anonymous asked:

Request: Smutty H comes home and you’re wearing his lilac sweater and he just keeps admiring you and telling you how beautiful you are.

H feels so early in the morning kill me. It’s not too smutty, but it’s not entirely fluff either!

“S’that mine?” He spoke, rising to stand before you. “Looks so good.” His voice is barely a whisper, long fingers running down the thick, ribbed fabric. His face is only inches away from yours, a pink tongue poking out, wetting his bottom lip before looking down at you, dimples dipping in as you nod your head. “Thought so, looked familiar,” His voice is quiet, cool breath dancing on your lips. His eyes follow his fingers, traveling down one of the ridges tucked into the fabric. “Looks so good on you,” His hands stop just under your hips, the fabric kisses the back of your knees as he grabs a handful, softly pulling you into him. “Always look so good wearing my things.” He coos, pressing forward. “Like the fact that you’ve got those cute little panties on underneath. I’d like to see more, if that’s al’right?” His hands are warm, fanning out over the exposed skin of your thighs. Your heart swells, each touch sending waves of electricity throughout your body. It’s more than alright.

When he arrived home from the studio earlier, he couldn’t help but smile. You were in the kitchen, perched on your tip toes, fingers wiggling as you fought to grab the pasta on the top shelf and that’s when he noticed. The heavy-weight purple fabric was rolled up your arms, the hem resting just above your thighs and dark red panties peaked from underneath. The same red panties he had fucked you in just that morning. He swallowed, heartbeat thumping loudly in his ears as he walked forward, long fingers wrapping around the box before pulling it down. A smile growing as you shot him a playful glare, hands reaching down to pull the sweater back down over the swell of your butt. “You look nice,” He mumbles lowly wrapping his arms around you. “Look very cozy.” He confirms pressing a kiss to your forehead.

After eating dinner, the two of you lounged comfortably on the couch. Legs crossed over one another, nimble fingers mindlessly playing with the knitted fabric as your show returned from commercial. His eyes couldn’t help but roam. Soft legs bent at the knees gave way to beautiful thighs, the lilac sweater perfectly contrasting with your skin and he just wanted to touch. He just wanted to kiss and touch each inch of exposed skin that peaked from under the knitted material. When you began to shift around talking of going to take a shower, he simply smiled. A heavy hand locking onto yours as green eyes met yours.

“You look so amazing, baby girl.” He mumbles lowly, fingers dancing slowly up your sleeve. All leading to where you are right now. Back against the wall, eyes dancing back and forth between H’s as his fingers press into the soft skin under the sweater. “Look so beautiful, so good in my clothes.” His lips being millimeters away sends shivers down your spine, his fingers are trailing the knitted ribs causing you to shiver. “Wanted to do this since I got home.” His voice is deep, each word soaked with need. He needs to touch you, he wants nothing more than to touch you, so he does. His lips set an attack on your neck, dotting the smooth skin with warm kisses. Long fingers ruck up the soft material of the sweater, feverishly grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. “Wanted to take you as soon as I saw you in this.“ He pants, pulling the material taught so he can kiss your collarbones. He looks wrecked, hands shaking as he pulls the material up, kissing the smooth untouched skin.

“Don’t want you to take it off, Okay? Want to taste you, yeah? Let me taste you, princess.” His eyes are burning into yours, smiling as you nod your head again. With that he’s diving under the purple material, kissing down your chest, wet lips pressing loving, needy kisses in a line down your torso. When he reaches the dark red line of your panties his mouth is watering, small flicks from a warm tongue dance along your hips. “So naughty, wanted to remember me fucking you, that why you’re still wearing these? Hm?” You’re whining, eyes squeezed shut with absolute need. A string of pleases and needs falling from your lips.

“Don’t worry,” His voice is muddled against your skin, “m’gonna take care of you.”



que hino foi esse meu deus??????????? enaltece mais harry styles

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Everything is Yours

Originally posted by harrysimpact

Authors Note:  Hooray for me staying committed as fuck to this mini series (I guess we can call it that now since its three parts or a three part imagine. Listen whatever floats your boat sister).  I’m in complete awe that in my writing comeback I have gotten this much positive feedback, thank you guys so much. I promise to continue to grow as a writer and pump out better content. I also made a masterlist of all my writing, so you guys can read my old writing while I work on new stuff. This part 2 of the Ultralight Beam Series, you can find part Uno here.  This part is inspired by Everything Is Yours by Kehlani (MY FUCKING QUEEN) , so it is highly recommended you listen to the song while reading. Anyways I hope you enjoy, part 3 coming soon and my ask box is still open to request so please leave some. Wuvers you guys. BTW This hella dedicated to @stylesallthelovex for being obessed with this series. Thanks for the support love.

  A month went by and you hadn’t talked to Harry since his listening party. You thought it would be a good thing, maybe it was time to cut your losses while you were ahead. Maybe this would allow you to better your relationship with Nick and Harry to find someone better. But Harry was right, you were so damn bored. Nick bored the hell out of you in every way possible , which should be the least of your worries because on top of all of the boredom he was still fucking his assistant. Not that you could be too angry when less than a month ago you were fucking Harry, but he was gone now and you were more unhappy than ever.

  Your eyes fluttered open and squinted slight adjusting to the morning sun, you pushed your white duvet to the side as you slipped out of bed and into your bedside slippers. You walked over to your bedroom mirror taking a look at yourself. You let out a gentle sigh as you rubbed your cheeks. Is this really what your life has become, you thought as you let your hair down from your ponytail. You were bored. You were unloved. But most of all you were unhappy. You caught a glimpse of Nick in the mirror, and you caught yourself wishing it was Harry. You never took the time to realize how much you missed Harry; you missed waking up to his soft snores, his concentrated face when he attempted to help you make pancakes, the soft touch of his button up shirts that you would always throw on after a night full of passion. You looked down at your engagement ring on your finger, before you thought it was one of the most beautiful rings you had ever seen in your life. But now you despised the ring, it was a constant reminder of one of the dumbest mistakes you had ever made in your life. You would rather marry that piece of shit than to be with someone who actually loves you , Harry’s words echoed in your mind as tears slowly began to roll down your cheeks. What were you doing here? With this man that you don’t even love and that doesn’t even love you. You don’t even notice that you were sobbing until multiple tears drops hit your ring finger, you looked up at yourself once again. I loved you since I first met you ! . You slowly pulled the ring off your finger, the ring that you had worn for the last 9 months, and placed on the dresser. You quickly grabbed your suitcase and stuffed it with your essential personal items, once you were done you took last glance at Nick. He barely even noticed you got out of bed, you shook your head and walked out of the door and out of Nick’s life for good.

 You drove 5 hours, probably 4 hours since you were literally speeding the entire way there , to get to Harry’s house. Luckily security let you in with no question, you slowed your car as you approached his driveway. You stepped out your car and walked to his front door, softly knocking “Harry it’s me open up”. You knocked again a little bit harder this time, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited. “Harry I know you hear me answer the door”, you glanced behind you ‘to make eye contact with the security who looked both concerned and confused. It didn’t take long before you were banging on the door, your first were balled up slamming on the door out of frustration. “Let me the fuck in Harry I swear to god, you threw your weight against the door as you screamed. You continued to bang and shout until your felt warm, wrong hands holding your fist tightly in the air ; you looked up to see the person you had been dying to see for over a month hovering over you. He lowered your hands you sides, ran his thumb over your fingers stopping at your ring finger. He looked up at you in utter shock at the absence of your engagement.

”Where is -”

“I left it and I left Nick"

“Now why would you do that ?  I was looking forward to the wedding ”, Harry let out a small laugh as he leaned in the doorframe, arms crossed.
“ Can I just come inside please”, you sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair. You knew that Harry was gonna give you hell for all the hell you gave him. Harry licked his lips before stepping aside, you stepped through doors with your head down. You timidly walked into the living room, Harry not too far behind you. You began to pace in a line, biting your lip nervously while constantly ruffling up your hair, Harry stood a few feet away with his arms crossed waiting for you to talk.

“ Look I know you may hate me and I know I should have done this sooner but I was scared”

”Scared of what (Y/N), I did nothing to make you fear me or my love”

“I wasn’t scared of you”, you yelled making both of you stare at each other in silence. 

 “So what were you scared of what ?”

” I was scared of admitting to myself that I fell in love with the wrong person”, you confessed crossing your arms tightly around your chest as you stepped closer to Harry.

“I woke up this morning and I looked at the mirror and I just broke down because I love you. I love you so much and I prevented myself from being happy with you because I was too scared of looking like a failure. I’m sorry that I hurt you . I’m sorry I was selfish and only thought about myself, but I can’t go another day without telling you how much I love you and how sorry I am. If you want I can lea-”

You were cut off by Harry’s lips crashing into yours, cupping your face in his hands . You relaxed in the kiss as you wrapped your arms around your neck.

 “You’re not going anywhere”, Harry’s hand moved down from your face, placing his hands around your legs as he swept off your feet.

“I’m yours, Everything is yours”, you smiled before attacking his lips again.

Stress and A Bath - Harry Styles Imagine

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Words: 1,955

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Warnings: Some smut at the end, but nothing too extreme.

Requested: Yes

Requests are OPEN

She heard it, before she saw it. She was cooking in the kitchen, Harry coming in through the door. Instead of the typical start of of conversation, about something that happened in the studio, or a quick, ‘hello, darling.’, there was nothing. She heard him drop his things, like usual, but it was not just a steady drop, it was a thump, and a kick adding towards it. She heard it, before she saw it.

Several seconds, she saw his image come in, bags under his eyes, he was constantly brushing his hair back with his fingers, and squinting his eyes. She took note right away, her husband was stressed. (Y/N) turned the gas stove off, putting a lid upon the stew she made for that rainy day, wiping her hands on her pants, and instantly moving towards her husband.

She leaned against the counter next to him, while he placed his hands on it, leaning towards the black counter, just taking a breather. His wife thought of something to say, not to cause anger, or the cold-shoulder.

“What happened?” She instantly said, starting to rub his back, gently, he moved his shoulder, lightly, in order to brush her off, she moved her hand away, then.

“Nothing.” He grumbled towards her, starting to walk to the staircase. She rolled her eyes at his behaviour, taking off her apron, and placing it on that counter, following him.

“Harry, talk to me.” She said, sternly, eyeing his back, while he started to climb the birch stairs.

“I told you it’s nothing, (Y/N)” That came out harsh, she took a breather, and kept following him, faster now. She turned to the left, knowing he was heading to the bedroom.

Only inches away from him, he brushed the door close, on her face. That was it, she was now angry as well. Opening it to him, taking his clothes off, slowly.

“Harry, I don’t know what happened, but please talk to me.” She said, walking up to him, his back facing her.

She gently placed her hands on his shoulders, watching his skin twitch, him releasing a breath that he never knew he held. (Y/N) moved her hands down his bare back, gently rubbing, and massaging it. Placing her thumb into the skin, kneading it. Arms slid across his stomach over time, placing her body against his back, breathing him in.

“Just a bit stressed, love.” He simply said, she kissed his back a few times, he loosened his shoulders that he held tense.

“How about a bath, I run one for you, with some of those candles we got from our wedding, a few months back. I can come in, if you want or, just let you be.” She said, turning him, pushing his long hair back. His frown turned into a smile, not a full one, but a one that it takes awhile to find. It was hidden.

He looked down at his feet, her hands were still around his waist, he took his hands and placed them on her cheek, slightly moving one thumb.

“That’ll be nice.” He said, she smiled, walking past her half naked husband.

The missus leant down by the sink, opening the cabinets of their bathroom, and taking the candles out. The lavender ones were her favourite, taking it and placing it on the windowsill, the bath in front of it. She placed them there, opening the blinds to view the London street, the streetlamps were on, the rain coming down the window, and the night sky was a faded, but humble blue, from their townhouse window.

She lit them with the lighter, she had stored, and turned the bath on, keeping it to a warm level. The water began to come out, she tested it with her finger, and nodded, plugging the bath. She walked back to the room seeing Harry sitting on their bed, only in his boxers, and just stared at the window to his right, watching the water hit the window.

“Come on now, darling.” She said, walking up to him, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom.

They stood facing each other, she pulled off her top, leaving her in her bra. The noise of the tap behind them as it poured out the water into the white basin. He looked at her, trying his best to keep eye contact with the eyes that he fell in love with. He watched as she pulled her leggings down, leaving both of them in their undergarments. (Y/N) picked up his hands and placed them behind her, letting him unhook her bra, he did it, watching her breasts come out of the cups. He smiled to himself, the stress slowly, but surely, beginning to go. She knew what she did to him. Her fingertips came in contact with his waistband of his boxers, she placed them down, behind them, her wedding ring grazing his soft skin on his hip. Eventually she pulled them down, and she did the same with hers.

She placed her glasses on the counter, taking her hair up into a bun, and getting into the tub, that was now full. Her back came in contact with the tub, as she put her hand up for her husband to grab on, he sat back to her. She placed her husband’s hair into a bun, loving that he grew it out, and gently massaging his back, kissing his shoulder blades. Harry began leaning back, placing his head on her shoulder, the water coming to his midline. He could feel her breasts against his back, the soft tissue, as she moved her hands to his stomach, gently playing with his tattoos, tracing them with her fingertips, letting him just relax.

“Tell me, tell me what happened.” She simply stated, rubbing his stomach lightly, giving him a small tickle.

“Just the boys, you know them. They love to fool around, talk. It just adds up, and I tell them that I have a wife now, that I can’t stay at the studio till the A.M., I’m expected home by six. But, they just ignore me, and talk about girls and all. I just want to get the work done, we are behind for the next album, because we use the studio time to do this.” He said, releasing his thoughts to her, she simply nodded, kissing his forehead, as he closed his eyes, letting her touch him.

“That’s not fair on you, hun.” She said, taking her arms and placing them, draping them, over his shoulders. He nodded, humming.

“I just want to get the album done, so I can spend more time with you. You’re not just my girlfriend anymore, you’re my wife, you expect more, and I want to give you that.” He said, still laying like that. She just nodded, listening to him speak.

They stayed like that for awhile, her listening to him ramble on about whatever was on his mind, she just listened. The silence arose an hour in, she kissed his temple, him slowly getting up, turning his body to face her.

“Hi.” He said, smiling, she could not help but smile, “Hi.” She said back, looking at his eyes.

He came closer towards her, bringing her in for a kiss, letting him move his mouth around hers, feeling the love coming from her, as he did to her. He pulled away, “I’m going to get out, come with me.” He told her, starting to stand up from the bath, helping her out, drying themselves.

He began doing his nightly routine, as well as her, both naked. She went down to the sink, placing back the candles, and took out the oils she had from their honeymoon, standing up. She walked back into the master seeing Harry standing there, looking at the mirror.

“Babe, come here.” She said, beginning to walk to him. He instantly turned around, seeing she had the oils, a smile came upon his features.

“I love those oils, they bring some memories back.” He said, giving her a smirk, as she pointed to the bed. He sat, naked, while her naked figure sat behind them, her back almost hitting the headboard of the bed. She took the jojoba oil and placed it on his back, gently placing her weight on her knees as she leant into him, placing a kiss behind his ear. He groaned a bit. (Y/N) massaged her strength in his back, taking away some of the knots that lied there. Kissing him every so often, it was when she turned to the bedside table to grab the shea butter, where she was pulled away from it, her back hitting the mattress.

He towered over her, kissing her neck gently, at first, and then began sucking her neck, moving to her jawline. She moaned his name, her hands coming behind him, hitting his lower back, as he placed a hand on her breast, and the other went to her hip, balancing himself out. He eventually placed his lips on hers, making himself the dominate one. She allowed, after all, she caused it, and he had a hard day.

He took over her mouth, fighting for dominance when she opened her mouth, but like always he won, exploring her mouth as his erection grew.

“No teasing, I just want love.” She said to him, as he reached over her to his side of the bed, towards his side table to grab a condom from inside the drawer, ripping it with his mouth as he straddle her, she just watched, trying not to stare at his boner. He slid it on, and went back kissing her.

“Ready, love.” He said, taking his lips off of hers once again, looking in her eyes. She nodded, relaxing her body, allowing him to take over. She felt him slid in, after the six years they have been together, and the few months of marriage, she is still not use to him. Taking a breather from his size, and nodding when to go.

They moved in sync, it was not a fuck, this was pure love making, the pace was slow, but fast, trying to feel everything of the other. She placed her hands on his bare butt, squeezing it once in awhile. He placed his hands above her, their eyes were both close, but sometimes open, kisses were shared, but they just felt it all. But of them groaning and moaning, saying each other’s name, every so often.

He picked up the speed, her noticing the same feeling in her stomach, as she tightened her grip.

“I’m about to come, H.” She said, almost whispering, but it was pure of sweetness, he nodded, her picking up upon the sweat on his forehead.

“Me too.” He grunted, putting his hands on her hips, as she placed one on his hip, and they other on his cheek, gently moaning his name.

Both of them came to their highs, him falling on top of her, placing his head on her breasts, as she rubbed the back of his neck, he was still inside her, but she just loved the feeling of him being so close.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, kissing the side of her breast. She nodded, kissing his head multiple times.

He pulled out taking the condom off of his dick, and throwing it in the trashcan next to the bed, pulling himself into her.

“I love you, I love you so fucking much. I hope you know that.” He told her, bringing himself closer to her.

“I love you too, gorgeous.” She simply said, turning the lamp off next to her, and falling asleep, holding Harry.

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Lots of love,

-Ava. Xx

anonymous asked:

Could you pretty please write one where you walk in on harry jacking off and how you would react ( maybe a little offended because he didn't come to you for it but at the same time so turned on)

I think it’s after a long day when you fall asleep and Harry wakes up with a hard on. He goes in the bathroom, just to make sure he’s not going to wake you up. But when he’s close to his orgasm, his loud groggy moans comes to you. When you open your eyes, you’re a bit confused, but you follow them so you can see where are they coming from.

When you take a look from the small gap between the door and the wall, you have to put your hand in front of your mouth so you can’t gasp. You’re suprised, seeing him with his back pressed to the wall. His lips are parted and the same loud moans who woke you up are leaving from them. His hand is wrapped around his lenght, stroking his cock. His hair is messy and some of his curls are on his forehead, before his other hand brushes them back. When his body trembles, you know how close he is and that’s when you walk in. Your fingers wrap around his hand, feeling how hot his skin is. He opens his eyes and you can see how shocked and suprised to see you he is. 

“B-babe?” his voice is weak. “I didn’t want to wake you up, so i just…”

“Taking care of yourself, i see” you raise your eyerbrows. “Make sure you moan my name when you come, then.”

You bite the skin on his neck, sucking and sliding your tongue on it. His hand is working on his lenght, leaded by yours. The slow strokes and the small touches of your cold fingers on his head are driving him crazy. His mouth fall open when he hits his high and you step back so you can watch him, shaking and moaning your name. How can you be mad at him?

Send To All

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Requested by anonymous:

“hey there! I don’t know if you’re still doing 1D requests but I was wondering if I could request a Harry Styles imagine?? idk if you know of it but there’s a comedian called michael mcintyre who has a chat show and he has a segment called ‘send to all’ where he sends a mass text from the guests phone and reads the replies - anyways I was wondering if you could do a request where the reader is a celebrity and secretly dating Harry and their relationship gets exposed or something through this?? xx”

Warnings: None?? tiny bit of language and fluff I suppose

Notes: This gif has no relevance it just fucking kills me omg (also I’m so excited to write for harry eek)

“Good luck love, I know you’ll be amazing as always. Thinking of you and can’t wait to finally hold you in my arms tomorrow. H x” 

You felt your heart constrict and a buzz fill your body, a smile tugging up on your lips as your eyes scanned over the text your boyfriend had just sent you. Your thumbs hovered anxiously over the keyboard as you mulled over what you should reply with. You had just decided on replying with words teasing him about how he signed his texts just like his tweets when you were interrupted. 

“*yn*, we’re ready for you.” 

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anonymous asked:

Hi love, can you do 102?? Thank you!!

Made this into a little Dad!Harry. Hope that’s okay,xx

Drabble prompts list

102. Do you really think I could ever replace you?


“Harry, can you check what he wants please? The baby’s been kicking all day and I haven’t gotten much sleep?” You whispered under your breath into the dark of the room hearing your husband sigh and shuffle past the door to go cater to the needs of your first born who again like every night for the past week was calling for one of you from his room.

Harry walked into the room to see his boy, Oliver sitting up straight on his bad, his nightlight on and his dinosaur toy that his grandma had gotten him for his birthday right by his side. he had been doing this almost everyday for the past week and Harry was almost always the one that went to get him with you being more and more tired the closer you got to your due date.

“Love, what’s wrong? I told you I checked for monsters in your room, didn’t I? Checked the bathroom too this time just to be sure.”

“Daddy, can I ask you a question?” The five year old who looked more and more like him everyday with his curly locks, bright green eyes said.

“Of course, bub. Anything you want to ask. You can tell daddy anything you want, know that don’t you?” He wanted his son to be able to confide in him as he grew up, he’d rather his kid told him every embarrassing little detail than not tell him anything at all.

“Are you and mummy not gonna love me anymore now that baby sister is here?”

Harry’s heart ached for his boy to say the least. He never wanted him to question his parents’ love for him, ever. He knew that the arrival of a new sibling would bring up such question, your mother and his mother told him about the jealousy or extreme clinginess that might arise. He never thought his boy would form such thoughts in his mind, he thought he made sure to tell him he loves him at every opportunity that he got.

He moved to sit on Oliver’s bed pulling the little boy into his lap as he fisted the material of Harry’s henley in his tiny palms.

“You know mummy and daddy love you so much, don’t you? Love you with all my heart.”

“But daddy, how can you love me if you also love baby sister? Will you love her with all your heart too?”

Do you really think I could ever replace you? You’re my baby boy, yeah? My first born and mummy and daddy will always love you. Can I tell you a secret?” He whispered the end of the sentence making it seem so secretive, it apparently worked cos he could see his son get excited and smile wide, nodding his head.

“Mummy’s and daddy’s have a special place in their heart for all their babies and their heart makes more space for every baby. So you have your place in my heart forever and that’s a very long time you know?”

Oliver smiled, pretty satisfied with the answer as he hopped off his dad’s lap and snuggled back under cover, sleep overtaking him now that he had all his doubts and queries cleared. harry tucked him in, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he brushed his hair back. 

“I love you, daddy.”

“I love you too, baby.”


4. Take Care of Me

Request:  Harry is your friend and he’s comforting you because you had a shitty day

Caring H is caring.

“What is it, my girl?” He asks quietly, worried green eyes scanning over your face. His freezing hands cup the sides of your cheeks, his nose red from the brisk autumn wind. From the moment you opened the door he had been all over you; long lean arms encase your waist, kisses pressed into your hair and whispers of concern slip from his lips. It had been a bad day, everything seemed to pile up and though you couldn’t put your finger on one reason, you were just in a sour mood. With your nose tucked inside his thick brown jacket you shake your head. “Just been a rough day, hm?”

“Shitty day,” you correct, you feel his arms slip under your shirt drawing cold shapes into the small of your back “a very hard, shitty day. Just need you to take care of me.” You admit quietly, you feel him nod, removing his hands from your shirt bringing one up to draw your face to his. He’s smile is small, but begins to grow as he speaks. 

“Well then, let’s see what I can do about that.”

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anonymous asked:

Omg can you write something smugly about harry just like worshipping your boobs and like just can't get enough of them?? I love your writing!!

Thank you so much, love! Xx

His pink lips are wrapped around one of your nipples and his tongue flickers against it. His mouth is warm and greedy when he sucks on it, making you arch your back immediately. His hair is messy from all the pulling and he’s watching you, satisfied with your actions.

“S’ cushiony” he murmurs, gently squeezing your boobs in his hands. Your nipples are glistening with his saliva and you look at him, watching them in awe. “They’re perfect, babe.”

One of his cold rings makes contact with your nipple and a quiet whimper leaves between your lips. Harry smiles, doing the same with the other. His nails slightly dig in your skin, but the feeling is insignificant compering to the feeling of his teeth, biting on your nipple. His touches are rough and hungry, dragging you closer and closer to the end.

“P-please” you beg, uncapable of doing this much more. “Touch me.”

“Where do yeh wan’ me t’ touch yeh, Y/N?” his voice is deep and raspy when he asks, his eyes are shining with lust. “Tell me and yeh have it. Or ’m gon’ tease yeh all night, playin’ with your boobs.”

“Just do something, Harry, please”

He smirks, starting to suck dangerously close to one of your nipples. “They’re hard” he remarks, “just like my cock.”

You swallow, shaking with the need to cum as soon as possible. He’s been teasing you like this for minutes, teasing himself against your core as well. The problem is that the both of you are stubborn and no one wants to give in. So you reach down and you grab his hardness, feeling how he twitches in your hand. The wentness of his precum is all over his boxers and he groans loudly when your hand travels under them. His hot and pulsing when you wrap your fingers around him. The moment your thumb touches his slit, he pushes your hand out of his boxers, distances your legs from each other and pulls in you. His fast and rough trusts are exactly what you need to cum, tightening around him and making him explode in you.

Not As Long As Me

(Image not mine…unfortunately)
Warnings: None! 
Synopsis: Harry gets jealous that you are really close to one of the other boys and true feelings surface.
Word Count: 1693
Apparently I have a hard time writing blurbs…sorry Xx I hope you like it still! Please leave me comments! Or send me requests!! 


These kind of nights were your favorite and the ones that you missed the most when he was gone: snuggled in on a cold winter night, playing stupid little games with Harry, wearing your favorite pajamas, sipping tea slowly. You both tried to do it at least once a week, however, this week you had done it twice.

“Morgan Freeman?” You ask, tilting your head to the side, all of the clues that you had been given pointing towards him.
“Yeah,” he smirks, throwing his card down, running his hand raggedly through his hair. 

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anonymous asked:

at ur huge movie after party, harry accidentally announces ur sortaa private relationship with him cuz he was a lil' tipsy and he doesnt know how the world finds out the next day, akudirnqiaofiwnf

Girl, I found this concept hilarious, I’m sure that baby duck would be in that level of clumsy lmao. 

It is hot in the fancy club. Warm lights are travelling all over the place, enlivening the atmosphere. The loud music swallows all the murmur formed by the conversations being held in each and every corner of the crowded room.

And Harry is taking part in one of them.

He’s been buzzing all night, happy because you are happy. Seeing you light up the room with your smile gives him the greatest bliss, which can only be dimmed by the distance from where he has to stare at it. He can only think about how bad he wants to congratulate you for your success in the form of a passionate kiss, not caring about anyone seeing you; but for the sake of the relationship, he has to limit to just watch you blush at the thousand compliment of the night from the distance.

The heat in the room makes the glasses of cold champagne running around the constraints of the club appetising all of a sudden. His eyes close in pleasure when he feels the cool liquor run down the pipe of his throat, satisfying his needs and marking his system with perky touches.

He soon becomes addicted to the feeling. Glass after glass, the alcohol starts to take over his system, making him the most talkative person in the room.

“Mate, m’girl looks amazing tonight, doesn’t she?” He babbles, pointing at you.

“Sorry, who?” The man he’s just become best friends with asks him, interested.

“Y/n. Tha’ red dress looks great on her” He drags a high-pitched chuckle.

“Uhm… yeah, I guess?”

“I’m so proud o’ her. She’s worked her socks off for this film, yeh know? I look up on her the most, she’s so passionate about what she does. She deserves this and more.

Gosh… I love her”

“Hold on, are you and Y/n having a fling?”

“We’re not a fling, yeh dummy. We’ve been together fo’ two years, but none o’ you have noticed because we’re so good at keeping things private. We’re the best fuckin’ couple” Laughing to himself, he lifts his hand in the air and gives himself a high five, cheeks all flushed and drowsy hiccups concealing badly the great reveal he’s just made.

He’s too drunk to realise he’s not so good at keeping secrets as he claims, but the joy, mixed with how tipsy he is, makes everything in his mind a blur and his mouth a clear and open way to expose himself.

Still, he finishes off the conversation with a:

“I dunno wha’ we’d do if somebody ended up finding out” As he takes another sip of the golden liquid.

The next morning you wake up to a bunch of notifications announcing “The brand new, yet surprisingly old, Hollywood couple”
You are a confused mess when you read the most accurate of the details spread on the covers of the header international gossip magazines, shaking hurriedly the sleeping body beside you, until he’s as awoke and puzzled as you.

“Wha’ the hell? How did they find out” He says rubbing his temple to ease the headache the alcohol has left behind.

“According to this… “Sources claim the big news was spilled by Harry Styles himself, in a tipsy and clearly disastrous impulse” Harry! What in the world made you do that?” You yell, driving your gaze from the screen to his bewildered profile.

“I- I don’t remember doin’ tha’, Pet, I promise. I mean, I did have some shots, yeah, but I don’t recall doing such a thing”

You glare at him before returning your vision to the article.

Wanna know the funniest part? According to the anonymous source, Styles mumbled something along the lines of “We don’t know what we’d do if anybody found out” after messing things up. What a hilarious guy!

“Harry freaking Edward Styles, you’d better tell me this is a lie”

“It is a li- hold on…” He halts when everything comes back to his mind in an overwhelming rush. And, right then, he brings his hands to his face, covering it fully and muffling a:  

“oh… fuck me”


(Know that I might be slow on posting them because I’ve got some other stuff I’m working on, but if you still wanna send them in, I’ll gladly take them!)


Recent Larry and 1D updates (Liam’s recent interview response)

Here is a very brief summary of some of the Larry related occurrences that I can remember happening since I finished my main Larry proof essay, but I mainly discuss Liam’s recent interview describing the lack of freedom in One Direction and how I hope we can all react to it. *


Since Harry’s yellow trousers with black stripes Louis has also worn yellow trousers with black stripes and Harry has worn another yellow and black stripy jumper (bee symbolism) Zayn got a bear tattoo heavily resembling RBB and made sure it was visible in the rip of his jeans for paparazzi to photograph. Louis got a tattoo of an ‘E’ on his hand and Eleanor got an ‘L’ tattoo on her hand, however there have been subsequent videos and photos of both of them without the letters on their hands. Louis was in LA only for the duration that Harry was in LA then went back to London when Harry also went back to London. Louis has worn nothing but white shirts right up until Two Ghosts was announced as Harry’s next single (the song where he sings about Louis in white shirts)

* Most notably, Liam has continued to reveal how restricted him and the other boys were in One Direction. He’s been explaining that his lyric “I used to be in 1D, now I’m out free” references how Harry wasn’t allowed to wear high waisted, bell bottom trousers and Zayn wasn’t allowed to dye his hair. Louis has also discussed at length how he was constantly made to feel like “the one at the back” of the band who didn’t get a single solo in the entirety of The X Factor, and didn’t have the confidence to ever see what it was that he was contributing to the band. It is also known that Niall barely had any solos either, and was forced to perform with a broken leg. Harry was forced to perform with a constantly bad back, and him and the other boys would still perform even when they lost their voices or were unwell, and Zayn obviously left the band due his lack of input in the music and the effect the entire thing had on his anxiety and his eating habits. It has also recently come out that someone spent 20 minutes pleading with Harry to not go on TV with lipstick on. One Direction’s make-up artist even said that she thought men should look like men and not be feminine and that if the 1D boys even requested their eyebrows to be slightly plucked that she would refuse to do it. I also recently learnt that Liam even had to spend time in hospital because of the impact that an alcohol problem was having on his health.

I’m bringing this news up and discussing it for a few reasons – we knew that One Direction were under heavy professional control with their gruelling schedules and the fact that they did an album and a world tour every year for five years with basically no break, but learning more specifically about just how severe their personal control was, has been shocking. These boys were as young as 16, and for them to be manipulated and pushed to the point of alcoholism, eating disorders, anxiety and hospitalisation, and for them to be so forcefully gendered, is disgraceful. I’m writing about this to process it myself. I could link it back to Larry and say that if management spent an entire 20 minutes begging Harry to take lipstick off and forcing him to wear more masculine clothes then why is it a surprise that they would closet his and Louis sexuality and relationship, as much as I believe that I’m more so bringing this up to try and calm people down.

Everyone has understandably been very upset to hear that Harry wasn’t allowed to dress how he wanted or wear make-up if he wanted to, and I am really shocked and saddened to only just learn about how terrible things got for Liam, but I just wanted to try and reassure people to not let this news affect us too much. It’s obviously heart-breaking. No one should be made to feel like who they are is not enough or is somehow wrong. No one should be forcefully told how to dress, how to look, how to act, what to say, who to love, or who to be, especially not at such an important and impressionable age when they are only just learning these things about themselves anyway. No one should be pressured and overworked and controlled to the point where it impacts their own physical and mental health or their own opinions about themselves. Especially not for up to 7 years. And most of all, none of these things should have been inflicted for somebody else to profit from.

BUT, however sad and unfair and wrong this is, we must absolutely not let this negatively affect our own emotions. As hard as this may be to hear, there is not much we can do about it. This is not necessarily our fight. All we can do is continue to love and support all the boys. We can do this the same way we always have - by sending nice messages on social media, listening to their music, being kind to them if we meet them, organising fan projects when we can, and reminding them that we value and respect them for who they are. That might not sound like much, but it is. We know that they appreciate this, because they always tell us that they do.

And if all this gets too much for you, then never forget that you are always allowed to take a step back and you should always look after yourself first. The boys wouldn’t want you to be upset. There are enough of us out there to keep supporting One Direction if some of us need a break, and the lads themselves have each other and their friends and families to support them too. Being a fan is meant to be fun and enjoyable. And the boys themselves have still had an absolutely amazing time and have been happy and made such valuable friendships with each other and have not given up. They are strong. And so are we. And as they say - just hold on, remember everything will be alright, we’re fireproof and nobody can drag us down.

And lastly, here are all the positive and beautiful things we should focus on –

Harry is out there right now finally able to openly wearing pink, satin, velvet, golden, embellished, sequin, high waisted, flared, women’s trousers, lilac, pink ruffled, women’s blouses, fully painted nails, probably some lipstick every now and again, in public, looking amazing, with a real smile on his face, and being continuously respected and accepted for it, by the fashion world and the general public, as well as writing his own honest and personal music that he is proud of. Harry covering his ‘things I can’t’ tattoo with an eagle tattoo shortly after One Direction’s hiatus is surely a metaphor for this freedom.

Louis got a serious and honest solo interview with a respected journalist which won him enormous love, respect and acknowledgement from the general public. There have been articles written solely about his music and not just his private life and the promotion for his new single is much better than it was for his first single. He is writing his own solo album and is finally feeling really confident and excited about his own abilities as a singer.

Niall is also writing his own solo album under his own conditions and in his own time and is also feeling confident in his own abilities as a singer and songwriter, and out of all the boys he now has the most followers on Twitter, which has happened purely as a result of good music and good promotion for it.

Zayn was able to finally make the type of music that he wanted to make, can dye and cut and style his hair however he wants and has had quiet time to himself to deal with his anxiety and his eating, as well as be honest and open about it.

Liam seems happy and healthy, his music is being is really well received and he has more control over his own words and the freedom to sing honestly about what he wants to say, and most of all, the fact that Liam is able to finally talk so openly about the lack of freedom in One Direction is a positive indicator at the increasing distance between them and 1D’s management.

Since the hiatus, all the boys have been doing what they want for themselves and have been genuinely happy, and have been constantly supporting each other publicly. As much as I miss them together and I do want them to come back, I want it to happen under the best possible circumstances, at the time that they want it to, and if they all definitely do want it. Although, as mentioned in my main essay, there is so much we don’t know, it seems like although things aren’t perfect and there is still a long way to go and they are still under control, things are the best they can be, and they are maybe the best they have been.

Harry, Louis, Niall, Liam and Zayn seem happy at the minute and they have more freedom than they have had since 1D began. No matter what they’ve gone through and although they aren’t perfect and we don’t know them personally, the boys are still true to themselves and their work, they’re doing brilliantly on their own and they continue to inspire and encourage people to stay strong and be themselves – if that’s not something to celebrate then I don’t know what is.

Finally, without wanting to sound like I’m telling you how to feel or that I would even have any right to do that, I would just like to advise you to please try not to worry or to get too emotional, and please try to always see the positives. Put yourself, your own feelings and your own life first and just enjoy being a fan :) 

anonymous asked:

Hiiiii friend, it's your favorite typo buddy. Do #62. K thanks bye. 😘

@oh-styles, I know this is you gurly. YOU’RE MY ONLY TYPO BUDDY!

Prompt list

62.  “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”


“Y/N, can you for the love of god stop fidgeting for one second?” Harry said into the dark of the flight cabin where the lights were turned off and everyone, except you was sleeping apparently.

You frowned knowing that your sleeplessness was causing Harry to lose his too and you felt bad honestly but sitting in a plane all alone for three hours when you could be indulging yourself in your boyfriend’s company was not fun.

“I can’t sleep, can we watch a film?” You pouted at him knowing that it got to him every single time. Always worked on him like a charm and you were kind of hoping it would this time too.

He sighed knowing that there was nothing he could do get you to sleep. 

“Fine but I get to pick the movie.”

“Harry I swear to god if you pick Titanic or The Notebook or even Legally Blonde again, I’ll chop your balls. No joke.” You said trying to look as threatening as possible even though both of you knew that you only bark not bite.

He frowned at you, clearly not pleased by your words. “But those are the only good movies that I feel like watching and if I gave you the choice you’ll say that we should watch 10 Thing I Hate About You, again.”

“Heeyy! That is a fantastic film and Heath Ledger was a dream of a man, okay? He’s practically perfect and very pleasant to look at.”

He pouted at you, berry red lips protruding in the cutest way possible as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. You could only laugh cos you knew that every time you talked about someone else being beautiful, Harry behaved like a jealous little child.

“You know, I have an idea.” You whispered.

“What’s that?”

“Well if you can’t sleep and I can’t either, we could have sex?”

He smirked clearly pleased with your idea. “Well, lead the way. Bathroom, then? You have to be quiet, remember what happened when we traveled to Paris with my mum?”

“Shut up Harry or I swear you won’t get any for a month.”


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.”