[didhewinkback]

one direction will always be so so so bittersweet to me like they were such a foundation of my teenage years while at the same time those boys were spending most of their days trapped in hotel rooms or waking up at 2 am to record an album and non stop touring and working so much more than anyone let alone a bunch of teenage boys should work and its always been hard to reconcile those two realities especially on a day like today because god when they were good together, they were so good together.

and i just don't think anything like them will ever happen again. 5 boys from basically working class backgrounds thrust into a level of fame the height of which hadn't been seen for decades, all of them becoming the breadwinners of their families before the age of 18. the immense pressure but also the amount of fun they were. the tragedy and joy of it all intertwined. really impossible to put into words

[yokoyan]

[deep-sexts]

[mattkovvsky]

[1999vp]

[neckkiss]

GROZA.

[luvliewriting]

Mentally ill girls with daddy issues 🤝 men twice their age

[jessgaspar]

saturn fields

[coloursteelsexappeal]

[piastri]

formula one + text posts [1/?]

[lunaleighcrystals]

[sevenseptember]

Tom Jacobs

[chrono-s]

[perrfectly]

[theflowerisblue]

Strict distinctions between boys and girls didn’t sit right with me. When I was six I started to reject all “feminine things”: I went skateboarding, I had short hair, I dressed like a tomboy. I didn’t wear skirts, not because I didn’t like them, but because I wanted to claim the chance to be myself. Rock music embodied that burst of freedom. 

MÅNESKIN APPRECIATION WEEK | DAY 4 - VICTORIA DE ANGELIS

@maneskinweek

[tedllasso]

I wanna move on from this but I just CAN’T. 

[ayladare-deactivated20211203]

NO MERCY

| Harry Styles One Shot. Part one.

Punk Best friend.

Warnings/Info: Smut, daddy kinky, fluff, alcohol, little drug use, degradation, spitting, choking, dominant Harry.

DON’T READ IF THAT’S NOT YOUR THING.

Word count: 4,066.

Author’s note: This is my first little… one shot - story, whatever you want to call it so bare with me. It’s very graphic and I’m obsessed with exploring the realms of sexuality within literature so buckle in. 

It’d mean a lot if you reblogged or liked if you enjoyed.

This is just a cute but very f*cking sexy story about two best friends who are in a band together and they have a little… talk in the dressing room.

I hope you enjoy.

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I couldn’t believe my eyes as the crowd flashed wide and flashed from pictures of my band on stage. This was it, this was the bands big finale and I had finally made it. I was just a small town girl who grew up knowing practically nothing about punk rock but always admiring the genre of music. When I was a teenager, I’d always find myself listening to big names like My Chemical Romance, The killers or Green day. 

It wasn’t long before it became an addiction. That was coincidentally around the time that I met Harry. 

I was just thirteen when we two first bumped shoulders in the cafeteria. The clutz spilled apple juice on my back pack. Never got me another like he said he would. Asshole.

Harry was the complete opposite of me, of course, a rebel, a teenage dirtbag that had rockstar parents who always encouraged him to follow his dreams. They taught him from a young age that sexual expression was important and that he could be whoever he wanted to be when he grew up.

I admired that about my best friend. 

Even when my parents kicked me out for trying to pursue music at only seventeen, he’d asked his parents if I could move in with them; live together. They welcomed me with open arms and somewhat made me their own. It’s been Harry and I for a long fucking time.

That’s how Sugar was created. Our band.

Harry and I moved out at eighteen, found a drummer named Liam Payne and the most perfect bassist, Zayn Malik. 

It didn’t take me all that long to become to the closest of friends with them and that’s how I kicked off the start of my career. Playing in coffee shops and bars, until a record label picked us up and we started making real music, producing our own songs.

Two years later, now, I’m a successful twenty year old woman with an apartment is Los Angeles with Harry and even a cat named Dave that we co-parent.

Despite growing up together, our relationship was never that of a strictly platonic nature. We’d often shared drunken kisses or cuddles, many people in fact thought we were a couple from time to time, but It’d never went farther than that. I wished we could. I’ve been in love with Harry, ever since the day I met him. But, I know better. I’m not his type, and if he wanted to make a move to fuck me, he would have. 

I’m not too concerned though, theres plenty of dick being thrown my way, show after show on our Sugar tour.

I’m the guitarist in the group and Harry is the main attraction as the lead singer, but that doesn’t mean anything. I get just as much if not more action than he does. We both often tease each other about how we both love to sleep around and explore. It’s never been weird or awkward to talk about sex and that’s what I love so much about our relationship. 

No matter where things would lead, I’d always have Harry Styles by my side. 

Harry wraps his arm around my waist to lead me off the stage with him and I drag my feet a little as I blow kisses to the screaming crowd; begging for an encore. I was more than grateful, but too tired to go on.

“We fuckin’ rocked that shit, honey!” Harry says to me, shaking my body by his grip on my waist. He presses his lips to my cheek, getting his red lipstick on me that he always put on when he got the opportunity. A ‘gift’ that someone had tossed onto the stage for him to wear just twenty minutes earlier. 

“You are gross and sweaty, lovie.” I cringe, fighting away from his sweaty body no matter how much I love to look at his toned, tan muscles or the sparse hairs on his chest. He wore a leather combo suit tonight, even throwing on a feather boa for extra flamboyance, but it was lost in the crowd when he threw it off.

That’s yet another thing about him, he was so confident, so sexy, so comfortable in his own skin. It wasn’t just his looks that brought me in, no. It was his charm and his charisma. His utter, complete and total raw attitude with everything. He wasn’t a bullshitter, he was an honest guy and a great one at that. 

“Awe, come on, babe! Get into the spirit. The tours are almost over! You can’t spend the rest of the time being a lame bum. Get excited, get pumped, this is just the beginning for us!” Harry exclaims, wrapping his arm around my shoulder instead as we walk to my dressing room. 

“I’ll be excited when you shower, Harry.” I reply, rolling my eyes and fighting back blushing as he stares at me from the side. 

“Alright alright, let’s head back to the dressing room. You can shower with me, yeah? We’ve gotta get back on the bus in about forty-five minutes.” He says, bouncing in his walk and waving at people that pass him and pat him on the back. 

His hand on my shoulder was more than distracting but I try to ignore the way it brings butterflies to my stomach. By the time I reach my dressing room, Harry is already busting in and stripping off his clothes. He rips off the blazer and tosses it onto the couch and I can only stare at his tattoo covered back, many pictures of butterflies and vintage things, painted like a beautiful canvas that I just wanted to kiss. 

I snap out of my thoughts and shake my head to get rid of them entirely and then start to try and kick off my platform shoes and feel the ache in my feet for real. 

Harry was wearing combat boots and he was jumping as he had one foot in his grasp, until he finally yanked it off and threw it to the side. 

“Could you be more careful, those were a gift!” I say with a laugh, leaning against the wall to unlace the last part of my demonia shoes. 

He finally got it off and threw it to the side, before he turned around to look at me while he unbuttoned pants. “Yeah, well with all the fuckin’ money we made tonight, feel free to buy me another pair, honey!” He smiles so brightly at me.

I couldn’t keep my eyes away from the button on his pants as he undid it and quickly unzipped his pants as if it were nothing. But, I tore my eyes away and cleared my throat to pretend I hadn’t been looking. Once I finally got my shoes off, I started to wearily strip off my clothes, avoiding Harry’s gaze. 

Sometimes he’d watch or just sit and wait for me, but this time it just felt like he was staring at my body.

I had taken off my skirt and thrown it to the side, showing off my dark red lace panties that I’d worn just in case I got lucky. He caught me off guard when he spoke, “You look really good tonight, you know that?”

This wasn’t out of the ordinary, and I didn’t think anything of it. I just simply flashed him a smile and tried not to blush, “Thank you, H.” I say as I slip off my shirt and toss it with my skirt.

“Who’d you put that on for?” He asks, clearing his own throat and scratching his head as he turned around to walk towards the bathroom that was just a few feet away.

I soon follow, my hands behind my back, “No one, I just wore it in case I went home with someone I guess.” I laugh.

Harry reaches into the shower and it hisses as he turns the Dial to hot. When he turns back around to look at me his eyes drop down to my tits for just a split second, but I catch it and my stomach flips a little. His eyes flick up to mine and he slowly licks his lips as he takes just one step closer to me, “I like red, s’my favorite color, you know that don’t you?”

I was somewhat confused, but I also just wanted to go with it. So I quickly blurt out, “I do.”

He takes another step closer to me, his tall muscular frame creating a shadow over me that would be terrifying under any other circumstance. “So, you wore this for me, that’s what you’re saying? My, my honey… got a little crush on me, do you?” He says teasingly.

I was caught off guard and I opened my mouth to say something, deny all allegations, but he takes a step even closer to me and uses one of his ring clad hands to brush the hair from my face. His finger sweeps across my cheek, tucking the hair behind my ear. His hand keeps cupping my face while his other hand moves to the strap of my bra but he doesn’t pull it down yet, “You know how many times I’ve thought about you naked? How many times I’ve thought about fucking you?”

I widen my eyes a bit at his honesty but reply curtly, “Uh, no. No, I didn’t know that…” I trail off. 

“Do you think about fucking me?” He asks, tilting his head at me and knowing exactly how to make squirm. I could not believe he was really saying these things to me. I froze for a moment, only guiding him to continue his rampage of sexual teasing. “Do you think about my hands all over your body? My mouth exploring every inch…every centimeter of your body?” He rasps, tilting his head at me as he runs his finger along my bra strap. 

“Yes.” I admit in a whisper. I felt so sick from all this honesty. “All the time… I…I want that, I can’t get it out of my head if I’m honest.” 

“For how long?” He asks curiously, seeming to be a bit surprised as he takes his hand away from my bra. 

I’m a bit disappointed but I just answer anyways, “I’ve thought about you… liek that… for a long time. Since we were kids…” I gulp. I couldn’t believe that I was just admitting it, but it seemed that he was finally coming around to the idea of us two hooking up. I’d wanted much more than a hookup, but I wasn’t gonna tell him that now. 

“Get naked then.” He whispers, taking a step back from me and playing with his lips as his eyes roamed my body. “God, I wanna fuck you. I’ve been fucking dreaming about this day for years. I wanna see it all–take it…all off.” he begged me. 

“Please take it off for me.”

Well… ok.

I didn’t need to be told twice and I reached around for the back of my bra, my stomach swarming with butterflies at the promise of something so fantastic, so perfect, it felt like such a dream. I slip my bra off of my D-cup tits and show myself to him, not for the first time, but it feels like the first time because of what will follow. I reach for my panties but he holds his hand up for me to wait. 

I stop and stand there, placing my hands behind my back as he takes a few steps closer to me. 

I can feel warmth spreading between my thighs when I notice the large bulge in his boxers. It was no secret that he had a big dick, it was impossible to conceal, but this was my first time seeing it so hard and so..close. I could just imagine myself dropping to my knees and swallowing him to hear those delicious moans. 

Harry reaches me and kneels down on one knee, his face eye level with my cunt as he looks up at me, “Can I take these off?” He asks for permission so kindly and I’m grateful. 

I nod graciously and he hooks his index fingers into the sides of my panties and slides them down my legs, exposing my perfectly shaved pussy to him. This is the first time he’s seeing it up close and the slight groan he lets out when he does increases the pool growing there that he can most likely already see. 

“Tell me darling…” He whispers, running his warm hands up my thighs and around the back of them as he stayed kneeled down. “How do you want me to fuck you tonight?” 

He continues to give me options, speaking slowly while he squeezed my ass tightly and spread me apart, “Do you want me to be gentle, love you, kiss you? Or do you want me to hurt you…” His voice drops a couple octaves. 

“Spank you, spit on you, treat you like a slut when I fuck you… and then once we both come, make you keep my cock warm while we sleep because you’re just so… tight.” He mumbles, his eyelashes fluttering. “Which one, darling, hm?” 

I wanted both if I was honest, but the thought of sleeping in the tour bus with his cock inside me was way too much to handle. 

Plus, I love rough sex, I crave it, I’m a borerline mashocist.

“Hurt me.” I whisper, running my fingers delicately through his hair and twirling a finger about a tight curl. “Show me no mercy…”

Harry slowly smiles and bites his bottom lip before flicking his eyes down to my pussy, humming to himself as if he was going to indulge himself in a delicious treat. He looks back up at me before pressing a kiss to my pubic bone very softly, smacking my ass with both of his strong hands. He stands up and scoops me up fast in his arms, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. I’d felt him like this, again, so many times, but I couldn’t help but get excited. I place a kiss on his ear and trail them down to his neck as he walks us toward the shower cubicle.

“Keep kissin’ me like that, baby. Fuck. Don’t be shy, use some teeth too. I love to bite.” He growls, slamming me up against the shower door to close it and gripping tightly onto my thighs. He presses me against it, letting out a slight whine when I do exactly as I’m told, biting and sucking on the skin of his pretty, pretty neck.

I’ve dreamt about this so I want to take my time, but at the same time, I want nothing more than to feel him inside me as deep and as fast as possible. Harry lets me go to take off his boxers and throw them out of the shower and I move underneath the water as he swiftly closes the door again. 

I drop to my knees in an instant at the sight of his cock, large and erect as it stood straight out before me. I wanted nothing more than to please him in that moment, and I knew he’d do the same for me.

I knww that consent is important to him reguardless and look up at him as the steaming water splashes onto my back, “Can I suck your cock, Harry? Please? Can I just make you feel good?”

“Open your mouth.”

I don’t hesitate and hold my mouth open, sticking my tongue out while he grabs his thick length in his hands and steps closer to me. I’m holding my breath when he slowly starts to let me taste his pre-come, tapping the tip onto my waiting tongue. He sucks in a sharp breath through his picket fence teeth and shakes his head as if he’s dreaming.

“Such a good girl…” He slaps me in the face with it, tapping my cheek and making me covered with his arousal but I don’t care. Not at all.

“Tell me if you need to stop, okay? Pinch my thigh. I’m gonna fuck that pretty little mouth.” He nods slowly, advancing only an inch into my open mouth as he waits for a reply. I give him one nod and that’s all he needs. He thrusts himself into my mouth, his cock practically pulsing on my tongue. He was thick, and long, so thick in fact that I could barely fit my mouth around him. I wrap my lips around his length and suck, drawing my head forward. 

“Only take what you can at first… just nice and slow – atta girl, look at you, huh? Being so good for daddy.” He smiles, pushing my hair back while he tilts his head to watch my mouth more intently.

I wrap my hand around the mere half that I can’t fit into my mouth and start to stroke him at the same time that I suck. His cock brushes the back of my throat each time, but I don’t gag yet, and I hope I don’t. I wanna prove to him just how good I am, blow him mind, not just his dick. I moan around him, making sure to keep eye contact no matter how nerve wracking it is.

“Oh yes, look at me just like that, baby.” He moans, creasing his eyebrows as he begins to thrust his hips into my mouth a little.

My pussy clenches from the sound, my arousal dripping out of me like a running faucet. There was no stopping it. 

God, I wanted it so bad. 

I decide to be brave and push my head forward, driving his cock right into my throat. He curses and shouts a moan while I gag around him, but it only seems to drive him wild. 

He clenches his teeth and grabs both sides of my face, “Relax your throat… let me fuck it. Wider - open wider. Good girl.” He praises me when I do what he says down to the detail of curling my lips over my teeth. I place my hands behind my back and my eyes water as he starts to thrust himself into my mouth with no mercy. His grunts and growls getting more animalistic as time goes on. 

He laughs when I gag and choke, getting teasing amusement from me trying to take him but it only makes me so much wetter to hear him degrade me in that way.

I wanted to degrade him too.

I gag and pull my own mouth back, my spit draping and stringing over his cock sloppily. While my mascara stains my under eyes, I get up at the same time that he pulls me up and pushes me against the wall.

“Am I being too rough? You can tell me when to stop at anytime, you know that right?” He softens his voice while he pants and pins me to the wall by my neck only.

“I said show me no mercy, Daddy. I fucking meant it.”

I smile as I hear him crack a laugh but I soon gasp and roll my eyes back when he smacks my ass and leaves a sharp sting. I keep my hands pressed against the wall, arching my back for him. I kept trying to get air but the steam inside of the shower made it nearly impossible to breathe. He groans when he slips two fingers in between my warm, wet folds and starts exploring me.

“God, you’re so wet. You’re a fuckin’ dream, honey.” He rasps, his fingers finding my clit and circling them with the rough pads of his fingertips. I barely let out a moan before he stops circling it so slap my ass again, “Shh… not too loud, okay? I know it feels so good but there’s people next door. Don’t make me have to gag you…” He teases.

I roll my eyes even though I’d enjoy it.

“You don’t know how long I’ve thought about touching you like this,” He whispered, kissing my back as he began to circle my clit again from the back. “I see you at rehearsal… I see you watching me the way y’do. Those pretty eyes. I just knew you had the most perfect pussy. I got to see it but never touch it like this… god…”

“Don’t stop.” I whimper, feeling pulsing come from my clit as he circled it so gently.

“Before we begin, I need to know what you like. I don’t wanna do something you aren’t comfortable with.” He explains, soon kissing my other shoulder to comfort me. His body gravitates closer to mine until his body is pressed up against me. His hand stops but wraps around the front instead and I can, for th first time ever, feel his erection pressed against my aching core. “I want you to answer every question with a ‘yes daddy’ or a ‘no daddy’, y’understand?”

“Yes daddy.” I moan, looking over my shoulder and fighting to keep eye contact. This is really happening.

“Do you like to be choked?” He asks softly.

“Yes, daddy.” I whisper, nodding once but arching my back when his fingers moved faster.

“Do you like to be spanked and slapped?”

“Yes, d—” I was cut off my by own moan but he got the just and didn’t make me complete my whole sentence.

“Are you comfortable with me pushing your limits?” He whispers, inching his face closer to mine and flicking his eyes all over my face. “Are you okay with me degrading you for your own pleasure?”

“Yes—Daddy.” I nearly forgot, nodding my head at his lips. “Are you gonna kiss me?”

“Oh, I’m thinkin’ about it…” He smiles, pressing his forehead to mine. “You have to earn kisses though, honey.”

“How can I earn them?” I ask curiously.

“Come for me. Give me a reward and I’ll give you one right back. My lips on your sweet lips, c’mon. I wanna see you come. It’s all I want, give it to me.” He whispers though gritted teeth, inching his like closer to mine and teasing me. “Soak my fingers like a good girl.”

I pulse and throb from his words, rolling my eyes back closed on instinct. I bite my lip and crease my eyebrows as he whispers words of appraisal and encouragement in my ear that make both my pussy and heart flutter. He’s so caring but at the same being so fucking sexy. I gasp when I feel a spark of pleasure and lean back into him more. I’m so close. Harry grips a fistful of my hair and threatens me once more until I’m a shaking mess before him. I cry out and my knees buckle a little as I struggle to keep my balance like Bambi.

“You get your reward now sweet girl.” I feel his teeth against my lips; smiling until he pulls on my lip and soon collides them while I recover. I moan against him while he smacks my clit repeatedly, just to make me jump.

The warmth of his lips and the pull he has on me is so fucking magnetic. I can’t help but turn around for more. And more. And more. I can’t stop kissing him, clawing and clutching at every part of him that I have access to. We’ve kissed before but this was so much different. It’s passionate. The way he threads his fingers through my damp hair and holds my face to control my movements. He’s an expert at kissing but I kept up so easily. My lips were made for his, and his for mine. Not to mention his tongue. The thought of his tongue creeping and licking along my body makes me furiously wet but the taste of it feels just as good when he slips it into my mouth. It tastes like honey, from the stupid candies he’s always chewing on. When we were younger, he made a habit of calling me honey. That was something that made me fall for him in the first place. Now I was getting to taste that honey the way that I always wanted to. He was gonna get to taste me.

I’m his honey tonight.

And I couldn’t wait to drip all over him.

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Part two coming soon.