#harry in brazil

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Harry and Chris Pine in Sao Paulo, Brazil! - Dec 5 2022

[twopoppies]

Hi G, Why brazil is so important for larry, are there recepeist about them there????

Hi love. Oh, lots of stuff over the years. But off the top of my head…

Holding hands/next to you at Christ The Redeemer

The Brasil! tattoo

Drunk Harry seeing if his fedora floats

Next to you (and probably snogging) in The bread van

Not Larry related, but the caption on this post kills me

#oh my god this old couple probably has no idea#they were probs just like ‘ask that nice boy to take our picture tom’#’no not that one with the tattoos helen he’ll take the ipad mini ask the nice blonde one’

Anyway, back to Larry.

Receipts from P9, the band that opened for 1D in Rio. Here and here.

Receipt of Harry and Louis partying in Rio

I don’t think there are any “major” receipts from Brazil, but lots of rumors about the other boys hooking up with locals and Brazilian models/celebrities, but Harry and Louis being noticeably absent or uninterested.

Overall, I just think Harry (and Louis) always have a great time in LatAm, and perhaps particularly so in Brazil.

[kiwikiwiandkiwi]

watching the game in brazil 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[awesomefringey]

the woman texting on her phone: Hey Lou , I'd like to have hot soup for breakfast but you are not here

Awww Harry looks so lonely here. (I know he isn’t but…) It must be like an emotional lifeline chatting away with Louis throughout the day, from what they had for breakfast over sending little pics or sharing little stories.

I know my husband and I do it when we’re apart. I love it a lot, walking foreign places with more confidence because he’s literally a text/a call away to experience my trip with me.

[chrryflavour]

happy birthday to my favourite person, you're so important to me and I love you sm 💘

[manofmanymeats]

This guy is literally such a creep

[watermelonlovershigh]

💦 Wet in Brazil 🇧🇷 (SMUT)

AN: so originally i was gonna make this fluffy where harry is super cold from the rain and after the concert you help bathe him in a warm shower. well, lets just say that didn't happen and something much greater happened.

This story contains: being h word, making out, shower sex in 2 different positions, female cunnilingus, eating of cums, after care

{ husbandrry - soft!harry - current harry era }

word count- 2,525

After seeing Harry on stage wet from the rain in Brazil, you become really horny and that leads to some intense shower sex when you get back to your hotel.

You'd say you have a fairly normal sex drive. You don't crave sex twenty-four seven but when you do get that rush of blood that surges through your pussy, its strong and nearly painful if its not taken care of rather quickly. Luckily for you, you have a wonderful husband that will satisfy your every sexual need, no questions asked.

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Tonight was going like every other night when Harry has a concert. You standing off to the side of the main stage, watching him prance around while singing his little heart out. But after about the third song it started to rain. Jeff, Harry's manager and friend, handed you a poncho so you wouldn't get your clothes wet. You were thankful because you in fact didn't want to stand in wet clothes for the remainder of the show.

On the other hand, Harry had no choice but to get wet. At first you worried that he'd stop the show because he was getting his expensive outfit and styled hair wet, but he was having a blast. The rain didn't stop him from giving the crowd his absolute best performance. Harry embraced the rain.

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The further the show went on the more and more you noticed Harry looking extremely sexy. Well he always looked sexy in your opinion but sometimes he looked extra sexy. Just something about his tan skin glistening under the stage lights from the rain and his hair no longer in the perfectly styled curls but more so wet, flat ringles hanging in his face. Dare you so, it had your pussy throbbing.

And what made this little issue of yours even worse was when Harry sang certain songs, he'd turn towards you and give you innocent cheeky grins or those seductive eyes that only you can pick up on. You had to stand with your legs crossed for the remainder of the show just to soothe the ache between your legs.

The only thing that got you through the rest of the concert was the knowledge of knowing half the people in the crowd wanted to fuck your husband, guys and girls, but you were the one who actually gets to do it. You were the only one Harry wanted to fuck as well. That thought alone made your horniness levels skyrocket but you knew that once he got off stage he'd help you with that.

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As soon as Kiwi was over with and Harry scampered his way backstage, you made a beeline backstage yourself to go find your husband. When you do see him, he's being handed a towel to at least dry his face off with but you don't care. You run towards him and jump in his arms, legs wrapping around his slender waist and arms around his neck.

It causes Harry to stumble backwards a foot or two before he mutters, "Woah love, what's this for?" If its a special night like the night he got his banner for fifteen consecutive nights at MSG or him headlining Coachella he expects this time of affection, but tonight wasn't anything too special. Other then he hasn't got to play in Brazil in quite a few years.

Knowing people are around, you whisper in his right ear, "Wanna go back to the hotel, really, really bad. Need you." The first sentence you whispered didn't tell Harry much of what your problem was. He thought you may not be feeling good. But the second sentence told him everything he needs to know. You needed him, in other words, you're horny and need him to take care of your horny needs.

Harry just giggles at your confession and turns his head so only you can hear before whispering back, "Alright, alright. My eager baby. Ten minutes top and we'll be outa 'ere. Let me say goodnight to everyone and I'll get the driver to pull 'round back."

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As soon as you step foot into your hotel room, Harry is stripping his wet clothes off. The ride back to the hotel was super uncomfortable with his soaked clothes sticking to his skin but also the boner he's now rocking after your confession to him earlier. Harry is a giver and a giver's favorite thing to hear is that they are needed. So by you saying you needed him, it turned him on pretty much instantly.

The wet clothes are left in a pile on the hotel floor which isn't the best idea because he knows Harry Lambert will gripe about it tomorrow but he couldn't care less right now. He needed to fuck you. Now butt ass naked, Harry comes towards you and pins you against the wall by the door. You waste no time in leaning your head upwards and crashing your lips with his. The kiss is anything but gentle.

Your teeth clink together as you both fight for dominance. Tongues caressing each others while you swallow the others moans. You feel Harry's hands come down and start to unbutton your jeans and you're thankful because you don't know how much longer you could have lasted in them. You take it upon yourself to lift your shirt over your head, breaking the kiss for only a second.

After your jeans are undone, Harry tugs them down your legs and you unclip your bra, freeing your full breasts. That leaves you standing with only your underwear on. Harry pulls away from your mouth so he can kneel down and take your panties off when he notices something. "Fuck," he groans as he sees the damp patch on your underwear, "you soaked through your panties, baby. All for me? Seein' me wet on stage got you all wet didn't it?"

You nod quickly in agreement and spit out while looking down at his crouched body, "Yes, yes, now fuck me, please. Can't wait any longer."

Harry hurries in pulling down your last article of clothing before standing back to his feet and helps you to jump up and latch onto his body. Now both completely naked, he carries you into the hotel bathroom where he plans to fuck you in the shower. You can feel his hard cock brush against your pussy as he walks and it causes a moan to erupt out your mouth. Your clit is so sensitive and swollen that one slight touch to it could cause you to orgasm.

He has to put you back down to your feet to adjust the water temperature but as soon as the shower is nice and warm, he lifts you up again and carries you inside the glass door, closing it behind him. As the water pours down onto his back, Harry carefully presses your back into the tile wall and leans his head in, kissing down your jawline and towards your mouth.

Into the kiss, you whine desperately, "Please baby, need you so bad."

"Shhh, love, I've got you. You know I always take care of you, don't you. Gonna make you feel so good." Harry replies before going back to fully kissing you. He snakes down his right hand and first runs his fingers over your pussy, just double checking if you're wet enough. He can never be too safe when it comes to making sure you only experience pleasure.

When he in fact feels how wet you are for him, Harry grabs ahold of his shaft and with a tug or two, positions it at your entrance. You're so eager that you take it upon yourself to push your hips forward and that causes his entire dick to slide right into you. "Oh, fuck!." you moan while throwing your head back. That leaves Harry's lips level with your neck which he starts to take advantage of. Him still holding you up with each hand under your thick thighs and ass.

As Harry begins to kiss and suck on your damp neck, his hips start to thrust back and then forward. He's so thick and long that it causes your toes to curl where you have them locked behind his back, right above his white ass. "You're so tight, love. Feels so fuckin' good." Harry mutters against your wet skin. His words almost make you lose the strength to keep yourself wrapped around his body.

"Ugh," you moan, lifting your head forward to glance at his face, "I'm gonna come." At the angle he's fucking into you in, it's direct stimulation to your g-spot and the repetitive nudging of it, you can't help how fast your release is approaching.

"Already?" Harry questions with surprise in his tone. He didn't realize you were this turned on. You see him wet all the time. Whether that's him getting out the shower or bathtub. Or him swimming in the summertime. So he doesn't know why him getting wet on stage due to some rain has you this horny.

"Yeah, I.....," you begin but are cut off by your orgasm. It even shocks you how fast it approaches. Normally it takes you a few minutes to come from penetration alone, sometimes not coming at all unless you have clit stimulation, but tonight something inside you was different. Harry doesn't stop fucking you as he brings you through your orgasm. Your chest is heaving and your pussy contracting around his cock has Harry's knees nearly buckling to the floor.

As you start to come down from your high, you're about to apologize for coming so soon when Harry says, "Such a good girl for me, mhm, so good." Normally a guy would be upset over their partner coming so soon or when they didn't tell them to come yet, but Harry isn't like that. He's definitely the type to make you come over and over again, until you can't take it anymore. He gladly wants you to come when you feel the need to. It's more pleasurable for him when he sees you experiencing great pleasure.

Harry goes to set you down on your feet, holding you for support because he knows your legs are a bit wobbly, and you question, "But.... what about you?" Thinking he was done fucking you and would let his erection pass naturally. What a dumb thought that is.

Harry laughs and replies, "Not done yet, baby. Turn 'round and face the wall." You do as you're told and he situates your hips how he wants before you feel him slipping inside you with ease. You gasp from how sensitive your walls are. Now Harry begins to fuck you from behind. The water in the shower does make it harder to do begins you're all slippery and wet but luckily there is a metal bar for you to grab onto as you bend over.

The sounds of skin clapping echo throughout the bathroom and it's getting harder to breathe with all the steam filling up the closed in shower. The glass walls and door of the shower are completely fogged up now. Your boobs hang towards the floor from your bent position and Harry wishes he could get a better view of them. He loves your tits so much.

After another three minutes of thrusting into you from behind, Harry can feel himself near orgasm. To make sure you come with him, he leans over your body, chest pressing into your wet back, and drags his hand down your body until he finds your clit between your legs. "Come with me, baby. Come another time, f'me." Harry whispers in your left ear.

You honestly doubted if you'd come again from penetration alone but thankfully you have a husband who knows exactly what you need, when you need it. He knew you'd have trouble coming from just the fucking beings as you did minutes ago and that was super rare as it was. So dragging out his thrusts as he nears his orgasm, Harry's fingers rub over your clit in just the right pattern he knows you love.

It only takes a few seconds before you're coming for the second time. This orgasm of yours triggers Harry's and he's coming as well. (you're on birth control) A loud, deep moan escapes his mouth and his toes curl into the shower floor. You can feel him spurting his cum deep within your walls and the feeling of his fingers never stopping on your clit makes you nearly pass out. It's all too much.

Once you both come down from your highs, you think this was really it and Harry's gonna start to wash you and him up. Little did you know he wants to push you to a third orgasm. When he slips his softened cock out from your pussy, he helps turn you around, making sure you don't fall as you stand straight, and drops to his knees. "H, what in the......?" you go to ask but have your answer fairly quickly when his lips attach to your clit.

"Mhm-ugh, babe, too sensitive." you hiss from the slight pain. He knew you didn't actually want him to stop. You feel his tongue dip between your pussy lips and collect a mixture of yours and his cum. Harry has never shied away from tasting his own jizz. You look down and see his tongue coated in white colored creams and you almost come at the sight. Then he brings his cum covered tongue back up and starts attacking your clit again.

He makes long, feverish licks up and down your clitoris and you reach down to slot your fingers through his wet curls, pushing his head forward. "Har... of fuck, I'm gonna come again." you yell out. Your back is against the shower wall and your legs are shaking but Harry has a grip behind each of your thighs to prevent you from falling.

Then suddenly you come for the third time tonight. As you come, Harry switches from licking back to sucking your clit and it makes you feel even better. He can feel the tiny nerve literally pulse in between his lips. More of your mixed cum oozes out your cunt, dripping onto the shower floor.

When you start to come down from your last high of the night, you have to physically push Harry's head away or he'd stay there all night. He gets back up to his feet and can see just how warn out you look. Now is time for the aftercare you deserve.

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Harry supports your body upright while you stand and allow him to bathe over you. He washes your hair and body and you turn into mush. He's so fucking caring but especially after something so vularble like sex. Once he's done with you, he quickly washes himself off and then helps you out the shower.

He dries you and himself off and puts on your clothes for sleep. That being you in a t-shirt and panties and him in just his boxer briefs. Then after brushing your teeth, he helps you get into bed and you cuddle into each other. After saying "i love you" to one another, you fall into a deep sleep. Exhausted from the concert and the sex in the shower.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[puffpasstea]

Brazil

A/N: another satellite blurb cuz….well, the photo. warnings: smut. It’s basically just smut. Some Dom!harry ———

Harry quirked his eyebrows, smiling mischievously as our eyes met in the full length mirror in front of him. It was a small moment of private, telepathic communication between us, in the middle of the pre-show rush backstage. We were surrounded by crew members left and right, so there wasn’t much that I could do or say, but the look in his eyes, and the smile he was giving me, were more than enough to let me know that he could tell exactly what I was thinking as I watched him get dressed. I felt my cheeks grow hot, and red, with recognition. In a split second, our non-verbal exchange was interrupted. I blinked, and Harry was surrounded by people fixing his hair, touching up his outfit, Anthony’s camera lens inching closer to capture those moments. Whatever moment we’d just shared had definitely passed. I stood up, leaving the comfort of the cream colored couch that allowed me to be a fly on the wall, and simply watch, as everyone scrambled to get ready for the show, and went to check in on the band. Mostly in an effort to redirect the filthy thoughts that had already festered in my brain at the sight of Harry with his pants slipping down his waist.

“hey,” I greeted Sarah and immediately made myself useful, helping her zip up her dress from behind. Everyone else seemed ready, checking in with their instrument techs to make sure the stage was set up, awaiting the countdown to showtime. I plopped myself into the empty hair and makeup chair and pulled out my phone, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram. The air was sucked out of my lungs when, unexpectedly, I came across a photo Harry had just posted, a mere few minutes ago. What a sneak! He knew exactly what he was doing. His sequin pants hanging off his legs, his black Calvin Kline briefs hugging his thighs above his very clear tan line, and, of course, the “Brasil!” Tattoo that he’d cheekily teased people with the previous show, on clear display. He’d done this on purpose. Any hopes I might have had of banishing my inappropriate thoughts were promptly squashed by Harry’s brazenness. A tingle rushed down my spine, and I might have even felt my thighs squeeze together ever so slightly. Fuck it. I rushed out of my chair to go find Harry.

I was too late. He was sipping on some water as various crew members asked for his confirmation on the final details. I stood in the doorway, waiting for his eyes to catch mine, so I could subtly signal to him to meet me in his dressing room, or something, but the disembodied voice on the speakers announced that he needed to head to the main stage. Fuck. It was gonna be a long show. ———

“Hi baby,” Harry greeted me in the hall, panting as he jogged through, the light bouncing off the yellow and pink sequins of his clothes and giving him a dreamy glow. He was a sweaty (sexy) mess. Someone appeared behind him congratulating him on the show and handing him a towel. “Thanks.” Harry nodded before turning back to me. “So, how was the show?”

I was in no mood for small-talk. I grabbed onto the sleeve of his jacket, pulling him straight into the dressing room and locking the door. “it was that good?” Harry laughed, his breathing still slightly heavy. i shut him up with a desperate kiss, crashing our lips together harshly, and pushing him up against the door. Harry’s eyes fluttered shut instantly. My hands felt around his shoulders, pushing the jacket off of him to reveal his upper body. His naked torso glistening with sweat, his taught arms wrapping around me, my hands eventually finding his curls; we stayed like that for a moment, simply kissing.

I couldn’t wait any longer. My lips began to travel down his salty, sweat covered skin. From his jawline, to the crook of his neck, his shoulder blades, and eventually his chest. Harry moaned, resting his head back against the door, and looking down at me with hooded eyes. “What’s got you so- fuck- so eager?”

I couldn’t believe his smugness. “Seriously?” I looked up at him in between kisses. “You post that slutty photo online,” I bent my legs slightly, sliding down his body to kiss on his stomach, “right before the show,” I bit at his skin, causing him to jolt in surprise, “and you have the nerve to ask me what’s making me so eager?”

Harry’s chuckle was interrupted by my trembling fingers fiddling with his pants. I let them drop and pool at his ankles as I sunk to my knees to be at eye level with his crotch. The black briefs, the tan line, the Brazil tattoo. Finally.

A sharp pain in my scalp disrupted my trance. Harry’s fist had grabbed my hair and twisted it into a hold. “Did you forget who you’re talking to, little one? Hmm?”

I opened my mouth to respond but no words came out. Instead, a pathetic squeak. “no permission to touch, you call me ‘slutty,’ when you’re the one who can’t control herself.” He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, and shook his head. “Bad girl.”

My eyebrows furrowed, looking up at him through my lashes as I struggled to control the desperate pout of my lips.

“what do you say?” Harry sharply reminded me, as his tight grip on my hair pulled harder to raise my gaze towards his. “p-please?”

his free hand slapped me across the face, knocking the wind out of me.

“please what?”

“please sir?”

Harry smiled in satisfaction. “On your feet, c’mon.” His hand remained firmly in my hair as he got out of his pants, using it as a handle to pull me across the room. I winced and struggled to keep up with him as he got us to the couch.

he sat down on the couch, but, when I went to join him, he pulled me down to my knees. “You stay there. Didn’t say you could sit.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“You’ve been very impatient. Don’t think you deserve my cock…don’t whine. You know it’s true. But since I’m a nice person, I’m gonna take pity on you and let you cum, anyway.”

I failed to hide the smile that immediately formed on my face. “oh wipe that smile off y’face darlin.’ I’m not that nice. You wanna come so bad you’re gonna have to do it yourself. Ridin’ my thigh.”

I felt myself blush with excitement and embarrassment. Harry reached over and hiked up my dress, pulling my underwear harshly and shaking his head at the damp spot on the fabric. “What a whore.”

My eyes darted to the floor, unable to look at him. “c’mon, now. Let’s get this over with.” He patted his tattooed thigh.

I stood up, awkwardly straddling his leg and gasping softly at the contact between his skin and my wet folds. “Fuck.”

Harry’s finger quickly found my clit, rubbing it to the rhythm of my movements, and he had me moaning out his name in no time. “Does that feel good, honey?” He smiled. I nodded repeatedly, as if my moans weren’t enough of an indication.

“Use your words, darlin,’ let me hear you say it.”

“feels- so- good, sir.”

“good girl.” Harry grabbed my hands, wrapping them around his neck. “Hold on tight.” He whispered in my ear, bouncing his leg and upping the friction on my clit. “fuckkkk, sir, I- ahhhh- I’m gonna-“

“what is it, my love? Hmm?”

I wish I could say his condescension didn’t make things hotter, but I’d be lying if I did.

“May I- ah- may I please cum, sir?”

“tell me how much you want it, baby.”

I was too turned on to be embarrassed. “So, so much, sir. Please, sir, please.”

“Go on, sweet girl. Cum for me.”

the words were hardly out of his lips before I felt the wave crash through me, shaking me from head to toe as I screamed out his name.

my body fell limp against his, my face buried in the side of his neck as I trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through me. “thank you, sir” I mumbled, weakly, against his skin.

Harry kissed my forehead, cheek, and shoulders gently whispering “I love you.” In my ears.

[delicatepointofview]

[juanasunfall-blog]

A little “sequel” to “just a bit of comfort”. They went on that trip to brazil.

Harry´s letter to McGonagall: "Dear Minerva, lots of love from Brazil! (Snape sends his regards, too) You can´t really see it in the photo but he is enjoying himself immensely. Up to this point we have found so many weird looking plants and shroom-thingies, he´ll probably be able to fill a whole storeroom with the stuff. I assume as soon as we get home, he´ll barricade himself in his potions lab and we won´t see him until christmas. But it´s nice to see him so stoked, he almost smiled at me today (don´t tell him I told you that). Hope you are doing well, we´ll see you soon, love Harry"

[ethernalium]

Harry quase virando o título do nome do filme dele.

Harry Potter e o Prisioneiro de Azkaban (2004)

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Harry and team watching the Brazil vs South Korea world cup game in Sao Paulo, Brazil - Dec 5 2022 (x)

[twopoppies]

Hahaha the boyfriend was holding the sign 🤣

Harry really is the worst. 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

[kiwikiwiandkiwi]

apparently, that's anthony, harry, sarah, and mitch at their hotel in rio (and mitch is holding his baby!!!) (x)

[nrvscig]

actually im the CEO for the brazilian marauders AU, everything and anything i say is automatically true. paulista from zona leste remus? canon. carioca flamenguista james? the truth. i am the prophet.

pls tell me if any of you would like a more detailed post abt this! i'd love to make it

[goodblacknews]

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