and you see his package in all its beauty. You’re so ready to take him inside you, but you need to take care of something first. You whine, “W-wait, Harry, wait!”
He halts, pulls himself out from the comfort of your squishy thighs, then returns your gaze with his confused one. “What?” He slurs, his voice wet and drooly.
You shift your body so that you’re completely facing him now. “C-can I…?” Your thighs instinctively squeeze together before the words can even come out of you, and you let out a pathetic whimper. Harry licks his lips and wipes his chin with the back of his hand. “Can you…what?” His brow quirks up. 
You don’t know if it’s a good time to ask this, but you’ve already started asking, so you might as well finish. You doubt he’ll refuse…but you also worry that you won’t get fucked if he grants you this request. What if this moment is the only chance for your desperate needs to be met?! 
“Can I have a taste? J-just a lil’ one?” Your eyes flicker down to his bouncing erection that he’s now caught onto and is slowly stroking.
Silence. All except for the soft, wet rubbing sound coming from Harry carefully jerking his own cock whilst you’re sitting pretty on your knees with your hands laced together behind you. 
You sigh and bow your head, attempting to hide behind your ponytail due to feeling embarrassed to have given such a silly request. But you know better than to sulk and complain after not getting your way. So you use your cuteness to guilt him instead. 
“Please, Harry?” You’re really playing it up. Tears have actually welled up in your eyes to add to your act.
Harry blinks several times as if he had just been stuck staring into space for a moment. He’s dumbfounded, never having any woman beg to suck his dick before in his entire life. It’s a welcome surprise, and he shakes his head with a slight grin tugging on his lips as he responds to you. “Fuck yes, you can...go ‘head, love… sorry…fuckin’ hell…”
You practically jump up and happily clap your hands together, smiling stupidly at your success. Of course you realize that he’d only been floating around in his own little world when you asked the first time, and it wasn’t at all that he was refusing to grant your wish. Regardless, you feel that Harry can’t resist you when you beg. Looks like you’ll have to use this power against him forever.
You take his flushed dick in your hand, replacing his, and slowly pump him a couple of times before lowering your face down to its level. You keep your eyes on Harry’s as you stick your tongue out and flick it against the exposed tip, tasting the small bead of precum that was leaking from it. It’s salty. Musky. It’s Harry. You moan, nursing onto the tip with strengthening suction as if to be begging for just one more drop. He hisses and grabs onto your ponytail once again. You release your lips from him with a pop, giggling due to the knowledge that you’ve finally got a hold on this man. Then you begin swirling your tongue around the entire tip before wrapping your lips around it and sucking once again, but gently and sloppily this time, drooling and dousing his cock with your spit. Then you softly drag your glossy mouth up and down the underside of his cock like it’s a melty ice cream cone. Harry swears under his breath and takes his phone out of his pocket. He slides his thumb over the screen, opens the camera app and he clicks the record button. Your eyes flicker up towards the lens and you smile before sticking your tongue out flat and smacking Harry’s cock down onto it several times. 
You’ve never been recorded doing such lewd things before, but you trust Harry. You know how protective Harry is over you, so there’s no way in hell he’d let anyone see something that’s only meant for him. This is just a dirty little secret that you’ll always share as step siblings. You guess it’s something that’s bringing you closer together. Or maybe you’re both just sick and disgusting.
You then hold onto the base of him with both hands and dribble a good amount of spit down onto him. Your fingers smear it all over his shaft until he’s completely covered, and you begin pumping him with one of your dainty hands as best as you can. You beam up at the camera and to Harry again, biting your lip, and you bow your head back down to lick all the way up from his balls to his slit. Harry pets his hand through the long, silky hair of your ponytail. The gesture feels loving and kind. You love the thought that he’ll save this video on his phone to watch later. You love to think about him thinking about you. And so you want to make a show out of this as much as you can before Harry can’t take it any longer and makes you stop.
You take his cock and wet it a bit with some extra saliva before bobbing your head up and down, letting it slide against your tongue over and over again slowly. Eventually, this starts to get a little messy, but nothing too bad. Your spit is just leaking a little from the corners of your mouth. However, you decide to kick it up a notch and take him deeper. You bob your head on him so that the head of his cock nudges your throat several times in a row until you are forced to let go and are gasping for air. Drool is dripping from your chin, your cheeks and lashes are wet with tears, and your eyes are clouded with pure lust as you stare up at Harry as he half-assedly points his phone camera at you and gawks at the sight before him simultaneously. His eyebrows are furrowed and his mouth is gaped. This has been much more than just a little taste by this point. It doesn’t seem as though either of you could give a shit, as both of your minds are completely empty and neither one has hesitated or slowed down.
You finish the ‘performance’ by slapping your cheeks with Harry’s dick, still staring up at him as you do, and he twitches in your hand. The power you hold over him causes your sticky arousal to drip down your thighs and you end up rubbing them together to hold yourself over. Harry ends the recording, tosses his phone onto the carpet, and tugs on the back of his t-shirt, pulling it off. You resume your previous position on all fours. Your ass is stuck up high and perfectly accessible for him as he aligns himself up with your core. He rubs himself up and down your pussy to coat himself with your drippy essence. “I’m gonna fuck this cunt whenever and wherever I want…can’t be wasting my cock on any other slag…it should only go in here.” As he pronounces the last word, he pushes himself inside you all in one thrust. Your body arches in retaliation and you grasp onto the couch cushions with your shaky fingers. Harry wastes no time to let you adjust to his size and stretches you out by aggressively smacking his hips against your ass without mercy. It’s like you’ve been thrown into the middle of a race and it’s impossible to keep up. Your body is pounded into the couch until your knees fail to support you and you’re being yanked up to lean over the couch’s arm by your hair so that Harry can continuously bottom out until his balls slap perfectly against your clit with every plunge. And Harry’s not a silent ‘lover’ by any means. He’s proudly announcing his pleasure to every brick of this house to hear. You also learn how degrading his mouth can get as he continuously steals more and more of your innocence.
“Shit…your body was designed f’me, y’know that? Just f’me…just for your step brother to use as his little cocksleeve…” he seethes into your ear after having shoved his entire length into you and pausing for you to flutter and tremble from your insides out.
Your cunt is insanely wet, and you can feel that you’ve completely soaked through the cushions already. 
(You’ll have to figure out how to handle that later…)
It’s as if Harry’s cock makes your hole splash every time it enters it. You’ve gotten to the point where you don’t know how much time has gone by, you can hardly breathe, and you honestly can’t tell whether or not you’ve basically just been orgasming over and over for the past several minutes straight. He’s pounding into your cervix so hard that it’s painful and you’re starting to whimper helplessly. Thank God your cats have chosen to mind their own business this time and are upstairs sleeping, because they’d probably develop some sort of innate hatred towards Harry after witnessing something of which, to the uncorrupted eyes of a domesticated animal, definitely looks violent in a bad way. What a time that would be trying to explain to your parents why your cats have been defending you with their very lives, triggered by even the smallest glance from your step brother. If this ever happens again, you’ll need to make sure it’s done in guaranteed-complete privacy.
You can feel hot tears streaming down your face from the force of Harry’s thrusts that have bruised his cock head against your cervix, but you don’t want any of it to stop. “Fuck, baby. Love it when you squeeze me like tha’…” he groans, gripping tightly onto your fleshy hips and lifting them up each time he slams his lower half into you. The atmosphere is tainted with the mixture of your sexes. The only consistent sounds are your gasping breaths and the *slap-slap-slap* of your jiggling ass clapping against Harry’s pelvis. 
As you’re leant over the couch armrest, the carpet tickles your out-stretched fingertips and you feel braindead. Your thoughts are nonexistent—the only matter you can internally comprehend is satisfying the man connected to you. All you want is his cum; you want to be filled to the brim with it. You want to be overflowing with your step brother’s sticky seed so that you both can watch it drip out of your fertile cunt once he eventually has to pull out of you. 
His thrusts are now becoming stuttered and shallow, losing their original relentless rhythm. You choke on a wet gasp as you feel your step brother’s rough hands grip onto your ass before harshly spanking it. Harry drags out a growling groan and pulls you back up to his chest by your ponytail, then wraps his other hand around your throat, still fucking you on his cock. You hold onto the arm that’s holding you up by your neck as he seethes into your ear, “I was gonna cum all over your pretty face, my pet…” *slap-slap-slap* “…But now I think…” *slap-slap* “…I’ll fill up this tight little pussy, instead…” You moan loudly, your head falling back to rest against Harry’s shoulder as he continues to sloppily pound into your slick hole. He bites your ear and slides his choking hand down to your loosely-covered breasts to tease and grope them during your final moments of intimacy. He flicks your nipples with both of his thumbs as you both reach the highest peak together—you having reached it for the upteenth time this session. Harry cries out, his hands now completely circled around your torso and holding you down onto his squirting cock. You’re rocking your hips forwards and backwards, your internal walls pulsing and milking him of every last drop until he’s shaking from overstimulation. Still having one left in you, you reach your hand down between your legs and circle your clit, swiveling atop of Harry’s un-softening cock. He  shakily guides you by your hips, whimpering and gasping at the intensity he’s feeling in his extremely sensitive organ. Shockingly, as you’re fucking yourself to another orgasm on his cock, you feel a couple more small jets of cum shoot out inside of you; and as you look back at Harry, he’s a sweaty, whiny, weak, mess of a boy who’s been milked of all he’s got. You giggle, grinning victoriously at him before clenching your cunt and pulling off of him—attempting to keep all his cum inside of you. Some of it drips out, but you shove it back inside with your fingers. Harry watches with glossy eyes, rosy cheeks, and baited breath. 
You steal his boxer briefs off of his calves and slip them on over your crotchless panties. Harry is laying back against the couch cushions, his glistening cock throbbing and slowly softening against his abdomen. Before you scamper upstairs to change your sweaty clothes, you give Harry one last goodnight present.
You grab your phone from the coffee table and click record. Then, you kneel down onto the floor between Harry’s legs, pointing the camera at his nude and spent form. You giggle to yourself and take his cock in your free hand. The camera picks up Harry’s face as he jumps, his eyes widening and his abdomen tightening in defense. You flip to the front camera to record yourself as you lick the remnants of both you and Harry combined off of his still-stiff dick, and you make sure to swirl your tongue around the tip before giving it a good suck—releasing him with a *pop*. 
“Ahhh, fuck!” He whines.
You end the recording and kiss his swollen erection tenderly, making him squirm and giggle. You smile at his newly-expressed vulnerability. Harry realizes his mistake and straightens his posture. “Hm…uh…send that to me later, yeah?” 
You smirk at him. “Sure thing, loser.” With that, you stand up and take off up the stairs with your phone.
.・゜゜・・゜゜・..・゜゜・・゜゜・..・゜゜・・゜゜・..・゜゜
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Def Dua!! i feel her and Harry would get on so well irl 😹
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yourinstagram MY ALBUM JUST HIT #1 IN THE UK AND I’M OPENING SHOWS FOR ONE DIRECTION NEXT WEEK !!! my life is a dream right now ❤️
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ynfan1 I’M SO PROUD OF YOU !!
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onedirectionfan1 i can’t wait to see you at my show
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onedirectionnews Harry sent a message for YN’s sister Rina !
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onedirectionfan1 my babyyyy
ynfan1 i love their friendship
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ynupdates YN during her set in Belfast tonight ! #TakeMeHomeTour
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ynfan1 my babyyy
onedirectionfan1 her set was so good
ynfan2 she’s gaining sooo many fans
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harrystyles Ready to go on stage.
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ynfan1 she’s so prettyyyy
niallhoran She’s stealing our spotlight
yourinstagram you annoy me
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harryupdates Harry spotted hanging out with YN in London today !
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harryfan1 OMGGG THE ICONIC DUO IS BACK
ynfan1 a reunion i didn’t know i needed
harryfan2 ahhh they were the best of friends back then remember ?
ynfan2 i’ve always shipped them tbh
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yourinstagram bartender of the night 😍
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ynfan1 BEST FRIEND ???
harryfan1 omg are they dating ??
niallhoran My mates ❤️
arianagrande love you angels
ynfan2 the 😍 emoji they’re sooo dating
harryfan2 IT couple already
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harrystyles Happy Birthday, my love x
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harryfan1 AHHHHH
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↳ yourinstagram i love you annie 💖
yourinstagram I love you, angel boy 🤍
ynfan1 AHHH THIS IS GOING TO BE THE IT COUPLE OF THE INDUSTRY
harryfan2 this is like the perfect couple
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harrystyles HARRY. STYLES. //12.MAY.17//
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harryfan1 OMGGGG HARRYYY
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yourinstagram SO PROUD OF YOU MY LOVE ❤️
ynfan1 around the same time yn is releasing her album, my babies
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yourinstagram all the albums i have to sell in order to kick @harrystyles out of the #1 spot
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ynfan1 PLEASEEE I LOVE THEM
niallhoran 😂😂😂
harryfan1 that’s what happens when the #1 male and female artists in the industry are dating
harrystyles Heeeeeyyyyyy x
↳ harryfan2 i love them so much
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harryandyn Harry and YN at the Dunkirk premiere tonight !
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ynfan1 the IT couple does it again
harryfan2 they looked soooo hot
ynfan2 the fact that the #1 singers in the world are dating will always be so hot
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ynupdates “He couldn’t be here tonight because he’s currently on the road touring, but I know he would like me to thank you for your giving him this award, and i’m definitely not jealous that he won it over me, they’re going to the same shelf anyway” - YN accepting Harry’s Brit Award for best music video tonight !
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harryfan1 PLEASEEE
ynfan1 i love them so much
harryfan2 yn won best female artist also they’re really the most successful couple in the industry
ynfan2 THE IT COUPLE
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harrystyles Hong Kong, Live On Tour.
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harryfan1 SO HOTTT
jefezoff 🙌🏻
yourinstagram I miss you, my angel boy 🤍 I hope you’re enjoying tour
↳ ynfan1 AWEEEE
↳ harrystyles I miss you every day x
↳ harryfan2 they’re disgustingly in love that’s so cute
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yourinstagram THE ONE THAT I BELONG TO 💖 THANK YOU NYC
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ynfan1 MY BABIES
harryfan1 THE WAY HARRY LOOKS AT HER
shaniatwain Love, love, love ! ❤️
ynfan2 they need to perform together more often
harrystyles Always x
harryfan2 COLLAB
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yourinstagram WE TOOK THEM HOME !!! THANK YOU RECORDING ACADEMY 🥲🤍
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ynfan1 IM SUPER PROUD
selenagomez ❤️❤️
harryfan1 i lost my mind when she said “i would love to dedicate this to my angel boy h” THEY’RE SO IN LOVE
harrystyles I’m the proudest guy in the world right now. You deserve this more than anyone, my love. Can’t wait to see those in the shelf x
↳ ynfan1 IM SOBBINGGGGG
niallhoran Congrats my friend 🙌🏻
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harrystyles FINE LINE. THE ALBUM. DEC 13
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gucci ❤️
ynfan1 SO EXCITING
yourinstagram PINK AND BLUE TIME !! FINE LINE IS COMING
↳ ynfan2 she’s so excited i can’t
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latelateshow Spill or Fill? Find out what everyone’s favorite couple went for in the link in our bio. #LateLateStyles
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harryfan1 THIS WAS THE BEST THING EVER
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↳ yourinstagram agreed
ynfan1 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH BYE
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yourinstagram when you find out that you have the #1 album in the world. I LOVE YOU, LOVE OF MY LIFE, i’m so proud of you and i will never have the words. PINK AND BLUE FOREVER 💓💙
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sza congrats ❤️
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harrystyles How does it feel to know that an album full of songs about you is #1? x
↳ yourinstagram pretty good tbh, feeds my ego and all
↳ harryfan2 BYE I LOVE THEM
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yourinstagram MOONLIGHT. THE ALBUM. OUT NOW 🌖🤍
THANK YOU to my team, co-writers and producers for helping me create the album of my dreams.
thank you to my family and friends for supporting me and listening to my endless rants about i wanted to craft the perfect album.
and thank you to my angel boy @.harrystyles, for inspiring me to be the best artist i can and giving me a love to write about.
I HOPE YOU LOVE IT AS MUCH AS I DO
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ynfan1 IM CRYINGGG
dojacat congrats my friend 🖤
harryfan1 saved 2020
harrystyles I’m so proud of you, and I love you. The world already knows how sappy you make me.
↳ ynfan1 if they ever break up i’ll stop believing in love
harryfan2 PINK AND BLUE JUST LIKE FINE LINE
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harrystyles DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. Practice social distancing. Watermelon Sugar Video Out Now.
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harryfan1 BEST VIDEO EVER !!!
yourinstagram SUMMER ANTHEM !! 🧡
↳ ynfan1 girl that song is literally about your goods
jefezoff 🙌🏻🙌🏻
harryfan2 this deserves to be a #1 hit
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yourinstagram LISTEN UP KIDS !! h has the chance of hitting #1 on the billboard hot 100 for the first time ever ! stream watermelon sugar so i can be a happy girl with a happy boyfriend 🥰
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ynfan1 YEEES
harryfan1 not yn doing more promo than harry’s team
jefezoff Are you trying to steal my job?
↳ yourinstagram i already did
harrystyles ❤️🍉
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harrystyles You’re the reason why Watermelon Sugar exists. Thank you to everyone who helped to make it #1 x
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ynfan1 the it couple does it again
yourinstagram this is all YOU my love, you make me and all of us who love you so proud 🥲
↳ harryfan2 she’s so right
gemmastyles The first of so many ❤️
2021
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mtv Gucci boy and Versace girl have arrived to the red carpet ! ✨ #Grammys2022
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ynfan1 THEY SLAYED SO HARDDD
emmachamberlain bury me with this
↳ ynfan2 SAME
harryfan2 ugh just look at them, posing for the grammys together with 3 nominations each and ready to slay their performances. THE INDUSTRY’S POWER COUPLE
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harryfan1 HE LOOKS SO PROUD
ynfan1 my grammy winners
harryfan2 im so happy him and yn won
ynfan2 i screamed when yn said “i would love to thank harry, even tho i literally just took this win from him” I LOVE THEM
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yourinstagram GRAMMYS RECAP !! 🤍🦋 i love sharing this moments with you @.harrystyles
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taylorswift ❤️
lizzobeeating the loves of my life actually
harryfan1 HARRY CONTENTTT
harrystyles First of so many together x
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harryfan1 OMFGGGGG
ynfan1 SO DAMN ICONIC
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jefezoff 🥺
harryfan2 you don’t understand they’re the modern brad pitt and jennifer aniston minus the toxic part they’re the moment
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harryfan1 his entire family was there too 🥺
ynfan1 that’s why miss girl was extra giggly tonight
harryfan2 his face while she was doing the pretty please dance, same
ynfan2 best couple ever
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yourinstagram COACHELLA WEEKEND ! ready to support my angel boy 🦋🤍
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ynfan1 SLAYYYY
annetwist Have fun, kids ❤️
harrystyles Butterfly girl x
↳ harryfan1 JUST STOP
bellahadid let’s gooo 🤘🏻
ynfan2 she’s in the middle of her world tour but flew to the states to support him MY BABIES
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harryfan1 BEST ALBUM EVER
ynfan1 i love it already
yourinstagram my boyfriend is the #1 in the game and i’m so proud of him 🥲
↳ harryfan1 AHHHHHH
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yourinstagram we love movies that feel like movies
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florencepugh i love YOU
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brownieocean · 1 year
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Tired evenings (Tobi Brown x Reader)
Word count: 711
Summary: you were filming a Christmas cook off with the Sidemen and your boyfriend Tobi is taking care of everyone. After you two head home he helps you to bed and cuddles with you.
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You were filming a new Christmas cook off for the Sidemen channel and you were supposed to prepare different kinds of Christmas dishes. You got put into a team with your boyfriend Tobi, and Vik and Harry.  
The cook off started off strong and you felt like you had a very good team. You had a clear vision and you felt like the opposing team didn’t know how to cook as well. Not a lot of time had gone by though until Harry had already gotten a head start in opening the signature XIX vodka bottle and pouring himself a shot. Little time after he offered you and Vik glasses of god knows what he had put into a cocktail and you could already guess by the smell of it that you would have a headache tomorrow. 
Taking the glass, Vik, Harry, and you tasted the liquid. ‘Ooh that is vile’ you said making a face. ‘Harryyy’ Vik whined at the taste of the monstrosity. As time passed and more drinks went down things started going wrong. Your team was very behind on time as the majority of it was drunk and spent more time laughing and drinking rather than preparing the food. Tobi was acting as you and Vik’s sober parent since you two seemed to have the hardest time staying level-headed. At one point Vik was upset about messing up with the vegetables and Tobi immediately gave him a quick hug and reassurance. You saw how your boyfriend took care of his best friend and couldn't help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
Finally your team had the turkey ready to go in the oven after Harry’s hassle with trying to roast it on the pan. While trying to put the turkey in Harry touched the burning hot oven rack and you collectively decided not to let him near the oven anymore. You took Harry's job with the turkey and as you had put it in you turned around feeling proud of yourself for not making the same mistake. With a wide smile and narrow eyes you looked at Tobi who had been watching. He chuckled and took you into a small hug 'Harry, this is what you look like when you’re waved' he said pointing at you, making everyone laugh.
You finished filming and somehow after all of that you still won the competition. You felt proud and happy but your body had very little energy. Since it was getting very late you said bye to all your friends and took Tobis hand to head home together. 
You finally got home Tobis hand hanging around your shoulder keeping you balanced. You sat down on the stool next to the shoe rack, exhausted. You were barely staying awake while looking at your beautiful boyfriend putting his jacket on a hanger and taking off his shoes. When he was done he kneeled in front of you untying your shoelaces while sending you a sweet smile. After taking off your shoes he gave you a small peck on your forehead and helped you up by your arms. 
He helped you take off your jacket and immediately after you fell into his arms. He felt so warm and comfortable. ‘Whoa careful there love’ he said, nearly stumbling back by the sudden weight of your body. ‘I’m so drained’ you told him
‘Let's get you to bed’ he said, guiding you upstairs to your bedroom. When you saw the bed a wave of sudden energy washed over you and you changed into your pajamas faster than the speed of light and got under the covers. You held your arms out for Tobi to join and he chuckled. ‘You know you're so adorable right?’ he said while taking off his shirt and crawling next to you. You snuggled closer to him and he put his arms around you petting your head delicately. 
You were drawing little patterns on his chest with your finger when he put his free hand on top of yours. You looked up at him and stole a kiss. ‘I love you’ you told him and shut your eyes for the day. He pulled your head even closer against him and whispered those eight letters back to you.
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the-paper-monkey · 10 months
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Harryyy 🥺
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piersthesniper · 4 months
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Named this doodle Closure because I can. ANYWAY HARRYYY
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skullkandiii · 11 months
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I'M JUST WILD ABOUT HARRYYY AND HAARRYYS WILD ABOUT MEEEE /lyr
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cursed child london year 7 cast
the other week i got to see the year 7 london cast of cursed child and i am AMAZED!!! such a strong cast of wonderful performers across the board and i was absolutely blown away with their performances! you can tell they really understand their characters and have really worked on the dynamics and relationships with each other to create a realistic interpretation of these beloved characters!!
as always, i’m always watching the scorbus duos to see the little things they do with each other and i just want to say that ellis and harry’s scorbus is such a delight!!! they’re definitely my fav pair now hands down! such a sweet youthful portrayal of albus and scorpius and their dynamic on stage is so so pure i adored them sooo much!!
i got to meet ellis and harry after the show and ellis knew who i was and hugged me im fine
like broadway, i took some very unhinged notes so behold, read below all my unedited notes on (mainly scorbus) but the year 7 cast of cursed child!
ELLIS ALBUS IS SO SKRUNKLY AND SMALL AND CUTE HELP ME
james sings the end of his lines and it’s SO FUNNY
it genuinely looked like scorpius was leaning in to kiss albus after he tells him to come to the funeral
harry putting his legs up on the desk and trying to touch his toes while hermione is scolding him in his office and she just 😐
BREAD BREAD WHATS WRONG WITH BREAD??? scorpius was very excited about the bread
scorpius’ hand on albus’ chest when the train started
scorpius protectively putting his entire arm over albus’ chest in st oswald’s when amos pulled his wand out
scorpius as harry was the FUNNIEST SHIT EVER THE VOICE CRACKS AND THE LITTLE JUMPS david absolutely nailed the harry!scorpius mannerisms
“WIZZO!” (jump and finger guns) i love one skrunkly boy
scorpius looking so shocked and terrified when delphi grabbed albus’ hand and kissed his cheek
once delphi kissed albus’ cheek, she turned around to face scorpius and both of them look SO REPULSED like absolutely not get away from me
edge of the forest !!! scorpius looked so happy to call albus his best friend and albus was so shocked and so in awe (people in the crowd literally awwwed at it)
albus looking at scorpius so admirably at the triwizard tournament while he was geeking out
i’ve never seen such longing stares in the staircase ballet what the fuck
delphi’s ‘you two you belong together’ was just sooo knowing like jess!delphi is a scorbus advocate
ellis’ hair 🥰🥰🥰🥰
the collective gasp from the audience when albus said he wasn’t a loser before he met scorpius in the library… OUCH
hermione crying after ron said ‘my hermione’ and trying to hide her tears when ron kept talking to her
SCORPIUS AND THE DEMENTORS !!!! harry!scorpius absolutely devoured idk
scorpius’ scream when albus came up in the water SENT ME he squealed to the rooftops
ITS HARRYYY (the highest pitched scream i’ve ever heard scorpius was VERY excited)
hermione in tears after mcgonagall’s office and rose just running into her arms when she sees her crying oh i love them
intense staring in slytherin dorms holy mother of god
the massive scream cry delphi did in the owlery HOLY SHIT it like mimicked the cry of an augurey bird it was SO GOOD i was genuinely scared for a hot second
delphi’s “looOooooooOove” when looking at scorpius and pointing out albus’ weakness oh jess vickers my queen devours every time + albus unable to look at scorpius and scorpius in utter shock
WAIST GRAB WAIST GRAB AND SCORPIUS’ HAND ON ALBUS’ IM COMING UP when albus and scorpius had to hide from lily with the blanket, albus literally just stood behind scorpius with his hand on his waist and scorpius had his hand on top of albus’ it was sooooo adorable
harry crying in his office after talking to the dumbledore portrait and draco walking in, giving a ‘i ain’t dealing with this’ face and turning to walk out LMFAO
“ugh, is that a farmers market?” steve!draco HATES FARMERS MARKETS HELP
scorpius jumping into draco’s arms when reunited :’)
albus and scorpius literally sitting on each other in st jerome’s, their legs against each other and albus leaning into scorpius’ shoulder they’re so :((
hermione and albus are definitely close and i live for it she was so warm and comforting to him in st jerome’s this is all i’ve dreamed of
“and now i think you’re finding wonderful clarity” and GINNY LOOKING OVER AT SCORPIUS GOD SHE KNOWSS
the staring in the final staircase scene and ROSE WATCHING WITH UTTER SATISFACTION
albus’ hand on scorpius’ chest after rose interrupts and brushing it off with a fake yawn HELP
“you good albus?” “mhm” ROSE GIGGLING AND SKIPPING OFF STAGE AND LOOKING AT ALBUS AND SCORPIUS SO KNOWINGLY MY BEST GIRL
the closeness after the hug when scorpius says ‘new version of us’
SCORPIUS DOING FINGER GUNS ON NEW VERSION OF US THEY BOTH DID FINGER GUNS AT EACH OTHER ALBUS DID THEM BACK THEY ARE SO SILLY
scorpius waving, albus waving, scorpius turning to leave, giggling and waving again I FEEL ILL
david!harry completely understands albus’ love for scorpius and you can really tell in the final scene when albus tells him scorpius is the most important person in his life. he catches on throughout the show and it’s really nice to see him fully accept his son’s bond with scorpius and be content with it!!
like mentioned before, such an incredible cast and i am so sad i won’t get to see them again!!! they are truly wonderful and i hope a lot of you get to see them bc they are fantastic <3
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what if yn has to feed off of niall for some reason and harry loses it 🫣 give us feral harryyy
OH HED BE SO MAD
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harrysonlylover · 3 months
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THE VEST—BICEPS— PHYSIQYE— THAT’S AGENT HARRYYY
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sushistyless · 2 years
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smokey sundays
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Harry doesn’t really like getting up early but for his dear roommate, Y/N, he thinks he can manage
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Usually on Sundays, Harry’s snuggled in the comfort of his bed, undisturbed with an arm draped hazily around a pillow, and relaxed features on his face as he drifts off into sleep. It’d be a lazy morning, the tiredness from Saturday night’s hangout sessions or the midnight self-study sessions (that stubbornly followed the busy college life he’d grown accustomed to), melting away in those plush dreams. He’d occasionally hear his roommate moving about in the kitchen and living room area by around 10 am, winding about doing her own thing— clearly not as tired as him owing to her relatively reserved nature, and the fact that she wasn’t one to indulge in those last night parties.
So needless to say, Harry was groaning awake in bed, eyebrows knitted together in confusion when a faint knocking resonated through his room’s door at— a time he doesn’t particularly know, but can see through the tiny sliver of the closed curtains that it’s still dark outside. He only recognised who it was when the voice of his roommate sounded through with whispered yells.
“Harry! You awake?” 
Fists knuckling at his eyes in an attempt to stay awake, he only buries himself into the blanket, smushing his face into it while yelling out in a gravelly, sleepy voice an indistinct Come in! He still had no clue as to what was happening. He definitely cared about the situation, yeah, but his sleep wasn’t particularly leaving space for a very thoughtful deduction. 
The door clicks open, the faint yellow light from the lamp in the living room extending its rays on the ground. (Y/N) skips in with Harry imagines to be a sloppy grin on her face. 
“Harryyy,” she drawls out in enthusiasm, taking a seat at the foot of his bed. Looking expectantly at his body buried heavily under the comforter, she whispers to him again, this time with a slight poke to his foot that she vaugely feels under the blanket, “Oi, are you awake?” 
He grumbles.
“Well, now I am,” his voice is muffled from his home in the pillowy softness of his bed. “What are you doing? S’like still... 3 am. It’s dark outside.” The frustrated puff of air that leaves his lips as dramatises his antics - not much effort required there - makes (Y/N) softly laugh, the light sound of her laughter being enough incentive for Harry to properly see her, as he finally peels the blanket off his face and looks at her with easy concentration. 
“You donut, it’s seven in the morning. Oh look,” —(Y/N)’s smile only widens on seeing Harry emerge from under the blankets— “He finally rises from the shadows!” The sentence is enough to cause Harry to roll his eyes, his hands readying to pull the blanket and disappear beneath it again. (Y/N)’s expression drops instantly, noticing and effectively reaching out to stop him, “Wait-- no, no!”
He groans in sleepy state again, his half-assed attempts at convincing her not particularly doing much as he mumbles, “Sleep. We should go to sleep.”
“Nooo,” (Y/N) stretches out, an airy laugh leaving her lips while pulling Harry’s hand as he sits up groggily. Properly upright now, the blanket covering his bare chest falls just until the part where his sparrow tattoos peak out. Hair disheveled, he runs a hand through his curls, body falling limp on the bed once again before she steadies him, letting out a whine at how difficult he was being, “You absolute doofus, wake up. You promised to help.”
It doesn’t strike him what he’d told her he’d help her with but he observes her lips curled at the edges, rounding her face with a smile that reaches her eyes, crinkling them with so much warmth and radiance that it’s unlikely to not be contagious. She sits on the fluffy sheets as a flowy, cotton flannel dress adorns her figure, adding to the cherubic vibe the early morning and white covers string together. Legs crossed, she looks so soft… so perfect to cuddle. 
Harry just couldn’t not cuddle her.
“Jus’ 5 minutes,” and with that Harry easily reaches out, pulling her in a hug, tattooed arms going to wrap around her shoulders. She lets out a squeak of his name, eyes widening and then fluttering close against his chest when he tugs them down, toppling onto the bed. It’s not long before Harry’s face is snuggled into her neck, the curve of his lips evident against her skin.
They stay like that in silence for a minute.
“You’re an idiot, you know,” she says, breaking the silence and finally relenting.
“Mhm,” he hums.
“Only 5 minutes.”
“Promise.”
Harry’s arms looped around her middle, cuddling her tighter as he sighs into her neck.
The warmth of his body seeps into her skin, the sweet scent of strawberry lotion drowning her senses. A wider smile plays on her lips at the fact that she had been the one to gift it on his birthday — mumbling against his chest in inquiry, “Wait. Do you actually use the strawberry set I gave you?”
Harry remembers vividly how she’d actually ordered for another scent but there had been some mistake and she’d gotten this one instead. And god, she’d pretended like the sky came tumbling down, apologising and falling apart like it was the end of the world, “I promise I’d ordered for the ocean breeze one! I-I don’t know what happened… I swear,” but he had hugged her, giggled and said that he still loved it regardless. She was so cute, it hurt sometimes.
“‘Course I do. Y’blunder was actually pretty helpful. Found m’favourite scent ‘cause of your mistake.” He bites his lip, gauging for her reaction which he gets through an offended shriek.
“I told you! It was actually the delivery’s fault, not mine. See, the website you told me about was pretty whack to put it simply—”
“(Y/N)?”
“— and in all honesty, I was just—”
“(Y/N), love?”
“— not wanting to be scammed…” her voice fades towards the end, “Hm?”
She’s not able to finish that sentence however as Harry’s face immediately rises from her neck, concerned eyes looking towards the door. “Do you smell something… burning?”
Normally, Harry joked around— playing small jokes, like the one time he added salt to the milk kept in their refrigerator to prank her, which he later got reprimanded for by (Y/N), getting told off that’s it’s a waste and he shouldn’t do things like that (of course, he later told her that the milk was way past the expiry and he was going to throw it out anyway).
But this time she did smell something burning, eyes lighting up in fear.
"Shit!" she squiggles out of Harry's grasp, only the remnants of his lingering touch warming her skin as she sits up and stands to her full height. Harry is once again left little time to figure out what's happening as she pushes the door in a hurry, scrambling to the kitchen. He only works on instinct, cursing to himself while suppressing the deep yawn threatening to break on his face. Blindly reaching out to his t-shirt he threw off last night, he slips the flimsy white tee on makes his way to his dear roommate.
"The apple pies," he catches her yelp.
The jumbled flurry of thoughts pieced together in his head as he slowly recollects (Y/N) telling him how she was participating in this charity event thing and had volunteered to make apple pies, a fundraiser for cancer awareness (and it’d slipped his mind that it was early this morning, for which he had offered to be up and early, assuming the position as her official taste-tester). She didn't do these big kind of acts often, but even otherwise, that's just the kind of person she was.
Nobody’s perfect, of course. But (Y/N) always laughed at Niall’s lame jokes that nobody else in the group even paid attention to. And he had noticed how she always waited back for whoever was left behind while tying their shoelaces. She would make it a point to bring an extra pen for Jen every single class because Jen always forgot to. When Rudolph, the campus dog had gone missing, she spent her entire day searching for him and made sure he was safe and healthy. She always reminded Harry with little post it notes to ‘hydrate with H20 :)’ or ‘Consume your macromolecules on time!!— (basically don’t forget to eat breakfast).’ And he notices how these little things made (Y/N)— her smile, her shy laugh, her vibrant eyes, her personality and her character... and Harry thinks those things make her so cool.
So even though the girl might be a little all over the place, she's pretty fucking amazing.
The thought that she might possibly burn down the kitchen does run through Harry's mind, though. But it's mostly comical to see the whole thing play out, he will admit. He's busy chuckling to himself when (Y/N) calls out to him yet again.
"Harry, stop laughing and get out here!"
"Coming, I'm coming," Her pleads for him to stop his laughter do not work, but he does oblige her second request and graces her with his presence. Stumbling to the kitchen with a wide grin, he's quickly met with the sight of (Y/N) frantically fanning her glove clad hands in front of the open oven and coughing to herself. A thin cloud of smoke escapes out and he shakes his head, rushing to her side, slipping on the other glove and motioning for her to move slightly so he can take the sinfully burnt pie out.
Oh, and burnt it is.
"So," his brows pull to form a pitiful expression, "This one's done for. By any chance, y'have another one ready?" He bites his lip and turns around to his previously excited roommate, who now stands there with a solemn look of sadness glaring down at the pie.
"No... um, this one was actually for you." She looks genuinely sad, toying with her necklace as a melancholic sigh leaving her form, "I'd put extra cinnamon and the jam thing you like in it."
“Oh,” Harry's face rounds, shoulders sloping and eyes drooped in adoration as a look of awe pulls on his features, "Can't believe y'did that for me." He shifts towards her, twisting to simply tuck her into him with his arms around her form and nose pressed against her hair. "I'll love it regardless, promise. You're a proper sweetie pie anyway."
He notices her lips curl against his chest, emulating moments from earlier this morning. "Alright. Alright. Don't get too sappy on me now."
"Can never get too sappy," he pulls away, gloved hands come to smush her cheeks, squishing them to the highest degree while giving her no option but to look at him, “Mean every bit of it."
"That's partially true," she tries speaking with the words coming off a bit wonky, thinking about it, "You're a perpetual sap, but I guess sleepy mornings are just... like, I don't know, catalytic to that."
"I think it's also 'cause I'm around you and you're awfully cute, yeah? What'd y'think about that?”
Oh, (Y/N) only stays silent, lips parting, blinking up at him with bambi eyes.
It's not long before two deep dimples are indented in his cheeks, his strong frame cuddling her again— the affectionate hold having grown far too sweet and comfortable to ever let go.
And if there's anything else Harry knows about his (Y/N), besides her preferring to spend her Saturday nights in, volunteering in charity events, cooking messes in the kitchen and screaming out the lyrics of Can't Take My Eyes Off You in the living room, it's that a shy smile is probably creeping up her cheeks right now.
Okay, maybe getting up early on Sundays wasn’t so bad.
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here’s a random little blurbie!! I’ve thought the concept of this in my drafts for so long now shuehsjhehs— anyway s’pretty short and sweet, but I hope you like it!!
masterlist!! <3
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