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love on tour: the rival

if the moon smiled, she would resemble you – Sylvia Plath, ‘The Rival’

part one

harry and you are no longer together and it’s complicated.

read part one here

She felt inadequate.

She felt guilty, ashamed that she’d just up and left without any explanation. He deserved one, an explanation of what was going on in her head that she felt the need to leave. Though, she thought herself to be a coward when it came to that; communication. So now, standing in front of him, looking into his eyes, she still feels inadequate, almost like a cheater– like she’s just wasting his time.

She shakes her head, trying not to notice the defeat on his face. “I– we shouldn’t talk about this tonight. I’m here to support you–”

“–Bullshit,” he spits, fingers running through his damp hair. “You’re fucking me over. Coming here, showing up here… you’re fucking with my head.”

“I’m not doing anything! I’m here because I know this is important to you.”

“Yeah? Well, you fucked with my head, again. Like you always do… like you did the last time you left. I mean– fuck. I should hate you. You knew I’d get all pathetic and beg for you to come back to me because when have I ever stood a chance when it comes to you?”

“Harry…” she tries. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking– I only wanted to show some support. I’ll–” she looks around at the empty room, trying to locate her bag. No luck. “I’ll go.”

She turns around. Harry follows.

He lets out a bitter laugh. “Go,” he says, nodding. “You do a fantastic job at that.”

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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?”

Remember….when…..Jack Whitehall said that Harry’s penis should get a ‘Pride Of Britain’ award…

and then proceeded to say that Harry’s the greatest swordsman Britian’s produced…. 

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love on tour: the rival

if the moon smiled, she would resemble you – Sylvia Plath, ‘The Rival’

part one

harry and you are no longer together and it’s complicated.

read part one here

She felt inadequate.

She felt guilty, ashamed that she’d just up and left without any explanation. He deserved one, an explanation of what was going on in her head that she felt the need to leave. Though, she thought herself to be a coward when it came to that; communication. So now, standing in front of him, looking into his eyes, she still feels inadequate, almost like a cheater– like she’s just wasting his time.

She shakes her head, trying not to notice the defeat on his face. “I– we shouldn’t talk about this tonight. I’m here to support you–”

“–Bullshit,” he spits, fingers running through his damp hair. “You’re fucking me over. Coming here, showing up here… you’re fucking with my head.”

“I’m not doing anything! I’m here because I know this is important to you.”

“Yeah? Well, you fucked with my head, again. Like you always do… like you did the last time you left. I mean– fuck. I should hate you. You knew I’d get all pathetic and beg for you to come back to me because when have I ever stood a chance when it comes to you?”

“Harry…” she tries. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking– I only wanted to show some support. I’ll–” she looks around at the empty room, trying to locate her bag. No luck. “I’ll go.”

She turns around. Harry follows.

He lets out a bitter laugh. “Go,” he says, nodding. “You do a fantastic job at that.”

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subrry with mommy kink and breastfeeding blurb? please?😩

"Mummy! Hurry up!" Harry shouted from the bed as he got into bed and rubbed at his eyes.

"Be patient," I called back and grinned as I heard him whining. Grabbing my floss, I flossed my teeth as quickly and thoroughly I could. Flashing my teeth at the mirror, I nodded satisfied, and shut off the light.

"Mummy," Harry cried as I walked into the bedroom. He made grabby hands at me.

"I'm coming, baby," I smiled and put my robe over the chair in the corner.

"Want milk," he whispered as he squirmed on the bed while rubbing his eyes again.

"Are you so sleepy tonight?" I asked as I pulled back the blankets on my side and slid under them. He always got a little emotional and extra needy when he was very tired.

Harry nodded. "Yeah," he replied and pouted as he moved closer.

Lying down on my side, I got comfortable before nodding. "Okay, come here," I said.

Immediately Harry put his mouth to one of my breasts and started suckling greedily.

"Take it easy, baby. Going to get a tummy ache," I whispered as I ran my fingers through his hair.

Harry blinked up at me before slowing down and suckling a little slower.

"Good boy," I told him while grabbing the blankets and covering us more.

Sighing happily, Harry switched over to my other breast and started suckling on that. His hand loosely holding me close, his fingers occasionally twitching against my back.

Closing my eyes, I let him suckle away as we slowly feel asleep.

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daddy!harry fucking you awake in the morning, your laying on your stomach with Harry’s hand holding you down on your lower back pounding into you. When you wake up your a moaning mess trying to grind your ass back into his cock trying to match his rhythm he then ask “you like daddy using your little body like this for his own pleasure don’t you princess? “And all you can do is nod and try to form a sentence but your so overwhelmed with wanting to cum you can’t , all you can do is moan.

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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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1:32 AM | harry styles.

summary: a series of moments in yours and Harry’s life together that seemed to occur around 1:32 AM.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

word count: 3.6k words

warning(s): nothing but fluff with a bit of husband!/dad!harry

a/n: (disclaimer: gif is not mine and belongs to @harryisart) hope y’all like this! i thought it was a cute concept. reblogs/feedbacks are very much appreciated <3

It was half past midnight.

You couldn’t sleep and it was practically driving you insane. You blame yourself for having a last minute coffee before bed. So stupid, you thought.

You tossed and turned in bed, drank some water, even tried counting sheeps; but to no avail, you could not get a wink of sleep. You sighed, thinking of ways to get yourself to sleep; you were lucky that tomorrow - well, today - was Saturday. 

You grabbed your phone from your nightstand, groaning as the bright light from the screen hurt your eyes. You scrolled through your contacts to find the number you were looking for. Harry.

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