#harry is a house husband

[minimindi]

Elation -a Microfic May story

Text message convo between besties.... Harry is a house husband who's maybe not the best at it but Ginny knows this and loves him anyways lol

Harry: hey Hermione I need your help. ya ya I know, we’re adults now and I’m supposed to know how to do laundry by myself. But this spell just won’t work for me and if Ginny comes home and sees the place looking like Peeves moved in then I’m done for.

Hermione: oh Harry! If you can’t make the *simple* spell work for you (though I don’t think that’s the case) then just get the laundry done the muggle way. 

Harry: …… no. 

Hermione: Laundry done the muggle way is wonderful you dolt! I find it to be quite calming, and I rarely use the spell myself. 

Harry: Hermione please! You don’t want Gin to kill me. Please come over?! You’ll have this sorted in minutes!

Hermione: I can’t. I already have plans. 

Harry: ???

Hermione: They’re longstanding plans, weeks of planning you know. I can’t just cancel. You’re on your own Harry. I suggest you buy Ginny some flowers now before she sees the mess you’ve made. 

Harry: Don’t try to deflect from the topic… you have plans?! “Longstanding” ones? Is this a date?!

Hermione: Well I did get wine so I think it is. Yes, it’s a date. 

Harry: wait… didn’t the latest edition of Hogwarts, A History come out today?

Hermione: oh, did it?..

Harry: you’re going to be alone, sipping wine and reading it tonight, aren’t you?

Hermione: I even took time off this afternoon to get home sooner so that I have time for two read throughs! Once for enjoyment and once with the other editions open so that I can compare them. I’m so excited! You have no idea how hard it’s been to concentrate at work today. I’ve been utterly useless and I don’t really care. I’m too elated to care right now!

Harry: …………….

Harry: I’m… I’m being ditched for a book?

Hermione: goodbye Harry. Don’t forget to send the flowers to your wife. Good luck!

[ssshiversss]

More “Way of the House Husband” references

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It just works too well!!!

[meetmymouth]

cuore mio

from the series theadora.

for anon. smut. oral (f receiving), spitting, daddy kink, public sex.

"They're– Harry," she pushes his head away, and Harry lets out a groan, lips still puckered and wet from his kisses. "They're there..."

He looks up at the crowd in question.

Everyone's either drunk or too hot to care about anything around them. They're either singing, reading, or just taking a nap. He bites his bottom lip, looks around the small deck area they're on, and spots her beach towel she's been using as a pillow as she sunbathed before Harry interrupting her.

She watches him yank the towel away from where it's been sitting, and he opens it.

"What are you doing?" She laughs, eyes darting between the towel and Harry's boney fingers as he places it over their laps. "We look suspicious as fuck."

"They don't care," he murmurs into her neck, grabbing her by the side of it to move her closer to his face.

His kisses are slow, practiced, and wet. He smells of the beach, and the sunscreen she'd put on him a few hours ago.

And a bit of sweat.

She grabs him by the back of his neck, suddenly feeling too brave, and he opens his mouth, tongue finding hers as he sucks it into his own mouth. He smiles into the wet kiss, smiles at the noises she's making, knowing full-well he's got her under his spell.

Harry moves to her chin, then the side of her chin, her neck, then back up. He kisses her cheek with open-mouth kisses, and she giggles, hands grabbing him roughly, pressing him into her.

He lets out a growl when her hand touches his belly, then his cock over the shorts he's wearing. "You're so fuckin' hot," he whispers, forehead pressed against the crook of her neck. "So fuckin' hot."

"You are," she whispers, eyes trying to find his gaze.

He looks feral, eyes darting between each and every feature on her face.

He looks like a man on mission.

His hands say so.

"Yeah?" He bites the side of her neck. Hard. "I'm hot?"

She nods, watching his hand disappear under the towel.

She knows what's coming.

His warm hand cups her pussy over the tiny bikini bottoms she has on, and he lets out a moan, clearly not liking the fact that he has to work with yet another layer.

"Yes," she nods, voice quiet. "You're so hot, H."

"God– fuck," he bites into her shoulder, teeth almost breaking the skin. His fingers work the bikini bottoms and finally, they're pushed to the side, creating access for his long fingers. "You're so fuckin' wet."

She hides her face in the crook of his neck, smelling him, the smell of beach and sweat, and Harry retracts his fingers, quickly bringing them up to his mouth. He looks up at their friends, then back at her, and puts his fingers in his mouth, then moves his hand back under the towel.

She opens her legs wider, as discreetly as she can, and he breathes into her neck while his fingers rubs her pussy. He finds his rhythm quickly, the way she likes it, and she can't help but grab his other hand and place his fingers into her mouth. He rubs her pussy with his middle finger, bringing her slick up and down, and she bites his fingers in hopes of staying quiet.

She feels the coil in her stomach, so deep inside, and when he finds her hole, his palm pressing against her clit every time he pumps his fingers in and out, she feels like something gives up inside her. She feels hot, too hot, and she feels as though she's going to pee if Harry doesn't slow down.

She says as much while he licks the underside of her ear, lips then finding her earlobe and sucking on it as his fingers fucks into her harshly.

"Slower," she manages to whisper into his fingers. She licks them, kisses them, and Harry can't help but nod, hand going to wrap around her neck in a practiced manner.

His thumb strokes the side of her neck while he fucks into her with his long fingers, wet lips kissing and sucking on her warm, probably-sweaty skin.

"I love you," he chokes out, palm still creating friction against her clit. "I love you so much," he whispers, lips finding hers again.

She answers back, with her own kisses, wet mouths creating obscene sounds, and they're lucky Xander has decided to play music very loudly in the distance.

"Harry," a breath leaves her mouth, teeth clinking together, and he nods.

"Oh God," she fights his kisses, feeling too much all at once, and she leans her head back as Harry follows.

It's like he can't get enough of her mouth.

He abuses her lips with his, wet kisses all over her face, her mouth, and she feels his spit running down her chin, so she lets out another moan, hips already bucking up to meet the thrust of his fingers.

She feels it on the tips of her toes, her hands, her stomach.

Her cunt.

Everything feels on fire.

She's on fire.

"Gonna come for me?" Harry asks, voice raspy and low, and he licks the saliva that's running down her chin back into her mouth. He's clearly not looking for a response as he kisses her.

She can't help but nod weakly still, hand pressed against his. Then, she moves it to his upper body, fingers finding his pecks as she strokes the hair on his chest, then holds onto his necklace as he keeps fucking and rubbing her cunt.

"Come on," he nods, hair falling against his sweat-covered forehead. "Gonna come for me? For Daddy?"

"Oh fuck– fuckfuckfuck I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"Yeah, that's it," his abuse on her cunt becomes rough, almost more focused. Feral. He fucks another finger into her pussy as she squeezes around his fingers, and she moves her hips against his palm as she begins coming undone. "That's my girl. That's my good fuckin' girl," he bites her chin, making her lean into the touch. "Doesn't even care that we're in public..."

She feels like she's in a dream, Harry's fingers still deep inside her.

"No..." she moans– whispers more like.

"No," Harry agrees, forehead pressing in the crook of her neck. He licks there once, then leaves a kiss. "She doesn't care. You'll give it to me whenever and wherever we are, won't you, baby?"

"I love you," she nods, feeling cold all of a sudden, despite his fingers being inside her.

She feels him smile against her neck, and he looks up. "I love you. So much."

"Yeah?" She feels the need to ask. Again.

"I love you so, so fuckin' much," he kisses her cheek, his free hand wiping the saliva off her chin, and cheeks. "You're my heart."

"I am?"

"You are. You are everything."

[godofstory]

what's the best way to calm down an angry but horny prince?

a few hours later..

[itsscottiesstark]

NUMBER ONE BAYBAYYYYYYYY [x]

[ourlovingghosts]

Yea I don’t for a second think that James Potter isn’t Lily Evans’ housewife

[shifthours]

meeee and my husband we are having gay sex or whtever mitski said

[minimindi]

Microfic May Day 24: elation

@microficmay

[silly-little-guy-and-co]

I have two categories of favourite characters; there's "Look at my little guy :3 They're so amazing I wanna give em a kiss on the forehead :D" and "I wish to crush them beneath my heel" so I made a helpful venn diagram to visualize my thought process

[meetmymouth]

Just read leave the door open and now I’m wondering if Theaeora y/n has seen Harry do his business

Harry never thought things would come to this.

He's heard his mum and dad talk about him barging through the bathroom door without knocking. Anne said he loved making Des angry, and he only stopped doing it when he was five.

Theadora is four.

Whenever Harry–or Y/N for that matter–is in the toilet, or in the shower, they never lock the door.This means, Theadora can come in quite easily if she wanted to, which, she usually does– for some reason. So, when Y/N and Thea make banana bread in the kitchen after their tea, Harry does the stupidest thing he can ever do nowadays and lets them know he'll have a quick shower before joining them.

They both freeze at the words I'm gonna have a shower, I'll be back, and Harry tries to act cool, pressing a kiss on Y/N's cheek, then on Thea's forehead.

"Love you, be right back..."

Five minutes in, he's washing his face with his cleanser, still inside the shower, when he hears Thea getting cranky, he can tell by the yelling and groaning coming from the kitchen. He laughs, sorta feeling relaxed as opposed to his recent showers in the past few months because of her new hobby of coming inside the bathroom, and turns the shower off. He dries off quickly, and like a normal human being, he sits on the toilet, thinking he still has a few minutes since he can still hear her complaining.

He's just about to reach for the toilet paper when the door opens, and Thea barges through the door with Y/N in tow.

The small child has a reckless grin on her cherubic face, but Harry doesn't care– he feels frustrated.

"Theadora!" Y/N raises her voice, clearly as upset and fed-up by the reoccurring situation, and Harry sighs, sitting back with his hands on his lap, covering himself.

"Teddy," he starts, making eye contact with Y/N for a moment before his gaze falls back on Thea. "You need to knock, sweetheart, we've talked about this before, right?"

She bites her bottom lip, but she's not looking at him, she's looking at the rubber ducks sitting by the shower.

Y/N sighs. "Theadora, can you look at me?"

"Mhm," the ducks are forgotten. She turns to her mother.

"Actually," Harry mumbles, itching his thigh. "You guys can wait for me in the living room to have this conversation... again," he nods at Y/N. She's holding herself back, he knows. He knows a laugh is threatening to come out. "I'm in the middle of something here."

"Yes," Y/N nods, hands going to Thea's shoulders. "Come."

But, she doesn't move. Instead, she turns back to Harry, and Harry knows what's coming.

He just knows his daughter. He knows her so well, because he's been in her shoes before.

"Is daddy having a poo?"

Y/N bites her lip.

Harry rolls his eyes.

"Yes, Thea, I was. Go with mummy, I'll be with you guys in a minute, sì?"

"Sì... sì, daddy. I maked a banana bread with mummy, do you want to eat with us?"

"Thea..."

[godofstory]

it came to my attention that it's been a few days since last update with the Targaryens.

now that Jace and Aegon are FINALLY married I think it's time to see what the teenage ones are up to (also Jacegon and Lucemond are both on honeymoon atm)

[camlovesjace]

Jace s2 i literally adore you religiously

(he's serving cunt, fr)

[mulledcherrywine]

Act My Age

summary: harry gets a grey hair

a/n: can we talk about the cover image? like the RESEMBLANCE? it’s bad for me 🚬

Early Tuesday morning, you woke up from a pretty rough sleep. You didn’t see any point in trying to fight yourself back to sleep, and you had to be up in an hour anyway. Besides, as you could tell from his empty space on the right side of you, Harry was already up as well.

Half awake, you stumbled into the bathroom, rubbing your eyes from sleep. You would’ve nearly crashed into Harry had your eyes not cleared up.

He was bend over the counter, scissors just grazing the front part of his hair.

“Harry Styles!” you shouted, grabbing the scissors - as safely as possible - from his grip, “Are you mad?”

“Look!” he said, turning to face you and pointing to spot on his hair where the scissors had been moments ago.

“Okay, what exactly am I supposed to be seeing?”

“I’ve got grey hairs”

You narrowed your eyes, trying to scope out what he was talking about.

“Where?” you asked, gently skimming your fingers through the curls at the front of his head.

He faced toward the mirror, squinting to seek it out. After a couple of moments, he landed on the one hair he was loosing his mind over.

“See? There.” He indicated, the both of you now facing your reflections in the mirror.

You could see the small shiny strand in the darkness of his usual hair shade, but really only because he had pointed it out.

More than anything, you were glad you stopped him from taking the scissors to his hair. Harry was good at many things, but cutting hair was likely not one of them.

“Harry, you can’t even see that”

He sighed slightly, still affixing his eyes in his reflection.

You went around behind him, draping your arms over his shoulders, clearly tense from his anxieties of old age, despite not even being thirty years old yet.

“S’gonna be all grey soon, watch. Y’still love me then?”

You knew he was joking, but you could still sense the little hint of worry.

“You know what I think?” you said, resting your chin in the nape of his neck, “I think It’s pretty”

“I thought you couldn’t see it” he said, smiling suspiciously.

You gave a small kiss to the dimple on the side of his face.

“See what?”

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Italy with Harry

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