flirty styles

how i picture the signs
  • aries: tall/slender build, maybe wearing glasses, hands that you can't help but want to hold, friendly looking, someone you see and immediately want to get to know
  • taurus: eyes you can barely see because they're always smiling, energetic glow, probably wearing a hat, messy hair, good at dressing themselves, likes wearing jewelry
  • gemini: icy gazes but kind smiles, "resting bitch face," nice eyebrows, somebody you always want to compliment, beautiful facial structure
  • cancer: a soft face, eyes that make you melt, cheeks you want to squish, reserved and shy smiles, the perfect size to hold close, cutest noses
  • leo: big and dark eyes, hair you want to run your hands through, kissable lips, brightest smiles, look like they were made to shine in the sun, great to wrap your arms around
  • virgo: fairly short, probably freckled, always serving looks, smug smirks, polite and proper, their laughs almost always make everyone else laugh as well
  • libra: sensual gazes, firm jaws, great sense of style, flirty grins, pointed noses, soft floppy hair, lean arms, actual greek gods/goddesses
  • scorpio: typically darker vibes, dyed hair, soft but focused eyes, lush hair and lips, always have some sort of token accessory, trendy dressers
  • sagittarius: tired eyes, pissed off expressions, long hair, nose/lip piercings, sharp winged liner, wearing something dark, warm smiles, probably sipping coffee
  • capricorn: brown/orangey aura, if the autumn season was a person, cozy presences, soft dark hair, seemingly snobby posture (arms crossed, lips pursed, brows furrowed), spacey gazes
  • aquarius: quirky and lively, medium length hair, goth bitch looks, anxious expressions, bold and "different" makeup, weird but cute sense of style
  • pisces: either really tall or really short, always seem irritated, wearing a hoodie or beanie, small but nice smiles, kinda emo, messy brows, look like puppies


Harry Styles Imagine Masterlist

What’s It Like to Get High?

You and Harry get high together

You Get Your Wisdom Teeth Out

You get your wisdom teeth out and Harry takes care of you after your surgery.

What’s His Name Again?

You’re A$AP Rocky’s baby mamma, he makes fun of your relationship with Harry Styles because he’s a pop singer.

MTV Movie Awards

Y/N is a celebrity at the MTV Video Music Awards on the red carpet. While on the red carpet, she meets a flirty Harry Styles who smitten with her at first sight.

This is Going to Kill Him

There is a rude article written about Harry, and Y/N using the power she has in Hollywood (she is well known also), takes down the article and shares a personal story about herself to hopefully help others, and even posts a loving picture talking about the ‘real Harry Styles’.

My Poor Baby

Harry comes home from the studio and finds you sick. When he’s home he cuddles and takes care of you.

Sick on Christmas Morning

Harry wakes up sick on Christmas morning with an upset belly and you guys have to go to your parents for Christmas lunch and a friend’s party. But Harry decides not to go because he is really not feeling it but doesn’t want to stay home by himself so he goes and not long after being there he just tells you he needs to go lay down for the day.

“Well, I’m Going to Quit My Job”

Harry and Y/N get high together before he goes off to tour.


etsyfindoftheday | wedding week 2017 | 6.14.17

DAY ONE: traditional wedding finds
featuring: black tulle bridesmaid styles by cleoandclementine

This is a nice little dress in a flirty style.  It’s a one-piece with a loose, billowing blouse on top and a short tight skirt on the bottom.  Perfect combo for these Go Go boots.


etsyfindoftheday | wedding week 2017 | 6.15.17

DAY TWO: floral wedding finds
featuring: flower-print organic cotton swing pocket bridesmaids’ skirts by thiefandbandit

Music Series: Slow Hands by Niall Horan**

Well, I’ve been wondering how long it would take for someone to request one of Harry’s own songs, a One Direction song, or a song from Niall, Louis, or Liam…and now it’s happened. I’ve had hesitations about writing imagines for any of these, especially Harry’s solo tunes, because I like the idea that they speak for themselves.

That being said…what the hell?! Why not? Let’s see what happens, shall we?

WARNING! Danger, Will Robinson! As you know, most of my music series has no smut, while a few have some smut…*clearing throat*…this one is s-m-u-t. Smut. Smutty smut. Smutty McSmutSmut. Captain SmuttyPants….damn, I need a date…

This is my creation for “Slow Hands” by Niall Horan, which can be found on my Spotify playlist called ‘Fresh Fresh’, HERE. Thank you, Anon! xo



We should take this back to my place

That’s what she said right to my face

‘Cause I want you bad, yeah, I want you, baby

I’ve been thinking 'bout it all day

And I hope you feel the same way, yeah

'Cause I want you bad, yeah, I want you, baby

You lay on your towel on the beach, surrounded by your friends, as one last end-of-summer blast together as a group. Someone’s music blared, drinks being passed around and sun lotion being slathered on generously. It had been a great week with your friends so far, and you were determined to make lasting memories from it. And as you looked over the top of your sunglasses, you saw the lasting memory of choice approaching you with a dimpled smile on his face.

“Hey, beautiful,” Harry flirted, looking down on you, blocking the sun with his gorgeous form.

“Hey, yourself,” you flirted back, your voice a bit more sultry than you anticipated initially.

“May I lie beside you?” he asked, already spreading out his towel next to yours.

“Pull up some sand,” you quipped, as he chuckled, plopping himself down on the towel and taking a sip of his cold drink. “Was hoping you’d be back again today.”

“Where else is there to be, right?” he smiled.

“Right,” you giggled back at him.

The two of you talked and flirted and laughed and drank and soaked in the sun. If someone had told you a year ago that you would be friends with Harry Styles…flirty friends, at that…you would have checked them for fever. But over the course of the past few weeks, after meeting through mutual friends and hitting it off straight away, here you were, lying next to him on a hot beach, shamelessly flirting and feeling a tingle each time he touched you.

As you talked, you felt Harry move close to you, lightly kissing your shoulder and smiling as you looked his way. He giggled, his tongue between his teeth, as he kissed your coconut-scented skin again.

“We should take this back to my room,” you said boldly, awaiting his response and smiling as you bit the side of your bottom lip between your teeth.

Slow, slow hands

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry

No, no chance

That I’m leaving here without you on me

I, I know, yeah, I already know that there ain’t no stopping

Your plans and those slow hands…Slow hands

I just wanna take my time

We could do this, baby, all night, yeah

'Cause I want you bad, Yeah, I want you, baby

Harry fought between closing his eyes at the amazement of your touch, and keeping them open, wanting to not miss a moment of seeing what you were doing to him. Such a turn on for him to watch. One hand slowly working up and down his hard cock, causing it to tower above his body, as your other hand tangled his hair, pulling his head backward to allow you to latch on to the skin of his neck. The moan that escaped his throat told you, you were doing something right.

Harry felt you slowly moving down his body, as your lips brushed the tip of his dick, your tongue tasting the salty pre-cum you lightly squeezed from its slit. He breathed audibly, his eyes not straying from you as you looked up at him, tongue pressing flatly and firmly up the length of him.

“Fuck,” Harry shakily muttered, barely a whisper, his hand in your hair, caressing you as you took him deeply into your throat, slowly working the muscles of your mouth over him. You gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat, knowing he was no doubt the largest you’d ever had, and determined to make him feel so good that he would never forget that moment.

You sucked him deeply and slowly, creeping your hands up Harry’s groin and abdomen, along his ribs and gripping his chest, before finding your way back down again. As your tongue traced a trail down his shaft, one of your hands took over his length as the other cradled his balls, your mouth inhaling one of them inside and teasing it with your tongue. You could feel his body quake slightly as he tried to control his breathing. You looked up to him, his sac still in your mouth, causing him to moan at the sight of you, and saw his eyes keenly trained on you as you allowed him to pop out, one swift lick to it before applying the same treatment to the other.

“Holy fuckin’ hell,” he groaned in his euphoric state, as you again took him deeply into your throat and swallowed hard, the contraction of your throat muscles clamping tightly around him.

It was slow…methodical…deliberate… You were taking your time pleasuring him, and he was in awe of you. Nothing ever tasted so good. Nothing ever felt so perfect.

Fingertips putting on a show

Got me now and I can’t say “No”

Wanna be with you all alone

Take me home, take me home

Fingertips putting on a show

Can’t you tell that I want you, baby, yeah

As you climbed back up his body, leaving wet kisses along his skin, your swollen, red lips eventually found his and covered them softly but intensely. You felt Harry flip you to your back, his body pressing tightly over you as your fingernails slowly sunk into him, surely leaving marks up and down his back.

You felt Harry fully hard and throbbing, sandwiched between your two bodies, hungry for you.

“Condom?” he asked, hoping you also preferred the feel of all-natural sex without inhibitors, lessening the experience.

“Pill?” you returned with a bit of a smile from your still-swollen lips.

“Fuck, thank you, baby,” he breathed out audibly loud, feeling you grab his ass in your hands and pulling him harder against you.

“Please…” you begged, wanting to feel him inside of you so badly you could scream. “Please, Harry…craving you….”

Harry grinned, loving the begging and agonizing you were feeling for him, possibly equaling the intense feelings he was having for you, if possible.

“Please…” you whined and ached, jetting your hips up toward his stiff cock.

“Don’t wear that out.”

Slow hands

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry

No, no chance

That I’m leaving here without you on me

I, I know, yeah, I already know that there ain’t no stopping

Your plans and those slow hands

anonymous asked:

Hi! I really like your stories❤️ can you please do an imagine where y/n is also a celebrity and they meet on the red carpet with harry styles and then you know he really likes her at first sight and all that cheeky stuff😂 I would be really grateful. Thanks x

MTV Video Music Awards (Harry Styles Imagine)

Summary: Y/N is a celebrity at the MTV Video Music Awards on the red carpet. While on the red carpet, she meets a flirty Harry Styles who smitten with her at first sight.

Requested: yes

Warnings: no

A/N: Thank you to the anon who requested this! I hope you enjoy it! Requests are open! Thank you for all the support you’ve been giving me!

“Y/N, how does it feel to be nominated for five awards? Let me list them off you if you don’t already know: best female video, best collaboration, best pop video, best cinematography, and brand new artist!” Chelsea from Clever News asks excitingly.

“It feels absolutely incredible! I don’t even know what to think. It’s just crazy that a few years ago I was sitting at home with my mom watching the VMAs, and now I’m here, and I’m nominated for awards! It’s just incredible!” Y/N says.

“Do you have anything to say to your dedicated fans?” Chelsea asks.

Y/N looks into the camera and says “Thank you guys so much for everything! From buying my album, requesting my songs on the radio, and just being the best fans in the world! I love and appreciate every single one of you, never, ever forget that! You all mean the world to me!”

“You are so adorable, Y/N. Good luck tonight!” Chelsea says as she hugs Y/N.

“Thank you so much! Love you Chelsea!” Y/N says as she hugs Chelsea goodbye.

As Y/N is walking off the platform to walk inside since she’s done with her interviews, One Direction is walking up. Harry Styles reaches out his hand to help Y/N walk down the platform safely because of her long dress and high heels.

Thank you” Y/N says as she takes his hand blushing.

“My pleasure, Y/N” Harry says as Y/N steps down from the platform carefully.

When they are at the same height Harry says “Congratulations on your incredible nominations and you look stunning tonight.”

Thank you! Congratulations on yours too! You will guys will probably win best pop video. And you don’t look too bad yourself tonight.” Y/N says looking down at the ground shyly from the beautiful green eyes looking into hers.

“Harry! Stop flirting with Y/N get up here!” Liam jokingly yells.

Harry chuckles and walks past a blushing Y/N, but before stepping up, and whispering in Y/N’s ear, “When you win best pop video, make sure you give me a hug, love.”

Harry walks up to the interview platform, leaving Y/N blushing walking into the stadium.

~Inside Madison Square Garden~

“And the winner for best pop video is” the presenter creates suspension.

Y/N sits there with her leg jumping up and down, and picking at her nails.

“Y/N!” they announce.

The camera pans over to Y/N in just udder shock with her fans screaming around her as she walked up on stage. She hugs the presenter and takes the award as she walks up to the mic with shaking hands.

“I’d like to thank every person who voted for me. Everyone that watched the video, bought the song, my family, friends, and the fans who have been there every step of the way. This award wasn’t just won by me, but by us! This is our award! I love you guys so much, thank you!” Y/N says excitingly into the mic.

After looking out at the cheering crowd for split second to take the moment in, she exits the stage.

When Y/N enters backstage so she can take a picture with her award, she feels two arms wrap around her waist from behind her. As she looks back and up she sees the most beautiful green eyes looking into hers.

“I told you you’d win, beautiful.” He says

“But” he now whispers into Y/N’s ear “you never ended up giving me that hug” kissing right below her ear.

“I’m sorry” Y/N says “I was just so excited…”

Harry interrupts her by turning her around to face him and saying “It’s okay, love. You can make up to me tonight. Dinner, you and me, to celebrate the big win. What do you say?”

Y/N taps the side of her mouth like she’s pondering the idea, then breaks out into a smile,

“I’d love that”

Love Is Blind

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

Alright, so…  This is my first attempt at fanfic, hopefully it’s not too bad.  Uh, I want to take a minute to thank my Shield Sisters @p0tat0catofwesteros (Who was also sweet enough to give me title ideas to choose from)and @straight-outta-the-asylum for being amazing and taking the time to read this over and support me.  You guys are seriously so amazing and I love you both!

There will probably be a part 2 at some point.

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2126

Warnings:  Uh, little bit of blood, AJ Styles being an ass (still love you AJ), protective!Dean, swearing

Dean Fucking Ambrose. You’ve been accompanying him to the ring for about three months now, ever since he saved you from an overly flirty AJ Styles backstage.  Ever since then, Dean has insisted that you stay close to his side.  At first you thought he only wanted to keep you around in order to irritate AJ, but the longer the two of you stuck together, the closer you both became.  If you’re being completely honest with yourself, you were more than willing to spend as much time with Dean as he wanted.  You’ve had a huge crush on the man for a long time now, ever since his days with the Shield.  Although, you would never admit that to him.

The only person that knows about your feelings for Dean, is Nikki Bella.  As your closest female friend on the Smackdown roster, she took it upon herself to bombard you with questions about your relationship with the Lunatic Fringe, until you became so frustrated that you blurted everything out. Which is how your current conversation came about.

“I don’t understand why you don’t just tell him you like him.  He spends almost every waking moment with you, by choice.  He has to like you back.  And look at you, you’re gorgeous, he’d be completely stupid to not want you.”

“Nikki, I can’t just tell him that I like him.”  This is how most of your conversations with Nikki have gone for the past week.  She says she’s tired of watching you drool all over yourself whenever Dean is around, which is all the time.  She only wants you to be happy, you know that, but she tends to forget how horribly awkward you can be.  You may have confidence inside the ring, but outside?  Especially when it comes to men?  Let’s just say that you’re single and ready to get awkward as fuck around anyone you find attractive.  It’s a real problem.

Nikki scoffs, “What are you talking about?  Of course you can!  It’s easy. Here, watch me.”  Clearing her throat, she stands up straight and looks you in the eye.

“Oh, Dean!  I’ve loved you for so long.  The past couple of months have been the best ever!  You’re so sexy and crazy, and your blue eyes make me want to sin!”  Nikki said in a mocking tone.

“What the hell?” you say in between laughs. “I don’t sound anything like that!”

She laughs, “sorry to break it to you, hun, but that is EXACTLY what you sound like.”

“Seriously, Nikki.”  you say while sitting down on one of the benches in the locker room.  "I can’t, Dean and I, we’ve been hanging out almost constantly, for months now.  We’ve become really close friends.  I don’t want to ruin that.  Besides, I’ve only recently stopped being completely awkward around him.“

Nikki looks at you seriously before making her way towards you and sitting down next to you. "Alright, all joking aside, I really do think he likes you.  I mean, have you seen the way he looks at you?”

“Yeah, actually I have. He looks at me like he’s just waiting for me to either choke or trip on thin air, because I’m awkward as shit, and he knows it.”

“Well, I for one, think that he finds your complete lack of social graces, adorable.” She said while smirking at you.

Before you can open your mouth to say something, even mildly witty in response, there is a knock at the door.

“Y/N?  Are you in there?”  Dean calls through the door, causing Nikki to let out a soft laugh. “If you want me to tape up your wrists before we head out to the ring, you’re gonna have to get your pretty ass out here.”

Nikki smirks at you while repeating his words, “Your pretty ass!”  She laughs.

You roll your eyes at her before replying, “uh, yeah.  I’ll be right there.”

You glare at Nikki before standing and making your way towards the locker room door.  When you open it, Dean is standing next to the door, leaning up against the wall.  God, he looks amazing, you think to yourself. Tight jeans and an even tighter black shirt, which shows off his tanned, toned arms.  Fuck, those arms.  Before you realize what you’re doing, your eyes begin to wonder.  Traveling along his neck, to the scruff on his jaw, to those perfect, soft lips. Lips that you would do anything to feel on your own.  Your gaze lingers there for a moment.  Then finally, you find those amazing blue eyes…  Amazing blue eyes that are looking to you in amusement.  Shit. How long was I starring?  Did he notice?

“See something you like, doll?”  He said, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.  Fuck.  He did notice.  Of course he did.

“W-what? No.  Shut up.  You wish, Ambrose.”  You say with a nervous laugh.  Smooth, real smooth.  "Are you going to tape my wrists, or what?“

"Oh, someone’s feisty tonight.”  He laughs, blue eyes never leaving you.  "Come on then, darlin’.“

You and Dean head off to the backstage area behind the Titantron.  He grabs a chair and motions for you to sit.  Dean then kneels down in front of you and takes your left wrist in his hands, beginning to apply the tape.

This is one of your favorite moments to share with Dean.  He started taping your wrists for you, about three weeks ago.  You twisted your wrist pretty badly during a match against Alexa Bliss.  You didn’t tape your wrists as well as you usually do because you were too busy thinking about The Lunatic.  Of course, Dean had to call you out on it after the match, "You know, Y/N, if your wrists were taped right, that wouldn’t have happened,” he said, smirking as you rolled your eyes.  Ever since then, he has insisted on doing the job for you, even though he knew you were more than capable.  Not that you would ever complain about it.  He is always so gentle when he does it.  Something people might not expect from The Lunatic Fringe, and you love every second of it.  The way his hands travel along your skin sends bolts of electricity pulsing through your veins, and sets your skin on fire.  Sometimes you wonder if he feels it too, but you know better than to entertain those ideas.

“Alright, you’re good to go.”  Dean said with a smile, breaking you away from your thoughts.  "You ready for this?  Our match is next.“  He said, still gently holding your wrist in his hands.

Wondering if he realizes that he is still holding on to you, you laugh nervously.  "Y-you mean your match.  All I’m gonna do is stand there and watch you be a badass.”

He chuckles and squeezes your wrist before letting go and standing up.  Smiling down at you he says, “Nah, you’re my good luck charm!”

You’re completely helpless to stop the blush that creeps its way onto your cheeks.  With a small smile, you look away.  "Whatever you say, Dean.“

Dean only smirks at you before putting his arm around your shoulders and leading you out to the ring.

When Dean’s music hits, the fans go crazy, screaming and cheering for the two of you.  You made your way into the ring where Dean’s opponent for the night, Dolph Ziggler, was already standing.   You and Dean both had smiles on our faces, smiles that soon fell when AJ Styles began making his way to the ring with a microphone.

Dean, watches him like a predator watches its pray.  "Oh, sorry, don’t mind me Dean-o.  I’m just coming down to watch your match.”  AJ said with a stupid smirk on his face.  "Pretend I’m not even here.“  He takes a seat at the commentary table next to JBL and Tom Phillips. He makes sure to put his Championship on display, while winking at you.

Dean throws you a worried glance before you exit the ring, silently warning you to watch your back. As soon as the bell rings, Dean’s focus shifts to the match, only breaking concentration occasionally, in order to make sure AJ is still at the commentary table.

Despite the slight distraction AJ caused by sitting ring side, Dean is able to do what he does best in the ring.  That is until AJ decides he wants to get involved.  AJ rushes into the ring while Dean has his back turned, hitting him hard on the back of the head causing Dean to tumble forward.  As the referee calls for the bell, Dolph exits the ring, while you decide to get in, to try and pull AJ off of Dean.  

You leap onto AJ’s back, putting him in a head lock, using all of the strength you have to tighten your hold, giving Dean a moment to recover.  AJ slams your back into the turnbuckle causing you to groan loudly and loosen your hold enough for him to break free.  AJ is clearly annoyed that you got into his fight with Dean and turns his attention towards you.  

"What the hell do you think you’re doing, Y/N!?”  AJ snarls at you.  "Mind your own business, sweetheart.  I am not above hitting a pretty girl if I have to.“

Dean is slowly starting to stir on the ring apron.  AJ attempts to turn his attention back to Dean, but you grab him by the arm and turn him, your fist connecting with his jaw.  He holds his jaw and looks back at you, eyes filled with rage, his hand raising and then coming down to smack you across the face.  "What did I just tell you!?”

You hold your cheek, the smack causing your lip to begin bleeding lightly.  A small trail on blood coming from the corner of your mouth making its way to your chin.  By now, Dean is up and he is livid.  His eyes travel to the blood on your face and he snaps.  Dean, immediately jumps on AJ, tackling him to the ground and punching him repeatedly.  

You have never seen Dean so mad.  It’s a bit scary, but you’d be lying if you said watching him beat the living hell out of AJ, wasn’t incredibly hot.  

After a few more hits, AJ manages to crawl out of the ring and up the ramp, successfully getting away from Dean.

Dean then turns his attention to you.  He’s looking at you with a look you haven’t seen before.  He was definitely concerned, but there was something else in his eyes. Something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.  Whatever that look was, it was making your heart beat wildly in your chest.

Dean stops right in front of you, his right hand coming up to gently run across your now red cheek. “I swear to God, I’ll kill him for putting his damn hands on you!  Are you okay, Y/N?”  You nodded your head slowly, captivated by those damn blue eyes.

“When he hit you, I saw red.  Nobody, gets to touch you like that, not ever.  Not if I have anything to say about it.”  Dean smiles softly at you, his anger subsiding as his eyes traveling back to the blood on your face.  He leans down, tongue darting out to lick the blood from your chin to your lip.  You let out a small gasp as your breath hitches. Before you can even comprehend what’s happening, he is sliding his tongue into your mouth, kissing you with more passion than you have ever felt in your life.  

His lips were just as soft as you imagined them to be.  You knew in that instant, no one would ever make you feel the way he does.  You wrapped your arms around Dean’s neck, hands in his hair, while you kissed him back with just as much passion as he was showing you.  He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against his body.  After another minute, Dean pulled away slightly to look you in your E/C eyes.  There was that look again, what the hell was it?  You weren’t sure, but the look he was giving you was making your knees weak.

You couldn’t think straight, too focused on the fact that Dean Ambrose just kissed you.  In the middle of the ring, and the fans were going insane.  You could still feel the ghost of his lips on yours.  When Dean’s hand began to travel down your arm, bringing you back to reality. He took your hand in his, leading you out of the ring.  "Come on, Y/N.  Let’s get out of here and get you cleaned up"  He said smiling down at you.