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a/n: so im not saying that this is based on anything from the real life…. pls don’tcome after me lmao but i just HAD TO write this, the urge was too hard.

pairing: Harry X pregnant!Reader

warning: smut, kinda breeding kink? idk

word count: 2.5k

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You thought you were ready for anything and everything about pregnancy. You’ve been bracing yourself for these months years prior, watching videos, reading all the books, learning all the information you need to know about growing a baby inside your body. There shouldn’t have been any surprises about it, but yet your body can still make you go: “Oh, wow. I was not expecting that.”

You’re only nearing the end of your first trimester, the bump is small, not many people know about the news that you and Harry are gonna be parents, but during these three short months, so much has happened. It started with the morning sickness, you threw up every morning clockwise at around six am, as if your body had an alarm in it that screamed at you to put out everything you had in your stomach. Harry was by your side the moment your knees hit the cold tile and you leaned above the toilet, delicate hands brushing your hair out of your face as he gently soothed you, brought you water and a wash cloth.

Then you started to get nauseous at the weirdest smells, like strawberries, honey and then coffee. You couldn’t be in the same room as these things, because the moment you smelled them you were gagging with no control. Harry made sure none of those could be found at your home from that day on and you felt terrible for making him stop drinking coffee, but he didn’t even want to hear about your apologies.

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Fresh theme with a fresh, updated Masterlist! All the links WORK! I triple checked! You can also find my master list on my page, so enjoy (:

Blurbs:

i. All Of Angel Baby

ii. All Of Fluff

iii. All Of Smut

v. All Of Angst

Prompts:

(x) Prompt Requests

Fics:

(x) Holiday (incomplete)

(x) When Anna Left

Series:

(x) 9 Months (incomplete)

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(x) Theme Nights!

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here is the yachtrry w33d piece i promised for boyfriendathon!! sorry she’s quite late but you know how it is!! 

**smut warninggg

Within seconds, the red-hot ember is burning into your skin. You yelped, yanking his wrist up as you took a sharp inhale through your teeth. Sure enough, there was an angry little mark that was already swelling. 

“Oh, fuck. Baby, I’m so sorry. Fuck, are you okay?” He was instantly reaching for the icey glass of water in front of you.

“It’s not that bad,” you concluded with a sign in relief as he pressed the cold condensation to your skin. 

“Here, that’ll help with the pain.” Harry snorted, handing the joint back over so he could switch which hand held the glass. You smiled in approval and took an extra-long inhale just because you deserved it. 

The boat was barrelling toward Greece and the deckhands had informed you that if you positioned yourself downwind, there would be no issue with you smoking on board. You’d carefully selected your spot, falling onto the same deck chair with Harry as he sparked it. It was a rare moment for just the two of you on your trip. Of course, you were thrilled to be joined by so many of your friends but it left you and Harry with far less one on one time than you both desired. 

There was barely anything left when you flicked a large collection of ash into the tray a stewardess had brought. You passed the joint back to him with a guilty look as it looked even smaller in his hand. He raised a singular eyebrow in question before took a decent sized hit from what was left. His fingers were careful to avoid the small welt as his large, callused hands, shockingly absent of any jewelry, caressed over your buttery skin. He kept his hand on you as he leaned to stamp out the joint onto the tray.

He motioned you over to him as soon as his back was against the chair again and you gladly crawled into his lap, his arms crossing over your chest to hold you close to him. 

“Pretty fucking fond of you,” he hummed into your ear, his lips sponging a kiss to it as soon as he finished. You wiggled against him in satisfaction, nuzzling into him deeper. “Can’t wait to show you Greece.” His fingers began to trace the strap of your bikini top, his fingers teasing under the material to brush against your skin.

“Hey, H.” Jeff’s voice cut through, making Harry groan at the interruption. “Captain said another boat just reported some paparazzi ahead at that ridge, might be best to head in.” Harry went limp so his head came smacking against your shoulder, annoyance etched into his features with a scowl. Jeff threw him an apologetic shrug before turning back to the small group gathered at the hot tub at the front of the boat.

“C’mon, baby,” you encouraged, standing and wrapping the plush towel around your body. “Let’s go inside for a bit.” You reached out your hand for him, his body still splayed out like a rag doll. The trip had already experienced a few interruptions and it was really starting to wear him down. It was the first vacation the two of you hadn’t taken covert measures to meet up in private. You went to the airport together and the internet subsequently exploded with pictures. This created this sort of new fixation on the two of you. It was the most intense thing had been since in the two years you were dating and that was certainly saying something

Harry was having a hard time adapting. The last leg of his tour had been his most difficult yet. One of his crew members had fallen while working and gotten serious injured, which deeply troubled Harry. He’d wanted to cancel the show, make sure everything was safe and secure but with so much money and so little time to reorganize, the show still went on. However professional he might have been on stage, he was wracked with guilt and anxiety for the rest of the tour. Combined with the most extreme case of homesickness you’d even seen him encounter, he was more than ready for a little rest and relaxation. Which made these eagerness for photos of the two of you all that more annoying and intrusive. 

So, you figured you should bribe him. It was a small way you could reclaim your trip and Harry’s mood. Nothing better than sneaking off for a good bit of fondling so you two could enjoy your high tucked away. You shuffled back into the windows of  the yacht, your back pressed against the glass so you were completely blocked by the shape of the boat. Already so far out at sea, there weren’t any boats passing on the side of the balcony where he was still sitting. Though, someone passing through inside could easily catch an eyeful but it was a risk you were willing to take. 

You reached for the straps of your bikini, pulling it down your shoulders so the lycra yanked free from the curve of your breast. You puffed your chest out ever so slightly, as if in offering. As you exposed yourself to him, Harry froze in shock. His face was a a cocktail of intoxication, surprises, and sheer delight. 

“Take me inside, H.” 

He sprung up then and tossed his own towel onto the chair, immediately forgotten. You scooped yourself back into your top as Harry eagerly approached you. He waited just enough for you to situate yourself before firmly grabbing your wrist and tugging you toward the interior doors. 

“See yas!” Harry called to your group of friends. “We’ll be inside for a bit.” He giggled as he pulled you past them, moving so fast that you barely had time to flash them an unassuming smile over your shoulder. 

As soon as your cabin door was shut, he was on you. His mouth was hungry as sucked deep, hot kisses against your lips. His hands started at your face, cradling your jaw so his mouth pressed tender and firm to yours. Then he slid them over your shoulder, down your arms, to your hips. He dragged you into him by your lower half so your hips knocked together. He wanted you so desperately, you could just feel it radiating off him. From how he held you to how he kissed you to the low whine that he emitted when you broke apart. You were swimming in him and your high. He panted heavily against your neck as you tried to get your bearings. He spongued his mouth down the column of your throat until he reached your collarbone. 

His hands smoothed up from your waist, caressing the supple skin as he kept them on a path upwards. He met the tie on the back of your bikini the same instant he started to move you two toward the bed. You blindly followed his lead, taking little backward steps as he steered you until the your legs met the comforter.

He pulled one of the loose ends to untangle the bow of your top, pecking randomly across your chest. He glanced up at you, mouth still poised on your body, as he slowly peeled the top off you. Your skin is still cold from your ocean swim a few hours ago and goosebumps scattered over your naked breasts as his warm breath fanned across you. Your nipples instantly pebbled, your sensitivity rising as his mouth inched closer and closer. 

His kisses were still fiery, building tension in the pit of your belly and eagerness in your center. No matter how many times he had touched you, he always felt exciting. You had fleeting worries that one day he might wake up and never crave you like always had. That the ravenous feeling would die out and he would either resent you or grow bored of what you had to offer. But those feelings felt a billion miles away when he was moving against you like that. Moaning weakly against your skin at just the sight of you. 

Carefully, he pushed you down onto the bed. He grinned in anticipation as your body bounced gently against the mattress and your legs instantly spread for him. You stretched out your hands to him, inviting him to hover over you. He shook his head with his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to head the devilish smirk as his hands reached for your ankles. 

He dragged you down the bed. Stopping when your ass reached the edge of the mattress and plummeting to his knees in front of you. He grabbed ahold of your leg, reangling it to hang off his shoulders so you were open to him. 

His hands made quick work of rolling your swimsuit bottoms off, the sound of your heaving breaths swirling around you. You felt light, like you were and Harry were just floating together, everything else unimportant. Just the two of you, weightless and wrapped in each other. He was all you cared about, clearly marked by how loud your moans were growing as he kissed a zig zagged path up between both your thighs, laying on kiss to your right thigh before turning, inching up high and pressing another to your left. 

You shifted impatiently, sinking down the bed so your core was closer to him. He laughed quietly, a sound you can feel vibration through him with your leg slung over his chest. But his mouth keeps the same tempered speed as he inches up, pecking gently where each of your legs connect. His mouth circled your pussy, his mouth ghosting around the sensitive skin before his tongue slid over your folds. He sighed contently when he’s met with your slickness, his tongue licking over you in bold, flat strokes. He warmed you up like that, his tongue keeping an even rhythm as your cunt grows slicker under his mouth. 

Your fingers met the fringe of his hair, momentarily scrambling to pinch the clip out of his hair to be blindly tossed across the room. You tugged against the strands, his lips now working to suction over you, his tongue sinking euphoric circles around your clit. 

“Harry,” you gasped, your voice caught in your throat as you fought to speak over the moans slipping from your mouth. “More, please. Baby, give me more.” 

He dove into you further, his face buried against your pussy as his mouth worked over you furiously. You were almost positive any passerby could hear the obscene noises coming from between your bodies but you couldn’t care, just egged him on louder. 

“Yes, fuck, Harry. Yes!”

He devoured you, his saliva mixed with your wetness and dripped down his chin. His mouth was focused and knowing, his hands gripping under your ass so he could hold you against his mouth. As your belly twisted with your orgasm, your heel dug into his back and he held his mouth over you, keeping even pressure with his tongue on your clit as you came. You weren’t even aware of what sounds you were making, just the shuddering over your body and the throb in your center. 

He laid a delicate kiss to the top of your mound before he pulled away, the bottom half of his face glimmering in what little sunlight seeped through the blinds. His eyes were droopy but his grin was proud as he stood and he didn’t bother wiping his mouth before he dropped himself next to you on the bed. 

Harry rolled over lazily so your mouths could meet, the traces of alcohol and weed masked behind the taste of sex. He sighed, quite chuffed with himself as you parted, still holding you close. 

“Quick nap before we go again, yeah?”

so you prefer bf!harry or fiancérry? why?

hmm it's really hard to pick!! i love both!

boyfriendrry is something i can come back to always, there's something playful and warm and welcoming and easy about it. a man who you can always find staring at you from across a crowded, rowdy room. a man who is all warm palms sliding across your cheek kisses and a cheeky gleam in his eye with a joke on the top of his tongue. a show off but he really only cares if you're watching. he's the hoodie you stole that you duck your nose into to keep smelling him on fabric. he's looking so perfect in your bed that it's a wonder why he isn't there permanently. boyfriendrry is private and soft and sweet and that perfect long stroll of getting to know each other to falling in love and carving out a life together.

but fiancérry is also its own moment. a man who sits across from you in a dimly lit restaurant who's got the first three buttons of his shirt undo and is staring at you in such a way that it makes everyone around you disappear. a man who watches you getting ready and strategically finds a way for his outfit to compliment yours. a man who's obsessed with your relationship and your future. he's acceptance and love that has no end in sight. he's more open, ready to stop keeping you all to himself and start showing you off. it's not grandiose or particularly loud messaging, but he will definitely make it clear. that massive rock on your finger certainly does.

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.”

OK what if you & Haribo was fucking right,,,, and you were so wet that like YOU WERE FUCKING GUSHING AND JUST LIKE UGGGHHHHH.. HE'd ask YOU TO CLENCH AROUND HIM BC YOU WERE SO WET THAT HE COULDNT STAY INSIDE YOU!!!

“Fuck’s sake…” Harry growls all low and angry, the intense lust coursing through his veins causing a lapse of rage.

This is the third time in the last minute it’s happened. He’ll be fucking you so bloody good and then just slip right out, slick, dripping cock gliding up the middle of your folds, the swollen purple head prodding the bud of your clit.

Harry grunts in utter frustration, sitting back onto his heels for a hot second. He grabs at the rumpled sheets, wrapping them around his bobbing, throbbing cock and wiping himself off messily, brows furrowed and teeth gritted. “Can’t keep myself inside you, love. Too wet f'me.

He lets go of the damp blanket, cupping himself with his fingers and pressing his thumb just below the tip of his prick, pushing it against your puckered entrance. He tucks himself inside you, leaning forward slowly and letting out a long, broken groan as he sinks deeply into your tight warmth. “There we go, pet. Nice and snug, yeah?”

Harry grips the damp sheets around your body tightly– so tight he can feel his nails bitting into his palms through the fabric– as his hips take up his hard, rough slams again, your bruised thighs clenching around his sweaty waist, knees quaking as he rams you into the mattress.

He props himself up on his forearms, trying to press his lips to yours but he’s going so fast his head won’t stop bobbing, so an other-wise romantic kiss ends up as him smashing his mouth against yours, foreheads knocking and noses smushing against one another. He laughs in between wispy moans, swallowing down your whimpers and feeling them boil in his chest. “S'fine, darling. Tend to get roughed up, anyways.”

You throw your head back against the pillows, toes curling and nails scratching down his hard back, feeling the head of his cock prod at a sweet place inside you that makes your stomach flop and vision vignette. “Fuck, Har, right there!”

Harry can feel his ego inflate, drinking up your cries for release like a tall glass of fine wine. He moves his arm under your back, wrapping it securely so that his huge hand is gripping the opposite side of your torso. He uses this hold to slam you down to meet his thrusts, his prick nudging a spongey place inside your warm cunt that sends spikes of pleasure down his pulsing length. “Right here, baby? Like Daddy fucking you right here? Feels good, yeah? So fucking good.”

Everything’s building up on top of both of you, Harry chewing on your bottom lip and panting heavily into your mouth as his hair flops into his shining eyes as they laugh delightfully with the foundation of his release. He bites harshly, your lip swelling in his mouth, causing him to smirk into the sloppy kiss. “Y'like, that, don’t you, minx? Like it so rough you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

And then it happens again.

One second he’s using his knees to piston himself inside you, and the next, his cock is dabbing against your clit, having slicked right out.

Harry doesn’t respond with rage this time, but rather handles it with ease. He simply grips himself firmly and pounds back into you, stretching you out so good that you can’t help the garbled scream that stings your throat.

“Squeeze for me, babe.” His voice is low and raw as he presses both of your chests together, metal cross necklace dangling from around his neck, cold as it bounces against your skin. He dips his head down, taking the metal bit into his mouth and leaning forward over you completely, all in order to eliminate any space between you and thus any chance for him to pop out again. He murmurs his words through gritted teeth as they clamp down on the iron necklace.

“Need you to clench that tight little cunt around me, alright? Need you to keep me inside you. That’s it…Atta girl, princess. Taking Daddy so fucking deep and keeping me there, hm?”

Third Time’s A Charm

“What d’you think of this one?”

Holding an old ratty t-shirt he’s pulled from the bottom of the pile he’d been examining for the past twenty minutes, he looks absolutely triumphant - like he’s just found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow - and it makes your heart skip a beat.

“That’s a good one,” You smile and he wiggles his brows teasingly before turning back towards the vintage jackets rack he’d been eying, walking towards it while he hung his new treasure on his shoulder.

He’s pretty.

He’s so so pretty.

And he’s sunny, too. Like the sun had a son and decided to send him down to earth to live amongst mere mortals like you. His smile lights up the room and sends flames up your heart, that aches with how much you feel for him. He’s the sun, the moon, the stars… he’s everything to you and you don’t even know how to tell him.

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Okay but tanktoprry sitting you on his lap and burying his cock deep inside your pussy but he tells you that you cant move. Makes you stick your tongue out so he can suck on it and pinch your nipples until you squirt on his cock🤭

ur sick..... i like it

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"I said sit still," His voice was firm as his nails dug into her skin tightly, his jaw clenched as he felt her walls pulse around his cock. She let out a soft whine, clutching his forearms tightly. She panted out, feeling Harry start to rock his hips back and forth slowly as the tip of his cock hit her spot over and over again.

"It feels--god!" She cried out, pinching her eyes shut tightly. Harry chuckled darkly, one of his hands roaming to the back of her neck to grasp the roots of her hair. "Neeuugghh..."

"Be a good girl and shut up f'me, okay? Tongue out," He used his other finger to tap her lips slowly. She whimpered, doe eyes glued down to him as she poked her tongue out slowly. He smirked, forcing her head to come closer before sliding her tongue past his lips.

He sucked her tongue, massaging his own against it before flicking and kitten licking it carefully as he started to fuck his pulsing cock up into her with much force. Her stomach was on fire, feeling like she was going to explode into a million pieces. Harry's hand slowly roamed up to her stomach, past her belly button and to her nipples.

His two fingers pinched, twisted and flicked at them as his other hand took her hip and made her grind against his cock at a quicker pace. She cried out, nearing in tears as pants left her. Harry felt her pussy start to become drenched, knowing she was going to bust at any moment now.

Taking a handful of her breasts, he squeezed it harshly as he started to buck his hips up into her pussy over and over again. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, crying out as her head nearly tilted back from the pleasure. Harry smirked slowly, letting go of her tongue before taking her hips into his hands and watched as she fell apart on his cock.

"Fucked dumb, baby?" He chuckled out.

She couldn't even reply. The feeling of his large cock had her nearly in tears, her fingernails digging deep into his skin as she felt her orgasm burst through her.

"Harry! Oh my--god!!" She nearly screamed as she felt a pool of wetness start to drip from her, onto his cock and thighs. Harry pursed his lips, brows furrowed as he watched her squirt on his cock. Making a mess was always one of the--most fun things that Harry enjoyed.

"Mm, fuckin' hell, good girl--make a mess all over my cock," He said as he stroked her hair slowly, tilting his head as he watched her crumble until she collapsed onto him. Harry hummed as she continued to fuck her into her pussy, feeling his stomach twist in knots as the newfound wetness made his cock throb harder until he came thick long ropes into her.

He hissed out, biting down onto her shoulder as his eyes rolled back into his head.

It was a good fuck.

Hey Anna!! A girl with a big booty do you think harry would love it? Like when she walks, certain clothes she wear, during sex like how do you think Harry you act? Would’ve be obsessed wit it? I HAVE TO KNOWWWWWWWWWW late night though *hehe*

Hi babes! I would HOPE he would be into it lol.  The fantasy part of me likes to completely ignore the track record he’s had with stick thin models in the past.  

I personally think he would look so hot with someone curvy on his arm. Always having a hand in her back pocket or an arm wrapped around her holding to the very top of her hip, right above the curve of her behind so he can feel the lift and fall of her hips as she walks. 

I love the idea of her walking around his house in a big t shirt and a pair of his boxers and the underwear not being baggy on her? H has really narrow hips so I imagine he wears pretty small boxers and her filling them out, I think, is really fucking sexy. 

Him sitting at the counter in the kitchen watching her reach for something on the top shelf, exposing the tops of her thighs and the curve of her ass in the tight boxers. Seeing how the shirt rests on the curve of her ass and hips when she brings her arms back down, making his dick twitch with a need to press himself against her. Maybe coming up behind her and doing exactly that, gripping her hips tightly in his fingers as he presses his body against her back with his lips on her neck, whispering something filthy into her ear.  

Alright, I had this full blown image in my head earlier today of him having the front of her pressed up against the wall, standing behind her and lifting her hands up above her head. 

“Keep ‘em there,” whispering his request with his lips brushing against the skin behind her ear before he plants a wet kiss to the top of her shoulder. Pushing his hips against hers more when she arches her back to press her behind to his cock more.  Leaving one more kiss to the back of her shoulder before he’s kneeling behind her. 

He’s watching how her skin indents around his fingers as he squeezes her full cheeks in his hands. Pulling her hips towards him so that her back is arched and her ass is perched up for him. Spreading her cheeks as he leans in to lick her lips fully before slipping his tongue between her folds.  

Moaning into her when she gasps from the smack he leaves against her cheek, gripping it harshly as he holds her ass cheeks open for him to bury his face into her more.  Gripping and kneading and massaging her ass as he licks her cunt until she’s a moaning mess and begging him not to stop.  

Fuck, what a dream.  

do you have fwb!harry styles angst fics??

hi! i couldn’t find many, so if anyone has some please let me know!

Shampoo Bottles by @starsstruck

Wildest Dreams by @outofsstyles (only really angst at the end but its a must read its so good)

“It’s Not That Important” by @finestoflines

Three Rules   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4 by @goldenbluesuit

Jamaica Me Happy Masterlist by @for-fucks-sake-h