#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!

[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]

[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

[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?”

[33-81]

Italy with Harry

[minimindi]

Microfic May Day 24: elation

@microficmay

[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)

[charliewrites99]

To all fanfic readers

[lomllover]

grammys day

summary: y/n and harry are there to support each other at the grammys

warnings: so much fluff omg

pairings: husband!harry x fem!reader

word count:

"Y/N and Harry over here, to your right!!"

"Jesus, they're so loud and demanding." Harry said loud enough so only you could hear which made you let out a giggle.

"That's their job, H." You turned to look at him and picked up your dress with one hand and held his hand in the other. "Lets keep going, yeah?"

As the pictures went on, the more Jeff nagged the both of you to hurry up otherwise you’d be late for your performance and Harry would be late for his. “Jeffery, calm down its gonna be okay.” You jokingly reassured him and climbed into the limo. “H, let’s take a picture.” You handed Jeff your phone to take a picture and smiled at Harry as he pressed a kiss to your cheek then made you face him so he could kiss you on the lips.

Jeff made a fake gagging noise and you flipped him off while still kissing your husband. “Okay okay, I think I got the picture. You can stop kissing now.”

-

“Now before we move onto our next performance by Y/N Styles, I’m here with her incredible husband, Harry Styles!” Trevor said and the audience clapped. “I mean what can you say about this man that hasn’t been said, huh? Incredible album.. Mind blowing tour. What is it? 15 nights at MSG AND the Forum? Women throw their panties at this man,” He pretended to throw something, “And he puts them on and he looks better in them than they do.”

You were watching backstage and could tell Harry was very uncomfortable but what Trevor said next really made your blood boil.

“Easily the worlds sexiest man! Are you- There’s no competition! Sex. Symbol. Of the globe. Especially now that they’ve killed off the green M&M, no competition. R.I.P. This is the room, people. We’ve got LA’s very own Y/N Styles joining us now performing her hit song, Lavender Haze!” He finished and you smiled as everyone turned their attention to you. You had on a new dress since your other one was definitely too big to preform in.

The music started to play and you looked over to where Harry was sitting and gave him a small wave. The intro of the song started and you took a deep breath then began talking. “Grammys! How are we tonight??” You asked and the crowd cheered.

“Staring at the ceiling with you. Oh, you don’t ever say too much.”

“And you don’t really read into my melancholia.” You moved off the main stage just like you had rehearsed and moved over to the center stage because that’s where Harrys table was by and obviously you wrote this song about him. “I’ve been under scrutiny.. You handle it beautifully. All this shit is new to me.”

Those were important lines to you because after being not being in the public eye for as long as Harry, they obviously tried to cancel you for everything little thing but Harry didn’t care, that wasn’t the Y/N he knew and loved.

"All they keep asking me is if I'm gonna be your bride." You held up your ringed finger. "The only kinda girl they see is a one-night or a wife."

"I find it dizzying, they're bringing up my history. But you weren't even listening," The lights went purple and there was fog surrounding the stage. "I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me."

"Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say." You looked around the room and saw everyone standing up dancing. "No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me." You loved that line. Everyone always expected you to stay home, give Harry babies, and make him a nice warm dinner to come home to every night. But that wasn't what you wanted, you wanted your own career. Obviously you wanted kids as well but that was for the further in the future and Harry absolutely understood where you were coming from.

"Talk your talk and go viral, I just need this love spiral." Harry smiled brightly and mouthed 'I love you' to you which made you blush like a teenage girl. "Get it off your chest.. Get it off my desk,"

"Talk your talk and go viral, I just need this love spiral. Get it off your chest," You spoke that line instead of singing it. "Get it off my desk!" You moved back to the main stage and everyone cheered loud. "Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say. No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me."

"I just wanna stay in that lavender haze."

"Get if off your chest... Get it off my desk."

"That lavender haze, I just wanna stay." You moved back to where you originally started off at on the stage.

"I just wanna stay in that lavender haze." You bowed as you caught your breath then left the stage.

"That was so amazing, Y/N!!" You heard someone shout as you walked back to your dressing room.

"Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!" You called back and checked your phone to see all of your family members had texted you.

Mom

"Good job, honey!! You did amazing!"

Dad

"Can't believe my baby is all grown up, we love you Y/N"

Y/S/N

Attachment 1 video

"Good job, sissy. We were all cheering you on!"

Haz <3

"You did absolutely amazing, my love. I'll be in your dressing room in just a few xx"

He wasn't lying when he said that because a couple of minutes later, you heard a knock at the door. "Hey, do you mind getting that? I'm trying to get changed." You called out to your manager from the bathroom.

-

"And the Grammy for best pop vocal album goes to... Harry Styles, Harry's House!" JLO announced and Harry his his face behind his hands.

“Harry you did it!!” You stood up with him and hugged him tightly.

“Holy shit, Y/N.” He hugged you back and pulled away after a moment to hug everyone else.

Harry took the Grammy in his hands and took a deep breath. “Wow.. Thank you so much, this album from start to finish has been the greatest experience of my life, from writing it with my best friends and my wife, to playing it for you, it’s the greatest joy. I’d like to thank Rob, Jeffery, Tom, Tyler, Tommy, Tom, and Y/N. Thank you to everyone who inspired this album, thank you to all my family and friends. I wouldn’t be here without you, thank you.”

You cheered with Lizzo as loud as you both could and smiled when Harry made his way back down to you. “There’s my Grammy winning husband!!” You pressed a big sloppy kiss right over his dimple and wrapped his arms around his neck. “How’s it feel to know you have two whole Grammys now?”

“ ‘S amazing, sweetheart. I believe your category is coming up next.” He winked at you and your face turned red.

“Oh gosh please don’t remind me. I’m so nervous.” Your eyes grew wider as you both sat down.

-

“Here are the list of nominees for song of the year,

As It Was, Harry Styles.

Break My Soul, Beyoncé.

Just Like That, Bonnie Raitt.

About Damn Time, Lizzo.

Lavender Haze, Y/N Styles.”

“And the Grammy for song of the year goes to,” Jill opened the envelope and smiled. “Y/N Styles, Lavender Haze!!”

You stared at your champagne glass and you felt Harry gently shake you to get you to stand up. You looked up at him and let out a shaky laugh. “Oh my god.. Is this actually happening?” You asked him and he pulled you in for a hug.

“It’s actually happening, darling.” He pulled away. “Now go up there and get your award!”

You did as you were told and looked back at the screen to make sure it was actually your face up there. “Wow.. I didn’t have anything prepared because honestly I didn’t think I’d win. I mean I was up against Beyoncé and Lizzo, why on Earth would I win this?” You looked at the award in your very shaky hands. “Holy shit. Thank you so much to everyone who helped me with this song. Thank you to Harry for being my inspiration for this entire album, really. I wouldn’t be here without you, H. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You walked off the stage and went back to your table.

Trevor started talking again through the microphone and you stared at your hands in shock. “Oh my god, Harry. I just won a fucking Grammy.” You said, looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

Harry pulled your chair closer to him and placed a kiss to your temple as you leaned into him. "Mum wants a picture of both of us with our awards, are you up for one right now?" He asked, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

You nodded and watched as he handed his phone to Lizzo then helped you stand up.

"Okay smile!" Lizzo said and you both held your Grammys up to the camera with a huge smile. "Perfect, I took like a thousand."

-

It was the last category of the night, Album Of The Year, and man were you nervous. It was such a tough category against many talented artists but you kept reassuring Harry that he was going to win. "When you win, we're gonna go celebrate like there's no tomorrow." You ran your fingers through his hair at the back of his neck.

"Okay everyone, we're on in 5 seconds!" You heard someone say through the speakers and you put your phone in your handbag.

Trevor stood on the stage and smiled brightly. "To wrap the evening up, we have DJ Khaled and John Legend performing for us tonight but before that, we have one final category, Album Of The Year! Lets take a look at the nominees."

"Harry's House, Harry Styles.

Voyage, ABBA.

30, Adele.

Un Verano Sin Ti, Bad Bunny.

RENAISSANCE, Beyoncé.

Good Morning Gorgeous (Deluxe), Mary J. Blige.

In These Silent Days, Brandi Carlile.

Music of the Spheres, Coldplay.

Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers, Kendrick Lamar.

Special, Lizzo."

"And the Grammy goes to..." He smiled and opened the envelope. "Harry Styles!"

Everyone started cheering and you practically jumped out of your seat and hugged Jeff as tight as you could before pulling away after a moment and looking at Harry who had his face in his hands. "H! You did it, H!" You helped him stand up and then pressed a kiss to his lips.

He returned the kiss and then after hugging everyone, he made his way top onto the stage with you, Kid Harpoon, and Tyler. He took the award in his hands and smiled. "Shit! I mean-shit! Man.. Um, I’ve been so, so inspired by every artist in this category with me. At a lot of different times in my life I listen to everyone in this category when I’m alone, and I think on nights like tonight, its obviously so important for us to remember that there is no such this as best in music. Um-I don’t think any of us sit in the studio thinking, making decisions based on what is gonna get us one of these. This is really, really kind. I’m so, so grateful. I’m gonna pass it over to my collaborators who are- I’m just so uh, this doesn’t happen to people like me very often and this is so, so nice. Thank you very, very much." He handed the Grammy to Tyler and pulled you into a tight hug.

“I love you so much.” He wiped his tears on your dress and pulled back to admire your face.

"I love you so much more."

-

After you went home, showered, and got changed into comfier clothes, you and Harry headed over to Jeff’s house to hang out. Now you both were sitting on the couch with you in between Harrys legs with a wine glass in your hand.

“Okay but can we just talk about Y/N’s killer performance?” Jeff asked which made everyone look over to you.

“Oh gosh, my earpiece wasn't working at first and then they turned the lights purple and turned on the fog machine too soon and it was so embarrassing. They were supposed to wait until after I sang ‘I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me.’” You sighed and took a sip of your wine.

“Well you did amazing either way, my love. And you won your first ever Grammy!” He rested his hands on your stomach underneath your Forest Green Pleasing sweatshirt and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You put your wine glass on the coffee table and flipped over so your chest was pressed against Harrys and you closed your eyes.

Harry noticed this and ran his fingers through your hair. “You tired, peach?” He asked and you hummed in return. “Wanna go home?”

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and pressed a soft kiss there. “No no no, you’re having fun with your friends. Don’t let me ruin that.”

He nodded his head slowly. “Okay, well just let me know when you’re ready and we can go.”

-

You woke back up a couple hours later to all the lights off and the TV playing a movie. “Harry?” You looked up at him and placed a kiss to his cheek.

"Morning, sleepy head." He whispered and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

You hummed against his lips and smiled. "Where are Glenne and Jeff?"

"They went to bed, I was waiting for you to wake up but they said we can stay in their guest room tonight if we don't feel like going home, it's up to you, lovie."

"I'm fine with anything as long as I'm with you." You let out a yawn then nuzzled your face back into the crook of his neck.

Harry turned off the TV and slowly sat up which made you groan. "Before you go back to sleep, let's go get in bed and we can cuddle all you want."

Once you got up to the guest bedroom, you took off your sweatshirt and sweatpants so you were left in only your shirt then climbed into bed and snuggled up to Harry's now bare chest.

"Darling?" You heard Harry say after a few moments.

You looked up at him. "Yeah?"

"Thank you for everything you do for me, I wouldn't be here without here." He ran his fingers up and down your back.

"You don't need to thank me, H. I love you," You grabbed his left hand and kissed his knuckles. "We're in this together, remember? ‘Till death do us part’ then even after that you’re still stuck with me. It’s just us, baby, it’s you and I against the world. We don’t need anyone else.”

“Let’s have a baby.” He blurted out and your eyes widened. “Shit- Uh, I mean, do you wanna have a baby? I’ll be on tour only until July and then we can stay in England and out of the public eye contact and-”

“Harry,” You interrupted him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Of course I wanna have a baby, do you think we’re ready?”

He nodded his head. “I do, we’ve never been happier and I think it’s the perfect time.”

“Then let’s have a baby, H. I’ll stop taking birth control tomorrow and then we can start trying.” You yawned. “But let’s go to sleep now, yeah? We can talk about it more in the morning?”

“I love you so much.” He pulled you closer to him and kissed all over your face and down your neck.

You giggled and laid your head against his chest to listen to his heartbeat to fall asleep. “I love you too.”

-

hi hi! here she is in all her glory! lmk if you want a pt 2. for when they start trying to have a baby, i think i have a couple ideas on how i wanna execute it! as always make sure you reblog to help my page grow, if you just like then that won’t do anything for me! have a good day/night i love you all,

xoxo bella 🤍

[hxuse-xf-black]

Harry:

Regulus when Barty talks:

Baby Harry with Sirius:

Beth & Blaise after the mysterious passing of Husband #4:

Hogwarts students (especially muggleborns):

Andromeda, who's clumsy and doesn't want to wear heels:

[whitemancumslut]

Midnights (H.S)

part one of two

huge mommy kink, scroll if you don’t like. smut, minors i do not rec (MDNI), somnophilia ig, handjob, spitting, titty sucking, mentions of cumming on tits, during NYC Residency (Two Nights Between Night 5 and 6), do not expect accuracy on the actual tour dates!

Overall, Harry was very submissive.

But there would be moments he’d fall into his subspace under certain circumstances. One is if he was without you for so long. When he feels jealous that someone is getting more attention from you, many things could trigger such a vulnerable state for Harry. But right now it’s because this is your first night together since he’s been touring. You’ve been filming in L.A for months and weren’t able to make it to many shows unless it was through social media. You had just arrived in New York missing out on Night 5 of the residency, arriving just a day after.

He’s now hitting his 6th night in NYC and you couldn’t be more proud of him and happy that you get to experience the rest of the shows.

Harry just had a very enticing dream, making his friend make an appearance for the third time in the past 24 hours. When he woke up without being spooned, he whined feeling so cold. Your tight embrace on his waist was no longer there.

"Mommy," He grumbled lowly, palming the hard-on in his shorts. Groaning instantly when he applies the smallest bit of pressure on himself.

He wiggled his way out of the duvet and pouted when he realized you had been so far away from him.

The cool air in the bedroom made the hairs on his bare body stand up. Reaching over, Harry turned on his end table light, just by the push of the button.

He flicked his head over in your direction and there you laid, breathing so gracefully. You looked so pretty. Laying on your back, you’re bra-less with a tank top you threw on after the late night shower. The black and white PINK shorts you were wrapping around your curves so perfectly. Your left arm laid out beside you as you had recently rolled out from the spooning position.

Harry scooted his way over to you, fully shoving the duvet off his body.

The sheets scrunching up the closet he got to your slumped body. Harry laid his palm upon your stomach. Feeling your even breaths, he scratched lightly at your bare skin. "Mommy," He repeated.

You didn’t budge. He rested his body down next to you, pressing a wet kiss on your neck.

His cock twitched against your thigh and he moaned.

You weren’t a deep sleeper, nor were you jet lagged… Well, maybe a little.

Harry’s hand that rested on your stomach led its way up under your tank top. Looking down at the skin that came into view. Speeding up his actions, Harry pulled your shirt up revealing your perky tit.

His tongue twirled around your hardened bud, and is soon placed between his lips. Harry moaned when he began to suck on your nipple and start bucking his hips against you and his clothed cock was bumping against your thigh. "Fuck, Mommy," He whined into your breast. Your eyes flutter open, instantly letting your hand meet the back of his head. Your fingers hugging his tight curls.

"Baby?"

Harry let a soft gasp escape his mouth and instantly disconnected his lips from your nipple. When he heard your angelic voice in his ear, his eyes glistened. "Mommy," He said quietly. "It hurts," He mumbled.

He’s looking up at you, his big doe eyes making it seem as if he was pleading. He hissed to the feeling. The words immediately waking you up. "What hurts, angel? Speak to me," Your voice so gentle it sends butterflies to his tummy.

He doesn’t give you a verbal answer, though you know what it is. He takes your nipple back in his mouth.

Wrapping his fingers around your wrist, he began guiding your hand to his hard. Letting you palm his erection, you let your fingers apply pressure. "Oh, okay. Baby, sit up for a second. Want me to take care of you, hmm? Want Mommy to take care of you?"

He slips your moistened bud out of his mouth, with a soft whimper. "Yes, please." He answered sweetly, sitting up.

Letting you sit up against the head board, "Take your shorts and underwear off for me, Lovie."

He does as you say, taking off those short shorts that you could’ve sworn never showed his bum so much. You watched, admiring the way his large length escapes the barricade of his briefs and slaps against his tummy. The precum leaving a mark just by his belly button.

You called him over doing a ‘come here’ motion with your fingers, inviting him onto your lap.

He submissively crawled into your lap. Harry’s tatted thigh being covered by your hand caressing his thigh as he slid on your lap. He placed his hands on your shoulders.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you slowly moved your hand up to his cock. The thick vein was prominent as you took your thumb and traced it gently. He inhaled deeply when he made eye contact with you.

"Mommy please," He tucked his face into your neck. You tilted your neck so he’d be force to remove his face from it and look at you.

You looked down at his hip bones tense as he began grinding his hips, eager for you began. He looked so pretty, all fucked out before anything even happened.

You took his cock in your hand, wrapping your fingers around it as best as you can. His breath hitched when it finally gained warmth. "G-god." With the same hand, your reached up with your thumb smearing his precum that continued to leak. Running of his slit, his tip pink. He shivers to your touch letting his breath fan your face. Squeezing him gently watching him releasing little by little.

"Want to spit for me, angel?"

His hazy eyes come down to look at himself and his cock that had been in your hand. He prepares the saliva before gathering a good amount enough to let it spill out his mouth and hit directly on his shaft.

"Such a good boy," You praised quietly. His stomach turned at the praise and his toes curled. Resting your free hand on his bare back sliding it down to the side of his hips. Caressing him, soothing his body as he was high up.

He moaned when you began stoking him up and down. "F-fuck," His weight on your shoulders got heavy as he got lost in the moment. "Feel good, angel? What does it feel like? Talk to me and…" You pinched his chin with your free hand making him meet your eyes. "Lemme see your pretty face, eh? How does it feel?"

He pants lightly, his chest rising a bit faster than before, and his eyes fighting the urge to roll back, "Really, really fucking good, Mommy. So fucking good," He slurred out as you continued to stroke him. The hand that rested on his hips, now squeezing his bum making him muffle a low moan, "Mommy, more, more."

You nodded understanding his satisfaction with your touch. Grinning at the man that was totally gone, you looked down at his body. His thigh muscles tight. His tiger looking so sexy from your view as well as the rest of his body. Looking up at his tatted chest, his nipples hard and collarbones becoming more noticeable when he arched his back.

His lips so pretty and pink looking so plumped and swollen. No idea why it was just so hard not to kiss him. "C’mere," You told him wanting to taste him so bad.

He squinted, unable to get over the satisfaction he was getting from your hand. You used your other hand to cup his jaw, initiating a kiss. Harry leans in, out of breath, one curl resting on his forehead, pressing his lips against yours.

Thinking it’d be a quick peck, he pulls away. But you catch him again, pressing your tongue into his mouth as you stroked him faster and harder. He broke the kiss, his lips wrapped around your tongue before he detached his mouth from yours. His mouth forcing itself into an ‘O’ shape. His brows furrowed, mouth agape, moans pitched, so fucking hot.

"Oh my, Mommy. Fuck, yes. Please, I’m so-" He fucks your hand so gentle scared he’ll be crossing a line by trying to get himself in on your work. "F-feel so, so very good. Bloody fuck," He cried out applying pressure on your shoulders. Bucking his hips up, fucking your hand, so close to his climax. The room filling with his tiny gasp and moans.

Knowing he’s close, you jerk him teasingly, leaning in and kissing his cheek. Slowing your hand pumping down, and leading up to his tip pressing with your fingers before continue stroking. "O-oh!" He twitched in your hand and his thighs began to shake gently on top of yours. Continuing to kiss around his face as he continued moving his head back and forth and side to side with his haziness. He was high up.

"So, so close," He alarmed you. "Want to cum on Mommy, angel? Know how you love it. What do you want? Wanna cum on Mommy’s tits?"

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Gellert at the first mention of the words "Elphias" and "old friend" in the same sentence: