1d harry styles

anonymous asked:

Sub harry who is just discovering his kinks and your fucking him one day and put your hand on his neck and he says tighter in a breathy little whimper and so you do and that's how he finds out he likes getting choked


okay so he’s come home from a day of recording at the studio and he’s all tuckered out but feeling really needy as well so he practically begs you to fuck him.

He’s so docile you don’t even need to tie him down. He’s laying out all sweaty across the bed, sheer black shirt unbuttoned all the way and his pants and briefs are discarded on the floor at the end of the bed. You’re riding him hard and fast, bouncing on his cock roughly with the back of your thighs slapping down on his, feeling his balls against your ass every time you sink down. His arms are above his head, splayed out limply with his fingers messing at the ends of his mussed up hair, whining softly as you bite down his neck and scratch up his chest, blowing on the stinging red lines and causing him to whimper all throaty and high.

“God, you’re amazing, y'know that?” Harry’s voice is soft and timid, eyes glued to your chest hungrily as it bounces in your perky lace bra– one he’d bought you at a fancy boutique when he was off shooting for the film in France.

“And you’re extremely thick. Did you know that?” You drag your lips sloppily down the spine of the butterfly tattoo, tongue peeking out to lap at one of his puffy nipples.

He answers with a short, wispy hiccup of, “Maybe.”

Your arms are holding his elbows down against the mattress, making sure he doesn’t move to touch you. Your knees are pressed up against his hips to give you balance as you slam down on him, his entire body jolting against the bed, cracked moans and soft keening stuttering from the heavy movement. He looks absolutely enthralling, with his cheeks tinted rose and his big green eyes all doe-like and innocent, swollen bottom lip tucked under his front two teeth as he thrums out shaky hums of gratitude, filled with, “Fuck me so good, darling. No one takes m'cock like you do.” and “You’re so tight, peach. Snug little cunt gonna fuckin’ ruin me for good, innit? Gonna make your baby boy come so hard it hurts…”

You’re hand reaches towards his neck out of instinct, fingers wrapping around the back as your thumb presses softly against his bobbing Adam’s Apple, using your palm to bring him towards your mouth. You keep his throat stuck to your lips, teeth sinking in sweetly and marking deep purple bruises into his soft, tanned skin. Something to look forward to seeing on him tomorrow morning as he’s spread out over the pillows with the side of his face pasted to the cushion, hair in a fluffy, wild halo with the sheets hanging low on his hips, revealing all of the maroon and violet love bites scattered down the tight muscles of his back, across his broad shoulders and speckling his delicate neck.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts you hadn’t realized you’d tightened your grip, thumb pressing down harder into his juglar and causing his breathing to shutter.

You immediately release your hold, apologies spilling from your lips as you kiss at his flushed ears with care, worried to death.

“More.” Harry’s croak is airy and quaking, but insistent nonetheless.

You stare at him for a second, surprised by the new development. But you grant him his wish, wrapping your fingers around his throat and tightening like before. “Like this?”

He nods feverishly, suckling his bottom lip into his mouth, bright, canopy green eyes rolling into the back of his head as the edges of his mouth twitch up into a teeny, satisfied smile. “Jus’ like that.”

You continue rocking against him, other hand cradling the side of his face as you gradually close your fingers further around his neck, relying on his body language and sounds of pleasure to guide you on this new territory. And what a discovery this is.

Harry looks incredibly sexy with his head tilted all the way back against the pillow, jaw flexing alluringly as his ruby lips are parted, heavy whimpers and short gasps rawing his lungs. His eyes are barely cracked open, heavy lashes brushing the tops of his simmering cheeks as he looks down on you with so much lust it burns. He pouts his bottom lip out pleadingly, talking meekly. “Can I have a kiss?”

You respond by flushing your lips against his, tongue dipping in teasingly and pulling out to skim his upper lip temptingly, drawing a deep, needy whine from him, air puffing out shallow and quivering.

“Such a naughty boy. Getting kinkier every day, y'know that?“

Harry returns your comment with a coy grin, tilting his head forward so that your fingertips dig deeper against his throat, bruising himself in the process and smiling as he feels the marks blossoming. He softens his eyes into looking all watery and innocent, but you can see a devilish glint in the specks of gold that shimmer in his irises.

“And you’re a pretty little thing with a tight cunt and a knack for returning my kinks. Did you know that?”

anonymous asked:

HIIIII !! i love your writing! ! i was wondering if you could make a dunkirk smut of alex (harry ) spending the night with y/n before he leaves for war ?

Thank you so much, angel! It’s a little bit funny, because I just watched Dunkirk. And believe me, it’s amazing! Xx

It’s slow and passionate, the air is filled with tension, because none of you two have the courage to say what’s coming. You both know what the intense touches of your lips are for, what your tears running down your cheeks are for, what you can’t do nothing about. The kisses you two share are deep and meaningful, not just quick pecks on the lips. He holds himself up to the bed with one of his hands and he uses the other one to lift you so your chests can touch. You’re closer than ever because tomorrow you’re gonna be separated. And it’s not going to be easy at all.

Even now when the feeling of him inside you is making you moan his name, you’re crying, because it can’t overtake the feeling of knowing he’ll be in dangerous after a few hours.

“I love you” you whisper, finally managing to tell him what you couldn’t a second before. “I love you more than everything, Alex.”

He buries his head inbetween your neck and you shoulder and somehow you already know it’s going to hurt so much when he’s away from you.

“I love yeh too, my love” he whispers in your ear. “Promise I’ll come home back to you.”

Photographs (Pt. 2)

Harry still wasn’t sure if his decision to end your relationship was for the best or for the worst but through work and his busy schedule, he was only concentrated on his new interviews and promos. He wasn’t a workaholic. No. But he wanted a distraction. And his career was willing to offer him just that. He had almost persuaded himself that he was over you. That he only saw you as an old friend of his and not as his passionate lover who used to spoil him with her love and her support. But as soon as such thoughts made their appearance in his mind, he started working again in order to think of nothing but his new appointments.

But what happened when he was all alone in his home and you weren’t there to welcome him and relax him? What happened when work was no longer able to fill his mind and keep his thoughts away from you? What happened when he finally understood he shouldn’t have let you go? He started reminding himself why you were so important to him. That’s what happened.

He had fooled himself if he ever believed he could forget you. Even the simplest of things reminded him of you. When he was preparing his lunch, he couldn’t help but remember the times when you had cooked his favourite meal to help him get his mind of off his hectic day or when he would place his hands on your hips when you were doing the dishes; because leaving them dirty overnight is nasty, as you always said to Harry. Or when he was watching a movie, the thought of you snuggling closer to him and peppering each other with kisses and of course hugging him very tight throughout a horror movie would flood his damn mind; he had connected everything to you.

According to him though, the hardest time came by the night. When it was finally time to go upstairs and be met with the warmness of sleep. The thing was, he couldn’t sleep properly anymore. After some time of being asleep, he often found himself placing his arm near him, where your usual spot was, absentmindedly, but he was only met with coldness and emptiness instead of his lovely and welcoming girl who always slept with him. It was coming to a point where he felt, if not knew, that not being with you was an utter torture. Sometimes, he would be with his group of friends or with his family, but he would still feel like a part of him was absent. He couldn’t take it. It was slowly driving him insane. And what killed him more was not knowing if you felt the same. If he caused you so much pain as well, because he knew for sure how it felt being separated from you, or if you had found somebody new who would heal your wounds with the love he was only supposed to provide you with.

“What have I done to yeh and us, Y/N?”, were the words that were permanent on his lips. Sat on the bed he long ago shared with you, hands on his face and warm tears wetting his cheeks was his current position. He felt lost. He felt so numb that he was surprised he felt a jolt of pain when his foot kicked something under the bed he was sitting on. He hesitantly kneeled down to have a look and a simple box was staring right back at him. He didn’t remember having purchased a new pair of shoes recently so he just discarded the lid and the revelation of photographs picturing you two, came like a rushing wave. He had erased the box from his memory. He of course remembered all the photographs taken when you were a couple but he didn’t remember agreeing when you had suggested you both keep copies of the photographs. But now, he definitely remembered.

He placed his hand in the box and picked up a photograph. Not a particular one. Just one. And he wished he hadn’t.

“When was the last time I kissed you?”, you asked out of the blue and you were met with a smirking Harry.

“Hmm, I think ten minutes ago when we were cookin’ dinner”, he said before bringing the fork full of pasta to his lips.

“How did I manage to resist for so long?”, you acted being shocked and got up from your seat ready to share a kiss with your hungry boyfriend. Just as you were about to lean in, he filled his mouth with pasta and without thinking twice, you kissed him.

“Love, yeh have a bit of tomato sauce on yeh”, he said chuckling and you started laughing.

“Where? Where?”, you were feeling a little bit gross, but it was your decision to kiss him while he was chewing.

“Here baby”, he said before snapping the picture.

“Meh lovely tomato stained girl”, he said before grabbing your waist and kissing you while staining his mouth with tomato sauce as well.

All these memories made him curse under his breath. He started to wonder if you ever looked at the pictures as well. A part of him hoped you didn’t because if you did and you hadn’t called or sent a message, even accidentally, this meant you had moved on. And he couldn’t bring himself to handle this. His hand picked up another photograph and a smile made its way on his lips before more tears started blurring his vision. It was the last photo of you together.

Harry’s mom, Anne, had invited you over for a small gathering at her house. She knew the beautiful relationship between the two of you and she hoped it would last a lifetime.

“Harry, pass me the salt dear”, she said to her son and he happily obliged. He was so content you were getting along with his family that he couldn’t stop his smile from forming every now and then.

“I have an idea! Only if it is possible of course”, you said suddenly, getting everyone’s attention.

“Go on darling”, Anne encouraged you enthusiastically. You had the greatest ideas and Harry’s family was more than eager to participate.

“When we were coming with Harry, I couldn’t help but notice the perfectly decorated backyard. I was wondering if we could all go there after we finish dinner and have a few drinks along with some music!”.

“Like a small party yeah?”, Gemma completed and you nodded. Everyone agreed and after some time you were all outside.

“Yeh have brilliant ideas baby. Meh mom would never want to have a party unless she had it organized two weeks ago. Whereas your idea of a small gatherin’ just like a party was very smart”.

“Aw thank you Harry. It is nothing really. Anyone could have suggested it. But I wanted to cherish this backyard like crazy”, you said and just then Harry’s lips met your forehead. He was very proud and appreciative of you.

Just then, you heard it. A click. And this time, the photograph was not taken from either of you. It was taken from Anne. And she couldn’t choose a more perfect time to snap it.

“My two lovebirds”, she said and smiled while leaving you two be.

This was the last push. He knew it was time he got you back. He realized what a huge mistake he had made and honestly, he was okay, pleased even with the idea of making it up to you his whole life. The only thing he was wishing for was for you not to have moved on. But how could he ever think you had the strength to do that?

His feet carried him to your house. It wasn’t much of a distance and right now, he was thanking God. Before he was ready to knock on your door, he saw you. You were in your bedroom and you were doing what he had been doing some moments ago. You were looking at a photograph.

“I knew it. I’m comin’ baby”, he said and then, he knocked.

You were startled hearing the knocks on your door, because you were sure you weren’t expecting any visitors. Besides, it was late in the evening so no one would come at such an hour. When you opened your door, you choked on your own breath. He was the last person you expected to see on your doorstep. You took a good glimpse of him and knowing it would wreck you, you brought your eyes to his. His eyes were dull. They weren’t shining like before. They had lost their happiness; their life.

“What happened to your eyes Harry?”, was your only question. He was taken aback from your reaction but when he comprehended what you had just said, he smiled through his tear stained cheeks.

“They weren’t looking at you every day”, he said before showing you a piece of paper. You instantly started tearing up when you saw the picture he was holding out for you to see. It was the picture you were holding as well. The picture in which you two were kissing on your first date, right on your doorstep. How was this possible?

“Harry, h-how?”, you stuttered showing him the photograph you were holding as well. You felt a bit intimidated; it was like fate was playing tricks on you and it enjoyed it too.

“Whenever I wanted to sleep well in the night, I always held this picture close to meh. I guess I knew that this picture is as important to meh as it is to yeh. We are one Y/N. We make a whole. And I was a complete idiot fo’ lettin’ yeh slip through meh fingers. I wish we hadn’t let all this time pass us by. Is it too late now to make up fo’ it?”

You were distant. Yes, you were because the pain he had caused you was something unbearable. You only knew how strong you had to be not to witness yourself collapsing due to heartbreak. But as you were looking deep in his eyes, you suddenly knew you were the one for him and he was the one for you. He made a mistake but he looked determined to make it right. So you did the only thing you wanted to do all this time you had spent sitting alone and crying over your photographs; you kissed and hugged him like he was about to disappear once again and you would lose him for once and for all.

“I promise yeh Y/N. I am not leavin’ yeh again whether you like it or not”, he said before kissing you again, recreating the context of the photograph you were both holding that night.

Part two to Photographs was requested so here it is! I hope you guys liked reading it! Feedback is very much appreciated and don’t hesitate to express your feelings about my work! Requests are open and I will try to come back to you with the requests I have already received! Don’t worry loves! As I always say, more is yet to come! Stay tuned!

Larry Stylinson

Now, we all know Larry Stylinson.

One Direction is the biggest boyband of this generation.  

Originally posted by larrygifs

Larry Stylinson is and will always be iconic.

Originally posted by hedgehog-life

All I wanna know is why is the management  and the boys trying to hard to cover it and all the other ships?

Larry can bring in more support and revenue. The merch that could have been sold for these ships and the popularity of the band would skyrocket.

Originally posted by badboysgoodlove

A lot of us only watch television shows for the gays in it and occasionally stay for the plot. That could have been the same for One Direction. Gay loving people would just support it because it’s gay.

I guess you can say Management doesn’t want the band to go down that road because they are either homophobic not sure how the fans will react. You all would have gotten more fans is all I’m saying.

Louis, you have a child and a girlfriend. Why are you still denying Larry till this day? Hardly anyone talks about it anymore after that baby thing. Why is the topic still relevant? 

I call that overkill. You have already blew up the ship and watched it drown. Let it go now. You’re sexuality doesn’t need to be proven anymore, we get it.

Any why is it that everyone asks Louis about Larry and not well I don’t know. THE OTHER FUCKING MEMBERS.

Originally posted by 1dlarryluv

How did the Larry shippers ruin your relationship with Harry, Louis?? You both have personal lives you’re trying to tell me you can’t talk to him in private; over the phone on the tour bus…because of the larry shippers?? You can’t hang out with him in private because of Larry shippers? Fuck You. Oh is it that you can’t be his friend because people will think you’re gay and with him? But you don’t have a problem when you’re hanging out with a girl and paps think the both of you are dating? Bullshit.

Originally posted by badboysgoodlove

Fact check the things I have said here before you send me some bullshit hate.

Originally posted by analovespickles

harryharryxxniallniallxxx  asked:

backstage at a concert with louis??

You were kinda of unwell to be here backstage. You felt like you were gonna throw up. But it was the first day of Louis’ solo tour. You wanted to be there and be supportive, no matter how disgusting you felt.

While he was on stage you were laying in his dressing room watching the TV that showed the concert. You were trying not to be sick but it was getting difficult.

“Come on,” you moaned softly. You didn’t want to be sick. You wanted to be supportive.

Plus you hated throwing up.

You did manage to smile as Louis grinned brightly and the camera men zoomed in on his pretty face. You got to see how happy he was and you had never felt prouder of him. But then your stomach twisted again and you couldn’t feel sicker. You ran to the bathroom across the hall and you leaned over the toilet puking your guts out.

You sat there after you flushed and moaned quietly again. You could have died right then and you would be much happier than being this sick.

Curling in a ball on the floor you felt more disgusting than you could have ever thought possible. Honestly, you felt pathetic and stupid and you wanted to go home. Being supportive meant a lot to you and Louis but you were in a lot of agony as you tried to calm your breathing.

Thankfully, you had the boys’ phone numbers and you knew at least one of them was coming to the tour opener. Anyone here? You sent to the four of them.

What’s the matter babe? Harry asked immediately.

I need water and some gum. You responded before you puked your guts out again.

Now you were shaking, getting sleepy, and you felt like you were sweating but you were busy passing out.


You’re not sure how long you were out but Harry was hovering over you when you came too. “Oh good,” he smirked. “Another five minutes and I would have had to call an ambulance.”

You glared at him weakly and you took the water from him immediately and managed to chew your gum three times before you felt too tired again. “How’s he doing?” You wondered.

“Amazing, love,” he said simply. “Don’t worry though. There’s plenty of other shows.”

Grumbling, you sipped some more water. Sighing you rested your arm and then face on the toilet. You could hear the screams and the happiness coming from the audience. You wanted to be out there but you were in too much pain.

You heaved again and you were unsure how there was anything left to throw up. Harry rubbed your back pulling your hair into a pony tail. And when you finished, you sipped a bit more of water to rinse your mouth out and promptly passed out.


“She’s been sick the whole time?” Louis asked and you felt a gentle hand push your hair behind your ear and stroke your cheek. “Why didn’t she just leave?”

“I don’t think she wanted to miss your show,” Harry said softly. Louis sighed and he rubbed your shoulder gently.

“Love,” he hummed softly. “C’mon now, we’ll head home and get you better, yeah?” He kissed your temple as he slowly lifted you into a sitting position.

You looked up drearily and could only imagine how disgusting you looked. “You did amazing,” you murmured exhaustedly.

“Thank you, darling,” he said and he looked at Harry for help to scoop you off the floor without jostling your stomach much. You could smell vomit and you imagined it was dried in your hair and you wanted to kill yourself for being so gross. You moaned. “Alright, home we go,” he said cradling you in his arms.


You threw up two more times that night and Louis took all your clothes off and his so that he could rinse you off and hold you up. He brushed your hair smooth and didn’t pull it at all because he had so much practice with his sisters. He pulled it back loosely just as a precaution and helped you get into sweats and one of his loosest shirts. After he had you brush your teeth, he kissed the center of your forehead and placed you into bed. “Thank you for being so brave while I was on stage. You made this night so easy. I’m so in love with you.”

And here you thought you hadn’t done anything. “Congrats Lou, I love you,” you murmured before falling asleep immediately.

Louis chuckled, settled himself in beside you and kissed your cheek. He greatly appreciated you at all times but for you to not complain on his big night and for you to endure the entire concert—even if it was from the bathroom—well, Louis could not adore his sleeping beauty more if he could try.

Bathing with Harry, a concept

Bathing with Harry would include

- him washing your back, hair and not letting you do any of the work

- shoulder and neck kisses

- bubbles!!!

- he would love to use bath bombs, bath milk and things that smell good

- he’d be the big spoon to take care of you burlt protest when you try to do the same (but he’d always give in)

- bath>shower because he loves the intimacy and peacefulness of it

- soft music playing in the background

- he’d love it when you washed his hair and let out little moans

- he’d take extra care when washing you, especially around your sensitive spots

- c a n d l e s

Don't Let Me Go
Harry Styles
Don't Let Me Go

Seems like these days I watch you from afar, just trying to make you understand

Why does nobody talk about this anymore? It’s without a doubt, my favourite song in the entire world. And no one even knows where it came from… 

Yet another request I can’t find.


Liam was seated away from your parents. It wasn’t that they didn’t like him, they were just weary with him being famous that he would be unfaithful to their darling daughter.

But Liam emphasized how important you were to him all the time, they always doubted his ability to come through on a promise and while they praised him for when he was there, they just wanted you to be unbelievably happy and they were worried he would let you down.

Here he was, sitting in the back of the audience trying not to draw attention to himself. He had told you he wasn’t going to be able to make it because as much as he wanted to, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to get to your ceremony on time.

While you were bummed, you didn’t mind. You knew he was busy and he would make an effort to be there if he could. You were giving a speech though and that was sad that he wouldn’t be able to see it. You think you were picked for him and honestly, you were more nervous than you could ever say but you were going to be brave and do it.

As they spoke your name, you took a very deep breath and swallowed as you walked up to the stage. Some of your friends cheered for you and you fixed the microphone and your tassel so it wouldn’t get in the way.

“Hi everybody,” you chirped. “I want to preface this speech with that I’m entirely too nervous to even be up here and quite truthfully I wish I was back in my seat,” you smiled and blushed a bit as everyone laughed. Liam was already beaming with pride for you.

“When I set foot on this university for the first time I thought it was enormous and I was never going to know my way around. In fact, I was so scared after orientation that I went home and cried for a good hour. But I’ve grown a lot the past four years, and when I left my dorm room a few days ago for the last time, I went home and cried for a good hour,” again you smiled as you made everyone laugh.

Liam was a little overwhelmed in the audience, you were doing so well and he never finished high school. Sure, he was a millionaire, but you seemed infinitely more successful than him. And of course, he wasn’t jealous and he knew he was successful in his own way, but wow. He was clinging to every word you spoke in hopes he could be and look as tremendous as you did up there giving your lovely speech.

“I’m lucky. I’ve had incredible teachers since I started school when I was just six years old. I’ve had the most support from my family, friends, and pretty much anyone I speak with about the future. While my teachers have taught me a lot, there’s not one person on this earth who can teach you more than what you can teach yourself. To the self-reflection papers, to your diaries—we all have one, don’t lie—to quiet times at yoga, and definitely during online classes, you learn a lot about yourself and who you are as a university student. But that’s not where it ends because in the past four years I’ve learned more about myself than I’d care to admit. My hope for myself and for all of you is that when you think about all you have learned so far in your life is that you can never stop learning about yourself.”

It was a very nice speech and Liam would listen to it again later but right now he just wanted to surprise you and get a picture with his lovely lady. Holding his flowers for you and keeping an eye on your body moving forward he headed to meet your family. He was taking deep breaths, knowing that they might not want him there since he already said he wouldn’t be able to make it.

You were taking pictures with your friends when you happened by and you gasped and threw yourself into his arms. “Oh my God,” you said.

“Congrats, baby,” he said smiling brightly and kissing your cheek. “Lovely speech.”

Your eyes welled with tears. “You…I thought—”

“I figured it was better to say I couldn’t be here in case I couldn’t make it so you wouldn’t be disappointed in me,” he shrugged and blushed a bit. You shook your head and smiled happily.

“I’m so happy,” you said simply.

He nodded. “Well, keep taking pictures. I’m here,” he said with a grin.

You fanned your eyes a moment as your friends laughed. Your family greeted Liam with surprised and happy hellos. Liam felt kind of smug that he made it when they thought he wouldn’t be there. But this day was about you.

Liam kept catching your gaze and you knew that he was trying to not be distracting but you couldn’t believe he was here. You felt smug towards your parents, telling them how much better than they thought he was.

“Alright, Liam, your turn,” your friend said.

Liam turned to you, smiled, and wrapped his arm around you as you proudly showed off your diploma. “You’re officially incredibly smarter than me,” he murmured.

You giggled. “That’s okay I still can’t sing well. I’ve still got a lot to learn.”

He chuckled tilted your chin up and kissed you sweetly. “M’very proud of you, love,” he whispered over your cheeks.

“Why thank you Liam,” you answered happily and you really hoped that your friends caught this sweet moment on camera. But either way, you would have many more sweet moments and today was a surprise so if today was just for the two of you, then so be it. Having Liam there in person was a lot better than pictures to remember it by.