Ok Imagine A Fluffy Make Out Session With Harry And He’s Just SO Damn Needy For Your Kisses Like Nothing

You know you want it…

Omg silly sex with harry 😌😌

i'm on mobile so i'm going to do a wee headcannn bc they do be kinda fun

blowing raspberries against your skin while he's inside you

giggling so hard he has to stop thrusting

he's smiling to himself about your boobies bouncing

dirty talk isn't very successful and you end up sputtering through every sexy thing you can think of

harry places loving kisses to the weirdest parts of your body like your elbow or your belly button

bringing up the most random things like "did you listen to that podcast i sent you about coyotes" or "how does thai sound for dinner" as you're literally going at it

lots of nose budging

a playful nip on the flesh of your ass or the curve of your shoulder

him stopping in the middle to go get a scrunchie to tie his hair back (his little butt wigging as he runs to go get🥰)

Jason | Saturday Night Live (2019)

#38 thank you so much for making this for us! 💕💕

Of course! Hope you like this one! 💜  xxx 

Prompt: “This is probably a bad time, but marry me?” 

[06] “Can you repeat the question?”

Harry really didn’t think this one through.

Which is pretty fucking odd if he thinks so himself. Because he nearly always thinks things through! He’ll do you one better, he’ll overthink till it drains him.

He’ll tear his hair out, pace back and forth and run far too many miles until he’s sure. 

He’ll lose sleep, oversleep and then run more miles just to get some clarity.

Harry likes to be sure.

So for a decision like this, he was sure he’d think on it for a solid month, maybe four. He’d make sure all his ducks were in a row. 

He wanted to be sure she knew who she was saying yes too (hopefully.) That she wasn’t gonna say yes and marry some knob. She doesn’t deserve a knob.

Harry had always heard of that moment where you just know. His dad told him about it once. But Harry scrapped that whole idea years later when his parents separated. But nonetheless, he still thinks his dad was onto something. Because he feels something. That something. 

Harry was absolutely sure that when he’d start to feel like this he’d start planning. He’d make sure she’s happy here, with him, like this for the long haul. That all of this is manageable for her, that she wants to stick around always for all the good and bad bits. And the complicated bits in between. Because there will be all three, there always is. But the bad bits don’t always look as bad when you have someone sitting next to you.

He knew he needed a good plan, a creative one. One that matched them both. Because he knows that if the roles were reversed she’d orchestrate and plan the best of its kind. Shit, she’d be damn good at proposing to him he reckons. But anyway, he wants that, wants her to have the big production from start to finish.

He knew he was supposed to snatch one of her rings, the plenty she keeps on the dressing table and start the search. But did he? No. He knew he had to ask her dad too, (he hadn’t) because if he was going to go all out, might as well go all out.  

But when Harry realized all of this, the whole ‘she’s the only one’ bit he didn’t lose a minute of sleep over a plan nor did he over sleep. He was very calm and comfortable. He’d actually never remembered a time he was this settled. His mind hadn’t raced once. So he didn’t put on his running shoes, nor tug on his hair…not once…not at all. He didn’t need to run anything off, not stress or nerves or any uncertainties. 

Truthfully, he didn’t recognize himself. He didn’t recognize the Harry that wasn’t in knots. He’s sure about this that’s why. No need to go out for a run or sleep and hope it comes to him in a dream.

So he thought of nothing. Not one detail, nothing. Only that he wants to. Wants this. Doesn’t want to be with anyone else ever. So maybe that’s more than enough. To know just that.

And here he is, knowing what he’s got to ask…what he’s got to get out. Because if he doesn’t do it now, it won’t happen for another month or three when he decides to overthink instead.  

He does want her to have the whole production. Flowers, him knelt on one knee and a ring in a box. He’ll do it over if she wants, ten times over even. This is her thing, the thing she’s probably dreamt about since she was young. But he finds it hard to believe that his girl, the one who gave him a hard time about getting a house together…also dreamt of getting fancily proposed to. She laughs and teases at those things. He’ll still do it though. Just to see that reaction if she wants.  Just to see those pretty cheeks redden. 

“Can’t even tell you hate those things.” He says grinning in continued disbelief each time. She still comes with him to every event. Every single one. Even if she’s got an exam the next day (which she does), work and school too and even when she’s cranky or mad at him. She still gets done up and links her arm into his. Every single time.

“I don’t hate them.” She says.

“You hate them.”

“Don’t put words into my mouth.” She rolls her eyes. “If I hated them I wouldn’t go. But I go for you. Support and whatnot. Whatever that is.” She teases, 

“You know you don’t have to?” He make sure. She doesn’t have to do anything. 

“I know,” she reaches behind her to pull down the zipper of her dress. She does know. “I know I don’t have to.”

“If you don’t want to you can just tell me, won’t be mad—”

“Where is this coming from Harry?” She turns to him from the mirror where she’s looking for the pesky zipper.

“Nothing, nothing.” He shakes his head. “Just don’t want you to keep doing things you don’t want to with me.”

“Stop that.” She glares.

“I just don’t want you to start resenting—”

“Harry!”

“What?”

“Where is this coming from? And can you drop it?” She crosses her arms, waiting. “I love you right? And m’aways proud of you s’why I come with you. Right?”

She’s right.  

He’s really just checking. He just wants to be sure that she’s still ok with all of this. That she hasn’t ever regretted anything or worse, maybe she’s unhappy. He’s always a bit wary that she doesn’t like this part and it’s quite a big one.

So god help him, he knows now. He always knew but he knows for sure now. When she’s slipping off those uncomfortable heels she hates and forgetting to put them in the closet where they belong. He knows when she’s taking out the pesky bobby pins in her hair as well as her earrings. When it’s half past one in the morning and she’s got an exam in eight hours. When she sits in an uncomfortable chair getting makeup done for hours when all she wants is to take their dog for a stroll in the park or nap. When she has to make sure she’s always got sunglasses in her bag even in rainy London because cameras are blinding. When she has to miss a few classes here and there because Harry is nominated for far far too many things.

“This is probably a bad time, terrible actually,” He starts. He wants to get that out of the way, that he knows he’s being crazy. Taking spontaneous to a whole new level. “Maybe not the worst, could think of a less fitting time…but—” He continues because is he really doing this? Now? Like this? Before he can answer himself it’s already rolling off his tongue, “Will you marry me?”

Her eyes widen, checking to make sure he’s just said what he said. Her head turns in question. Is he actually asking this…that question. And it isn’t rhetorical. None of it is. He hasn’t ever seen her speechless, her eyes wide and stunned for this long. For a moment, he’s sure she didn’t hear or maybe she did and doesn’t have an answer. Maybe she’s so stunned that he’d ask her now, with no flowers, no ring—

“Can you repeat the question?” She barely lets out. “Don’t think I heard you ri—

“I’ll go slower this time…” He inches closer to her which is nearly impossible since he’s already so close to her. And he doesn’t think she’s even blinked since or breathing at all. “So you hear all my words yeah?”

She nods slowly. That’d be a good idea she thinks. “Yeah,” she nods hurriedly. “Again please.”

He pushes her hair back off her shoulder, tucks the strands behind her ear. Maybe her pretty hair is blocking the sound waves. He cups her face, pulling her closer to him so she doesn’t miss it this time.

“Will. You. Marry. Me?” He punctuates every word, wants to make sure it gets through.

That is what he said she realizes. She heard it right the first time. 

“You’re not joking right?” She exhales. She’s been holding her breath apparently. 

“Love.” He whines.

“How am I supposed to know!” She laughs. “We haven’t talked about—”

“Yes we have!” He defends. 

“We talked about babies!”

“Told you I was going to get you pregnant the second we exchanged I do’s and whatnot because—”

“Well be more specific!” She whines.

“M’being specific now!” He reasons. “Asked you to be my wife specifically, just now!”

“And you mean it?”

“Love—”

“You’re not just—”

“I mean it.”

“Well ok then,” she sighs. “Glad we straightened that out.”

He looks at her, bewildered, searching for her answer. She’s forgotten the whole point! She’s looking back at him confused, what’s he waiting for? 

“Still haven’t given me your answer love…” He reminds her.

She thought she’d said it already or that it was implied because they do talk a heck of a lot about babies and whatnot. 

She’s shaking and her smile is wide. She’s covering her face, her warm cheeks and she can’t stand still. She’s quaking in his hold and giggles escape her.

“Yes,” she nods hurriedly as if the offer expires if she doesn’t in time. “I will, yes…want to marry you, yes….a whole lot. Yes!”

He exhales then too, his racing nerves find a resting place and he just has to be sure. “Yeah? Is that a yes? Yes you’ll marry me?”

“Yes!” She sighs shakily as he lifts her up by her waist to wrap around him. “Do you want to ask a third time?” She laughs. “Might ruin it a bit.”

“I might ruin it? You ruined it.” He mutters against her lips. “You thought I was moving April Fools to tonight.”

“You’re always doing silly things.” She says holding onto him tighter.

“Like asking you to marry me?”

“We’ll find out soon won’t we?” She grins. “You’re gonna have to go at it again though. An official one with a ring this time. A take two.”

“I know.” He groans. “Was trying to be spontaneous sue me!”

“We’ve got to get married first silly,” she kisses him. “That’s when the suing and legalities begin.”

“Don’t joke.” He settles into her, at her neck is his favorite. “S’never gonna happen.”

Because even if he didn’t fully think all of this through. Get all the ducks in a row, ring type clarity cut and all that. He’s sure of this. He’s sure of her and the question he meant with every word. He’s sure they’re going to last. No messy documents or yelling behind lawyers. That was never going to happen.

He wouldn’t have come out with, nearly vomited it up if he wasn’t sure. That he knows. And she knows that too, that they’re in it for the long run. She’s hinted far too many times at it and she’s whispering a ‘never’ back at him.

And now because of this, he’s starting to think he was wrong all this time. When he overthinks too much it usually means he isn’t going with his gut. He isn’t absolutely positively sure about it.

But he’s damn sure about this.

“Want the whole thing.” She grins.

“I know you do,” he sighs. “The whole thing.”

“Want you on one knee, non negotiable.”

“Non negotiable.” He agrees because it isn’t. He wants to see her reaction to something cheesy like that. She’d probably laugh with him and tell him to get up because he looks silly.

“Never mind actually, could you write it for me in the sky? All big and bold. Could have you fly out of that same plane and then—”

“Want me to rearrange the stars too? Have them spell out my question?”

“That’s a bit much isn’t it?” She enjoys teasing him.

“That’s where you draw the line?”

“M’not opposed to fireworks either.” She notes.

“I’ll get you some fireworks.” He says but says it in a way that means a promise. Like he just might get her those fireworks.

“I didn’t mean that, don’t do that.”

“Well be more specific!” He whines just like she did. She pinches his side in response and he grins against her neck.

She lets him carry her to their bed. She hasn’t fully pulled off her dress and there still might be a few bobby pins in her hair and her makeup is still on. But she sets all of that aside and lets him hover over her.

“Don’t redo it.” She whispers. “Don’t want a redo. Not at all.” She shakes her head. “I mean it.”

“Have to get you a ring though.” He mumbles into her neck looking for her dress zipper left unzipped. “You might forget you said yes. Want proof you agreed to marry me.”

“Then just that.” She smiles. “So I won’t forget.” She whispers as he finally slides down the zipper she couldn’t quite get.

“Didn’t even ask your dad either…” He remembers.

“You just couldn’t wait could you?” She grins and he just shakes his head against her neck.

He really couldn’t. And he can’t wait for the actual day either. A lot of not being able to wait is ahead. And he can’t wait.

love on tour: the rival

if the moon smiled, she would resemble you – Sylvia Plath, ‘The Rival’

part one

harry and you are no longer together and it’s complicated.

read part one here

She felt inadequate.

She felt guilty, ashamed that she’d just up and left without any explanation. He deserved one, an explanation of what was going on in her head that she felt the need to leave. Though, she thought herself to be a coward when it came to that; communication. So now, standing in front of him, looking into his eyes, she still feels inadequate, almost like a cheater– like she’s just wasting his time.

She shakes her head, trying not to notice the defeat on his face. “I– we shouldn’t talk about this tonight. I’m here to support you–”

“–Bullshit,” he spits, fingers running through his damp hair. “You’re fucking me over. Coming here, showing up here… you’re fucking with my head.”

“I’m not doing anything! I’m here because I know this is important to you.”

“Yeah? Well, you fucked with my head, again. Like you always do… like you did the last time you left. I mean– fuck. I should hate you. You knew I’d get all pathetic and beg for you to come back to me because when have I ever stood a chance when it comes to you?”

“Harry…” she tries. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking– I only wanted to show some support. I’ll–” she looks around at the empty room, trying to locate her bag. No luck. “I’ll go.”

She turns around. Harry follows.

He lets out a bitter laugh. “Go,” he says, nodding. “You do a fantastic job at that.”

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keeping harry’s cock warm and then he makes you cum while keeping him still on him with dirty talk😳🥵

In which Harry's working and he's really horny and cold.

Harry is a whiny bitch, let's be honest. He hates the cold.

If he was doing his work, minding his own business and then all of the sudden his cock started to rise up. He would call for you, any time, any where.

He would ask for you to sit on his cock, just to warm it up and you loved the feeling of his big cock stuffing you up so full and nice. It would just stay in there for the rest of the day, he remained hard by the feeling of your warm and tight walls around him.

Sometimes you would clench around him and that would make him throw his head back out of nowhere. As he grunted slightly in you neck, biting it to surpress his moans.

You would mutter a quiet 'sorry' that would just make him go crazy.

He couldn't fuck you because he had a lot of work, so cockwarming was the best thing.

If his cock stayed in your pussy long enough... He would definitely cum in it, but he wouldn't pull it out. He just lets his cock rest in your pussy for a while, the feeling of his hot cum inside you definitely the best thing you could ever ask for.

When he pulls out, his cum just oozes out of you cunt completely, slightly wetting his pants.

When he's done with his work, he would command you to lick all the mess you made, he would eat you out after also, tasting his cum mixed with all of your juices.

do you have fwb!harry styles angst fics??

hi! i couldn’t find many, so if anyone has some please let me know!

Shampoo Bottles by @starsstruck

Wildest Dreams by @outofsstyles (only really angst at the end but its a must read its so good)

“It’s Not That Important” by @finestoflines

Three Rules   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4 by @goldenbluesuit

Jamaica Me Happy Masterlist by @for-fucks-sake-h

TITTY FUCKING🗣🗣🧎🏼‍♀️

i love titty fucking omg lets GOOO 🤪 (this was made at 7:53 in the morning, so good morning to all the horny ones out there)

Harry sat over her chest, both legs on either side of her torso while his hands clutched her titties tightly in his hand. His arousal was spread across her chest, making a sloppy wet mess on her glistening skin.

“That’s right, fuckin’ hell,” He breathed out as his hips sputtered on her skin. She tilted her head back, staring up at him with a smirk as she watched him thrust his aching cock between her breasts.

Her titties smothered his cock perfectly, and he loved the way it felt. With each thrust, precum leaked down from the red tip of his cock, oozing down to her skin for more lubrication and easier thrusting.

“You like fucking my titties, baby?” She coo’d as her hands gently glided down his thigh, running her fingers over the tiger tattoo that stared furiously back at her.

“Y-Yeah, love it so fuckin’ much,” He breathed out hotly, his jaw slack as he continued to fuck his throbbing length between her sopping wet titties, “Make me feel so good, god, you are so perfect,”

“Yeah?” She mumbled as her hands cupped the underside of his balls, starting to slowly massage them. They were hard in her hand, twitching with each thrust.

“God damnit!” He hissed, his ring cladded fingers groping her breasts tightly. He spread them apart for a moment, jiggling them quickly. He spit down onto his cock, a long string dribbling down before lathering his cock.

He went back to suffocating his cock with her breasts, watching his cock disappear between her titties with each thrust. Her skin had apparent marks from his clutch, showing that she was owned by him and only him. As if it wasn’t the hickeys that he left all over her titties from foreplay that gave away the hint.

“Titties feel so good, baby, oh my god,” He whined out, a thin layer of sweat across his forehead as his thighs started to shake from the pleasure.

“You wanna cum for me, Harry?” Her voice oozed like honey, melting down her lips. Harry felt his cock twitch, his eyebrows pinched tightly in concentration.

“G-Gonna cum, y-yeah…” He panted breathlessly as his head hung low, his brown curls falling into his face to cling to his forehead.

She drew her hand around his thigh, all the way to his ass as she groped onto it tightly. She loved his ass, and he always loved when she grabbed it too. Felt so good to him, made him feral even.

“Cum on my face, then, baby. Wanna taste it.” She chose her words carefully, knowing that Harry would do just about anything to her this close to climax. If she asked him to fuck her face, his cock would be down her throat before she could finish her sentence.

“Oh my god, what you do to me,” He said in a half chuckle, a growl rutting through his throat to follow after. He pinched her nipples, both of them, rubbing his fingers all around them slowly as he pulled his cock from between her tits.

She took his cock into her hand, her tongue drawing out of her mouth as she started to work his cock quickly. It was heavy in her hand, she felt his veins prominently poke out with each stroke.

Harry stared half lidded down at her, muttering curse words from under his breath. She looked so fucking hot with her tongue out, just waiting for him to cum all over her tongue and lips. Harry could barely stand it.

“Baby, I—I’m cumming—“ His voice came out a whine as he leaned his body over her, his hand grabbing onto the headboard of the bed as his eyes pinched shut tightly. His stomach was on fire feeling her edge him till he spilled.

His hips started to sputter, his balls tightening as he came hard from his red tip. Harry let out a loud growl, hitting the wall with his hand as his ass sank down onto her torso in mercy.

Looking down, he saw the cum that landed onto her tongue, but dripped down onto her chin and even some on her throat.

She swallowed, but not without taking the taste in first. She loved the way he tasted, and wanted more of it.

Her tongue lapped up the spillage from her chin, swallowing that before leaning forward and taking his soft cock into her mouth to clean it gently.

Harry hissed at the feeling, he was spent, and overstimulated. She let off his cock with a small pop, her hand running up and down his thigh slowly as she looked up at him.

“Good boy, baby.”

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love on tour: wild geese

❛ let the soft animal of your body love what it loves❜

harry styles x fem!reader · word count: 1k+

harry and you are no longer together and it’s complicated.

There’s chatter everywhere, dimly lit corridors leading nowhere and everywhere at the same time as tall men dressed in black decorate every corner, no matter which way you look. The pink leather feels weird as her feet move, the material chafing her inner thighs while sweat runs down her legs. It’s as if the trousers are the sole reminder of the sickening feeling in her tummy, her organs accompanying the dread which surrounds every corner, every cell, reminding her her position here, and why she should have said no to coming here; to seeing him.

As they turn left, to what seems to be the last corridor she would walk through for the time being, Jeff turns to her with a hesitant smile and places his hand on her back, rubbing once, twice, and he lets go, leaving behind a fleeting feeling of loneliness and dread.

“He’s on in–” Jeff checks his watch, “–five minutes. I’ll get you some water or something before we walk a bit further so we can see.”

She looks at the massive stage before her, then back at Jeff. All she can do is nod and place her arms around herself.

Where’s Glenne, she means to ask, but someone comes up behind her and wraps one arm around her, and it makes her heart drop only for a moment before she realises the hand on her shoulder is way too meaty and pale for it to belong to a certain someone.

It’s Harry Lambert, in all his glory, dressed in a yellow shirt as his necklaces shine under the lights, and he’s got the same warmth as Harry that it makes her head hurt a little.

He squeezes one last time before letting go, then stands right next to the both of them.

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