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  1. Public Bookmark 10

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    With a best-laid plan, a naked rear end, one jalapeño and a pair of light-up antlers, Lily Evans's carefully crafted life is hurtled into chaos.

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    01 Jan 2018

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    This is how he dies, Harry Styles saying I want you in me when Louis can’t possibly fulfill that request in a reasonable or safe way.

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    30 Dec 2017

    Bookmarker's Notes

    HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY CHRIST ON A STICK

  3. Public Bookmark 73

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    Harry gives Louis a lap dance. Or, at least, he tries to.

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    30 Dec 2017

    Bookmarker's Notes

    *collapses sideways and dies*

  4. Public Bookmark 80

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    Louis pops his hip out, looking down at Harry from beneath the cut of his fringe sassily. “How do I look?”

    Harry…Harry doesn’t have words, not really. He sits there on the floor with a half-hard cock, gazing up at this taller, scarier version of Louis with wide eyes. “Like I want you to spin-kick me in the face,” he admits after a moment, shakily inhaling. “You look…really good.”

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    Or, Louis finds a pair of heels that fit, and Harry wants to be ruined, as per usual.

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    30 Dec 2017

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    Holy God

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    “When I get a craving?” Louis says, “You have to help me chase it away. Distract me”

    Oh. Harry can think of about one hundred different ways to distract Louis Tomlinson. One hundred better uses for his mouth, for example. “Erm,” he squeaks, well aware of the fact that he's grinning and dimpling and blushing all at once, his whole face a suddenly mortifying warzone of transparent emotion. “How?”

    “By hitting my arm as hard as you can,” Louis announces, holding out the arm in question. It bridges the gap between them, stiff and expectant, and Harry stares, not entirely sure if Louis’s being serious, if this is some prank that he isn’t clever enough to understand, or if the promise of touching Louis under any circumstances is so titillating that he just can’t process it. Louis rolls up the sleeve of his hoodie then, revealing his pale inner arm in maddening increments, pushing Harry somewhere between drooling and vomiting, he isn’t sure which. He just knows that his mouth is flooded, and the barely-there ghost of Louis’s veins through his skin is the prettiest thing that he’s ever seen. “Go on, hit me,” Louis orders. “Don’t be shy,”

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    or, Louis enlists Harry to help him with his bad habit.

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    29 Dec 2017

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Oh my God they're precious dorks.