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Head Over Heels

A/N MetGala!Harry did a number on us all didn’t he ladies? Don’t know why we expected any different to be honest. So this is me taking inspiration and writing a little something about sharing that night with him. Hopefully it lives up to the hype for some of you (I’m anxious as hell). Massive massive thank you to my fave gal @waitingfortwilight for listening to me ramble about this all afternoon and to @talesofstyles for indulging me at 2am when Katie had the sense the sleep and drop out of group chat. 

Tagging some of my loves who reached out to me @for-fucks-sake-h, @theasstour and @harrygivenchy

Without further ado, hope you enjoy! Loads of love to all you babes xx

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The faint click of the hotel room door was heard from behind you, as you watched Harry navigate his way around your suite.

A flickering of yellow light lit up the space and contrasted against the harsh hall lighting that had filled your room a mere second or two ago.

Eyes washed over his svelte figure that donned the black lace and rayon crepe jumpsuit impeccably well, the fabric tailored to his body in such a way that made undeniably custom and undeniably his.

Harry busied himself, his back still turned to you as you admired him. Head down, fingers tapping quickly away on his phone as he read through what were probably instructions of the outfit change that awaited him.

You admired the way his hair was cut neatly into his neck, the length curling now as the night had almost come to its end, an after party awaiting you both. Falling around his ears and temples, softening his face in that way that warmed you.

The glint from the bedside lamp of the earring in his right ear caused you to breathe deeply as Harry flicked it on. He didn’t know it yet but you were going to ask for him to make that stay around for a little while longer yet.

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“You make me call your name

Now I gotta have one more taste

One shot of your whiskey kisses all on my lips

I keep coming right back.”

- Whiskey Kisses, Mic Lowry

A/N: hello :D this one shot was intended to just be a blurb of bartender!harry teaching the mc how do body shots (thank you to the lovely anons that suggested the prompt) but then it spiraled and now here we are with a full-on piece! I hadn’t written true, start-to-finish smut in a while and figured it was time for some filth 😌 hope you enjoy!

masterlist : ask : bartender!harry tag

word count: 10.5k

content: friends with benefits, flirty pest!harry, teasing, fingering, and oral baybeeee

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“So,” Harry clears his throat with a light cough, his other hand coming out from behind the hidden scenes with a large lime cradled at its center, “there’s two ways of doing body shots.”

He places down the lime, expertly halving it down the center and then quartering it in another swift cut, leaving the fruit in four even wedges. He wipes the knife off with a dish rag, twisting around to chuck it in the dirty dish tub behind him. He picks up one of the slices between his thumb and forefinger, holding it up proudly for emphasis. “There’s the disgusting college frat party version of body shots, and then there’s the proper adult version.”

Harry’s nose crinkles in distaste as an afterthought, his next sentence clarifying. “We’re doing the latter because personally, I think it’s gross to drink anything out of someone’s belly button.”

A small, feathery laugh escapes Y/N, her teeth then digging into her bottom lip to keep her jitters in check. “Whatever you say, you’re the professional.”

Harry gifts her a satisfied smirk at the minute stroke at his ego. “Good girl— that’s what I like to hear.”

The phrase was said with nonchalant humourous intentions, but it makes the pit of her stomach tighten nonetheless. She can’t keep it at bay, not when she’s heard those same two words come from him under very different contexts— not when he’s panted them into her mouth in such a desperate, needy way, eager tongue lulling across the inside of her top lip as his long fingers had marked bruises along her jaw, hips roughly meeting her sore inner thighs. 

It’s ingrained in her head and she can never disconnect it and she has a feeling Harry recognizes that, which gives him all the more reason to bring up such matters as often as possible just to fuck with her. 

And he truly is well aware of the effect it has. He damn well knows the way it disorients her when he offhandedly uses pet names and remarks that have made appearances during their sexual encounters; he knows the way it revs her and it amuses him more than anything to see her fidget and fumble to keep composure. He adores having that influence over her and he thrives on wielding it to his advantage. 

Y/N swallows down her nerves, feeling them lodge in her throat and refuse to go down. The way he slowly bats his lashes at her suggestively doesn’t help at all.

Harry reaches across the bar, hovering the lime wedge over her face. He taps it gently against the center of her lips, the acidic juice rubbing off and making her skin tingle. “Open up for me, yeah?”

Y/N’s lips part on command and Harry can’t stop the pompous hum that runs along the back of his throat. “Always so willing, aren’t you?”

or Harry teaches Y/N how to do body shots but lime juice isn’t the only thing that ends up dripping down his chin.

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Early Morning Woes

A piece where Harry’s hiking attire is making Y/N go feral

Y/N was barely awake before she was hearing the soft thud of his running shoes across the wood floor of their bedroom. Turning onto her back she stretched her arms over her head turning to check the time.

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Yours

Prompt: The one where a flirty waitress oversteps her boundaries and you want to remind Harry who he belongs to. 

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Smut and fluff. Jealousy. Sex in public. Word count: 5,565. Rated mature.

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on Mine! In my head, this is sort of a sequel, but you don’t need to have read the first story to understand it. Jealous!reader was a lot of fun to write this time. I would really appreciate any love or feedback. Hope you like this! x

The guilty look on Harry’s face that greets you when you return from the bathroom is all you need to know.

“What?” you ask him, as you place your purse down and scoot back into the booth to be close to him again.

You spot the folded piece of paper sitting in front of him and swallow hard. You have a feeling you already know what it is. You pluck the piece of paper off the table and watch the digits of a phone number unfold slowly between your hands. 

“Oh, this bitch-” you say, already trying to rise from the seat to find her face from between the other diners.

“Y/N,” Harry says, and his voice sounds like a gravely warning. His hand is gripping your wrist already. “Baby. Sit down.”

Your blood is boiling. You feel something akin to wanting to slap her and wanting to close the distance between you and Harry by straddling his lap right now, like some kind of animal holding down its mate - something, anything - to prove he’s yours. Something that says he’s mine. 

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Gang!/Punk!Harry and Baby Y/N

IT’S HERE! IT’S FINALLY HERE!! MY FIRST ORIGINAL PIECE!! I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!

a/n: hi!! i want to thank you guys for your support on my little sneaky peaky! means the world to me. i hope you guys absolutely love this. i worked very very hard on this. happy reading! :-) (also, i did my best to proofread this, so if you notice any mistakes, let this girl know)

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Waking up with Harry was different every morning.

Some days you’d wake up and find that H has taken all of the covers, leaving you cold and vulnerable to the chilly air. (Although he would repeatedly tell you that he in fact, does not do that).

Some days you’d wake up to find H in between your thighs, squeezing your hips so hard you think you might bleed and he’s eating you out so well, leaving you completely breathless and knowing there was absolutely nothing that could ruin that day.

But some days, like today specifically, you’d wake up in a different mood. Not necessarily a sexual mood or an angry mood. It was a mood you could never really explain, but loved when it happened.

You and Harry called this feeling “Baby Space”. It usually happens after the two of you had had a particularly rough night in bed, leaving you with beautiful bruises that you never want to fade, and completely sore the next morning.

It’s when you acted at a younger age, you loved baby talk and cuddles and coloring. You loved playing childlike games, and you loved to be taken care of.

When Harry cuddles you, and gives you a million and one kissies, and gives you the most relaxing bubble bath ever.

After he finishes cleaning you up and making you feel like the best princess in the world, you usually feel all giddy and happy and over-excited, almost like a sugar high.

H is usually able to coax you out of this little feeling with his sweet coos of “c’mon baby, harry misses you, come back to me sweetheart.” and usually that works. Usually.

~~~~~

Last night with Harry was amazing. Well, every night with Harry was amazing, but last night specifically was mind blowing.

You had been bratty. Point Blank Period. You were horny, you were desperate and you just wanted some fucking attention.

Harry has been so busy recently, being the leader of a gang will do that to a man.

Y/N usually understands this and does her best to be a good and patient girl for Harry so she doesn’t get any unnecessary spankings, so she tries keeps to herself busy.

She really is trying, bless her heart. She tries to be good because she knows if she walks into that room, she’s toast. She knows that if she were to walk in and bother Harry while he’s in the middle of his important meeting, she’s absolutely done for.  

She knows all this. She knows what’s in store for her if she disturbs him, but why are her two rainbow covered feet slowly dragging herself to that room? Is it because she thinks Harry is going to drop everything he’s doing and cuddle with her on the couch? Is it because she thinks he’s going to take her right then and there on the table in front of everyone?

She knows that none of that is going to happen. She knows that the second she pushes open that heavy wooden door, Harry is going to be pissed.

But she does it anyways.

Harry has told her (threatened her is more like it) a million times to leave him alone while he’s giving a meeting because, “Do you think the guys will take me serious if they see me drop everythin’ we’re talkin’ about jus to coddle you? No, pet. Jus’ be patient with me, Daddy’ll be ready for you in a mo’. Why don’ ya go wait in our bedroom for me and put on a movie, hmm?”

She doesn’t pay any mind to the consequences she’s absolutely sure she’s going to get. For now, all that’s on her mind is that she wants her daddy, and she wants him right fucking now.

She opens the door and it gives everyone a loud, obnoxious creak to announce her presence.

She walks in slowly and she hears all of the chatter in the room come to a stop.

“So we go from point A which is he—What’re ya doin in here Y/N?” he demands. He’s obviously pissed you have interrupted this meeting.

“I dunno, I just missed ya,” she stammers. “I jus wanted you to hold me? ‘M feelin a little bit small, and I-”

He walks over to her and backs her into the door she knew she wasn’t supposed to open in the first place. He interrupts her babbling with a whispering but harsh “What did we talk about Y/N? Thought we decided that  you don’t bother me while ‘m working. Go wait in our room and I’ll be there in a while”

And when you start tearing up and start whining, he gives you the worlds’ most deadly stare, the kind of stare that made you shiver and you’re immediately on your way back to your room, and you know you’re gonna get it when he comes back.

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It’s about an hour and a half when he finally comes back into the room, and he finds you all cuddled up to a bear H had given you for being such a good girl a couple weeks ago and you’re watching an old rerun of Spongebob SquarePants.

He walks in and slams the door shut and Y/N knows it’s gonna be a looooong night.

H swiftly walks over to you and grabs the back of your neck, literally drags you off the comfy spot on the bed and onto your knees. Sadly you weren’t face first with his cock, which was your favorite spot to be, and the carpet was rubbing up against your knees which was hurting you but regardless, this was your most cherished position. The one that made you feel the most degraded. The one that makes you feel the most little.

Harry immediately starts pacing around the room and starts scolding you, “Did you think that was an okay thing to do pet? To ignore the main rule I have for you? I ask you for one thing pet, one fucking thing and do you do it? Did you follow that one simple rule that I gave you?” and when you don’t answer him fast enough he breaks your silence with a loud “D’ya hear me fuckin’ talkin to you pet? Wha’? You think it’s fun to disobey me? ‘M gonna show you how fun not listenin’ to Daddy really is. Go lie face down on the bed. Now darlin, don’ make me repeat myself.”

You finally get up off of your knees and slowly walk to the bed with your head hung down low. You climb on up the big king sized bed and lay your head flat down, mentally preparing yourself for what’s about to come.

H sits right next to you on the bed and pulls your legs so you’re lying right on top of his bulge in his boxers.

You can’t see him because you have your face buried in the pillow, but you can hear exactly what he’s doing. You know he is in the process of taking off his many rings, one by one, and setting them on the small table right next to the bed.

You’re positive this has to be the attention starved little girl inside of you talking, and you know you are going to regret this tomorrow, but you mumble a very faint, “Leave them on please”.

He’s not sure he heard you correctly, so he stutters a “Wha’ darlin? You wan’ me to keep them on?”  because in the midst of your entire relationship, you have never asked for him to spank you with his rings. “I don’ wan’ to hurt you baby. You were bad today yes but—”

You interrupt him with,“I wan’ it to hurt, daddy. Please mark me up. I was such a bad girl today, please please please” She’s proper begging for it now.

Harry is so confused, so angry, and so fucking turned on.

“Is tha’ right princess? ? My little desperate whore is just wantin it a little rough today?” he kneads your ass harshly, making you wince. “You know you were absolutely naughty today, you did it on purpose I but I suppose I could do that for you, mark my hands on your pretty little ass?”

He is kneading your ass harshly, “I want you to count for me baby” preparing you for what you’re in for.

He does the first one unexpectedly, making you cry out a broken, “One, th- thank you daddy”

After every spank he gives her a nice rub on her bum and mumbles out praises such as

“You alrigh’ darlin? You takin this like such a good girl huh? My good girl.”

“Look at you baby, doin such a great job for Daddy.”

“Can’t wait to fuckin’ destroy you later. I know you’re already so wet for me.”

He continues swatting at her already pinky toned ass nine more times.

“You really liked the rings baby, didn’ you? You like the pain? My dirty little slut, I can feel you drippin through my pants darlin.”

He slowly gets up from under your trembling legs and turns you over to your backside, and giving you a kiss on your pouty lips when you wince at the pain on your bum. He just chuckles and whispers a breathless, “Sorry baby, Daddy’ll be more careful next time.”

He starts giving you slow kisses leading into a makeout session and he has his hand wrapped around your throat and he’s slowly grinding into your underwear-covered cunt, that’s so wet and it’s driving you both crazy. But this is a part of your punishment. He’s going to work you up until you just can’t take it anymore. He’s going to make you feel the best you have ever felt, but he is not going to let you cum until he feels like you are truly sorry. Sorry for interrupting his meeting. Sorry for making his guys’ underestimate his authority and leadership to his gang.

He is going to make you sorry you thought it was okay to test him.

Harry starts to pull down your baby pink colored panties ever so slowly, dragging his ring clad fingers down your thighs, making you shiver under his touch.

“Wha’ should we do with you baby?” He whispers gently. “You were so bad for Daddy today, and I don’ even know what to do with you. Should I rub your pretty little clit? Should I put my mouth on you and eat you up? You gotta tell Daddy what’cha wan’ me to do darlin.”

The whole time he’s been talking, he’s been rubbing his index finger over your slick clit and your trembling and already so ready to cum. But you both know it’s not going to be that simple.

He delivers a small but harsh slap on your cunt which makes you cry out. “When I talk to you, I expect an answer. Now, what do you think we should do?”

“Can I have your cock, Daddy? Pretty please? I jus’ wanna taste you.” you finally whimper out.

As soon as you say those words, Harry could put any track star to shame with how fast he’s taking his briefs off.

Once the soft material is off of his muscular thighs, he’s crawls up on top of you until his cock is right in front of your face.

You try reaching for him, but he slaps your hand away and says, “Ah Ah Ah Darlin. You know the rules, you gotta work for it. Let Daddy hear you beg.”

And you’re pissed. You shouldn’t have to beg when he’s just as desperate as you are. Not when his veiny beautiful cock is literally right in front of your face. But you do it anyway.

“Please Daddy, can I please have your cock? I promise I’ll treat you so good, you know I can. You know how good I make you feel. I’ll even do that special thing with my tongue if you want me too. Jus’ please let me have it Dadd-“

He cuts you off by shoving two of his fingers down your mouth. “Show Daddy what you’d do to his cock, and maybe he’ll let you have it.”

You immediately get to work. You start sucking on his fingers and trail your tongue on the bottom side, just like you would do him. And Harry is staring right at your pouty lips and shivering. He wants this just as bad as you do, if not, maybe even more.

He takes his fingers out and right when you open your whiny mouth to start protesting, he shoves himself right into her mouth and releases a loud groan that could put any professional pornstar to shame.

He starts to slowly push himself in and out of your mouth, making his cock go all the way down your throat, and the action makes you gag.

You have your lips sucked tightly against him and every time he pulled back, just about to push himself back in, you had bits of drool coming out of your mouth. When Harry looked down at your teary eyes, and saw you drooling for him, that’s when he lost it.

Quite abruptly, he takes himself out of your mouth, “‘M gonna fuckin cum Y/N. I have to stop— I have to get inside of you.”

You whine out when he takes himself out of your mouth. “Daddy no! No I want you back in,” you reach your hands, gripping his cock and trying to lean herself back up on her elbows trying to get her mouth back on him. “Daddy please come back.”

He moves backwards on his knees until his cock is right in front of your cunt.

“Be patient, Y/N. Daddy’ll deal with you in a mo’,” He says while tapping himself on your clit, making you shiver. “I jus’ wanna play with you a little while longer.”

With that, he gives you a wink and pushes himself in you.

He is staring down at where the two of you are connecting, and the sight alone is enough to make him cum right then.

“Fuck Y/N, fuck, you feel s’good. So fuckin’ good. So wet for me darlin’. “ Harry groans out.

He swears he’s in a trance. His eyes are fixated on him slowly grinding himself into you.

“Daddy right there! Please don’t stop, please Daddy” she moans, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, trying to bring him down for a kiss.

“Mmm right here baby?” he asks, and gives her a quick peck on her lips and a harsh thrust which makes her scream. “S’this your special spot baby? Y’like it when Daddy hits that spot?”

You’re nodding so hard and so fast you think your head is gonna fly off.

“Tell me how it feels darling.” he mumbles. He’s still steadily going in and out of you, and you’re going crazy.

“Feels s’good H, oh my-fuck. God it feels amazing. I’m so full, you’re big Daddy” you scream out. “God Daddy, go faster please, fuck please.”

Harry reaches down and grabs your leg to set it on his shoulder, making him so much deeper than he was before. If you thought he was hitting your special spot just a minute ago, he’s pounding the shit out of it now.

“Like this? You like when Daddy fuck you like-”, you clench around him and all his movements stop. You’re just about to cry out in protest when he pulls all the way back, and slams into you. Literally slams. All you hear right now is skin slapping against skin and all you smell is sweat and sex. And you love it.

“Be a fucking good girl Y/N. Be good for me. Don’t tease me darling, not when you were so bad today.” he grunts out. “Ya think I forgot about you interrupting Daddy’s important meeting today?” and you look away in shame. “I didn’t. Now, do you want me to punish you again? Because you know Daddy has all night, ya know, since you ruined my meeting and all.”

“No Daddy ‘m so sorry. ‘M so sorry, I’ll never do it again.” you whine out.

You think it’s borderline embarrassing how you’re already ready to cum. But here you are, desperate for Harry to ruin you. To finish you off. To make you realize to never bother him in a meeting again.

Harry is going in and out of you so quickly and it’s like he read your mind.

“Cum.” he demands. His voice is is affirmative and deep. “C’mon darling, I need you to cum for me.” He reaches his fingers down to rub your clit, and the action makes you shiver in delight. “Let go for Daddy, yeah?”

As soon as he mumbles those words, that’s when you finally get the release you’ve been searching for All. Night. Long.

You are shaking when you finally cum. You are shaking and you can barely breathe and you’re in bliss.

You sound like a broken record. Just mumbling the words, “Thank you Daddy” over and over again.

H finally pulls out of you, immediately wrapping his hand over his hard and wet cock, chasing his own orgasm.

After a few seconds of him contemplating where to cum, he decides to release on your soaking wet cunt, which is by far your favorite place to have him. You loved having him drip down your entrance. You loved when he bent down to taste the two of you. You loved when he stuck his fingers into you, pushes them in and out, which makes you shiver due to sensitivity, and brings them to your panting lips. You loved it all.

He’s moving his hand at a rapid speed, his head is leaned back and he’s making the most beautiful groans known to man.

“Such a good girl,” he mumbles, while leaning down to press a sweet lingering kiss to your temple.  “Such a good girl for me. Wasn’t too rough on ya tonigh’, was I?” He asks seriously.

“No Daddy, no I feel so good.” You chuckle. “You were so good to me, y’know I love it rough.” you give him a sultry wink.

“C’mon sweetheart, ‘s Harry now, not Daddy. Come back to me darling, Harry misses you.” he tells you with a stern voice, trying to coax you out of this little feeling, “I want my Y/N back, can you give me her back? I miss her oh-so much.”

You’re just giggling, slowly coming back to your normal self, “Okay H, okay. I’m back, see?” she waves her hand in front of her face and H laughs.  “Kinda hungry though, can we have some popcorn and Doritos? Oooh, and also a glass of wine? AND! A wash cloth? ‘M a little sticky thanks to you!”

H shakes his head and snickers with a big smile on his face, “‘course darling. Anything for you.”

After H runs and grabs you your odd snack request, a damp washcloth, and a glass of wine, he cleans you up, and leans you up against his chest and you guys watch another rerun of your favorite show.

~~~~~

The next morning, you wake up in the bed alone. You wake up feeling deep in your subspace, and as you stated before, this feeling usually comes about when you and H had a rough night in bed.

If there is one way you hate waking up, it’s alone. So you get out of the bed, you grab your stuffed animal and wrap your blanket around yourself like a cape, and you’re off on your mission to find your Daddy.

You take two little steps outside your door and peek your head outside. You look to the left, and you see nobody. You look right, and you see Mitch.

Mitch was Harry’s second in command, and he was also one of your best friends. With your boyfriend being a gang leader, you didn’t really have many outside friends. (More like he didn’t let you have outside friends) H doesn’t like to let you out of the house, due to all of the rivalries and it just was not safe. He prefers you to be with him at all times. (Not like you were complaining)

You run to Mitch and tackle him in a hug, “MITCHY! Hi! Haven’t seen you since yesterday!” You’re so deep in subspace, it’s crazy. You feel like an actual seven year old, are you are totally fine with that.

Mitch hugs you back with the same amount of force, “Hi sweetie!” He notices immediately that you’re in your baby space. With Mitch being your best friend, you told him everything. (Well, you were close with all of Harry’s guys, and they all know he is incredibly whipped for you. But you were a lot more closer with Mitchy, and that was that.)

He leans you back a bit, looking into your eyes.

“Are you lost button?” he asks you in a semi-serious voice.

“Jus’ a little. ‘M tryin’ to find Daddy, have you seen him anywhere? He wasn’t in bed when I woke up! And I’ve told him a million times to NOT do that! What a meanie he is.”

“Alrighty then darling, hop onto my back and we’ll go find your Daddy! It’’ll be a lil’ adventure!” he says excitedly with a big grin on his face. “Have you eaten anything button?”

Right when he asks you, your stomach grumbles and you just shake your head embarrassedly.

“Oh no! You know H is gonna be mad if he hears that! First stop is the kitchen to get you a granola bar, THEN we’ll go find your Daddy! How’s tha’ sound?!”

You swear you’ve never been more happy. You climb up on his bent over body, he stands up and grabs hooks your legs around your waist. and he takes off running. “TO THE KITCHEN WE GO!” Mitchy screams, which makes you die of laughter.

As promised, he stops in the kitchen, walks to the cupboard and grabs a peanut butter granola bar. He reaches it back to you and the two of you are on your way once again to find Harry.

After literally running all the way across the huge house, and you dropping granola crumbs all down Mitch’s back, you find Harry in the living room, where you’re sure you passed three times, with two of his guys. They’re watching some game on the telly that you had absolutely no interest in.

You whisper in Mitch’s ear that you wanna scare him. So he gently sets you down and you go run underneath the side table and try to hide.

“H,” Mitch starts, and Harry immediately turns his head around, a bit startled. “I had a lil’  munchkin who was missin’ you so dearly. But I’ve got no clue where she went! I swear she was jus’ here with me! Hmm, wonder where she ran off to?”

All the guys could hear was your innocent giggling.

With that, Harry pauses the tellie, tells the two guys to “Quit your complanin’, i‘ll be back in a ‘mo.”,when he hears them moan out, gets up off of his spot on the couch and begins his search for his lil’ munchkin.

He turns around so that he’s face first with the table you were ‘hiding’ under (because your legs were sticking out so clearly) and he bends down to his knees.

“I wonder who’s legs these are! Gee, they look a lot like Y/N’s! She’s even got the same pair of rainbow socks on!” He says in a silly voice.

He pulls her legs out from her hiding spot and she’s bursting out with laughter.

“Haha Daddy! Me and Mitchy got you, Did’t we Mitch!” she yells with a glance at Mitch who is smiling just as hard as Harry is.

“We sure did Munchkin!” he replies.

“‘ve got ya now princess!” he yells. “Now! Let’s go make some peanut butter banana chocolate chip pancakes, and we could put a movie on! How ‘bout Moana?”

You remember the two guys he was watchin’ the game with, so you tell him, “Daddy, we can’t!”

“And why is that darlin?” he replies.

“We can’t kick Adam and Seth out! They were watchin’ TV too silly! And you know I don’t like to be a meanie unless I absolutely have too!!”

He just glares at the two men sitting on his sofa. They had resumed the game as soon as Harry, but they both feel a harsh stare at the back of their heads.

The two of them look at eachother, then both simultaneously look at Harry, who still has an annoyed look on his face from the two of them still sitting in his presence.

They look back at each other again and mumble out “Yeah Y/N y’know, we’re kinda tired, we don’t need to watch the telly in here! You two enjoy Moana!”

You just look at H and sigh. “Daddy, you’re supposed to use your looks for good! Not for bullyin’ your way into the living room!!”

He chuckles, “Sorry baby. Daddy will do better.” he presses a kiss to your cheek and scoops you up into his arms. “Let’s go make those pancakes, shall we?!”

~~~~~

Once your pancakes are done, you’re watching Moana on the couch all cuddled up into him.

Just the two of you. You and the love of your life.

You’re laying on his chest and he has his ring-clad fingers running through your hair and pressing kisses to your temple as you’re singing every song on the soundtrack.

“Y’know I love you so fuckin’ much baby.” he mumbled out. You’re the light of my life. The yin to my yang. The apple to my pie. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

You’re singing slowly came to a stop and you’re shocked. Not in a bad way, because you and Harry have been saying ‘I love you’ for a few months now. So this wasn’t surprising.

You look up at him with loving eyes, and you giggle a bit. “I love you too Daddy!! I love you so so much it’s crazy. I wanna spend the rest of my entire life with you, too”

“Y’do? Y’really love me that much?” he questions.

You are surprised he would even ask such a question. “Of course Harry.” you say, slowly coming back from your deep little space. “I love you with every single thing in me. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been. You make me, me Harry. You’re always takin‘ care me, no matter if ‘m feelin’ big or little. I appreciate you so much Har.”

You lean and kiss his lips and he grips the back of your neck, trying to deepen it.

“Love you baby. So much.” he says as he’s kissing down your neck.

You realize this is how you want to spend every single morning. With the love of your life right next to you, eating your favorite pancakes with a crap ton of whipped cream on top.

“Why don’t you come here darling,” he says while scooting down the couch and bringing you to straddle him. “Come up here and sit on Daddy’s face? So he can show you just how much he loves you.”

You laugh and nevertheless, you start to stand up to shimmy your pants off, “You’re such a horn-dog!”

“S’not my fault!” he chuckles. “It’s a love boner baby, I promise!”

And yeah, this is definitely how you want to spend the rest of your life.

THE. END.

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[jawllines]

The features of his face soften even more (if that was even possible) and Y/N feels her heart kick up in her chest as she finally realizes how close he really is to her right now. Barely a few centimeters away from their hips touching; she hates how young and naïve it makes her feel, for her feelings towards him to bristle because he sat beside her. However, she does decide to blame it partly on the fact that she is sick and her mind is a bit of a mess right now (even though she’s certain that had she been healthy she would still have thrown herself in a puddle of mushy feelings.

“D'ya want me to take Teddy t–” he begins but she shakes her head, reaching up to knuckle at her eyes.

“He’s warm,” she rasps, nose scrunching up from the pain of it, “Could I – could I cuddle with him for a little longer?”

A smile pulls at the corner of Harry’s mouth and he nods.

or

Y/N’s still good at babysitting and Harry just thinks she’s lovely

part 1

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[jawllines]

“G'morning,” she murmurs to him, climbing back onto the couch, flopping her face against the pillow directly at first before lifting her head and lying on her cheek to face him, “I’m hungry.”

Harry tries to be annoyed and yet he only feels endeared which in turn, finally makes him annoyed, “Needy human,” He tsks, staring at her from where he has retaken his seat on the table, “I should jus’ make you drink blood, s'just as filling as your sugary goods.”

“Noooooooo,” she huffs sadly, pushing up from the bed and pouting at him again and god if his whole body doesn’t shiver, “Harry don’t – I want my croissant, please.”

“Maybe not,” he says and before he can even think about what he’s saying…before he can think about anything, like how he’s replicating the dream, or how he really doesn’t have time for this because he knows he has things to do, but…but god – “Going to take you for brekkie. Can’t survive off croissants and sugar milk forever, don’t you know it?”

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part 2 of  Y/N catches Harry stealing blood and things get messy

(WARNING: THERE is an eensy bit of violence towards the end if you are not into that, then beware!)

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[meetyourmouths-deactivated20201]

Champagne Talking

*a/n - Based on the many requests I’ve gotten to write a praise kink piece, but specifically on this ask. Rated m.*

Being drunk on champagne means that Harry’s tipsy and you’re sentimental, and a night celebrating his accomplishments puts you both in a certain kind of mood.

OR

You get Harry off in the backseat of a limo with eager, whispered compliments alone.

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You’re never not proud of Harry, but tonight in particular you’re pretty sure your heart is going to burst with all the pride swelling in your chest.

That’s what you’re thinking, anyway, as you stand at the bar with a glass of expensive champagne, watching from afar as your boyfriend works his way around the party.

His entire form is glowing tonight, you think—from the wide, lopsided smile that hasn’t left his face to his wild, exuberant bantering. He’s got a flute of Dom in one hand, his other arm thrown around Mitch’s shoulder, and he’s chatting animatedly with a couple guys you recognize from the sound and lighting booth on tour.

It’s weird, seeing everyone that you’re used to seeing in jeans and black t-shirts when you visited Harry on tour standing around in cocktail dresses and suits, but it certainly fits the atmosphere of this big, post-tour celebratory gathering that Harry’s management team is throwing him. It’s only a matter of time before he starts the whole process over—writing and recording and planning for the next big chapter in his career—so, naturally, someone put together a little shindig to mark the end of an era—quite a big shindig, actually.

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“Show Me”

inspired by this post xx 

a little concept for you … enjoy (; 

“You’ve seen me loads f’times, love,” Harry nuzzled into your neck, pressing teasing kisses underneath your ear. “Please?”

You shoved away playfully from his clingy grasp as you tried to pay attention to the sitcom on. “Harry…”

“Jus’ wanna make you feel good, babe,” he pouted, now looking at you with pitiful puppy dog eyes. If it weren’t for the way he was biting at his lip and tracing over your knee with a ghost-like finger, you might’ve said no. 

Harry had been needy and quite honestly horny like a teenager all night, and his pleading had started to stir up a burning in your tummy, too. 

So, ‘no’ was out of the question, and instead you sighed in defeat, quickly quipping into laughter as he triumphantly pulled you into his lap, peppering your cheek with even more kisses. Keeping your composure was a lost cause as you giggled involuntarily with each pass of his lips. A few swats of your hand later, and Harry’s wrists sat bound by your hands. 

Craning your neck to look back at his flushed cheeks, you asked sternly: “You gonna behave now?”

Harry pursed his lips as if he needed to ponder, and instead of answering, moved to remain in power of the situation with a kiss to your lips. 

Hard. 

There his mouth was again, ghosting past your ear: “Go ahead then. Kept me waitin’ long enough.”

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