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I've always thought about making H eat his own cum out of Y/N

What an Attacc™..,.,.,

He would do it at times. Right after he’s fucked her real nice and raw and she’s laying there before him, splayed out across the damp sheets, breathing rattling as her hair matts across her sweaty neck and chest. He’s sitting back on his heels, staring at her fondly with a slightly arrogant smirk on his face because he knows only he could do this to her. Only his cock could reduce her to such a primal and emotionally bare state.

Harry has his hands on Y/N’s thighs, thumbing over the heated skin with care and comfort, trying to help her reign back down into reality. He glances down between her legs, digging his two front teeth against his bottom lip as he sees himself spilling out of her, staining the sheets milky white and as well as tainting him with newfound desire.

So he leans down, pulling her wide hips towards his face, suckling the plush flesh of her inner thighs lightly as he makes his way towards her dripping heat, rubbing his nose gently across the simmering skin to take in the scent of utter sex she exudes, swimming in the way her knees begin to quake in anticipation.

“Don’t worry, pet. Jus’ gonna lick into you, s'all. Nothing too extreme…yet.”

He laps his tongue slowly over Y/N’s slick folds, toying the tip against the sensitive bud for only a second, smiling against her when he hears a sharp whine in response. And then he’s nose deep in her cunt, wetting his cheeks with a mixture of his release as well as her own, savoring his saltiness across his tastebuds along with tinges of her sweetness. His eyes roll into the back of his head, soft little moans and hums of appreciation vibrating into her core.

Harry can feel all the juices collecting at the corners of his mouth and running down his chin, which only pushes him to go in deeper, tongue wriggling it’s way into her tight hole to get every last drop out. He moves his face from side to side slowly, button nose knocking against the thick of her clit, which in return causes her to grab at his hair, tugging harshly in overstimulation.

He pulls back, wiping his face down messily with the palm of his hand, suckling his lips into his mouth as his irises twinkle with a narcissistic form of satisfaction.

“Fuck’s sake, babe. We taste so bloody good together.”

my baby's fit like a daydream

Bust (sculptor!harry) Masterlist

In which Y/N is an annoyance in Harry’s sculpting class.

“I, um… thank you.”

He was even more confused. “For what?”

She blinked, shivering when the cold breeze got to her, “For what you said back there.”

He easily glanced right over her head, down the hill at the little coffee shop, wondering what had happened to Rose and why Y/N was alone now.

She took a deep breath and got his attention again, “I uh… to be honest,” she stared at her feet, trying not to distract her train of thought by his lack of shoes, “when I first saw your sculptures they made me feel… seen. If that makes any sense at all.”

Part One: Chisel 

Part Two: Etch 

Part Three: Carve 

Part Four: Mold

Part Five: Blaze

info about this story: this idea came about because I was watching a lot of sculpting videos on youtube at one time. And so, if you’d like to have more of a visual of the type of things I imagine them creating in this story I would check out Ace of Clay or Tina Yu on Youtube! I’m not a sculptor nor am I super knowledgeable in it, so I apologize if I get details wrong. This story also deals with standards of beauty and includes a plus-sized Y/N.

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Summary: Harry is less famous than y/n, causing the whole world to believe he’s using her for her success.

Tags: angst, fluff, famous reader x less famous harry 

A/N: thank you so much @littledreamybeth​ for this request! I appreciate it so much xx 

I am taking blurb requests at the moment (this one just ended up being a bit long) so please send them in!

It wasn’t the instagram comments that affected Harry.

Though they were on every photo he posted of his love - whether it be a picture of the two of them backstage at his concert, or a picture of y/n fast asleep on the couch, having crashed after her own - he paid little attention to them.

Sure he saw them, read a few.

“Usually such a private person… and yet he’s posting all these photos of y/n… couldn’t possibly be chasing clout,” commented one of y/n’s fan on his photo of his love, smiling in the sand and drowning in the widest brim beach hat to exist.

“Can’t wait for y/n to realise he’s just a gold digger looking to elevate his career,” another wrote, bringing a frown to his face.

He shook his head at himself.

These people didn’t know him. Didn’t know y/n. They were either just over-protective, devoted fans or jealous ones. They didn’t affect him.

With that thought, he locked his phone.

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I can’t believe I’m expected to do things.. I am full time busy being mentally ill

Sinners Place

Anna is a twenty-one year old english teacher from Spain whose grown up catholic her entire life. Her mother and Father breathed and lived for one thing only: God. She’s always felt so suffocated when it came to church and had no room to discover anything other than. When surrounded by religious people your entire life, what kind of toll does it take on her mental health when she discovers it was being used as a manipulation tactic? She seeks help in the empty wooden booth of the confessional to wash away all of her sins, but she had no idea what was waiting for her when Father Harry overheard her confess to the one thing she regrets the most in her life.

Chapters List.

***updated weekly - ongoing story on wattpad

- Chapter One

- Chapter Two

- Chapter Three

- Chapter Four

- Chapter Five

- Chapter Six

- Chapter Seven

- Chapter Eight

- Chapter Nine

- Chapter Ten

- Chapter Eleven

- Chapter Twelve

- Chapter Thirteen

- Chapter Fourteen

- Chapter Fifteen

- Chapter Sixteen

- Chapter Seventeen

- Chapter Eighteen

- Chapter Nineteen

- Chapter Twenty

- Chapter Twenty-One

- Chapter Twenty-Two

- Chapter Twenty-Three

- Chapter Twenty-Four

- Chapter Twenty-Five

- Chapter Twenty-Six

- Chapter Twenty-Seven

- Chapter Twenty-Eight

- Chapter Twenty-Nine

- Chapter Thirty

Go Home

in which Harry is jet lagged and you’re completely humiliated.

To be fair, he said he didn’t wanna go. 

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TITTY FUCKING🗣🗣🧎🏼‍♀️

i love titty fucking omg lets GOOO 🤪 (this was made at 7:53 in the morning, so good morning to all the horny ones out there)

Harry sat over her chest, both legs on either side of her torso while his hands clutched her titties tightly in his hand. His arousal was spread across her chest, making a sloppy wet mess on her glistening skin.

“That’s right, fuckin’ hell,” He breathed out as his hips sputtered on her skin. She tilted her head back, staring up at him with a smirk as she watched him thrust his aching cock between her breasts.

Her titties smothered his cock perfectly, and he loved the way it felt. With each thrust, precum leaked down from the red tip of his cock, oozing down to her skin for more lubrication and easier thrusting.

“You like fucking my titties, baby?” She coo’d as her hands gently glided down his thigh, running her fingers over the tiger tattoo that stared furiously back at her.

“Y-Yeah, love it so fuckin’ much,” He breathed out hotly, his jaw slack as he continued to fuck his throbbing length between her sopping wet titties, “Make me feel so good, god, you are so perfect,”

“Yeah?” She mumbled as her hands cupped the underside of his balls, starting to slowly massage them. They were hard in her hand, twitching with each thrust.

“God damnit!” He hissed, his ring cladded fingers groping her breasts tightly. He spread them apart for a moment, jiggling them quickly. He spit down onto his cock, a long string dribbling down before lathering his cock.

He went back to suffocating his cock with her breasts, watching his cock disappear between her titties with each thrust. Her skin had apparent marks from his clutch, showing that she was owned by him and only him. As if it wasn’t the hickeys that he left all over her titties from foreplay that gave away the hint.

“Titties feel so good, baby, oh my god,” He whined out, a thin layer of sweat across his forehead as his thighs started to shake from the pleasure.

“You wanna cum for me, Harry?” Her voice oozed like honey, melting down her lips. Harry felt his cock twitch, his eyebrows pinched tightly in concentration.

“G-Gonna cum, y-yeah…” He panted breathlessly as his head hung low, his brown curls falling into his face to cling to his forehead.

She drew her hand around his thigh, all the way to his ass as she groped onto it tightly. She loved his ass, and he always loved when she grabbed it too. Felt so good to him, made him feral even.

“Cum on my face, then, baby. Wanna taste it.” She chose her words carefully, knowing that Harry would do just about anything to her this close to climax. If she asked him to fuck her face, his cock would be down her throat before she could finish her sentence.

“Oh my god, what you do to me,” He said in a half chuckle, a growl rutting through his throat to follow after. He pinched her nipples, both of them, rubbing his fingers all around them slowly as he pulled his cock from between her tits.

She took his cock into her hand, her tongue drawing out of her mouth as she started to work his cock quickly. It was heavy in her hand, she felt his veins prominently poke out with each stroke.

Harry stared half lidded down at her, muttering curse words from under his breath. She looked so fucking hot with her tongue out, just waiting for him to cum all over her tongue and lips. Harry could barely stand it.

“Baby, I—I’m cumming—“ His voice came out a whine as he leaned his body over her, his hand grabbing onto the headboard of the bed as his eyes pinched shut tightly. His stomach was on fire feeling her edge him till he spilled.

His hips started to sputter, his balls tightening as he came hard from his red tip. Harry let out a loud growl, hitting the wall with his hand as his ass sank down onto her torso in mercy.

Looking down, he saw the cum that landed onto her tongue, but dripped down onto her chin and even some on her throat.

She swallowed, but not without taking the taste in first. She loved the way he tasted, and wanted more of it.

Her tongue lapped up the spillage from her chin, swallowing that before leaning forward and taking his soft cock into her mouth to clean it gently.

Harry hissed at the feeling, he was spent, and overstimulated. She let off his cock with a small pop, her hand running up and down his thigh slowly as she looked up at him.

“Good boy, baby.”

STOP!!!! ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE IS MY FAVORITE STORY EVER AND THIS WAS JUST PHENOMENAL!!!! I need to know how she reacts to Harry’s confessionnnn!!!!

Ahhh ily so much and ok here we go…

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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?”