oh-Harry!

astcriagreengrass asked:

you should defs do hinny + 2 c:

I know what implications this prompt has… but my mind went somewhere else

2. With a hoarse voice, under the blankets. (x)

When Harry wakes, it’s not because his alarm is going off, or because there’s an owl at the window. Something in the bed is moving, more so than usual, and his fight or flight instinct kicks in before he has his glasses on. 

But when his vision focuses, and the bedside lamp lights up the room, he’s surprised to see it’s Ginny, thrashing in her sleep, her face and body sweaty as she twists against the sheets. And another instinct overwhelms him, actions he hasn’t done in months coming to the surface of his mind. 

“Ginny,” he says softly, reaching over and touching her arm with featherlight touch. She doesn’t jump, as she did in the beginning, but she turns away from him, a cry emitting from her chest. 

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anonymous asked:

Imagine you and Harry (not dating) going to a pool party of a mutual friend of yours and when you take your dress off he can't stop looking at you cause it's a first time he sees you in a bikini and he has a crush on you which damn that feeling is mutual and the entire day the two of you just keep teasing each other, him throwing you in the pool or spattering you with water whilst you're tanning ... and OMG I honestly just can't deal with the thought of an infatuated harry!!!

Oh :) My :) God :)

I feel like Harry with a crush is like, such a cheeky little shit.  Like, more so than usual.  So you’re right, he would throw you in the water constantly or splash you a lot.  And I think he’d swim over to you under the water and grab your ankles and pull you under a lot.  And he’d probably jump on your back and have you give him a piggyback ride through the water (cause you know, people weigh like NOTHING in water hahaha) 

And he would be so flirty and the later it got the more apparent your feelings for one another would be.  And everyone at the party would be watching you guys like “Oh my god get a room” but you’d be totally oblivious.  And at the end of the night, there would be a little bonfire by the pool and you two would sit together, like practically on top of one another, and he’d keep glancing at you with a dorky smile, and he’d do that thing where he’d bump his knee against yours repeatedly and then you’d bump his knee back… which would go on for a while.  But then I think eventually, you’d go to bump his knee and he’d reach down and put his hand on your knee, and then hold it there.  And he’d shoot you a look like, “Is this okay?” And you’d smile and kinda settle into him and UGH

group chat woes

harry: hi niall

niall: whats up harry

harry: i miss you :(

niall: oh

harry: what niall

niall: i just left your house harry we just hung out

harry: whats your point

niall: things have been different

harry: yeah, exactly

niall: remember we wanted this break

harry: yeah..

niall: i love you harry

harry: i love you niall

harry: why did you leave in a hurry where are you going

niall: zayn has pizza

anonymous asked:

CAN YOU PLEASE DO DEMON HARRY OH MY GOD I LOVE YOUR WRITING

LIKE WITH DEMON HARRY I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD BE A BAD DEMON AND ITD BE HIM SAYING “ITD BE EASIER IF I COULD JUST GET RID OF HER” AND NIALL ASKS “wHY DONT YOU” AND HARRY GETS HUFFY AND CANT ANSWER 

anonymous asked:

PLEASE DO SUB HARRY

Oh you mean Harry, arms up above his head and cuffed to the headboard? Black blindfold over his eyes so he can’t see what you’re doing? 

He’s panting and whimpering, “Please baby” as you kiss all down his body, tracing his tattoos with his tongue.  But you aren’t going to give it to him that easily.  You tell him to be quiet.  “You make one noise and I’ll make you wait longer, baby.”  He sighs, but he doesn’t want to wait any longer.  He needs you, and he needs you right now. 

So you continue kissing down his body, and his breathing is a bit heavy.  The cuffs are clinging away against the headboard, and he’s squirming and wiggling to try and get your lips in contact with where he wants you.  But you’re not having that.  You swing your leg over his torso so that you’re straddling his stomach, and the feeling of your wetness on his skin drives him crazy.

You lean forward to press your lips to his ears. “Oh god, Harry,” you mutter.  “I’m so horny.  I’m dripping for you.  God I want you to touch me so bad.”  You start rolling your hips so that your clit rubs against him, and both of you simultaneously breathe out an “Ohhhh.”  “Fuck, Harry,” you say, voice just above a whisper.  “I bet you wish you were uncuffed right about now, don’t you?”  He’s whimpering, and you know he wants to talk, so you lean down and press a kiss to his lips.  “You can talk, baby.  It’s okay.”

“Please,” he begs, tugging at the cuffs.  “Sit on my face.  Ride my tongue, baby girl.  Let me touch you.  Let me fuck you with my fingers.  Something.”

“Ohhh my,” you croon, sitting up and staring down at him.  “Somebody sure is desperate isn’t he?”

His muscles glisten with sweat and they tense up as he tugs at the cuffs.  You know you’re torturing him, but that he’s loving ever second of this.  “Please, baby,” he breathes out.  “I need your mouth on me.  Something.”

You scramble off his body and press your lips to his chest, and then lower and lower down his stomach and to his thighs, everywhere BUT his dick, which is red and throbbing.

“Please… fookin hell, y/n” he says.

“You want me to suck you off, Harry?” You say, lips barely touching him.  “Hmm?  You wanna fuck my mouth?”

“Christ,” he breathes, tugging at the cuffs when you press a soft little kiss to the tip.  “Jesus baby, please.”

You smirk.  He is so helpless and it’s so fucking beautiful you could cum just from the sight.  But no, it’s not time yet.  In fact, you’re only just beginning.  So you sigh, pressing a kiss to his hip before saying, “Fine.  You’ve been good enough.”

anonymous asked:

how would harry respond to your newborn baby crying, like with baby talk and all that cute jazz😻😻

AAAAAAAAAAAA OH MY GOD HARRY SPEAKING IN BABY TALK MAKES ME WANNA CRY

Your baby girl starts crying in the middle of the night, and you sigh because you’re just so exhausted.  So Harry rolls over, all sleepy, squinty, half-opened eyes and a soft little smile and says, “I got her.”  He kisses your forehead and rolls over, and you smile to yourself as you hear his bare feet pad across the carpet and out the door.  You snuggle down under the covers, waiting to fall asleep again soon.

But then five minutes pass.  And then ten.  And then even fifteen.  And you begin to wonder what’s taking him so long, because his side of the bed is getting cold and you don’t like it.  So you sit up, look around the room, and then decide to go see what’s going on.

When you peek inside the baby’s room, you see Harry sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of the room, holding a little bottle to the baby’s lips.  Both father and daughter are just staring, practically mesmerized at the sight of one another.  The baby is sucking at the bottle and he’s smiling down at her, with sleep still in his eyes.  “Such a good girl,” he coos, his voice just above a whisper.  “You’re gonna grow up big and strong! Just like daddy.”  He continues to rock and he laughs quietly to himself.  “You are just so sweet.  Yes you are.  The sweetest little angel baby.  Daddy’s little princess.”  He ducks his head to press the softest kiss to her little bald head and holds his lips there for just a moment, closing his eyes and taking in the scent.  “My sweet girl,” he mutters.  “Mommy and I love you so much.”

You don’t even realize you’re crying until you feel the tear roll off your cheek and onto your hand.  The moment is so pure and sweet, and you don’t want to interrupt it.  So you decide to just go get back in bed, because you know how much Harry loves daddy-daughter time.