#harry babbles

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fluffy harry concept where your perhaps 5 months pregnant, laying in bed at night with Harry and he’s stroking his hand over your tummy. He’s all twisted around you, cuddling into your neck and his legs tangled in yours. 😰😰😰

WHY MUST YOU HIT ME WHERE YOU KNOW IT HURTS CHEYENNE?!

Harry with the missus expecting would be the cutest thing ever. He would be the cutest little shit in the world, always wanting to press kisses to the bump and talking to it all the time, imagine having some mild pain and Harry kneeling down and looking all serious to the tummy “hey, stop hurting momma, that’s not nice okay? we’re nice people in this household”. And after the pregnancy he’s more cuddly than ever you’d swear he’s the one that’s gotten more hormonal cause suddenly he’s just very very very sweet and emotional and wants to be with you a lot so you’re always tangled when you sleep and he’d talk about the baby to all his friends and family so much, and mention it everywhere “look at the last ultrasound! look at that cute face! think the baby looks an awful lot like its mommy” which he keeps saying he’d love it if the baby looked more like you cause you’re the most beautiful thing he’s laid eyes on. UGH IM FILLED WITH FEELS I AM IN LOVE I HAVE THE BIGGEST HEART EYES I WANT TO GIVE HIM CHILDREN HARRY IF YOU EVER WANT THEM, I VOLUNTEER, I WANT THEM TOO.

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I’m v sad so we’re having a fluffy harry chat day! come talk!

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fluffy harry concept where your both going grocery shopping together? Maybe he’s not famous so it’d be completely mundane. You’ve got a list you’re set on, but Harry’s on a mission to throw every single organic, weird looking thing he can find into the cartel. You start to get annoyed but he steals a few kisses, wearing some organic mint chapstick that he knows you love, so maybe it’s okay

BITCH YOU KNOW I LOVE DOING THE GROCERIES YOU’RE LITERALLY COMING FOR MY ASS! LIKE THIS IS A PERSONAL ATTACK AT THIS POINT. 

You got pretty much all you need but the moment he spots an organic version he’d switch them in the cart. You’d find yourself wandering down an aisle alone more often than not cause he’s run off to read the tags on some weird cereal or packaging, his brows furrowed cause the caloric count is too much and he’s not sure something’s completely natural. He’s also the biggest eye-shopper. Sees something new and sparkly that says USDA ORGANIC APPROVED and he’s got to have it. No matter how much you tell him that he’s going a little too overboard, he just tries to reason with you and you end up letting him, or he just adds it anyways for himself, and he hopes you’ll enjoy them too and eventually switch to buying that as he’s done with other products before, lets just say your shopping habits have quite transformed since you started living together.

ALSO! Things you’d constantly hear from him every other grocery trip:“Just need more kale, love”“locally farmed, non GMO, yeah… we’re taking these kiwis”“but y/n, they have fresh produce!”“Oooh that’s it, we’re having salads for dinner, look at these tomatoes!”“Hey! They don’t add preservatives to this almond butter, I’m sold”“100% organic yogurt? Yes, please”

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I’m v sad so we’re having a fluffy harry chat day! come talk!

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Fluffy Harry thought: spending a cold and rainy day on the couch with Harry in PJs, cuddled under a blanket. And Harry's just loving on you and kissing you everywhere (your forehead, cheek, shoulder) while you watch rom-coms all day 😍 (Also don't be sad you're completely awesome💓)

I’m weeping I think about this so fucking much and I love rain so much this makes my heart melt. 

Just comfy PJ’s, and A/C is still on because if it wasn’t it wouldn’t be cold enough to need to cuddle and deep down you guys really wanna cuddle. A lazy day in with no plans other than be cute and lazy and eat whatever. You change positions on the couch every once in a while when one of you gets up to pee or get a snack or his thigh falls asleep or your arm itches. Harry and you super invested in a show and he’s bouncing his leg up and down when an episode ends “oooh, fuck! pee break! pause it!” and he’s jumping over the couch and pulling down his pants as he rushes down the hallway, his hair a mess cause you’ve been raking your fingers through it all day, and if it’s something you can’t pause he’d try to pee during commercials and run back “what did I miss what did I miss!”. If you tried to say something during a tense moment in the show he’d shush you, followed with a million kisses. God, every time you got up and came back he’d make grabby hands at you, and during commercials or credit scenes it’d be time to kiss and whisper sweet nothings to each other’s ears. Imagine reaching over to cover his phone screen when he’s too invested in something and not the show and he just chuckles and presses a kiss to your hand, putting his phone down and clutching you tighter to his frame. 

SIGH I LIVE I LOVE I ADORE.

(P.S: <3 you’re awesome, I’m just having a very incredibly shitty day, thank you for that though)

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I’m v sad so we’re having a fluffy harry chat day! come talk!

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fluffy hades!harry where he wakes up to persophne putting soft, smal little flowers all over him and showering him with kisses

OMG YES! This would be so cute! He’d be sooo giddy and cute and AAAHHH

Like… Imagine that you’re there basically floating over him throwing flowers and petals delicately. He opens his eyes to the soft feeling of silk pressed to his chest and a small itch to his side. His lids are heavy with sleep and laziness as he awakens from a deep relaxing slumber. It’s the middle of the afternoon but you had insisted he took a nap today and that’s exactly what he did, not often did Hades, Lord of the Underworld, gets to rest and relax during a normal day, but he was exhausted and so you tended to insignificant details around the realm while he snoozed peacefully, and after you, his persephone, left him sleep for a good hour and a half, you started to miss him.

The silk-like element was your lips and the thing causing a small itch to his side were the petals of flowers you were gently throwing over him in a soft rain. It was like waking up to angels peppering feather like kisses and gentle touches to his naked torso. 

He hums and stretches after getting a glimpse, letting himself sink into the bed more as you gently spread your knees above him dropping petals and letting out giggles. A smirk showing on his face.“Now what are yeh doin’?” he starts with a slow deep rasp, voice laced with sleep, laying a warm hand on your hips. “I’m waking up my husband with lots of love” you answer letting your body fall on top of his, pressing your chests together as you both sigh in content. This is one of his favourite things ever, being able to lay with his girl, his queen, and just be in your warmth. The lights are dimmed and the ‘sun’ that the underworld gets, however much or little that is, slips through the cracks in the curtains; the smell from the day’s lunch still lingers around and for once the souls in the Styx are quiet – turns out when asked nicely enough they’ll let you have a quiet morning once in a while, or at least if Persephone does – allowing him a moment to bask in the perfection of his wife and the perfect day.

“You…” his finger comes to nudge your nose as his other hand gathers flower petals that are scattered around the bed to let them fall against both your bodies once more “need t’stop this.” Had it not been for the lovesick smile and slight tint to his cheeks that he doesn’t mean this in a bad way, so you’re there confused but still smiling the biggest he’s ever seen you smile.“What? why?” you whine pouting and he can’t help but reach in and kiss it away delicately.“What will the mortals and the whole entirety of Olympus say o’this?” his voice is laced with sarcasm in a joking manner that you catch right away “The God of the underworld, covered in petals an’ smitten, like a young schoolboy in love” Giggles fill the room as he rubs his nose against yours.“Well I don’t care… I love you covered in petals and smitten and blushing”“Am I blushing?” His large hands cover his cheeks in surprise as you nod holding back a laugh. “Aww, come on love! Got me a reputation t’keep”

i love fluffy hades :3 alkdjfhasdkjfh I was in such a mood for him yesterday and then my day went to shit but I knew I had to get to this today cause this just put a silly lovesick smile on my face and my coworkers think im insane :P

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Kskdkdksk id fuckin love having a night in w harry during a thunderstorm like cuddling and playing games and stuff

YES YES YES YES! I decided to play video games myself to lift up my spirits. A good few rounds of overwatch did just the trick, and as a video game fan that I am I live for the idea of just playing video games with him, maybe see him fail at things I’m somewhat decent at (cause I’m not the best gamer out there I have to admit im pretty sucky) and just sitting there and playing something to get my mind off things, getting adorably competitive or sinking ourselves into a super plot driven game or goofing around in a co-op like portal or a way out, god that’s the DREAM. And throw in a rainy day in the mix and some movies popcorn and cuddling? I’m SO SOLD. I’m beyond sold!

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I’m v sad so we’re having a fluffy harry chat day! come talk!

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harry's fucking you on kitchen counter and making you watch everything he does. ''look how i'm sliding into you. how good you're taking me'' '' don't close your eyes love i want you to remember it while i'm away.'' ''look at you. you can't even keep your eyes open is this how i'm making yeh feel?'' ''of fuck angel squeeze me just like that fuck you'll make me come quick''

KJSDFASKDJHFGA WHATI know i say this a lot but this is a DREAM. (I have too many dreams i know)

Maybe you’re just in a comfortable enough position to watch, Maybe there’s a conveniently placed mirror, that he just wants you to see how good you take him, how nicely he slides inside you. Harry was about to leave for a promo tour and you were going to miss him. You were going to miss everything about him, including the sounds of his orgasms and the feeling of his cock inside you. “Look at yeh. Look at yeh taking me so good” Your head is falling backwards from the pleasure, but Harry is quick to grab at your roots, gently enough not to hurt you and push you to continue looking. “ Watch. I want yeh to watch… fuck… Are yeh going t’remember this? How good i fuck yeh, huh?” He’s grunting lowly, feeling the pleasure run through his veins, your stomach tingling. “Fuck. M’not gonna last, yeh’re so wet. Who made yeh this wet?” you whimper “Fuck (y/n), tell me, who?” “You Harry, you make me so wet” He smiles loving the praise “Nice and wet fo’ me.” He slams in you with force, feeling his orgasm starting to peak “M’going t’remember how good it feels when yer tight cunt cums around me- Christ…” He feels like he could lose his mind when you intentionally squeeze around him, causing him to burst, to cum in hot spurts inside you, and since he’s made you watch, and he’s watching himself, you both see it drip down your open legs when he slightly pulls his dick out of you. The sight makes you moan as Harry drops a kiss on your neck. “Maybe later I can give yeh more t’remember me by” he smirks gathering up the mix that’s running down your legs in his fingers and licking at it while he walks away leaving you panting on the counter.

I want… I’m feeling faint. I need water. This concept was too much.(also thank you marie cause you read this and gave me a line i just had to add. Fuck off, i love you. @harrycarryme )

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How do you think Harry would be if you were sick. Not the cute sick, but the coughing a lung up, snotting all over yourself sick?

I think he’d be a dear anyways. 

We’ve all had our sick days in which we sound like a dying animal and we feel and look gross with fever and we cry cause we’re just so ill. He’d be a dear, basically moving into your place for as long as you’re sick and too tired to fend for yourself. Making you his mum’s chicken soup, making sure your fridge is stocked with your favourite things for you to enjoy when you can taste again, and always careful and caring, taking your temperature “You’re burnin’, pet” His eyes furrowed in worry. “Would yeh like some more soup?” But you’re not hungry and quite frankly you’re tired of soup, no matter how delicious is is. All you want is a cuddle. Having him there tend for you is melting your heart, but you know he shouldn’t be getting any closer than he is, he can’t get sick.

It’s killing him as well, to not be able to kiss you proper and sleeping on the floor next to you instead of on your bed spooning you. But you’d made him promise to keep a distance, at least until you’re not that ill.

Your coughs would wake him up in the middle of the night, cold and shivering and he’d run to fix the A/C so that it’s not as cold in your room as well. You know he gets hot fast, so you’re apologising profusely when you see him laying on the floor, sheets off and shirtless so he’s not as hot. “I’m sorry” you say through a runny nose, wiping away snot and sneezing almost immediately. The fever and coughing not letting you fall back asleep. “There’s nothing t’be sorreh fo’ ” He smiles at you. He gets up once again and you’re confused. He comes over and sits at the edge of your bed, fingers moving away stray hairs off your face “Let me make yeh a brew. T’help yeh sleep, yeah?” all you can do is smile at this sunshine life has placed in your way. “Thanks” you say, though it sounds more like “fanks” due to your clogged up nostrils. And Harry breaks the distance rule, by coming to drop a kiss on your forehead. “Harryyy” you whine. “I know, i know. I’ll be right back, love” he sighs and walks off to make you a cuppa. When he comes back, he moves his makeshift bed closer, so you can at least hold hands through the night. All he knows is the moment you look a bit better, he’s kissing you till he runs out of breath.