#nympho!harry

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Nympho | poly!nympho!harry

Summary: Y/n is a nymphomaniac who just loves people. One day she happens upon a "harem" arrangement that seems perfect for her and her insatiable appetite. Loosely based on this Tumblr request.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: This has already been released on my Patreon. This is the first part of an au that follows Y/n as she explores a new kind of relationship with 9 other females and Harry. All subsequent parts will only be posted on Patreon.

Warning: 18+ only, smut, voyeurism (consented), exhibitionism, multiple partners

Y/n had a problem on her hands. A problem few knew about. In fact, so few people knew of her problem that it was limited to only herself and her therapist. And one accidental drunken confession to a stranger at a bar.

She was what the medical world called someone with compulsive sexual behavior. In other words, a nymphomaniac.

She laughed when her therapist told her the opinion. Hypersexuality. Nymphomania.

Y/n always thought she was more just a young woman with a high libido. A libido no one could match. No one she’d met anyway. She couldn't keep a boyfriend or girlfriend long enough because they couldn’t meet her needs. Sexually.

She just really needed it all the time.

And of course, there’s not a cure for such a thing. Therapy, antidepressants maybe (she had no interest in this route), meditation…

Her Google searches on ways to soothe herself in between dry spells or times when she was purposely trying to “detox” only rendered stupid articles and based medical opinions.

So instead of trying to deny herself of her natural urges she went down a rabbit hole on the internet and found that there were plenty of others just like herself.

She wound up coming across a private members-only forum where people could vent about their frustrations and even meet up with others to sate their desires. Not everyone on the forum was a nymphomaniac like herself. Some were seeking particular relationships. There were those looking for a third. One was seeking a partner to slap them across the face. But there was a section for those with high libidos and nymphomaniacs.

The problem with some on that forum was that they were married and looking for something discreet to have on the side. In other words, they were looking to cheat. Y/n wasn’t interested in that. She didn’t want to hurt anyone or sneak around that way.

She was a silent observer for a while. Reading posts and learning all about the way people dealt with their own problems.

The Meet & Greet section of the forum was interesting. Most of the posts were private, invite-only, or by request-only so she wasn't able to see all of them. But she came across a sort of invitation.

Seeking open-minded females to join my household. Open and loving relationships only. Poly. Inquire for more information. No judgment.

She knew she was probably polyamorous. She liked multiple partners and would grow close to anyone she had sex with but also had no issues knowing her partners had sex with others.

So she clicked the ad, filled out the short informational survey and included a photo of herself (her cutest), requested to join the conversation, and waited until she was approved.

A response came back within only minutes.

She learned that the man who placed the ad was wealthy and living with many women in a kind of poly arrangement. Living in his mansion (pictures of his estate included) with him were 9 women. They all shared one another sexually and emotionally. All the sex one could want while also being financially taken care of.

She received a picture of Harry and each of the 9 women.

It seemed almost too good to be true. But she couldn’t pass up the chance to meet with them and find out more.

.           .           .

She’d busted her ass at work that day. She worked at a bakery so her mornings were early. And Saturday mornings were the most grueling. The line out of the shop by 10 am was usually 20 people deep. And that day was no different.

The nice part about working at a bakery was that she was usually off work by 1 pm. On Saturdays sometimes they sold out by noon.

She showered and threw on a dress and dried her hair before rushing to pour her coffee into a travel mug and set Harry’s address into her phone as she jumped into her car.

He told her that there was no rush to meet him by 3 but she hated being late. She was also quite anxious to meet everyone. To see what the setup was and find out if it was legit.

She did google the man of course. He was extremely wealthy and attractive. Did some charity work. There wasn’t too much about him. But he seemed to be credible.

When she arrived at the destination she was floored. She stopped her car in front of the tall gates and gawked at the details along the iron and stone. She couldn’t see beyond the gate but suddenly they began to slowly open up. The long driveway stretched into the property lined with trees and lovely landscaped shrubs with a fountain or two but when the trees parted and the drive wound into a circle in front of the home it was like something out of a movie.

She couldn’t even count the levels of the place. 3? 4 or maybe 5? It was difficult to tell from her little car.

She pulled the break lever and parked before getting out and staring up at the details on the façade of the mansion.

“Hi! Y/n?” A woman at the door greeted her with a smile as she descended the steps.

“Hi! Yes, I’m Y/n,” she waved and held her hand out to shake but the woman, who smelled like vanilla and amber pulled her in for a hug.

“I’m Chanel. We hope you feel comfortable here. Harry’s just inside,” she gestured toward the house and led Y/n up the steps and into the impressive entry with a double staircase, high ceilings, and marble floors. The place was immaculate.

Chanel took Y/n’s hand and guided her to another room where there were a few women, scantily clad and laughing, and then the man, who she was positive was Harry.

His light green eyes, wide grin, and dimples were gorgeous.

“Y/n,” he put his arms out toward her, “It’s so nice to finally see you in person,” he hugged her and kissed her cheek sweetly.

She was already feeling all the love from everyone. The other women that were in the room all hugged her and greeted her as well.

Harry showed her a few areas of the house as he gave her a rundown of how things worked.

“We all love and respect one another. No one in this house is off limits to anyone unless someone is having a day where they need to be alone but that’s rare. Everyone here likes sex a lot. We do things in the open here. Sometimes in private. I like to watch the girls playing and they enjoy watching me as well. We don’t like a lot of secrets here when it comes to sex.”

Y/n nodded and tried to imagine what that might look like. It sounded like a hot fantasy that only happened in porn.

“For example, this morning I had three of my lovers in bed with me and I woke up horny, as I always do and the one closest to me got my cock while the other two got off watching us. The other girls were in their rooms doing nasty things to one another as well,” he looked at her and grinned, “That’s kind of how things go here. Sex after dinner, before dinner. Right on the kitchen counter as someone is making dinner next to us.”

“Wow. That sounds incredible. Like a dream.” She said as she looked at his huge kitchen and two girls followed behind them.

“Would you like to see it in action? Right now Alana and Sasha are fucking in the TV room. I was just watching them before you arrived and I’m sure they’re still going at it. Up to you.”

She nodded. Everything about this situation felt like something she could quickly settle into. She’d love to have her days filled with sex and watching others and exploring.

Harry put his arm over Y/n’s shoulder and nudged her closer, “Don’t be shy,” he whispered as he walked them toward the TV room. Y/n could hear the girls moaning and the soft slick sounds that came with sex.

“Alana has the black hair, and Sasha is the one with the collar,” Harry explained.

Alana was on all fours as was Sasha who was eating her out from behind. Sasha was also using a dildo on herself as she steadied her body with one hand, face stuffed into Alana’s pussy and working the dildo in and out.

Alana turned to see Y/n and Harry and her lips were parted, “H… Hi…” she panted and then swayed her hips over Sasha’s face.

Y/n brought her hand up to wave, “Hi.”

She’d never been in a situation quite like this. She’d participated in sex parties, orgies, and the like, but to be part of a household where everyone has access to one another all day was a new concept.

“No one that lives here works. That’s another rule. No working. We all need to have access at all times, unless, like I said someone needs some space or a day alone. But really, this just means I don’t want anyone under my care to worry about money or stress about a job. I take care of everything.”

She looked from Harry back to the girls who were enjoying themselves in front of everyone. It was making her horny. Well, she was always horny, but seeing soft curves and breasts, and hearing their gasps and groans of ecstasy was making her panties wet.

She both loathed and loved her condition. Loathed it when she wasn’t in a spot to take care of herself. Loved it when she was.

“So it’s you and 9 women here right now?”

Harry nodded and put his hand on the back of her neck, gently squeezing, “That’s right. I’m open to as many as fit into our lifestyle here. I have sex with each girl every day. Sometimes all of us participate together. Some days I want to have sex with one of them a few times. Depends on the day.”

Y/n looked up at the man. His jawline was sharp. She was already hot and feeling achy and he was so attractive and looked so yummy to her. In fact, everyone she’d seen so far looked quite appealing. She’d be happy if Chanel who was just to her right had her way with her.

“No one ever gets jealous?” Y/n inquired.

Harry shook his head, “No. if jealousy does arise, this may not be the right situation. I have had some partners in the past who were invited but wound up not being able to handle it. And that’s okay. They didn’t know that they’d feel so jealous so we parted ways.”

She nodded and licked her lips as she set her gaze on the wet dildo that was being moved in and out of Sasha’s pussy.

“How does this all make you feel right now?” Harry asked.

“It sounds amazing. And I’m really turned on seeing this.”

“Yeah? Me too. Your survey said you were a nymphomaniac so you must be quite ready for a good fucking about right now. It’s up to you if you like this setup but I would like to bring you to my room and give you a preview of what you could expect.”

Y/n looked up at Harry and she could see his pupils were blown out and his lips were dark pink. She swallowed and nodded, “Yeah. That would be fun. I don’t mind if anyone watches, though. I’m very open.”

Harry licked his lips and drew his gaze over her face, “Then I’ll leave my bedroom door open.”

She followed Harry up the stairs and to his large bedroom. But as they passed the other rooms, she noted all the bedrooms were large. Huge in fact. Lots of toys and contraptions set up.

But Harry’s room was tame compared to some of the other spaces. His bed was massive and he did have cuff bars at the head of his bed as well as a bar that hung from his ceiling.

She felt someone behind her touch her shoulder, “Can I help you out of your dress?”

She turned to the woman and smiled as she nodded, “Sure. What’s your name?”

The woman took the bottom hem of Y/n’s dress and began to lift it, “Carrie. You’re beautiful, Y/n. Thank you for letting me see you.”

When her dress was off, Carrie lay it over a chair so it didn’t wrinkle and Harry stood before Y/n with his shirt off and all his tattoos that she had no idea existed were on display. Dark scatterings of tattoos in different styles. His left arm littered in them.

But even more impressive was his body. Well-toned, muscular, lean. Harry moved his hands behind her back and unhooked her bra like an expert as he kissed her neck. She could feel puffs of his warm breath against her skin as she closed her eyes and stretched her neck out for his access as she placed her hands on his shoulders. He lowered his mouth to her clavicle and then to her breasts when she felt his fingers in the band of her panties to pull them off her legs. He pressed his mouth to her tummy and once her panties were on the floor around her ankles he pulled her to his bed, “How do you want it, Y/n? What do you like?” He began to take his pants off as he asked her and she scooted into the bed.

“God I like so many things. Let me suck you off first. It’s gonna make me drip and then I want to be fucked.”

Harry watched her as he dragged his underwear down and his heavy cock drooped. He was thick and fully hard but unlike the last man she slept with, his cock couldn’t stand upward because it was too large. She moaned and reached for him as he climbed up to her on the bed.

“Whatever you want. Is it okay if Carrie eats you out while you suck me off? I can tell she wants to play too,” he looked behind himself at Carrie and then back to Y/n.

“Oh… yes! Do you want to, Carrie?” Y/n asked.

“It would be my pleasure.” Carried sauntered toward the bed and got onto her knees to wait until Harry and Y/n were in position.

Harry lay on his back and spread his legs as he ran his palm over himself, pumping down to the base of his pretty cock. His thighs looked strong and healthy. Harry’s abs were begging for her tongue so she climbed between his legs and did just that. She licked upward over his abs and kissed as she went, “God your body is something I can worship,” Y/n moaned as she grasped onto his thighs and worked her tongue over his skin and his tattoos.

Harry softly moaned and then put his hand into Y/n’s hair, pulling her away from his abs, “I’ll give you five minutes on my cock. And then I’m gonna fuck you, okay darling?”

It was bliss. Y/n had participated in group sex but this felt so right. She tasted Harry’s prick, licking down to his balls, and then licked and kissed his scrotum. She stuffed her mouth with his sac and moaned around him. Harry gasped. Carrie had laid on her back with her face up with Y/n’s pussy pressed into her face as Y/n sucked and licked Harry up.

Carrie’s soft warm tongue and her lips felt like relief on her aching, wet pussy. But once Y/n finally put Harry’s cock into her mouth and got into a good pace Carrie had to get onto her knees and lean into Y/n from behind to keep licking at her cunt.

Y/n wretched the tiniest bit as she lowered over him as far as she could and sucked as she lifted upward, only to repeat her wet tongue and warm mouth encasing his cock and then gagging as his tip reached to the back of her throat and she pushed even further to make his cock reach deeper.

“That’s five minutes,” Harry panted his words as pulled her up and drew her in for a wet kiss.

Carrie moved herself to the foot of the bed and took her panties off before she began running her fingers over her pussy.

He picked up the condom that was conveniently on his bedside table, “We’ll use condoms until everything is all worked out,” he began to put the condom over his cock, “We want to make sure you’re happy here and this is what you really want and then you’ll get tested for STDs and we’ll make sure you're one a good birth control. Once that’s out of the way,” he tossed the wrapper onto the nightstand, “Everything will be raw. I like coming inside my girls and they like to walk around dripping of it or have it eaten out of them.” His grin was a little cocky but Y/n could see why. He was living the dream. They all were.

She couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her as she laid on her back and Harry fit himself between her thighs. He gently pressed his thumb through her slick crease and then put it into his mouth to taste before running his fingers over her clit.

Y/n moaned and bucked her hips upward as she kept her eyes on his pretty green ones.

“Want my cock, Y/n?” He painted his condom-covered prick through her folds and up over her clit.

“I need it. Need to come so bad.”

Harry looked down to her pussy and grasped his base as he lined himself up with her. Y/n couldn’t see Carrie but she could hear how wet she was and her small moans as Harry finally slid inside.

“Fuck… I think you belong here, Y/n,” he gritted as he backed out and then pushed back into her, his tip reaching into her guts deliciously.

She nodded in response as Harry’s intense eyes were locked on hers, “Yes…”

Harry worked himself into Y/n, getting deeper on each plunge until his hips were pasted to hers and he was fucking into her, pushing her up gently with each rock of his hips.

Harry was breathing hard as he paused and took Y/n’s thighs and pressed them into her chest so he could fuck down into her with deep, painful strokes. The pain was welcome. Y/n loved getting her guts rearranged by a man with a big cock just as much as she loved the soft and delicate lips and fingers of a woman. All forms were welcome. But she did prefer her men with big cocks. Women were better lovers in general and she would never be able to choose if she liked men or women better. All she knew was that Harry’s cock was exactly what she wanted in a man.

She squeaked when he began to rail into her, her pussy walls sucking him in and squeezing as he drove into her.

Harry’s rhythmic breath with each of his thrusts was sexy. She loved to hear a man enjoying her body.

“Oh, Y/n…” he grunted, “I’m not letting you leave. I’m gonna need this pussy every day.”

She moaned loudly and all she could get out was a gurgled, “Yes!” It was hard to get much breath into her lungs with the way Harry had her folded in half and the pace at which he was pounding into her.

“Yeah? You wanna be my new girl? Have lots of girlfriends and one boyfriend, Y/n? Get cock and pussy every day?”

Tears fell from her face as she blubbered and moaned a resounding, “Yes!”

Carrie was gasping her words as she fingered herself to the view, “Oh god! That looks like it feels so good!”

“It does feel good. You like watching her pussy get fucked, baby?” Harry spoke to Carrie as he released Y/n’s legs so her feet fell flat to the mattress.

“Yes! Oh, Daddy! I want to watch it every day! Please!”

With the change of position and Y/n’s knees bent, her feet on the mattress Harry’s groin rubbed into her clit and she felt that spark of the finale approaching. She’d been so on edge since she arrived at Harry’s home and then seeing Sasha and Alana fucking in front of her and now with Carrie watching and Harry’s cock punching into her tummy in hard and long strokes she was simply in outer space. Her body was receiving his big cock and her clit was stimulated like she needed.

“Feel it, Y/n?” Harry ground into her with his eyes on hers, rolling his hips sensually and making sure he was smushing into her button. He knew what he was doing. He knew his cock felt good inside of her and that once he added the stimulation of her clit she’d be coming soon. All his girls loved his cock. Loved their clit touched while he was inside of them. And he could see it was no different with Y/n.

“Harry, yes! I feel you. It feels so good. I’m gonna come…”

Harry groaned loudly and slammed his hips into hers. He massaged her tits as he kept himself still for a moment to catch his breath, “You wanna come, Y/n? Like how it feels?”

“I do! Harry, please…” she begged as she bucked her hips up into him to get him to start moving. She was so close.

Harry grunted a laugh and circled his hips, digging his cock into her cervix and she hissed at the ache, “You don’t even have to beg here unless that’s what you like. I’m always gonna make you come, Y/n.” He was breathing hard as he spoke.

“I want it every day. I love this. I want her next,” Y/n lifted her neck and made eye contact with Carrie who was softly cooing. She’d already come but she was still rubbing her pussy and moving her hips.

“Then you can have it. And Carrie too if you want.”

Y/n moaned and nodded as Harry began to move again. Inching back and then pressing himself into the hilt. Over and over again until it was skin smacking wetly and loud choked moans and gasps.

Her tits bounced back and forth as Harry ravaged her pussy, fucking into her perfectly until she clamped down on his cock and began to pulse around him, pussy fluttering and gushing as she cried out.

“That’s it, Y/n… Come for me… just like that… good girl…” he watched her face screw up as she orgasmed and he held himself back. He could have released into his condom but he wanted Y/n to feel everything the way it was meant to be felt. The inner walls of her spasming cunt, pressing and pulling Harry’s cock in as she rammed into her turned her into a melted puddle.

When she opened her eyes she saw Harry watching her with a grin, “Want to eat my come out of Carrie’s pussy?”

Y/n moaned and nodded, “Fuck yes.”

She sat up as Harry pulled himself out and removed his condom. He dragged Carrie toward him by her ankles and the girl laughed with a squeal. Y/n loved this. She was feeling so good after her orgasm and now she was about to get to play with another person and eat come from the pretty girl’s pussy. It was a dream.

She watched as Harry flipped her over to her tummy and swatted her bottom, Carrie laughed and angled her hips so Harry could enter her.

He leaned over Carrie and spoke lowly, but still loud enough for Y/n to hear, “Such a good fucking little girl for me, baby. Want Daddy’s cock and his come?”

She whined and lifted her hips again, hoping he’d just enter her, “Yes, Daddy!”

Y/n wondered if all the girls called him daddy or if it was different depending on the girl.

With Carrie’s tummy pressed into the mattress, Harry spread her cheeks and plunged into her in one go as she grunted and moaned.

Y/n climbed up closer to watch Carrie’s pussy spread open for Harry’s bare cock and she was immediately horny again.

He rocked into her and he moaned softly until his thrusts grew sloppy, his hips were jerking and he began to whimper, “Oh shit… Fucking gonna come, baby,” he panted, “Y/n… I’m coming inside of her, watch,” he whined as he gripped Carrie's hips and Y/n could see Harry’s balls tighten and throb as he released into Carrie.

Carrie moaned into the blankets below her face as Harry coughed out a loud groan. It was so hot. She loved having such a good view of two people having sex.

When Harry pulled out with his chest still heaving he grabbed Y/n’s hand, “She’s all yours now, Y/n. Filled with my come.”

Y/n smoothed her hands over Carrie’s soft bottom and lifted her hips up before she tongued up and down Carrie’s entrance, first tasting Carrie’s slick arousal and then as Harry’s come began to drip out of her opening she caught it and swallowed it down little by little as he leaked from her.

“Get on your back so I can really eat you out,” Y/n directed Carrie.

Harry sat up against his headboard and watched the girls. Carrie spread her legs as she was on her back and Y/n stuffed her fingers inside, watching Harry’s come coat her fingers as she pushed it back inside of Carrie slowly.

When she put her mouth back onto Carrie she slurped his come from her. There was a lot. But Carrie was loving the attention as she rolled her hips and moaned.

Y/n used her tongue to clean up as much of Carrie as she could but Carrie was so wet and slippery it was quite the task. A yummy task, but still.

When she felt Harry’s hands on her hips she turned to look at him.

“I’m gonna eat you out while you eat her out and then I’m gonna fuck you again because I’m ready for round two already. Okay?”

Y/n grinned widely. She had hit the jackpot with this setup unless it was just a dream. But she would revel in it as long as she could. She put her lips around Carrie’s clit as she felt Harry’s fingers inside of her cunt before he lapped her up with his tongue.

She was sure she would enjoy living this way with Harry and all the girls. She couldn’t wait to try each one of them out. But for now, Carrie tasted diving and Harry’s tongue was magic and she needed to put in her two week’s notice at the bakery.

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Monsta X Kinks & Turn-Ons

@iibonniee​ Hide ya brain cells. I’m back with another kinky shit post that’ll likely end up with Monbebes throwing me in a closet.

Hyunwoo || Venus: Gemini, Mars: Taurus || Turn On: Control

Mr. Traditional. Likes fun and variety with witty conversation. He’s a sensual guy, but it takes a lot to get him going. Try harder, baby. He can be romantically impulsive. Likes to please and tease at his own place. Just give him the reins, you know you want to.

Minhyuk || Venus: Libra, Mars: Scorpio || Turn On: Foreplay

Mr. Idealistic. He’s willing to make your relationship by conceding and adjust his life to accommodate you. Loves to share everything with you, but don’t take advantage of it! Treats you exactly how he wants to be treated. Has a taste for mature partners. He’s a hopeless romantic who loves a challenge and finds it difficult to share his partners. Not saying he’s against it. Just might struggle to watch you. He’s attracted to “taboos” and wild fantasies, so share yours with him. Pretty sure he’s down to try it. He’s got stamina for days and enjoys submissive partners.

Kihyun || Venus: Scorpio, Mars: Sagittarius || Kink: Shibari Bondage

Our resident kink master. He’s intense as fuck. That prince charming grin is a trap. “Isn’t afraid of getting his mind dirty.” Excuse me, wtf. Penny for his thoughts. Never gives up. “Strong sexual powers.” So he’s what, the Harry Potter of sex? I have several questions. He’s blunt and eager, amorous and sensual. We knew that tho. He tends to focus on his partner with laser precision and you know what requires that much attention to detail? Shibari. It’s its own art form and I can see him being a HUGE fan of it. He can get possessive to the point of jealousy if you don’t prove your loyalty to him. All the dom vibes. Fight me. Though he’s not incapable of giving you control once he feels secure enough in your relationship. Good luck.

Hyungwon || Venus: Capricorn, Mars: Capricorn || Turn On: Someone willing to ride

The Pillow Prince. He’s a realist and will be “upfront” with you. He’ll try to win you over by showing you he has self-control (it’s a trap) and likely bait you into doing most of the work. He’s a romantic looking for a soulmate, and when he thinks he’s found The One, you’ll see him exerting more of his precious energy. Shy but willing to commit. Wants to show you off in a quiet way. And the sex? Keep it nasty if you can.

Jooheon || Venus: Scorpio, Mars: Leo || Kink: Praise (Receiving)

No one is shocked by this. Has a strong need for a partnership. 🥺 Someone cuff him. Like Kiki, he gets possessive and makes it his mission to ruin you. Get you addicted to him through pleasure and commitment, body and soul. Sign me tf up. Wants to explore every inch of you, inside and out, but will guard his secrets until he feels he can trust you with them. Another guy prone to jealousy but it's because he’s so devoted to you and he’ll fight dirty to win your heart. Borderline nympho as he’s easily turned on (no fr, tell him he did a good job) and will give it to you anywhere (like, say the backseat of his car). Honey acts with his heart and goes all in.

Changkyun || Venus: Pisces, Mars: Aquarius || Turn On: The Art of Seduction

Our Lone Wolf favors instant gratification except when it comes to choosing a partner, even if it's just for one night. He’s straightforward (ofc), dreamy and soft-hearted. Can be sweetly playful when he starts to fall for you. He does have a Captain Save-a-Hoe complex so you gotta make sure he’s attracted to you and not your situation. Expect lots of tender moments and romance. Extra points if you’re older. Likes surprising you with his open-mindedness. Don’t just give in; make him work for it. He’ll delight you with his wit and determination and turn you out in bed.

Hoseok || Venus: Aries, Mars: Cancer || Kink: Breeding, Switch

Mr. Thirst Trap. This shameless flirt has a childish charm, and he uses it like a weapon. You will not survive. He loves to tease and is looking for an energetic partner to keep up with his stamina. Requires plenty of stimulation and likes to lead and please you. Just trust him. Reacts spontaneously and intensely to the Object of Obsessive Horniness and will make it known. Though he doesn’t want kids, he still gets a kick out of the thrill and possessiveness of stuffing you with cum. 

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Y/n Y/l/n and Harry Styles play Which One? with Pop Wizz!

hi loviessss <3 missed you so much!!! heres this little thingggg i came up with last night! i am SORRY its so short. something coming on xmas day maybe?? ok bye i love u happy holidays 😊

disclaimer: which one and pop wizz are both fragments of my imagination!! these games dont exist, copyrightedly at least, they do not exist!!!!!! i made these two things up. ok thank u enjoy

PART OF THE AND THEN SOME UNIVERSE BUT CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE

“Hi! I’m y/f/n,” She pauses, gesturing to her boyfriend sitting next to her.

“And I’m Harry Styles, and today we will be doing the Which One game with Pop Wizz!”

“He’s gonna be chatting a bunch of shit throughout this so don’t take his words to heart. I’m definitely the better one of us two!” She sends a light hearted disclaimer to the viewers, giggling at the sour face Harry sends her way.

“First question: who is the messier tour mate?” The interviewer asks. The couple immediately pop open their marker, scribbling across their tiny whiteboards.

“Right then, on three?” Harry nods. “One, two, three!”

They both flip their boards to first face each other, and then turning them to face the camera.

“I am not a messy tourmate!” Harry exclaims. She knows he’s right, she just put his name to save herself.

“Guys, don’t listen to her, she always throws her clothes and makeups and chapsticks everywhere!” Harry points a finger at her.

“Hey! I use Aquaphor!” She cries, setting her board on her lap.

“Whatever, we both know I’m right, so, one point for Harry!”

“Whatever. Next question, please.”

“Who loses more things while on tour?” The interviewer asks.

Y/n let’s out a snort, giggling to herself. They don’t count, but they give each other looks to confirm they’re both done writing before flipping their boards. Both of which read y/n.

“Okay, I admit, I have lost like— more things than I can even count on tour. I think I’ve had like 7 hydroflasks that I’ve lost! I just hate drinking from plastic bottles and so now I have this jug, you guys have definitely seen the jug, but I bring that with me everywhere. Harry loves it too! He has our names sprawled on the jug written in sharpie. But yeah, definitely me.” Harry nods along with her words, grabbing ahold of her hand while she’s talking and bringing it up to his lips.

“Aw, what a romantic!” Someone from behind the camera shouts.

“It’s a facade! He is not this nice to me! Matter of fact, he likes biting me.” She stops there, not seeing anything wrong with her statement. Harry whips his head over, a subtle pink rush of blood coating his cheeks.

“Shit! I didn’t mean it like that, I promise!” She whines in realization. Harry wraps his arms around her, squeezing her tightly to rid the embarrassment. “Nooooo, everyone g’na think ‘M a nympho.”

“No one’s gonna think you’re a nympho, m’heart. ‘S okay! Shit happens, whatever,” he pauses, sending a cheeky grin to the camera. “I do like biting, though.”

Y/n is now the one to blush.

“Next question, I’m begging.” Y/n pleads, looking around the studio for someone to speak.

“Who’s the bigger softie?” The kind lady behind the camera asks.

“Oh, pfft, is that even a question?” Y/n chuckles, quickly sprawling an answer on her board, harry doing the same.

“Okay, ready, set, go!” They both flip their boards, which unsurprisingly both read the boys name.

“H is the biggest softie I’ve ever met! Seriously, he cried during A Dolphins Tale! Like, literally sobbed in my arms. What a loser.” She lets out a belly laugh, forehead coming down to rest on her boyfriends shoulder as she tries to gain composure.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. A bully, is what you are.” He all but rolls his eyes playfully, leaning down to press a soft kiss against her hair.

They fly through the next few questions, getting into small banters when they disagreed with each others answers.

It’s obvious that they’re in love. Any bystander or viewer could see it. The way he looks at her adoringly, or the way she scrunches up her nose at him whenever he flashes a smile. They’re just simply young and in love, and everyone seems to adore that about them.

“Shit, well, that was— a bit too much fun. Thank you so much Pop Wizz for having us! Me and my tourmate are very thankful.” Y/n has tears in her eyes from laughing at the last question, hand now resting on the inside of Harry’s elbow.

“I’m Harry Styles, and this is Y/f/n, and you can see us at all North American tour dates of Love On Tour, and you can watch her new movie, Sweetener, on all streaming platforms and select movie theatres!” He grins, exhaling a long breath after his spiel.

“Great job babe, got all of our gigs right!” She smiles, pecking a kiss to his temple.

“See, she loves me. Alright, bye!”

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[watermelonsugacry]

What are some songs that bandmember!yn and harry wrote together in 1d?? A girl needs to know

Stockholm Syndrome

A/N: yall ever just listen to the instrumental version of this song and just die? Anyways, this came out longer than expected...enjoy! 

SUMMARY: the origin story of Stockholm Syndrome and it’s growth since then (3.1k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!YN, famous!reader

Writing Fine Line masterlist

—2013—

“Belle definitely has Stockholm Syndrome.”

“What’s that?” YN asks as she goes to plop more popcorn inside her mouth. 

Her and Harry lay side by side on the queen bed in her hotel room, a face mask cold and wet, hydrating their skin from the constant weather changes they endure on tour so far. 

They both had decided to stay in and order an obscene amount of room service while the other boys go party and explore the city until ungodly hours. She prefers one of Harry’s hoodies and pj shorts over a leather, skin tight cocktail dress anyday.

“Y’never heard of Stockholm Syndrome?”

“Would I ask if I knew?”

“Look it up.” He says before munching on their shared salty snack, eyes locked on the huge flat screen in front of them.

“It’s about falling in love with your kidnapper?” Her eyes widen and she tilts her phone towards Harry. “How is this a Disney film?” 

“It’s Disney.” He shrugs. “They’re always going to make red flags look romantic as shit.”

"I mean the Beast is pretty hot."

"I'm sure there's a name for that too."

YN agrees with a snicker before relaxing back into the fluffy white duvet. Silence falls between the two friends, the sound of the movie filling the room.

The loud gasp next to him makes Harry look to her with raised eyebrows. “Wha’?”

“She’s a nympho.” YN laughs, sitting up and pointing to the screen where Belle is looking fondly towards the Beast while they’re out in the snow. “That’s the reason she’s willing to stay with him, innit? She wants some of that beasty, brooding, mysterious action. She’s a fucking nympho!”

Harry lets out a chuckle at her antics. He thinks he can listen to her ramble on about the most randomest things forever. “Sounds kind of kinky.” 

“That’s because it totally is.” When her eyes squint shut in laughter, he lets his gaze on her linger a bit longer. He’s encapsulated by how beautiful she looks right now. 

Her hair tied and tossed up messily on top of her head, relaxed and enjoying herself with him without a care in the world. The plastic mask on her face slips off from her scrunched up expression and he’s truly at a loss for words. He thinks she looks absolutely gorgeous this way, not an ounce of make-up on, just her. 

“But like seriously,” After putting the mask back on, she takes a sip from the mini alcohol bottle on the nightstand. “Do you think it’s like an instant thing?” 

She holds the bottle towards Harry offering him some. He takes it and she watches in awe as his huge hand engulfs the little bottle, making it look even smaller.

“What d’you mean?”

“Like,” YN circles her hands in front of her as she tries to find the right words with alcohol slightly in her system. “Does it take time to start falling for your kidnapper? Like Belle? Or once you see the dude, you're like woah.”

“Think it’s the former, love.” Harry says after finishing the rest of what’s in the bottle.

“Hmm, I guess so. Ok, not like I’m wanting it to happen or anything, but if you were in the same situation as our girlie Belle over here, would you try to escape or succumb under the gaze of your mouth watering, absolutely scalding hot kidnapper?”

“What’ if m’not attracted to ‘em? Like they just fucking kidnapped me, YN.”

“S’not m’question.”

He’s only teasing her, keeping with her conversation by the sheer look of indescribable excitement in her eyes and an amused smile on her lips.

“Y’know what? Why not? I mean, Beasty has a castle and seems like he wouldn’t cheat on me.”

“What if he’s in his human form?”

“Oh yeah, m’not staying for that.” 

YN throws her head back in laughter. He’d do just about anything to hear that sound for the rest of his life.

“So, I’d find you climbing down the side of the castle then?”

“No, I’ll just sing m’way out. Like a proper Disney princess.” 

“Y’already have the hair, babe. You’re halfway there.” 

She plays with the little pony tail he has on top of his head. He told her earlier this year that he wants to see how long he can grow his hair out and then donate it once he decides it's time.

“M’serious! I’ll be like,” Harry puts the tips of his finger at the base of his neck and comically clears his throat. “I know they’ll be coming to find me soon.” Harry sings with a grand wave of his hand.

“But I fear I’m getting used to being held by you.” YN riffs in the same melody, just as dramatically as he did. 

She stops her movements for a second, freezing in her spot on the bed. Harry’s paused as well. No words need to be said as they both have the same idea. 

In an instant, Harry stands up on the middle of the bed, the face mask in his hand and his face shiny. 

“Gimme your mask and grab your microphone thingys!” He says, frantically his hand in her direction. 

She’s quick to remove the white plastic from her face and hands it to him while making headway towards her suitcase. Harry leaps off of the bed and runs to the bathroom.

“Don’t forget to rub in the excess cleanser!” She yells from her spot in the hotel bedroom, quickly reminding herself to do the same. 

Once she has her microphone and electric guitar in hand, she snatches her laptop from one of the bedroom tables and quickly jumps back on top of the covers. Harry runs back into the room while he continues to rub the moisturizer product into his face. 

It’s not long before the editing software is pulled up on her screen with her hand-held microphone plugged into her laptop. Harry’s been scribbling away in his brown leather journal, the one she gifted him on his birthday the year prior. 

It gives her secret butterflies that he’s been using it non-stop, little doodles and notes decorate the cover.

After hitting the record button, YN takes the pick out from between her teeth and begins to rhythmically strum between two strings. After about two eight counts, she loops the audio and begins to slowly strum beautiful melodies, letting them drag out as they sound from her mini portal amp on the bed.

The two go back and forth from YN adding a few lines in the chorus to Harry suggesting there be some piano bits in the beginning of the song. 

Who's that shadow holding me hostage? 

I've been here for days.

Who's this whisper telling me

That I'm never gonna get away?

Harry holds her portal recording microphone in his hand as he sings their freshly written lyrics. He takes subtle glances at her as she bobs her head along with the music and watches the wavelengths of his vocals appear on the screen.

I know they'll be coming to find me soon

But I fear I'm getting used to

Being held by you

He knows that he shouldn’t be thinking of his bandmate, his friend, in this way. Their management team made it very clear in their contract that any romantic relationships within the band was strictly prohibited, but he can’t help his mind wander. 

It’s times like tonight where he has to refrain from pulling her in for a cuddle because he’s afraid she might feel a certain part of himself press against her. Or having to keep his hand from reaching out to caress her cheek before pulling her into him to find out what her lips taste like. 

Baby, look what you've done to me

Baby, look what you've done now

Baby, I'll never leave

If you keep holding me this way, oh oh-oh

—2014—

YN and Harry are in the recording room, the boys and the band’s production team sit on the other side of the glass.

As Harry sings the chorus, YN moves with her guitar to the rest of the song playing through her headphones. 

This is one of the first songs that the two are mainly taking the lead on. After they both wrote the song and made a rough demo last year, they were really excited to have made something solely together. They’ve written songs together in the past whenever they had the time to and weren’t usually the ones to shy away from sharing a selected few to the boys. 

But this song had a particular...topic to it that made them a little hesitant to share. But if the theme was appropriate enough to be in a Disney film, then it was perfectly suitable for a One Direction song. 

It was given that being the only girl in a band full of rowdy boys would come with its challenges. Don’t get her wrong, there are equal amounts of—if not more—benefits when it comes to the uneven ratio than what initially meets the eye. 

For one, the support that the boys give her is indescribable. From being featured in a song with Little Mix to her rants about her latest crush, they were and always will be there to lend a helping hand. Her most recent outspoken interest is her wanting to learn what it takes to make music. She’s been technically “making music” ever since she was in primary school in her mum’s kitchen, using every utensil as a form of some musical instrument, but YN wants to learn more about the technical side of what she sings for.

She doesn’t solely want to be singing into the padded microphone as the rest of the producers on the other side of the glass move the hundreds of buttons on the enormous console in front of them. 

Add the fact that the 10 producers staring at her are all men to the mixing bowl of intimidation and glass ceilings, then you’ve got yourself a cocktail of a shiny seat in the back corner with her name on it.

Who's this man that's holding your hand

And talking 'bout your eyes? (oh oh-oh)

Used to sing about bein' free

But now he's changed his mind (oh oh-oh)

Harry sits in the corner among the rest of the producers at the huge console as the song plays out. He meets her eyes from her spot on the couch, the rest of the band are scattered along the room and talk amongst themselves while the producers handle the song for now. 

They share a smile as they hear their song coming into full production, happy that it was accepted by the other band members to be allowed on their upcoming album in their democratic voting system.

I know they'll be comin' to find me soon

But my Stockholm Syndrome is in your room

Yeah, I fell for you

“It’s sounding really good guys,” Julian Bunetta, a producer since the band’s second album and close friend, spins in his chair to face the rest of the men sitting at the panel. “But I feel the chorus can still use a little work in terms of production.”

“I like Harry doing the chorus.” One producer says. “I don’t think there needs to be any changes made there.”

“We make YN’s guitar louder?” Says another. 

The producers go back and forth trying to come up with suggestions. Harry looks back over to YN, her lips tucked in as she fidgets with a ring on her finger. Her eyes wide and telling as they bounce back and forth between the men. 

Her eyes finally land on Harry again. She’s liking this bandana phase on him. He’s been doing it a lot more lately, keeping his word on wanting to grow out his curly locks. 

When it started to become a hassle to maintain, she showed him various ways to keep it out of his face. As much as he secretly enjoyed the clip that she put on top of his head, he felt more secure in the head scarf she had when performing on stage. Soon enough, he had a collection of his own, her olive green scarf will always be his favorite though.

With a soft smile and discreet head nod towards the producers, YN takes a deep breath and gives a small head nod back.

“We can add more piano in—”

“Harmonies.” 

All the men in the room look to the young woman in the corner of the room, the pink in her cheeks becoming more prominent as all eyes become lasered in on her. 

YN is never one to shy away from a group of the opposite sex, she’s been living with the boys 24/7 for the past 4 years if that says anything. She’s fierce and out-spoken and stubborn as ever. Yet, speaking up to men who are in a higher position than she is, their production team, men in charge of making or breaking her career—she’s learned over the years when to pick her battles.

“What d’you mean?” One of the producers questions with a furrow of his eyebrows. 

The encouraging look behind Harry’s jade eyes gives her another nudge.

“Harmonies,” She says with her heart beating out of her chest, but with more confidence nonetheless. “We can add a layer of harmonies on the second half of the chorus. And then some for the outro.” YN stands up from her place in the corner and walks up to the line of producers, and Harry. “I can show you, if you’d like.”

After harmonizing to Harry’s voice and ad-libbing a slowed down version of “look what you’ve done to me, baby,” YN finds herself sitting in Harry’s previous seat, but right in the middle of the row of producers.

She moves her head to the beat of the song as her fingers carefully and thoughtfully move up the various sliders in front of her (the ones she knows from constantly looking at the producers work).

The rest of the boys stand behind her, watching and listening to her make the song better with her minor changes. Harry can’t help the smile sitting comfortably on his lips, a sense of overwhelming happiness weighing on his chest. 

It’s in this moment where he knows that she’s broken the glass barrier, gracefully shoving her foot through the door, and is going to make an amazing producer one day.

YN slowly moves a handful of sliders down at once, making the song come to its echoey end. 

When she looks at Julian, he has a satisfied smirk on his face, leaning back in the black swiveling chair with his hands intertwined on his stomach.

“‘Baby’ finally came out of her corner.”

—2018—

“How’s everyone feeling tonight?” Harry’s lips tug up into a smirk at the sound of the crowd yelling at the top of their lungs. “Everyone doing alright? Having fun?” 

He adjusts his ear pieces as he hears one of the crew members say, “She’s ready for you, H.”

“So,” He anxiously plays with the tuff on his sparkly pink top. “I’m going to need a little help for this next song. I’ve known this person for about 8 years now and she’s been a very important person in my life.” The crowd screams continue to get louder as they begin to put the pieces together. Excitement and anxiousness fills the room as they hang off of every word Harry says. “You all know and love her. Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for the one and only, YN YLN!”

YN adjusts the strap of her butterfly guitar before walking out from the wings onto the center of the stage. Knowing that she’d be a surprise performer, her and her stylist knew that the proper attire for Harry’s show was a custom suit of her own. 

After waving to the fans, she walks into his extended arms, careful not to bump the guitars against their hips.

“People of St Paul!” YN smiles into the microphone that was placed next to Harry’s before she walked on stage. “You all look so beautiful tonight!”

The crowd is going absolutely insane as they see two of their favorite band members reunite on stage. Little do they know that the two have been an item for the last two months behind the scenes.

“So we’re gonna do a song for you all that we wrote a couple of years ago. Please sing along if you know the words.”

With that, the lights go dark, pink lights begin to strobe, and the sound of YN’s guitar playing sounds through the area. 

As they go through the song, YN almost comes down with tears as the crowd sings along with them. Even after the band split up and have gone to become solo artists, it warms her heart that the fans have remained unbelievably devoted to them. 

YN stands next to Harry as they strum the strings of their instruments, sharing his microphone as they continue the second half of the chorus. The smiles on their faces are sure to make their cheeks hurt until the next morning.

Baby, look what you've done to me

Baby, you've got me tied down

Baby, I'll never leave

If you keep holding me this way, oh oh-oh

As Harry watches her continue to walk around the stage, strumming the guitar he gifted her, looking at him with so much passion in her eyes as she sings, he has to rack his brain at times to find the lyrics as his mind becomes solely fixated on her.

He’s reminded yet again about wanting this to be his forever. He wants to make music, go on tour, and sing his little heart out until he has to be physically dragged off the stage. But most importantly, he wants her by his side for all of it. This all means nothing without her and that both excites him and terrifies him at the same time.

All my life I've been on my own

I use a light to guide me home

But now together we're alone

And there's no other place I'd ever wanna go

Who knew that that one late night in her hotel room all those years ago, mini bars and talks about a Disney princess having strong sexual desires for her kidnapper, would eventually lead to where the two stand now.

Once Harry meets her backstage and leads them both to his dressing room, he doesn’t think twice about reaching out and caressing his hand on her cheek, pulling her in for a kiss, never getting enough of how her lips taste.

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[foxes-that-run]

Stockholm Syndrome

In the Four Hangout Harry said the song was about developing feelings for a kidnapper and applying the idea to enjoying the feeling of being trapped by love. When Liam talked about being trapped in a hotel room Harry cut him off with "This is more like about a nympho."

After What makes you Beautiful, Stockholm Syndrome is the 1D song he still plays most. It was on the Live on Tour setlist 2017-2018, but then not played again for 5 years. It reappeared on 13 May 2023, (While Taylor's surprise song was This Love). Harry then played it 18 more times to the end of Love on Tour. He also changed the emphasis on "Now he's changed his mind!"

Production

Harry said "Stockholm was a lot of fun to write." He seems to enjoy playing it too. Harry wrote it with the 1D writers, Julian and John, as well as Johan Carlsson. At the same time Johan & Harry wrote:

"A Little Bit of Your Heart" for Ariana Grande. Ariana first mentioned it in July 2014, and

"I love you" for Alex and Sierra at the same time, which was May 2014 based on them sharing a photo of Taylors cat.

It was on Four, released 17 November 2014, 3 weeks after 1989:

9 February 2014 Taylor wrote Clean in London

11 February 2014 she cut her hair off backstage after Red at the O2, Harry was spotted watching.

14 February 2014 - Taylor posted "there's nothing like real love" quote for valentines day. She released the Style Music Video 12 months later, which may have inspired Two Ghosts.

19 February 2014 Taylor wrote Style

March - May 2014 Harry likely wrote Stockholm Syndrome. It was Recorded by May.

Live Performances

Stockholm replaced Happily as song 7 on the OTRA setlist on 25 February 2015, the day after Taylor was seen with Calvin at the Brits. It was on the setlist for the rest of the tour. (it was in the Encore for the first few shows)

It was on Harry's Live on Tour main setlist in 2017 and 2018. On May 13 2023 it was added to the last 18 Love on Tour shows with Grapejuice.

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Who's that shadow holding me hostage? I've been here for days Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away? I know they'll be coming to find me soon But I fear I'm getting used to Being held by you

The Shadow/Ghost/Phantom reference continued in Haylor songs, to me they are referencing this song/HYGTG:

How You Get The Girl “Stand there like a ghost shaking from the rain” (HYGTG was written January 2013)

Ready for it...? "Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted / But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom / Holdin' him for ransom"

So it goes "Gold cage, hostage to my feelings"

Two Ghosts

AntiHero "When my depression works the graveyard shift / All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room", the film clip has 2 with heart glasses from 22 and Music from a Sushi Restaurant.

[Chorus] x2 Oh, baby, look what you've done to me Oh, baby, look what you've done now Oh, baby, I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way (Oh-oh-oh)

The theme of being unable to escape this recurrent love, and it being a golden cage, is recurrent. In Ready for it..? Taylor sings she will "Keep him forever like a Vendetta"

[Verse 2] Who's this man that's holding your hand and talking 'bout your eyes? (Oh-oh-oh) Used to sing about being free but now he's changed his mind (Oh-oh-oh) I know they'll be coming to find me soon But my Stockholm syndrome is in your room Yeah, I fell for you

When Harry first started singing the whole song, as in the top link he sang the line 'used to sing about being free' along the tune. In July 2018 and again when the song re-appeared in May 2023 he has emphasised "changed his mind" more and more.

[Bridge] All my life, I've been on my own (Oh-oh-oh) I used the light to guide me home (Oh-oh-oh) But now together we're alone (Oh-oh-oh) And there's no other place I'd ever wanna go [Breakdown] (Look what you've done to me) Baby, look what you've done

The guiding light to home is also a theme in Harry and Taylors songs where they refer to each other as home:

Sweet Creature "When I run out of road, you bring me home"

The Lover Video included a home where every room was Haylor

Woman Exile has a list of Haylor Home lyrics

#haylor #stockholm syndrome #one direction #one direction haylor

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

Harry writes about women in such a gross way. It’s all hook-ups, coked-up pop tarts, little intellect, side boob, devil in the sheets, sorry you wanted to keep it, paying for it, blah blah blah. He is also always writing about cocaine. It’s fascinating that so many Larries are disappointed with Louis who smokes and drinks beer and who writes songs about emotions, friendship, changing times, nostalgia but celebrate / worship Harry who sings all about coke, psychedelics and all the casual sex he has with women. Harry — according to Harry Styles’ own lyrics — is a fuckboi! Yet Larries idolize him and insult Louis.

Harry Styles tends to absorb the personality of the people around him (he parroted Louis’ personality early in 1D) so it’s no surprise that when he hangs around older industry people, his personality and viewpoint echo theirs.

Harry is friends with James Corden who joked on stage about Kendall Jenner being promiscuous and a nympho, in front of Harry, who didn’t correct him.

The number of Harry’s close friends being accused of physical abuse or sexual abuse is actually astonishing.

[twopoppies]

I am a newish Larry. Recently say the Ben Winston interview where Harry talks about Stockholm Syndrome. I have to admit I could not follow what Harry was saying. Who’s the nympho? Louis not registering any emotion or interaction throughout. I feel like I’ve stumbled on some black hole of the fandom? Does it have anything to do with the fanfic by the same name, which came first?

Hi, love. I have no idea what fic you’re talking about, but you could check the date on it to see when it was published. It’s a common saying, though. I’m sure Harry isn’t writing any music based on fics.

As for him saying it’s about a nympho, I think he was just being a brat because Ben was toeing the party line and being an asshole trying to get them to say they don’t like Larry rumors, etc. It’s entirely possible the song is about sex/about himself and that’s just his way of not doing what their management/label wanted him to do.

[cupid-styles]

OH ALSO EVERYTHING BY @gurugirl OMG I LOVE KNOWING PEOPLE AS UNHINGED LIKE ME ALSO EXIST (im looking at you nympho!harry fic)

@gurugirl is straight up one of the best smut writers on this site, the nympho!harry teaser she posted to tumblr had me laying down on the floor and taking deep breaths

#bestie asks #fic rec

[septembersghost]

since you are both harry and Taylor fan do you think Stockholm syndrome is about taylor? Harry said it was about a 'nympho' so I always thought it wasn't about her because I didn't think he would call her that in an interview. But after complicated freak was released I am on fence about it. SS sounds like having a kinky chained sex and some of tay's song about harry has a sexual element. And I can't imagine complicated freak being about anyone else as he was pining so hard for her during that era. (Also ignore this if you got my previous ask. I sent the same one but my phone had trouble so I don't think you got it)

i got them both! in the previous one you said, "I also saw someone saying it's from a pov of the guy in blank space(she is the predator he is the victim so a satire)," and i've never thought about it that way before, that's actually a really fun interpretation!

short answer is yes i do think stockholm syndrome and complicated freak share her as the muse. definitely agree that complicated freak is pretty unquestionable and that there wasn't anyone else at that time that he was pining so hard for or would've described in that way.

i consider a lot of the stuff thematically in stockholm syndrome (an absolute banger btw) to be more metaphorical "who's that shadow holding me hostage? i've been here for days," "baby, look what you've done to me. baby, you've got me tied down" to me are like, he's so in love with/infatuated by/attracted to her that he can't escape constantly thinking about and wanting to be with her. i don't think it's literal *rihanna voice* ~whips and chains excite me~ as much as it's like, "you're always on my mind and it's overwhelming (and when we're together it's really good)." the song has a lot of elements about fear of commitment and how she's flipped his world and that's exhilarating but somewhat frightening too ("i fear i'm getting used to being held by you," "used to sing about being free but now he's changed his mind." harry also borrows her trick of referencing themselves in the third person there, which she does again in question, i'm just noticing that!). there's a clear sexual component and he, well. he made that joke, but there's a deeper aspect to that too, where he feels like he and his world are being reshaped by the intensity of what he feels for her. ("all my life i've been on my own/i used the light to guide me home/but now together we're alone/and there's no other place i'd ever wanna go" - notice he goes from being on his own to alone together). he sung stockholm syndrome and if i could fly regularly when touring hs1, and of course that's because he wrote them, but the themes also fit well with some of the other songs about this from his debut record.

i think where do broken hearts go is another aspect of this as well and his side of things referenced in ootw/iwyw (counted all my mistakes and there's only one/standing out from the list of the things i've done/all the rest of my crimes don't come close to the look on your face when i let you go/so, i built you a house from a broken home, and i wrote you a song with the words you spoke...the taste of your lips on the tip of my tongue is at the top of the list of the things i want/mind is running in circles of you and me/anyone in between is the enemy/shadows come with the pain that you're running from/love was something you've never heard enough).

the allure/attraction/sexy element definitely appears a lot in her music about him too, even in a softer, more romantic way, the idea of the tide of that love pulling you back in shows up too (lanterns burning, flickered in my mind for only you). definitely why, when you lay their songs side-by-side, they take on that element of unspoken dialogue.

#random but i looked this love up and it says the tv is 'flickered in the *night* for only you' and now i'm questioning reality #is it not 'in my MIND'??? #i'm keeping it the way i typed it anyway lol #anonymous #letterbox #i think there are some complicated and upsetting reasons why she was like this regarding the physical aspect of things post jake #but yeah #haylor #not me answering spicy asks on the blog now! the walls are crumbling down!

[hunrising]

One of the funniest moments ever has to be Harry saying that Stockholm is about a nympho and everyone else turning to him being like ??? 😭

When did this happen lol I’ve forgotten

well I have to show u the whole thing

#Anonymous

[gurugirl]

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=64000fb900a23

This is nympho!harry waking up yn and one of the girls with a surprise 🤭

OH MY GOD. You're so right! This is a regular morning for them, in fact 😂

NSFW LINK ⛔️

#ask #nympho!harry

[harryfeatgaga]

i stan the idea of the styles family settling down in los angels for one reason; niall lives over in la and i am a nympho for narry 😭 niall living just down the road so he always offers his services to babysit baby styles one and baby styles two while you two go out on a date night and he waves you off at the door with baby styles two in his arms and baby styles one wrapped round his legs with a "get going on baby styles three, yeah?" and when you and harry get to your fancy date night hotel, who are you to leave niall's direction unfollowed as you take harry's suit jacket off and he unzips your dress 🫣🫣🫣🫣

PLEASEEENBFDHJNHBJNBJ OH MY GODDDDD

#harry concept

[didhewinkback]

the way the four promo began with harry saying stockholm syndrome is about a nympho and ended with him drunk off his ass dancing on tables at the snl afterparty with kristen wiig... a level of unhinged we will never get back

[jlf23tumble]

what does Stockholm syndrome (one direction song) signifies cuz I truly didn't get it

This song!!! So back in the day, they'd openly "joke" that is was about a nympho (who may/may not have been Harry himself), but I personally love the layers in it (one, Stockholm Syndrome itself is about falling in love [to a certain degree] with your captors, two, they also talked about the captor being "you" [interviewers, fans, etc.], which yeah!, and three, we can all assume Harry's a kinky so and so for all kinds of reasons, hence the "you've got me tied down" where he doesn't really seem all that mad about it)

#one direction #said some shit! #i would definitely rec googling meaning + those lyrics #because a lot of people have talked about it

[sadaveniren]

Stockholm Syndrome was probably still about Harry. Both of them are so kinky.

In Harry’s own words Stockholm Syndrome was about a nympho so I feel like this is a good gif to answer who it is is about

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C1miu-FsFdK/?igsh=MWxzZTA3dmNzN2V2NQ==

I always had this question that louis wrote some really good horny songs and he has always been like that in the band(not that am complaining, i really like that side of louis) but his writing style has completely changed.. i mean look at mr. am so sweet styles writes all sorts of sex songs but louis has done like complete 180..🤔

This is actually kind of interesting.

Louis’ songwriting for his solo career has changed a lot since 2016, partly because of circumstance (Louis realized, around fall 2017, that industry wasn’t going to support him but exactly the opposite— his former label and contacts would do everything to sink him) and partly temperament (he focused on “honesty and authenticity” with a confessional style for Walls, and then changing the focus to tour-appropriate songs to the FITF).

The switch from Walls to FITF might have come from Louis’ realization that confessional ballads don’t tour well in large spaces like arenas and stadiums. His fans showed up, of course, but the big hits on LTWT were songs like Kill My Mind, Always You.

Sonics aside, the subject of songs changed from Louis himself to the world around him. Maybe the pandemic influenced this switch, and maybe there was a broadening of friends and acquaintances beyond the boyband world.

Louis doesn’t tend to insulate himself from the world at large. He meets fans, he goes to normal restaurants and pubs, he attends football games incognito, he stands with the crowd at festivals. He goes to UK pubs to watch football games and he races strangers in the streets. The “interiority” in his songs, while describing specific and intimate moments, are like the best creative works that are both personal and universal. We recognize them because they bring out bittersweet or nostalgic, human moments. They express empathy, yearning, a longing for human connection.

Recently I was thinking about Harry’s cheeky answer to an interviewer that Stockholm Syndrome (which he co-wrote) was about “a nympho.” At the time, fandom didn’t know what to think. Was Harry describing girls as sex addicts… with kidnapping / abuse fantasies?

Then came Carolina (“she’s a good girl/ she feels so good”), Only Angel (“a devil between the sheets”), Kiwi (“Hard candy drippin' on me till my feet are wet/ And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it”), Keep Driving (“Cocaine, side boob/ Choke her with a sea view”), Make My Day (“She asked me to choke her, I play along”), and of course, Watermelon Sugar, to name a few songs with questionable lyrics.

My objection is not that Harry depicts women as human beings with sexual needs, but that he depicts them as sexual objects— that women are the sum of their sexual fulfillment for men, for men’s fantasies, for men to portray and control. In this point of view, women love sex because men want them to love sex, and women love sex more because men sometimes pay them for it.

It’s not a great POV from a teenager, but an execrable one from a grown adult man. It’s as if this man has never grown up, never had a mature relationship, never met an adult partner in real life. It’s also a POV in which women ought to love sex, in which we are expected to be grateful for it, and being compensated should be sexual turn on… a truly dangerous philosophy.