#harry pic

[yeaheddieknows]

harry styles can do both ariel and prince eric.

[breefarrow]

I came across this pic of H at his recent concert and I can't help but be that person to wonder where are the BH stans who swear H has no muscles [or more so think H doesn't want to have a muscular build] due to the fact they only visualize H as a sterotypical wattpad omega character who's small and dainty.

[alwayslouxhabit]

halloween costume idea 👍👍

[imagine-hs]

I'm not exactly back to writing regularly, but I'm done with my bachelor thesis and have some time again. And well, Harry doing the MET Gala in THAT outfit just inspired me. So please enjoy this little blurb ☺️

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Your fingers traced lightly across his skin, following the swirls of ink. A dark gray marked the older tattoos, while a strong black showed the newer ones. He flinched a little when you touched the small palm tree on the back of his arm. It was the freshest of all the ink on his body.

You shot him an apologetic glance, before continuing your exploration. His eyes watched you intently, drinking you in, memorizing you just as you did him.

The room was dark and quiet, the bed warm and cozy. His pyjama bottoms hung a little more loosely than usual around his hips and you decided that once this shindig was over, you'd take him out for some big breakfast full of carbs.

But for tonight your thoughts were elsewhere. His skin was warm and soft. His hand lightly stroking your back was huge, seeming to cover double the space yours did. When he started playing with your hair, your eyes found his again and a fond smile spread across your lips.

Scooting up, planting your hands firmly on the bed on each side of him, you hovered over him, lightly pressing your lips to his.

"Hmmm.", he hummed, fingers tracing your pulse down the side of your neck.

You shivered, pressing a little against him.

Your eyes took him in for a moment. Lips even pinker than usual, eyes more black than the normal spring green. There was some light stubble over his lip and on his chin that you highly enjoyed. His brown, slightly curling hair was standing up around his head and falling into his eyes, like he'd been rolling around in bed… which he had. Your look only caught for a moment on the new silver stud in his earlobe, but he saw it… of course.

"You don't like it?", he asked, his voice carrying a mixture of amusement and uncertainty.

You shook your head and a displeased look crossed his face.

"No, it's just unfamiliar, that's all. I love how you express who you are through your body and your fashion, you know that."

That earned you a massive grin and a kiss, that was supposed to be quick, but turned into something more in a matter of seconds.

His big hand cupped the back of your head, pulling you closer. In the process you pretty much dropped flush against him. But he held you steady, using his other arm to hold you in place. He deepened the kiss, tongue exploring like it was the first time. The earth started slowing down around you. Heat streamed through your veins, while your stomach went on some sort of rollercoaster ride and your heart into overdrive.

His leg snaked around you and next thing you knew, you were laying on your back between the soft cushions and he was hovering over you. He watched you as you squirmed under him, trying to get him closer, needing to feel his body.

A small smirk formed in the corner of his mouth, which made you glare.

You put your hands on his back, trying to pull him down, but he wouldn't budge.

Well, two could play at this game.

You bucked up your hips, meeting his crotch, before slowly withdrawing again.

He let out a surprised hiss.

"Not fair.", he grumbled and his low, rough voice was almost enough to send you over the edge right then.

Instead you managed a grin. Before he could retaliate, you licked your lips slowly and bit your lower lip, all the while keeping the eye contact. The air was getting thick with sexual tension around you and you knew neither of you would be able to stand this much longer.

With one last effort you tried to pull him down again, this time digging your nails into his back.

What escaped his throat was a mixture of gratified growl and surprised yelp. He pushed himself further up, moving his back away from the reach of your fingers.

He shook his head. "You can't leave marks, babe. They'll be very visible tomorrow."

His eyes flickered across the room and, following his gaze, you admired the soft, partly see-through fabric hanging there. Then you turned your head back, grinning.

"Then give me what I want or the tabloids will be talking about more than your glamorous outfit.", you threatened.

He stared for a moment, then the smirk returned.

"Bossy! I like it."

"Well, you DO have good taste.", you chuckled, before finally managing to pull him down and take what you wanted.

His back was flawless the next evening and the event happened without a hitch. Watching him on the carpet though you realized that there was a matter more pressing than the big breakfast you had wanted to get with him. You needed to make up for good behavior… you needed to mark up that perfect back of his so much so he couldn't wear sheer for a long while. A mischievous grin spread across your lips and when he saw it later that night, he immediately knew he was in for a night of pleasure and pain.

[melmanpur]

Strike a pose 👑 (cred: Malorie_Lawley)

[harryimaginedstories]

You are needed!!

Friends, I need you to send me your favorite pictures of Harry (preferably not ones where he’s on stage) since I run out of pictures to use for my stories. I think you can do that via ask and if not then please either reblog them and @ my name or message me.  Thank you in advance x 

[yeaheddieknows]

he doesn’t age...

[yeaheddieknows]

hands work of art.