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In which princess!Y/N wants a baby and she wants one, right now.

HELLO!!!! WELCOME BACK TO PRINCE!HARRY - or in this case now king!! in this part of the story, Y/N and harry have been married for a year and harry has been king for a couple of months! this fic contains smut and bad language!!! enjoy, my loves !!!!! <333

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Princess Y/N wanted a baby.

Y/N thought it was the right time too. Harry is now king, they’ve been married for a year and are completely settled into their home.

It seems like everywhere she looked there were children. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have a few of her own. Someone to care for, to love, to teach. Being a mother was never top of her list, she never ruled out the possibility but it just wasn’t something that was on her mind.

But then she met harry.

Harry is amazing with kids, he’s amazing with the little children in the village across from the castle and his nieces and nephews. Of course, it’s different when they’re not your own Y/N completely understands that. But seeing Harry with other children sparked something inside of her.

It’s a miracle she wasn’t pregnant after the first few months they had met. They were never careful, always too caught up in each other’s love and harry made no move to pull out — Y/N definitely wasn’t complaining though. After getting married everyone expected to them have a baby a few months after, but with harry being king the “When are the babies coming?” questions lessoned. But now that Harry is king and Y/N is done with most of her duties, people are expecting a baby.

And Y/N would like one too, preferably before winter. She had heard horror stories around the village that most babies don’t even make it to christmas. The winters are cold and almost unbearable, even if this made her seem selfish she wanted her baby to have a chance at living. Even if that meant she’d spend the whole of the summer tending to her child.

Harrys lips pressed to his wife’s forehead, bringing Y/N back to reality as she melted into his touch. She smiled up at him, placing a hand on his chest.

“Now, whats got you so worked up” Harry asked, Y/N sighed and shrugged a little embarrassed. Harry loved when she got all shy like this, it was rare because she was so confident and truly spoke her mind about most things. Harry admired her confidence and bluntness, something he lacked sometimes. But when she got all blushy and shy, it made harry go all warm inside.

“You’ll laugh at me” Y/N mumbled sitting down on the ledge of the table. They were in harry’s office, Harry liked Y/N to be present while he made decisions. She’s a smart woman, harry wouldn’t of made it this far without her. But sometimes it can get a little boring and Y/N goes off in her own world.

They really don’t like to be without each other if they can help it.

“Well, it depends what it is. Have you done something?” Harry asked placing his hands on her waist. Y/N shook her head as her hands traveled up to his shoulders, her ring glistening against his suit.

“Did you fall down the stairs again?” Harry asked and Y/N slapped his shoulder bringing her arms down over her chest.

“You said you wouldn’t bring that up again”

Harry just pressed his lips to hers, his hands coming up hold each side of face. His thumb caressed her cheek and Y/N’s hands travelled to his chest and her legs wrapped his waist pulling him in closer. Harry grunted and pulled back.

“You want me to fuck you on this desk?” Harry asked and Y/N nodded biting her lip.

She pulled his head down and bit down on his ear. “I want you to put a baby in me” She whispered and harry moved looking into her eyes. He grinned immediately kissing her.

“I’m not wearing anything underneath this dress” Y/N said, harry moaned and began to kiss down her jaw. His hand moved down to her dress pushing it up to see her thighs. Harry grinned, getting down on his knees, placing little kisses up her thighs. Harry’s hand roamed her sides, his fingertips making Y/N shiver. She bit her lip to hold in the moan, as harry moved her legs apart.

Harry began to tease Y/N, kissing right above her core. “Need your mouth” Y/N moaned, her hands coming to his hair. Y/N pulled on it, making harry groan.

“So desperate”

His stubble rubbed against her thighs, driving Y/N absolutely crazy.

“My girl, so wet for me” Harry said, as his finger ran up her slit. Y/N’s hips buckled up at him finally touching her, harry smirked to himself. Harry began to rub gentle circles on her clit, Y/N’s hips continue to buckle at the contact.

“Need your mouth, right now.”

Finally, Harry pressed his tongue against Y/N’s clit. She moaned loudly, bringing a hand up to her mouth. Harry moved away from her pussy and shook his head.

“Wanna hear you screaming for me” Harry said, Y/N nodded and then harry got back to work. He pressed his lips back to her clit, flicking it back and forth with his tongue and then wrapping his lips around it letting go of it with a pop.

“God” Y/N whimpered, leaning back on the table.

Harrys looked Y/N in the eyes as he ate her out, bringing Y/N over the edge. Harry hoisted her legs over his shoulders, as his tongue furiously licked her clit over and over again.

“I’m gonna cum” She moaned her hands gripping his hair.

Before Y/N could cum, harry turned her over on the desk. Harry pulls the dress above her waist, marvelling at the sight of her bare ass. He placed his hands over her ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze.

“I’m gonna put a baby in you”

Y/N whined and leaned on the table, turning her head slightly. “Yeah, going to cum inside me? Put a baby in me?” Y/N moaned, harry slapped her ass. Harry quickly pulled down his trousers quickly, releasing his red cock full of precum.

Harry pumped his cock a few times, before placing his cock in her dripping pussy. Harry moaned at the feeling, warm and wet. He moved his hands to Y/N’s waist, holding on tight. Y/N began to move her hips back into his cock, and you both created a good rhythm. The sounds coming from the both of them were extremely sexy, turning them both on.

“Love the way your pussy is so wet for me, it’s made for me”

Y/N nodded moaning loudly as harry pounded into her with no mercy. The desk was slamming against the ground, and Y/N is sure everyone in the house could hear them. She didn’t care though, it turned her on even more.

“Oh fuck” Y/N whimpered, as harry thrusted into his smacking her ass.

Harry began moving faster and faster, Y/N’s hips bucked up and down. She was going to cum.

“We’re going to cum at the same time, ok? Make sure we put a baby in you” Harry said.

After a few more thrusts they both cum, the climax so electric and euphoric. Y/N gasped and her legs shook, as harry continued to pound into her riding out their orgasms.

“I love baby making with you”

Y/N smiled tiredly and whined as harry moved out of her.

“Another round?”

if I really think about this scene and his lips in this scene i feel butterflies in my stomach 😭🥺

my bday just got a whole lot better🥵🥵🥵🥵 HIS PANTS ARE UNDONE I CAN'T

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my brain straight thought about him edging you and all you want is for him to finally just fvck you and then he say what is in the video 😭😭

EDGING

A/N: you asked for it and im serving it. get ready for the juice!

WARNING: adult content, edging... bc he is just obsessed with it.

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

He is still wearing his light blue shiny shirt.

And nothing else

You’re lying across the king sized bed of the hotel room you share, only your lacy thong covering your soaking wet pussy that’s throbbing for him, a pained whimper slips through your trembling lips when he steps closer to the bed and wraps a hand around his rock hard cock, staring down at you with greedy, dark eyes. This is not the soft Harry who likes to cuddle you every night, who brings breakfast to bed just to see you smile first thing in the morning, who always surprises you with little gifts to brighten your day.

No, this version of him is dominant, demanding and in full control of you. Just how you like him.

He came off the stage extra cheeky tonight and judging from the way how he could barely keep his hands off of you at the venue, you knew things would get heated pretty fast as soon as you’re alone.

“What do you want, baby?” he murmurs, a sly smirk on his lips as he gives himself a few slow, but sturdy pumps.

“Harry, please!” you moan, your thighs shutting closed to create some friction at least. He’s been taking his sweet time with you, he stripped out of your dress as if you were a gift to be unwrapped, made you stand against the wall as he sank to his knees, biting into your ass cheeks, his hands coming to tease between your legs that were shaking from excitement. Then he threw you to the bed, like an absolute cave man and made you watch him strip from his light blue pants and underwear, leaving him only in his shiny shirt, because you told him before the show how much you liked it.

His chest is rising and falling in a steady rhythm, some of his post concert sweat is still glistening on his warm skin and you’re dying to touch him, but you know if you don’t do what he tells you, you won’t get what you want.

“Keep them open, baby. Want to see how desperate you are for me,” he warns you, a hand coming to push your knees apart so he sees your wet cunt. “Touch yourself, let me see just how wet you are.”

Your hand moves down your chest and stomach until you reach the elastic of your underwear, but before you could reach under the fabric, he speaks up.

“No, over the thong. Want to see it drenched.”

Another whimper falls from your lips as you press your fingers against your clit, finally feeling your nerves reacting to a touch, but it’s not the one you desire the most. You move your two fingers up and down, pressing the lacy fabric into your cunt, between the lips as it soaks up your arousal.

“Does it feel good? Or do you want something else, baby?” he hums, cocking his head to the side as he keeps stroking himself lazily.

“Feels good, but I want you!” you breathe out as you try to get yourself closer to relief, but your body is working against you. It only wants Harry and you can’t blame yourself.

“Yeah? You want this?” he asks glancing down at his throbbing dick. Your voice dies in your throat so you only nod, but it’s not enough for him. “I want to hear you, baby. Beg for it.”

You moan at his words, your thighs twitching to close again, but you remember what he said about wanting them open so you force yourself to obey.

“Please!” is all you manage to get out. Harry steps closer to the bed, his hand letting go of his cock before moving to grab your wrist and pushing it away from you. With one swift movement, he rips the last piece of clothing, making you gasp from the sudden pinching you feel as the fabric gives up around your body, and he throws it to the side without batting an eye. It’s not the first piece he has ruined and surely not the last one either.

He places a knee to the edge of the bed, leaning over your shaking form, his cock springing freely with each movement he makes and the way his tongue slides across his lips gives you shivers.

“You know just one please is never enough for me,” he warns, his voice low and raspy after tonight’s show and you could come just from his words at this point.

“Fuck, Harry! Just… Ugh!”

It’s torture, how his fingertips tap on your clit a few times before drawing a few slow circles, teasing and playing with you.

“Just what, huh? You want my cock? Does your pussy want to be properly fucked?”

“Yes!” you cry out, your whole body on fire. He grabs the base of his cock, brings his hips closer, just enough that he can drag the tip across your lips, pushing a tiny bit into your hole, but pulling back right away. “Harry!” you moan almost as if you were in pain, but in a sense, you are. Every second that passes without him inside you is a painful one and you want him to end your misery.

“I told you, I want to hear you. You ask nicely, you get it. Stop being a brat and use your words.”

Fucking hell, this man will be the death of you.

“Harry, please! I need you to fuck me, need your cock inside me, please! I’m begging!”

The smirk on his face is so smug, so confident, you love it even if he is making you suffer. You’d do anything for him and he knows exactly just how much power he holds over you.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” he chuckles, dragging the tip across you once again, tapping it a few times on your clit, smearing your wetness all over him and you as well. He pushes himself against your hole again, just the very end of the tip entering you, but doesn’t move, only watches you through lustful eyes as you fall apart for him.

“Harry! Fuck me, please!” you cry out, one hand coming flat against his toned stomach as he moves a bit closer, hovering over you. Running your hands up his chest, his neck, you lace your fingers through his hair and pull him down for a needy kiss that he returns gladly. His lips are sucking and tugging on yours, tongue invading your mouth, melting together with yours as his cock is still not inside you.

“Love it when you are so desperate for me, baby,” he growls, positioning his hips so his cock slips between your lips and he moves a little, slipping between them, the tip pushing against your clit over and over again.

He keeps this up, his head moving to the crook of your neck, marking you up as always so you already know you’ll have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow, but now you just want to feel him everywhere.

Then he pulls back, lining his cock up with you and you’re sure he’ll finally give you what you want, but just as you feel the tip entering you again… he pulls back. You gasp, tugging on his hair a little harder as he smirks down at you, so pleased with himself.

“Harry…” you breathe out, but he just chuckles, enjoying the game.

“Edging,” he then murmurs and with one swift movement, he thrusts inside you.

He fills you up fast and so perfectly, you’re convinced you were made for each other. He doesn’t give you time to adjust to him, starts moving rapidly, slamming his hips against yours mercilessly, pounding into you just how you like it. One hand comes to your thigh and he urges you to lock his waist with your legs, you’re more than happy to obey, allowing his cock to bury deeper into you.

“So needy for me, yeah? Who fucks you the best, baby? Let me hear it from you,” he groans into your neck, wet lips brushing against the spot he sucked on earlier.

“You, Harry! Only you!”

“That’s right. You’re mine,” he growls before biting into the soft skin, making you gasp from the sensation.

He is pounding into you so hard, you keep sliding further up on the bed until your head reaches the headboard. He stops for a moment, turning the two of you around so you’re on top, one hand on his chest, the other holding onto the headboard and you barely get situated before his hands grab onto your hips and he starts thrusting up into you, doing the job himself instead of making you ride him.

“Fuck! You’re so good, Harry! I’m so close!”

“Want to cum, baby? You think you deserve it?” he teases you, a few curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, his whole body glistening in the dim lighting.

“Yes! Please, let me cum!” you beg, your eyes meeting his and an animalistic growl erupts from his chest. He pushes himself up into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around you, caging you in them as one of his hands comes to your lower back, guiding you, hinting that he wants you to finish it.

“Ride my cock and make yourself cum, Y/N. Come on, I want to see you using me.”

“Fuck,” you gasp as you start moving your hips, arms clinging onto his broad shoulders. His face is buried in your neck and chest, kissing you wherever he can reach. Though you love the shirt on him, you want to feel him fully naked, so you tug at the fabric and he is quick to rid himself from it, his naked, toned arms wrapping back around you as you relentlessly ride him, feeling your orgasm building up and nearing.

“My girl is using my cock so well, look at that. You like it? You like my cock?”

“I love it,” you nod eagerly and craning your neck you capture his lips just when you feel the end nearing. “Can I cum? Please, Harry, I want to cum so badly!” you beg to him against his parted lips, your breathing mixing together.

“Yes. Do it! Cum all over my cock, baby!”

That’s all you need to explode, pleasure washing over your entire body like a tsunami and you scream his name, your walls tightening around him which brings him over the edge as well. He cums inside you, filling you up so well you’re sure it’s gonna be dripping out of you very soon. He is gasping and panting against your chest, his breathing warming your already heated skin.

You stay like that coming off your high, his hands gently rubbing your thighs, ass, hips and back, lips peppering soft kisses onto your collarbones. When he moves the two of you, laying you to the bed you grunt as he slips out of you, leaving you so empty, already aching to feel him inside you again even though you’re completely ruined at this point.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he mumbles, kissing your lips softly before getting up from the bed and disappearing in the bathroom. He returns with a damp towel and he carefully cleans you up, but you don’t miss the smug grin on his face when he sees just how good he fucked you, his semen dripping out of your now sensitive cunt.

“Like what you see?” you chuckle tiredly.

“I sure do. Love to see my girl full of me.”

“And you’re full of yourself,” you scoff, but reach for him to pull him down for another kiss. “I have to get up to pee, but I’m so tired.”

“We also should have a shower,” he smiles, pecking the tip of your nose. He reaches under you and easily picks you up into his arms bridal style and you have no idea how he has the energy to carry you to the bathroom after a show and the way he just fucked you. You stood at the backstage the whole time and only rode him at the end and you’re still completely sent.

He carefully sets you down to the toilet and you do your business without a care as he starts the water in the shower, grabbing two towels for you. When you’re finished, he helps you into the spacious walk in shower so you don’t slip and then insists to soap and wash you, taking good care of you. And just like that, he is back to caring boyfriend mode.

And you just love all versions of him.

Jealous

“Ohh let’s go in here!” you smile, dragging Harry’s hand into yet another shop. The two of you had been shopping for almost 3 hours now and Harry was over it. He hadn’t wanted to come in the first place, too much attention, too many fans and paparazzi and he had no interest in watching you try on dresses all day, he just liked to see the end product at the event. Plus, all he had wanted to do today was lay around on the couch and watch yet another movie. You, however needed a dress for the dinner party Harry was taking you to next week and so you had convinced him to come and help. After trying on nearly 20 dresses that did not work, his hopes of finding one for you were ending and he was just going through the motions at this point, hie eyes rolling as you opened the door and walked in.

“Hey welcome, if there’s anything I can help you with just give a shout, my name is Jordan.” The boy smiled and gave you a wink. He was cute. Blonde hair, styled back in a wave similar to Harry’s. Bright blue eyes watching you move throughout the store, his toned arms lifting boxes of clothes that needed to be hung and organized. Harry groaned at his welcome, and you lightly smacked his arm in response. 

“Thanks, we will!” you smiled moving to the section where the dresses were hanging. 

You moved through the rack, handing Harry all of the options you wanted to try on. After Harry’s arms contained almost 10 dresses, you moved to the fitting room. Harry was hunched over in a chair across from your fitting room scrolling through his phone without a glance in your direction. You tried on the first dress, it was a short and very tight black cocktail dress. You walked out and did a spin, finding Jordan at the entrance of the fitting rooms putting away the clothes people had chosen not to get after they tried them on. “Well?” you asked Harry with a smile. 

“Yeah, it’s nice, you look beautiful.”

“Harry you didnt even look.” you sighed, annoyed with his behavior. You were about to walk back in to change but Jordan stopped you.

“What’s the occasion, may I ask?” He smiled, his blue eyes slowly making their way up your body with a smile.

“Uh a dinner party.” You smiled back. “What do you think?”

“I love it, your boy is right, you look beautiful….” That got Harry’s attention. He glanced up, sitting straighter in his chair and looking over at the dress you had on. “I would say that’s more for like a clubbing atmosphere rather than a sit down dinner party.”

You grinned and nodded, “That’s crazy. I was thinking the same thing.”

“Yeah me too.” Harry mumbled. “Definitely not a dinner party option babe but you can for sure pull it off in a club…”

You gave Harry a weird look and slight laugh before walking back in and trying on another option. The next dress was a tight, floor length red gown with a high slit up the side. You walked out and modeled it with a smile. “I like this one.” you grinned.

Jordan, still watching nodded. “That might just be the one….I mean wow-”

Harry stood up, walking over to you and grabbed your hand, softly spinning you in a circle. “(y/n)…you look incredible.” He bit his lip and looked up and down your body slowly. “I don’t even have words.”

“You know what though?” Jordan walked over as well, shifting through a rack of dresses in the corner. “While that is definitely the style I would go with….maybe try it in more of a classy evening color.”

“I don’t know…” Harry said with a frown. “I really love this one…you look absolutely stunning.” He glared over at Jordan and you laughed at the reaction.

“You know, there’s another style I think you would look amazing in…and it’s all black, floor length, perfect for any upscale dinner event. ”

You nodded and smiled at Jordan, “That would be great thanks.” He nodded, walking away to grab the dress.

“Ugh.” Harry groaned giving you a look.

“What’s that about?” you were looking at the dress you had on in the floor length mirror. 

“I think you would look amazing in this other dress…let me just go get it for you.” Harry mocked. You turned around laughing and shook your head. “Seriously I mean come on he’s totally flirting with you.”

“Harry don’t be-”

“Here you are.” Jordan walked in, carrying a beautiful shiny black dress.

“Ohh I love that.”

“I knew you would.” He smiled and handed it over. “You’re going to look beautiful in it, you have the body…and eyes. This color really compliments your eye color.”

You smiled and Harry coughed, rolling his eyes. He was annoyed and getting antsy, moving around the dressing room in circles. You gave him a warning look and walked back in the dressing room to change. You had the dress on but the zipper was stuck so you came shuffling out looking for Harry’s help. Instead you found his chair empty. Frowning you called out, “Harry?”

“Oh, he went to the bathroom, can I help you with something?” Jordan come over with a grin, his perfectly white teeth sparkling in the light.

“The zipper is stuck….I can’t see to get it all the way up.” you mumbled turning around.

“Let me see what I can do.” Jordan walked up behind you, placing one hand lightly on your back, the other on the zipper. He moved your hair out of the way and tugged it all the way up. You turned with a smile, your eyes locking onto two very jealous and frustrated eyes walking back from the bathroom. “There ya go, you look amazing.” he smiled, making you blush a little.

“Thanks…” you smile back, walking towards the mirror. Jordan nods and returns to his work, while Harry stalks by with a sideways glance. You’re looking at the back when he walks over, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed together. “What do you think?” you smile presenting the dress with your arms out to the side.

“What the hell was that?” he growls, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the small dressing room.

“What are you talking about?” 

“That guy- he had his hands all over you, he-”

“He was helping get the zipper that was stuck.” you answered laughing.

“You could’ve asked me. I would’ve done it. There’s no reason that he had to do it.” Harry was whining.

“You were in the bathroom. He was there and asked to help. He was a complete gentleman to by the way.” you noted.

“You could’ve waited for me to come back and help.”

“Babe-”

“No. You’re not taking this seriously. The whole time we’ve been in here, he’s been all fucking over you and I’m not okay with it.” Harry was jealous. His eyes burning a brighter shade of green, his cheeks red from frustration. His arms were locked across his chest and the dimples you loved nowhere in sight due to the frown formed by his lips. “I don’t care what the reason was, there’s no fucking reason to have his hands on your back. There’s no reason for him to compliment you the way he was, I mean come on-”

“Harry.” you interrupted with a laugh. You walked over, placing a soft kiss against his lips. HE remained unyielding, turning his head and groaning.

“You’re not getting it.”

“There’s absolutely no reason to be jealous…”

“I-”

“No. Listen. I love you. You are the one I’m even looking here for. Nothing happened.”

“I know but still. Why can’t he keep his hands to himself.”

You just shake your head. “Well good news. This is definitely the one so we are good to go now. No more trying on any others. I love this one.”

Harry didn’t say anything just grumbled comments to himself as he left the dressing room so you could change out of the dress. You walked out, carrying the dress in your arms over to the counter. Jordan helped check you out. “I knew this was going to be the one.”

“Yeah so did I.” Harry growled. 

Jordan just smiled and nodded. “She looks beautiful in it.”

“Yeah I know.” Harry wrapped his arm around your neck and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “She looks beautiful in anything she wears.”

Normally, you would’ve been embarrassed by Harry’s outburst and obnoxious behavior but today it was cute. You liked that he cared enough to be jealous. He  had nothing to worry about considering Jordan was most definitely gay, but he clearly hadn’t picked up on that. Harry took the bag and turned with a grin, kissing you hard on the lips. “Thanks for the help with my girl’s dress.” Harry said too sweetly as he pulled you to the door. 

Outside he took a breath and you shook youre head. “You just had to be extra back at the check out didn’t you?” you asked laughing as he tugged your hand to the car.

“I needed him to know exactly who’s girl he was playing with.”

“Harry.” you laugh climbing into the seat he had just opened the door too. “You know he was gay right?”

“What?”

“Yeah, like no doubt.”

“Oh.” Harry stood there, mouth tugging into a smile.

“Does that make you feel better?” you laugh.

“Much.” he grinned. 

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A short request. I actually have another story based on jealousy that will be coming out soon so I tried switching up the vibe in this. Hope it works!

xoxo

masterlist.

by honeytryst.

a work in progress. please do not repost my work on any platforms without my permission. thank you so much for reading!

* = mature content

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RANDOM

harry as tags on my posts that have made me chuckle

one direction as greek gods/goddesses

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TAGS

pictures and videos of my harry concert

writings that I recommend you read

what I wish harry would wear

things that make me happy

a little info about me

answered asks

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SERIES

sunflower. | surprise; | savior;

where harry meets an endearing fan who has resilience for her not-so-uncommon situation. (pregnant!y/n)

wild card. | wild flare.

where an innocent game of UNO with tequila and a twist makes harry and y/n’s night go wrong. (best friend!harry)

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ONE-SHOTS

winter flakes.

where the holiday season brings upon a terrible first impression.

permanent lovers.

where two lovers are bound by the ink of the strange universe.

edge of the universe.

where y/n is younger, and harry fears that he will ruin her youth.

past lovers.

where 18-year old harry tries to get y/n to get back together with him (film student!harry)

xx.

where harry hides his true feelings behind a thoughtful birthday card.

fame.

where harry knows the industry more than y/n does. (singer!y/n)

missing piece.

where harry is in search of a muse and is running out of time. (dancer!y/n)

feline.

where y/n isn’t very fond of harry’s surprise.

don’t feel bad.

where y/n is 7 months pregnant and knows her husband all too well. (dad!harry)

miss you.

where y/n loses harry’s rose ring.

housewarming gift.*

where harry gives y/n a housewarming gift. (best friend!harry)

night terrors.

where harry’s daughter experiences night terrors for the first time. (dad!harry)

soft skin.

where y/n feels insecure about her skin and wishes it was soft.

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SHORTER STORIES

y/n cuts her hair very short and harry comforts her

y/n breaks her ankle

harry is ill and y/n comes down with something

y/n worries that harry feels under pressure

chasm convinces model!y/n to get back together with harry

gift wrapping … and harry saves xmas

what are your favorite drabbles you've ever done ?

something about harry being nervous to meet your extended family

something about harry fucking you so rough you can barely get up the next morning and he’s a smug little shit about it

something about harry being tired and pouty and begging you to fuck him

something about harry tasting himself after he’s through with you

something about harry having too much fun tempting you throughout the day

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MASTERLIST!!!

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Smut ❀

Fluff ☆

Angst ＊

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A/N: Just a hot lil somethin’ somethin’ I even threw in an extra inspo or two. And it’s very detailed…Enjoy🙃

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Amen

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