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gucciwins · 2 years

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if you’re into it,

this is me kindly requesting a writing piece about h choking because I am UNWELL after seeing that clip from Amsterdam

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because you asked so nicely 😉 it's 2k enjoy, amores

Harry was buzzing.

The show was a success. The crowd was loud and giving. You couldn't believe you were lucky enough to be there. As much as you love side stage, there's something special about being in the crowd blending in with the fans because no one has a clue to who you are.

They don't know you're the girl he comes home to after the end of each tour. They don't know you're the girl he calls when he's missing home. They don't know you're the girl that gets him in their bed each night. They don't know you're the girl he sings about each night and that you'd do anything for him in a heartbeat.

Harry loved the games you played, always leaving him craving more. It made for a much more exciting night when you kept him right on the edge of giving him everything. Tonight, before the show, you had helped him dress. You told him to go with just the tank top tonight, but he countered with not doing that, knowing how jealous you could get, especially when fans speak of him so provocatively.

He was yours. And no one else's.

Harry liked playing your game of hide and seek. You hid in the crowd, and he tried his best to find you. It was always a competition, and so far, he was winning. See, whoever found the other got to be in charge for the night in bed. And well, you were always up for tying Harry up.

Tonight you were aiming to win.

"He's alright, ain't he?" You ask the pink-haired person next to you.

"Not my type," they respond, "my girlfriend adores him; that's why I'm here." The pink hair person gestures to a petite person a few steps away from you, rainbow boa around their neck paired with an all-denim jumpsuit.

You giggle, "keep him humble, huh."

"Some of us have to be immune." That you could agree with, but safe to say you weren't one of them as you had fallen for his charm.

"Cheers," you raise your drink to them.

"Chloe."

"Y/N."

"Cheers, Chloe."

"Cheers, Y/N."

You sway to the song's ending when Harry makes his way to the end of the runway where he can see the back of the pit, right where you are.

"Lot's of chit chat back here, aye," Harry points at you and your new friend, and you know you've been spotted. "Am I not interesting enough?"

The fans cheer as Harry looks at Chloe and you. You gesture for Chloe to speak, who looks starstruck as their partner holds on tightly to their arm.

"Umm, well–" they look at you to save them.

You let out a laugh before waving at him. "Sorry, I was curious about their hair," you yell. "Wanted to know if they did it themselves or at a salon."

Harry raises his eyebrow in surprise, but you know him well enough to know he's holding back a laugh. "Well?"

"Well, what?" You reply this is the first time he's acknowledged you in the crowd.

"What was their answer?"

You gesture for Chloe to give their response, "my girlfriend did it. She's a cosmetologist."

"Very well. I quite like it as well. We'll carry on now." Harry turns, walking down the catwalk. "Remember eyes on me. It is my show."

It seems you have lost.

Seeing Harry onstage, you knew you'd be in for a hell of a night. His moves were more sensual than ever. You felt your panties dampen as he dragged his hand down his body. Your breath hitched as Harry choked himself during 'Keep Driving.' The touches and moans were getting more out there, and you knew each one was for you. He wanted to have you begging by the time he got off stage. You wouldn't give in so easily.

The show was over, and after giving Harry a big hug, you were ushered into Harry's car, careful of watchful eyes as you've seen the videos of other shows. Not even three minutes later, Harry is ushered in, and the car is driving away.

"There's my love." Harry greets you with a sweet kiss on your lips.

"Nice job out there, rockstar."

"I aim to please," he teases.

You scoot closer wanting to be touching him and him touching you. You place your hand in his lap, squeezing three times. Harry presses a kiss to your cheek but doesn't say more, and you continue. You moved your hand up his thigh, and when you were about to slide it over, he placed his hand on top of yours, stopping you.

"Not tonight, honey."

You try your best not to pout, but you fail when you hear Harry sigh. Harry lifts your face to look at him, pressing a quick kiss to your pouty lips, "gave it to you good this morning and after lunch, and you still want more. Greedy, baby."

"Sorry, H." Your frown deepens. "Not tonight. Got it."

And you leave it at that.

Or so you thought.

You head back to your hotel room for the night and go to the bathroom where you would change for the night, wanting to rinse before bed. You managed to remove your jeans and top when you heard Harry calling for you.

"Baby," Harry calls out, "will you come here?"

"Yes, H?" You paddle hair up and out of your face and make-up, all wiped away.

Harry sits on the bed's edge in the white tank top and his boxers. His legs are spread wide open, and you see him palming himself—your breath hitches at the sight in front of you. You see how hard he's getting, and you're close to getting on your knees, ready to take him in your mouth.

“Baby,” you choke out, stepping closer.

Harry shakes his head, halting you in your path to get to him.

“You weren’t a good girl today, were you, baby,” he’s not asking you; he’s telling you.

“H, please,” you plead.

You can feel how soaked your panties are.

Harry extends his hand, asking you to come to him, and as you go to sit on his lap, he shakes his head, pushing your shoulder down gently to tell you to get on your knees.

“I found you tonight.” You nod. “What does that mean, baby?”

“That you won,” you breathe out.

“That’s right, and since you’re a filthy girl who loves everything I give her, I have to decide what not to give you tonight.” Harry’s voice is strict but filth with lust.

You know what he means. You know what you’re going to be crying and begging for at the end of the night.

“You’re going to come when I tell you.”

You whimper, clenching your thighs together.

“Awe, does my baby not like the sound of that?”

You nod your head.

“Maybe you’ll learn to be a good girl,” he purrs.

Tonight is all about Harry, and when your only job is to please him, there’s no way you weren’t going to have fun. Harry let you take him out of his boxers and throw them over your shoulder as you stare at his hard cock, ready for you.

“Come on, baby. Make me cum.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You lean in, kissing the tip of his cock. Harry hissed at the touch of your lips. You smirk, knowing he was giving you more power than he thought. You spit on your hand and then begin to move your hand back and forth on the base of Harry’s cock as his breathy moans fill the room.

“Mouth now, baby.”

Who are you to deny him? You take him in your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip as you take him in deeper. Harry grips your hair, making you take in more of him down your throat. His groans urge you on letting you know you’re doing good. Your hand moves to play with his balls as you know Harry, one who loves attention and how much closer it brings him to the edge.

You know Harry’s close when he pushes your head down further. Luckily one of your favorite things is taking Harry down the throat that you know he isn’t close to pushing your limit. You feel him tense, and you’re ready to swallow when he pulls you back.

“Harry,” you moan.

“Naughty girls, don’t get to see me come.”

You pout, not liking mean Harry.

“On the bed.”

Harry, ever the gentleman helps you up, checking in to see if you are alright and when you nod, he continues. You lay on the bed as Harry gets on top of you, looking down at your body in appreciation. Harry sat you up for a second to get rid of your bra and panties.

He smirks as he sees how wet you are.

“Did I get you this wet?”

You nod your head.

“Verbal answer, baby.”

“Yes. Always this wet for you.”

Harry likes your answer because he leans down and begins to place kisses on your body. Your collarbones. Your hips. Your jaw.

“Kiss me,” you plead, missing his lips against yours.

“No kisses.”

“Harry,” you whine.

Anything but kisses.

“No,” Harry tells you again. This time no room for argument.

Harry trails a finger down your body causing chills to run through your body. You want something, anything. You’re in the palm of his hands, waiting to see what he will give you.

“Need you, H. I need you to fuck me.” You moan as he traces his index finger over your breast. “I want you to use me however you like.”

“That’s what I love to hear.”

Harry settles on your thighs, his hand snaking between you up to where you’re dripping wet. He runs a finger over your clit when you gasp and try to shut your legs, but he stops you continuing.

“Need to check if you’re ready.”

You both know you are. He wants to make you wait.

“I’m going to fuck you, baby. I want you to scream my name.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer when he lines himself up and pushes in. You gasp as he continues pushing in. You love how full you feel. Harry grunts holding on tight to your hips as he looks down, seeing how he slips in so easily, no resistance met.

“You were made for me,” you cry out.

“Course I was. No one else could keep up with how needy you are.”

You whine, knowing he loves when you’re needy. You know how much Harry loves that you crave for him because it’s the same for him.

“Brat,” he breathes out. “You’re clenching tight around me because I said you’re needy.” Harry pushes out and in again. His speed increases, and your breath gets tighter. “I love that you need me.”

Harry leans over you, your nails sinking into his shoulder as he pumps harder with no sign of slowing down.

“Close, I’m close.” You tell him.

That seems to be all he needs to remember why he’s in control tonight. He leaves one hand on the bed to keep him balanced and moves the other up your stomach and over your breast before settling over your throat.

Not an ounce of pressure.

“Harry. Harry,” your voice is broken. All you can say is his name.

His fingers skim over your throat, and you swallow hard because you want it wrapped around you.

“Please,” you beg.

Harry looks down at you, his green eyes full of lust and love. Love for you. Love to give you whatever you ask for. He gently kisses the corner of your mouth before placing his hand on your throat. It fits perfectly; he hasn’t added an ounce of pressure, but you nod, and it’s all the confirmation he needs. You feel your breathing slow down as he pumps harder. You know Harry loves his hand around your throat. You love the control and trust you give him.

There’s no way you won’t come now. As he takes long, hard thrusts, you feel every part of you fighting back a release.

“Come for me,” you barely breathe out.

Harry shakes his head.

Fuck.

His hand around his throat is his favorite sight, and you know he’s just savoring it.

Harry continues as your moans and grunts mix around the roam with the slapping of your skins.

“I love you, baby,” Harry tells you, squeezing your throat three times. “Now come.”

Your hand moves to rest on top of his, head thrown back and eyes shut as you feel a warm rush go through you, soon followed by Harry’s release. He lets his body fall on yours, careful not to drop all his weight. His hand moves from your neck and pushes your stray hair back.

You blink your eyes open slowly, “there’s my girl.”

“Harry. My Harry.”

“That’s right, baby.”

You smile and kiss his shoulder, letting him tug you close to his chest.

“Round two in the shower?” Harry asks against your sweaty skin.

“Always.”

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communistkenobi · 3 months

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What I’m about to say is probably a much less generous interpretation of what people usually intend when they say “transphobia hurts cis people too,” but the problem this framing runs into, over and over again, is the implied argument that often runs underneath it, which is that if transphobia were contained to just trans people, that if 100% of its targets were transgender, it would be somehow more legitimate or more reasonable, even if you still concede it’s wrong to be transphobic to trans people. Like the logic being used here isn't that transphobia at its core is destructive and irrational because it harms trans people, it’s that the people doing the transphobia are doing it “wrong” by picking the “wrong” targets. And I think this framing tends to put a lot of emphasis on individual transphobic actors or individual instances of transphobic violence (eg people attacking cis women who “look like men” in bathrooms, transvestigators, etc) by way of arguing that these bigoted people are incapable of governing their own bigotry appropriately, that it keeps spilling out into the broader cis public (where it ought not to be) because they’re too stupid to recognise their real targets and mistakenly keep picking the wrong ones, and because of this we need to do something about it. Like what keeps getting highlighted in conversations where I see people repeat this line are the bigots’ errors in judgement, that these pattern recognition errors (this continued failure to clock “real trans people”) are too frequent for the cis public to ignore - effectively, transphobia is spilling out of the transphobia department and into other departments of social life, and this is the problem that needs correcting. Fundamentally what I keep hearing when people use this argument is that reactionaries are getting too unruly, too imprecise in their targeting mechanisms, and that this is the cause for concern, not the underlying bigotry itself. Yes, transphobia is expansionary, it will continue to find fresh victims even in hypothetical futures where “the transgender problem” has been fully dealt with, but that shouldn’t be your primary concern lol

#even old new york was once new amsterdam #obviously think it’s good to highlight how horrific and anti social these people are #and like mocking transvestigators is generally a good thing #but like the tone shouldn’t be ‘haha you thought you clocked a disgusting trans person but you didn’t silly!’#like ‘there’s no way this cis person is trans I mean look at them who would believe that’ is not a good framing #anyway this isn’t a vague of a specific post or anything it just seems to come up a lot #and like I don’t think people tend to use it for productive conversations it’s just a line to repeat

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