Why Do U Like Harry Styles?

honestly want abby to fall asleep on top of me- snoring n everything. her head on my chest, leg hiked up on my waist n all. i’d neverrrrr let her move.

literally want nothing more than this. abby’s leg hiked up around your waist her head laying against your chest and snores coming from her pouty lips. all of her weight rests on top of you, but you welcome it. you were supposed to leave a few hours ago to meet some friends, but you don’t have the heart to move her. so you just rub her back, run your fingers through her hair, smoothing over the top her head. abby whispers your name in her sleep, and it makes you smile.

it’s never like this with her. she usually likes to be one who holds rather than being held. you take comfort knowing how vulnerable she lets herself be around you. her soft breath on your exposed chest, her hands subconsciously land on your hips as her thin sheets barely hold over her hips and yours, her bare skin feels like heaven. strong, freckled back is a sight to see, and you can’t help yourself watching her. you never want to leave this moment, always want to say right here in serenity with her.

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I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.

People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.

I saw your post about the requests and wanted to ask if you'd be open to writing something about y/n calling her huge dom girlfriend abby her pretty princess after abby being used to being called handsome, buff, or masculine compliments in general if you catch my drift :)

hey y'all. long time no fuckin' see. thank u for the ask, nonnie! cw: nsfw!

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abby's not expecting it, for the most part. thinks she's heard all the compliments you've had to give⎯ handsome, my prince, my knight⎯ and you do deviate from those compliments sometimes. not very often, but enough to give it some variety. and, honestly, that's probably why you get the reaction that you do get.

you didn't think much of it⎯ abby's probably the most masc lesbian you've ever been with, and she seemed to have her preferences to what she liked to be complimented with. she never complained, and you never asked, and it'd been fine. but, for whatever reason, you couldn't help but start to look at her and think, such a pretty girl.

you'd slipped up a few times, too. couldn't quite help it because she'd always looked so good after a workout or a shower. a mumbled little, "my pretty girl." under your breath that her ears just barely picked up. she'd give you a little smile and a kiss on the forehead before going about her day, but you could see that little dazed look on her face. you'd only hoped it was a good thing.

it's during one of those rare moments where abby where relax enough against the sheets and let you have her way with her. those rare moments where you get to make her come undone all over your mouth, and the sight is beautiful. muscles tense, flexing, relaxing⎯ her back arching to get her hips closer to your face, and it's a rush of power every time. something about having abby⎯ taller, bigger⎯ under you, falling apart because of you, has your head clouding. getting to treat like a pillow princess is a thrill, and maybe that's why it slips out so easily.

your head between her strong thighs, her hand on the back of your head, and your hands gripping her hips. licking at her clit, then pressing kisses to her cunt as you come up for air. abby's mouth parted around short puffs of air, her eyes closed and just a bit of drool pooling at the corner of her mouth. soft dirty blonde hair in a braid over her shoulder, and you can't help but sigh at the sight of her. "my pretty princess," you breathe, face wet with her slick, "so beautiful."

the reaction isn't something you thought you'd get out of her, but it happened anyway. a little hitch in her breath, her eyelashes fluttering before she looks down at you, and she's letting out a whimper.

"fuck." it's almost a given that she doesn't let you out of bed for the rest of the night. multiple orgasms on your tongue and the same treatment for you, too, but under the agreement that you keep calling her your pretty princess. and you're more than happy to oblige, yeah?

I literally said nom nom out loud

As It Was by Harry Styles

i’m kind of like if a girl did nothing with her life