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vodkabodies · 8 months

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Surprise?

Summary: A seemingly normal celebration trip where Harry learns that consuming alcohol isn’t the only thing that can get a girl puking.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Non-showbiz gf

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, pregnancy, and some fluff <3

A/N: My first published work here so please be gentle. Enjoy!

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Y/n didn’t know what prayer worked out of the multiple ones she consistently recited for this day to finally come into fruition. The day where Harry set aside work and exchanged his incredibly busy schedule with one where his only agenda was to unwind and bond with his family, friends, and ofcourse Y/n, his girlfriend of almost five years. Today was a couple of days before his birthday and a day before their anniversary, so it meant everything for Y/n that the love of her life gets to celebrate the way he deserves to, even for just the weekend.

They were currently staying at a resort in Big Sur, Harry’s mom and older sister, as well as a couple of their closest friends had cleared their own schedules to be able to celebrate with Harry. Y/n took pride in finding the perfect venue for this weekend getaway, and she was just as proud at the gifts she had bought for her man, a bundle of vintage vinyls she knew he’d absolutely love, and an electric guitar he’d been eyeing online for quite some time now. She intended to give him these gifts once they got back from their trip.

Anne and Gemma were picked up directly from the airport by Mitch and Sarah, with their child in a car seat who was asleep for most of the drive, while some of their other friends drove themselves to the resort. The couple on the other hand, ran a little later than intended as the night before, they did some ‘special adult activities’ that they were aware they could not do on the group trip, to keep it as wholesome as possible. Y/n woke up, bundled in sheets, beside Harry who was still deep in slumber while the clock on his bedside table read 7:15. The drive from their shared home in L.A. to Big Sur would take at least 5 hours, but traffic would surely be expected so they planned beforehand to leave as early as possible so they could arrive at the venue by noon. Thankfully, they finished packing and loading their things in the car early the day before so all they had to do was quickly get ready and make sure they didn’t forget anything.

“You made sure the oven isn’t on?” Y/n asked loudly as she bolted out the front door, “Baby, we didn’t even cook anything yesterday, the oven is off… And so are the lights in every room. We’re good to go.” Harry explains as he gets in the driver’s seat. “I’m so excited! The weather’s so nice!” Y/n exclaimed and to that Harry smiled, while pulling out their driveway. The drive went smoothly, at the three hour mark they realized that they were definitely not gonna make it on time, so Y/n sent a text in the group chat that the group, who all surprisingly showed up on time, should eat lunch without them and that they’d just pick up some drive-thru on the way.

The clock read almost 2 p.m. when they arrived and everyone thought it was funny how it seemed like the couple planned their grand entrance by being tardy like the duo they were known to be. Always so fashionably late. Catching up was necessary and so that was what they mostly did throughout the rest of the day, besides watching a couple of movies and cooking dinner. It unexpectedly rained around dinner time so their plans of starting a bonfire that night were postponed until tomorrow evening. Everyone went to their designated rooms after they all agreed to wake up extra early for a hike, Anne and Gemma deciding not to join as their jet lag got the best of them and so they could look after the burnt out parents' baby.

After their group hike in the morning and a very filling lunch when they got back, everyone spent the rest of the afternoon swimming until the water got too cold and the sun was setting. "Thank you for convincing me, Y/n. I really needed this." Harry said as they walked back to their room to freshen up before dinner. "You're welcome, baby. You always work so hard, I'm so happy you actually agreed. I'm sure the others needed this just as much as we do." After taking a quick shower and changing to more comfortable lounge clothes, everyone headed to the dining table where comfort food was served.

“You have one year before you turn three decades old, darling.” Anne jokes and Harry shakes his head with a chuckle as they sit beside each other at the table. Harry handed Y/n the bowl of rice before replying to his mum, "Making me sound so old!" and Anne returned the same laugh. "Well, you're not necessarily a baby anymore… Might as well have a baby of your own!" Harry didn't reply but smiled at the idea. His career was doing incredibly well, he's well received by the public, he has amazing family and friends who have supported him throughout the years, and a girlfriend he never thought he'd deserve. Life was good, and a family of his own one day sounded like heaven to his ears.

Dinner went by fast as everyone devoured their meals, hungry from the activities they did all morning and afternoon. Noticing that the sky was clear tonight, they decided to finally start the bonfire and set up some chairs around it. S'mores were made and beer bottles were opened as stories were shared by everyone. Sarah accompanied their baby to their room as it was approaching bedtime. Mitch picked up the guitar he had brought with them and everybody cheered when music started echoing the open area.

Although it was a simple get together, Harry was having the time of his life… Singing, drinking, laughing until he almost fell off the foldable chair, all while being wrapped in his lover's embrace and surrounded by nature. "I can't wait to show you my gifts when we get home." Y/n whispered in his ear. "Why wait at home when you can show it to me tonight?" he playfully replied, making her erupt in giggles. "That's not what I'm talking about. I have more to give but they're at home." She says as she kisses his cheek.

Y/n was singing along until she felt something boiling at the pit of her stomach. She quickly excused herself from the circle to go to the bathroom. Could it have been something they ate? Everything served was fresh and no one seemed to have an upset stomach aside from her at that moment. Immediately heading for the bathroom door, the knob appeared to be locked from the inside. "One second!" Gemma exclaims as she turns off the sink. Once she opened the door, Y/n rushed to the toilet and puked most of dinner out. "Y/n, are you alright?" Gemma asks in worry as she rushes towards Y/n's side. She took a minute to answer as she vomited one more time, "Uh… I'm fine. Just an upset stomach, maybe." Right as she finishes her sentence, another round of puking erupted from her as Gemma held her hair up and rubbed her back soothingly. "How many have you drunk so far?" She hasn't had anything to drink tonight… Come to think of it, the past few weeks she had refrained from drinking overall. No particular reason, she thought. But truly, a part of her brain was telling her she shouldn't.

"I haven't been drinking at all lately." At this, she stood up and headed over to the sink. "I've been feeling nauseous lately, but never to the point of puking. I don't know if it's something I ate today… I don't know." She adds as she rinses her mouth with water, lightheaded from the endless vomiting. Cog wheels started turning in Gemma's head as clueless Y/n explained her current situation. "Y/n I don't want to alarm you, but do you think maybe there's a chance… you might be pregnant?" She asked, trying her very best to not worry her, in case the girl didn't want to hear that right now.

It took her a minute to process what Harry's sister had said. Could she really be pregnant? If she was, that could explain everything she'd been feeling lately. Even as hectic as Harry's schedule was, they did still have some time to themselves and ‘bond’. Not as often as they would've liked but they take advantage of any time they could have together. The past couple of weeks though, Y/n had found herself becoming clingier than usual, craving his presence a little more than she already did. And she started losing a bit of appetite for food she'd normally be able to inhale when she craved it. Feelings she thought were seemingly normal, turned out to be symptoms all along. No wonder the mere smell of alcohol made her stomach turn!

She stared at herself in the mirror for a couple more seconds, then turned to look at Gemma with concern on her face, patiently waiting for Y/n to say something. "It's not impossible… I might be." Y/n finally spoke. She was genuinely shocked. Really shocked because they haven't really planned on having children any time soon. Should she tell Harry now? Or should she take a test first just in case? "Do you want me to grab a pregnancy test for you?" They were walking out of the bathroom now. "It's alright, I'll take a test the moment we get home tomorrow. I don't think I should tell Harry yet." Y/n whispers as they head back to where everybody was, following the sounds of loud singing and beautiful guitar playing. Before they could exit the door, Gemma grabbed Y/n's hands. "If you really are pregnant, I just wanna say that I'm happy Harry gets to start a family with you. I'll try to hide it from mum for now but I can already tell she'll be ecstatic!" This meant everything for Y/n. His family loved her like their own and she values them so much. After hugging, they finally arrived back at the bonfire. Fortunately, some of them were too tipsy, Harry included, to notice their absence. "Hey, baby!" Harry reached for Y/n's hand and motioned for her to sit beside him. She obliged and quickly engulfed in Harry's warm embrace.

After another hour and a half, with Sarah joining them again once the baby fell asleep, they were bringing their chairs back inside and headed to their rooms to end the night. Harry and Y/n were laughing as Harry stumbled into their shared room after losing his balance when she opened the door. "Oi! Laughing a little too loud at a poor man falling instead of helping him up?" she giggles uncontrollably while reaching her hand out to help him.

Harry was about to kiss her after he closed the door but Y/n immediately felt the same wave in her stomach as she did earlier and bolted to the bathroom. Harry rushed behind her as he watched his girlfriend puke her guts out, head hanging above the toilet. "Are you okay, love? Had too much to drink?" he asked as he knelt down beside her. For a second she stared at the bathroom floor, not knowing if any second she'll puke again before she can get any words out. After a minute of silence she finally spoke, "Harry, I didn't drink at all tonight." She didn't want to tell him just yet, she wasn't entirely sure after all. But the way she looked at him almost begged him to read between the lines and understand the point she was trying to make. It took him a moment, still in his half drunk state. She looked into his eyes then down at her stomach, which wasn't showing, but she hoped he got the message.

"You're pregnant?" he asked in confusion, searching for answers in her eyes which were now welling up with tears. All she could do was nod as he pulled her in his arms. "I'm not entirely sure yet. But when I left to use the bathroom earlier, I ran to puke and Gemma helped me. She was the one who asked if I was possibly pregnant. I wasn't really thinking about it at all." Harry pulled away before he could reply. "We're having a baby?" he asked, more enthusiastic now. "Maybe…" she replied after rinsing her mouth. Without wasting another moment, Harry closed the gap between him and his lover as he kissed her prior worries away. She didn't want to ruin the trip by announcing this to her partner out of the blue, but it was never bad news to begin with. Once they pulled apart from each other's hungry lips, Y/n had one thing to say, "Surprise?" They both immediately laughed and hugged at her words.

They went outside again, that very same night. While the rest were fast asleep, they walked hand-in-hand talking about clearing both their schedules to book and attend an appointment for a check-up. Harry didn't think this getaway would get any better, but it just did. "Baby, I almost forgot!" Y/n alarmingly exclaimed as she looked at the time on her wrist watch. "What?!" Harry asked with concern, but she smiled at him before he could panic. "Happy Anniversary, H." she spoke, resting her hand on his cheek, pulling him into a quick peck on the lips. "Happy Anniversary, angel. I love you so much."

When they finally got home the next day, Y/n gave Harry the gifts she had bought, he adored every single one of them. And while she napped after unpacking their luggage, Harry spent the rest of the afternoon scavenging for the perfect engagement ring online.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! I would appreciate some feedback for future reference <3 More updates soon once I get the hang of this app!

Twitter: @vodkabodies

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mulledcherrywine · 1 year

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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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tateoos · 7 months

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Ellie and Joels backpacks :(

Still one of my favourite tattoos I’ve ever done, TLOU will forever be my favourite game.

#fineline #fine line tattoos #tattoos #tattooist #tattoo apprentice #tlou #joel miller #ellie williams #tlou tattoo #the last of us #joel and ellie #the last of us tattoo

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goldencherryhazz · 2 years

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Late Night Talking. On Film.

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wasleichtesart · 5 months

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Dating Miss Fell for @missfellsbookshop

Coffee Date

Eating In

Night at the Opera

Museum Stroll

#good omens #ineffable wives #aziraphale #crowley #fem aziraphale #femme aziraphale #butch aziraphale #femme crowley #butch crowley #fem crowley #ineffable partners #dating miss fell #traditonal art #coloured pencils #toned paper #mixed media #fineline

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francistpwk · 1 year

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We’ll be a fine line. We’ll be alright ❤️‍🩹

#harry styles #harrys house #fineline #live #love on tour 2023 #love on tour #hslot #one direction #tpwk #may 2023 #harry styles updates

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regular-another · 1 year

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Adore You - Harry Styles

Buy this design here

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stylesnews · 1 year

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harrystyles: Fine Line is three years old today. Thank you to everyone who listened, and everyone who helped me make it. Pink and blue forever

#fineline #instagram #harry styles #dec22 #lot22 #saopaulo222

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gameraboy2 · 7 months

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Fineline fountain pen, 1954 ad

#fineline #fountain pen #1954 #1950s #vintage #ad #ads #advertising #advertisement #vintage ad #vintage ads #vintage advertising #vintage advertisement

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angelstyles · 2 months

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HIS SMILE I CAN’T

(cr: Harrysfloral on ig)

#harrystylestoday #harry styles #harryshouse #harry #harries #harrie #one direction #fineline #harrys house #love of my life

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vodkabodies · 7 months

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Invisible String

Summary: An endless search for a remedy comes to a halt when Harry realizes he’s been tied to it, to her, all along.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Musician gf

WC: 475

Warnings: If you're NOT a fan of romanticrry, this is not the post for you ;)

A/N: Can you tell I’m a sucker for fluff? Here’s a little ‘thank you’ for the love you’ve given over my previous post <3 This is a really short one but still, enjoy!

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You were there all along, hidden in plain sight. At award shows, at after parties, even at our mutual friend’s wedding ceremony. Sometimes I wonder, what took us so long, then? For years you were always just a friend of a friend, an artist under the same record label, and now you have your own mugs in my kitchen cabinet and a side on my bed that will always smell of you.

Whenever I get lost in my thoughts like this though, as if by instinct, a connection only you and I are tied to, a brush of your fingers through the curly strands of my hair always wipes the questions away. As I lay here, sulking in your gentle yawning and the scent of your shampoo, there wouldn't have been a more perfect time than now. Not seven years ago when you were getting out of a toxic relationship, and I from a boy group I’ve been in for years to pursue my own endeavours.

We were meant to cross paths, eventually. At the perfect place, and at the perfect time.

I was scheduled for a meeting the very night of your opening show. I ran into my good friend, your manager at the time, who was on his way to support you. At that very moment, I received a call that our meeting was postponed. He invited me to join him instead, and so I did. With no intentions of coincidentally meeting my twin flame that same evening.

Ever since then, it’s been you.

As if tied to an invisible string, distance from you started feeling like hell. Like being pulled by rip currents, away from the safety of the shore.

I started to fear that every song I'll ever write from that day onward would be about you. And how you snorted a laugh when my voice pathetically cracked the moment I introduced myself to you, your hands that fit perfectly in mine as you shook it, and that voice, the one that grew a bed of flowers over the barricades that disabled me from running directly to you, the same one that now hums me lullabies.

You are the cure to my sleepless nights, the remedy for my mundane days, and extra lonely drives. I, a hopeless romantic, an artist, the product of loving and losing, has fallen deeply in love with you in a way that only words can explain, and only lyrics can describe.

I’ve written about finding no antidotes for curses, been convinced that loving someone else in the past was the cure, and thought another person had it all along. But it was you. Not a pill I could swallow, an action I could do, or something someone could possess. All along I was tied to the one I’ve spent lifetimes searching for.

“You are the antidote.”

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A/N: Hope you guys caught all the references I snuck in here. If you did, feel free to comment them below! I appreciate the support and feedback for my first work <3 More to come! (possibly a new fic??) As always, thank you for reading!

Twitter: @vodkabodies

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mulledcherrywine · 1 year

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Cleanse

summary: after a week of award shows, you help Harry get back into the swing of things

a/n: THANK UUU for the love on the Brits fic 🤭🫶

It was Monday, and you’d made a promise to yourself you’d actually get up today and get out to the yoga classes you signed up for ages ago. Harry was always getting up and out to pilates, running and HIIT workouts and you were inspired to do the same.

Most of the time, when you were actually feeling up to it, you just followed along with Harry to wherever he was going, making it easier to go to a super busy class.

Strangely though, this morning, he wasn’t up when you were. By 8am, he was usually already back and making coffee in the kitchen. Today, he was slumped on his stomach dead asleep, still in bed.

You gently padded over to the edge of the bed, moving a tiny piece of his hair out of his face to see his eyes.

“H?” you whispered, “you okay?”

He hummed in response, the tip of his nose twitching slightly.

He let out a large breath before turning over onto his back.

“m’exausted” he breathed, turning over to you. His eyes scanned over you, “Oh, y’look nice, baby. Going out?”

He shifted slightly to check the time on the bedside.

“About to go to yoga, yeah. Why don’t you come? Just to relax”

“I think if I try and move out of here right now i’ll just get more tired n’i’ll just fall back asleep”

“Mm I know, you had a long week,” you hummed, brushing his hair back again, “might make you feel better? I’ll even get your clothes for you if you want”

He breathed out softly, looking at you again.

“Y’not gonna go unless I do, are ya?” he said, eyes half closed and small languid smile forming on his face.

“We can get brunch after!”

“Alright, alright, m’up!” He said, getting up loosely from the bed.

You helped him straighten out. His eyes were heavier than usual, but you knew once you were out of the house you’d both be up and going just as normal.

“Y’know m’just going to stare at you the entire time,” he said, going to get dressed, “if I can stay awake”

“You will, H. Then after we can get food and then come home and sleep for the rest of the day, promise.”

He came back in the room in a navy blue set, his green tote bag slung over his shoulder.

“Like the sound of that,” he hummed, kissing the top of your head, “i’ll drive?”

“Will you keep your eyes open?” you laughed, hands around his waist.

“M’not that tired!” he protested, grabbing his keys out his pockets, “c’mon, i’ll prove it.”

You leaned into his side and left for the class, proud of your success in finally getting him out of bed.

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bodymodificationnation · 10 months

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White Ink Tattoos | Butterfly Tattoos | Minimalist Tattoos

By monn.ink

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goldencherryhazz · 2 years

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Cold

An: this blurb was definitely inspired by Harry swimming in Dublin, in the freezing cold the other day. It feels like I haven’t written anything on soo long! I hope you enjoy, sorry if there are any mistakes. Feedback is much appreciated ❤️

Warnings: smutty, cockwarming, fluff, inexperienced!yn

‘H, im really cold’ you jitter wondering why you had let Harry convince you to go swimming in freezing cold water in the first place.

‘Come lay down with me then’ Harry says as he finished putting his socks on having had a warm shower in attempt to warm you up.

You move across the hotel room, padding on your fluffy sock clad feet until you reach the bed that Harry was laid down on awaiting your arrival. You climb up and instantly snuggle into his side, the heat radiating off of him making you stop jittering slightly.

You lay comfortably for a few minutes, basking in each other’s presence, but the niggling feeling of cold overtakes you once again and you shiver in Harry’s hold, making frown pop up on his face.

‘Can’t get warm baby’

‘No’ you huff wondering now on earth Harry was seemingly unaffected

‘I’m sorry darling, didn’t have to come in with me’

‘You would have pouted like a baby all day if I didn’t’

‘Would not!’

‘I know you would have’

‘You’re probably right, let’s get under the covers then’ he suggests and you instantly shift to get underneath them, Harry joining you soon after before resuming your original position.

‘I feel lots warmer, thankyou H’ you state after a few minutes of Harry stroking a comforting hand up and down your arm.

‘You know what, I can get you even warmer baby’ Harry grins at the dirty thoughts swirling in his head.

‘How?’ you ask having not cottoned on yet

‘Oh my sweet Angel’ he cooes at how innocent his girl is.

‘It’s called cock warming my darling’

‘Never done it before’ Harry wants to kiss away the nervousness he can hear laced in your voice.

‘That’s okay baby, that’s why I’m here, I’ll help you’

‘Okay’ you say shyly.

‘And I promise baby that when I’m inside you you’ll feel a fuzzy warmth in your belly that will spread from your head to your toes, does that sound good?!

‘Sounds really good’ you can’t help but get a little wet at the thought of being full of Harry’s cock

‘I know you have just got dressed but i need you to strip for me, want your skin on mine’

You do as he says making quick work of taking your sweats off and Harry does the same until you are both completely bare, you almost dribble at how sexy you boyfriend looked in his naked glory.

‘So pretty baby’ he can’t help but reach a hand to palm at the soft flesh of your tit.

‘You look really good too’

‘Thankyou poppet’ he gives you a smile ‘why don’t you lay back down baby, and I’ll get in behind’

It takes a moment for you to get situated with Harry behind you, his chest pressing into your back and you love how you can feel his muscles flexing, you love it even more when his arm slithers round your middle to bring you closer, making his and your hips meet deliciously, Harry’s semi hard cock pressing against your pussy and you have to refrain yourself from moaning.

‘Can feel how wet you are baby, want me inside you now poppet?’

‘Yes please’

Remember if you feel uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll stop, it’s gonna be deep baby’ Harry is fully aware that you hadn’t done a lot in the bedroom before he came along so he never wanted to put you in a situation where you felt uncomfortable.

‘I want it, please, wanna feel warm’ you whimper desperately.

‘Okay poppet, I’m coming’ he presses a kiss to you cheek before shimmying his hips down slightly before reaching to jerk his cock a couple of times before putting the head at your entrance, he then slowly thrusts inside you inch by inch until he’s balls deep in your pussy, the feeling making you both moan out into the hotel room.

‘always so fucking tight no matter how many times I fuck you’

‘Shit that feels good, can feel you in my belly’

Harry places his hand on you tummy, getting harder at the feeling of the slight bump his cock had made ‘feel me right in there baby? Always take my cock so well.’

‘Love taking daddy’s cock’ you whisper dreamily at the how incredibly warm you now were with Harry inside you and the skin to skin contact, it was beginning to send you into subspace because of how good it was

‘Don’t talk to me like that poppet, cause I’m quite enjoying being inside you like this, but if you keep going I swear I’ll have to fuck you’

‘I mean I wouldn’t be opposed’ you say cheekily.

‘Such a little minx’ he presses a kiss into your hair before deciding he wanted more, so he gently pulls you face towards his before kissing you properly.

‘You look sleepy baby, can go to sleep I promise’

‘Are you going to aswell? Don’t want you to get lonely.’

‘Yes baby, don’t you worry’ he can’t help but look down at you in adoration

‘Go to sleep poppet, I’ve got you. I love you soo much!’

I love you too H’ and with that you settle into the pillows, Harry promptly buried his head into your neck where he presses a tiny kiss, and you can’t help but fall asleep thinking that you would dip yourself in that freezing cold water a hundred times over if it was for your sweet, sweet boyfriend.

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darlingdesire · 2 years

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– 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆-𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒔

𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 craving for something sweet hit you as you were nestled into the thick blanket on the couch, halfway through a random Netflix film that you had put on to kill time whilst waiting for Harry to come home from the studio.

A small part of you felt too lazy to go rummage the pantry for something, as being 29 weeks pregnant left you feeling very exhausted by the time it was the end of the day.

Trying to push the craving aside by focusing on the movie, you nuzzled closer into the thick material of the blanket. One of your hands was laid against your pregnant belly, a habit that you had become accustomed to ever since you found out a small baby was using it as a makeshift home for the next few months.

Kick. Kick.

With a small amused smile, you rolled your eyes at your baby's adamance in getting something sweet to eat from the kitchen.

Letting out a small huff through your nose, you pushed the blanket off your body and slowly stood up. The bottom of your oversized sweater had lifted over your protruding stomach so you tugged the soft material down since the cool air nipped at the exposed skin - even though Harry had reassured you many times it wasn't true, you thought that if your belly was cold then your baby would be cold too.

And sometimes during the chilly night when you and Harry would be cuddling on the couch or in your bed, and you would ask him to go fetch another blanket or a sweater so that the baby wouldn't get cold, he would just giggle and say that you were the cutest thing he had met before kissing your forehead and going to get whichever one you had asked for.

"Mumma's gonna be the size of a whale soon if you keep these food cravings up, " You muttered to your baby as you did your penguin waddle - as your husband would call it - to the kitchen.

Finally reaching the dimly-lit kitchen, you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned against the wall as you pondered over what you could eat.

When a flashing recollection of spotting a box of chocolates covered biscuits in the treat cupboard came to your mind, your mouth immediately started watering. You could almost taste the silky chocolate melting on your tongue.

You stepped further into the kitchen and made a bee-line toward the cupboard that held the heavenly creation. Stretching your arm up, you just about reached the handle.

The biscuits that you oh, so wanted were sat on the top shelf and very much out of your reach. It's like they were taunting you. Screaming at you. Laughing at you that you couldn't get them and it made you want to cry.

You had instructed Harry to put all of the sweet things that you constantly craved up in the highest cupboard so that you wouldn't be able to get them without the help of Harry.

But you were very determined to eat those biscuits, and you couldn't wait that long for Harry. You were gonna get them one way or another.

Placing your hands on your hips, you turned your head to the left as you surveyed the kitchen in search of something that could be of use to get the biscuits down.

Your eyed landed on the chair that was pushed into the table. You contemplated it for a second. Blinking, you turned your head up to look at the biscuits, and then flickered your gaze over to the chair.

"Mumma has a plan," You mumbled and went over to the table to grab the chair and bring it back to where you originally stood. "Is this a dumb idea? Maybe. But am I gonna do it anyway? Absolutely," You continued.

You lined the chair up with the cupboard and prepped yourself for stepping up onto the chair. Lifting a leg and holding onto the chair and counter, you hoisted yourself up and pulled your other leg up to stand on the chair.

You slowly stood up straight on the chair and when you knew you were secure, a smile graced your face.

You reached forward and opened the cupboard door again since you closed it, and in all its shining glory was the box of chocolate-coated biscuits.

You went to go grab the box when a sudden voice surprised you, almost making you jump. "Y/N!"

Letting out a squeak of shock, you whipped your head around to see your worried husband rushing over to you, crossing the length of the kitchen in no time.

He didn't usher you to step off the chair, as that would have been too hard to do with your big stomach and would have caused a strain. So as he securely lowered you down to sit on the counter, you noted how soft his hold on you was, as if he were afraid of breaking you.

Harry was always protective over you, but ever since you had told him about your baby growing inside of you, he had been more protective than ever - especially now since you were in your third trimester.

You felt terrible for making him worry about you as soon as he got home from a long day of work.

He was so good to you...

All you wanted to do was burst into tears. Damn pregnancy hormones.

Separating your thighs apart, he stepped between them and took your soft hand in his."Baby, please, please, please don't try to do that again. You could have fallen," He pleaded and brought your encased hands up to his lips, pressing them against the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry," You whispered. "I wanted to get the biscuits," You explained to him in a small voice, eyes flickering down to where he paused his soft kisses on your skin.

He closed his eyes for a split second and you felt him sigh because a gentle puff of air hit your hand. "You need to wait for me next time, " He said and opened his green eyes to look at you.

His brows were gently furrowed together, and you knew it was because of your doing. You lifted your free hand and reached forward to smooth in between his brows to smooth the frown out. His eyes fluttered close once again and the scowl seemed to practically disappear immediately as soon as you touched him.

He almost looked to be asleep as you gently caressed his cheek. You would nearly believe that he was slumbering if he wasn't pressing the occasional gentle kiss to the back of your hand every few seconds.

His lengthy eyelashes fanned against his cheeks and his hair was the perfect type of messy. His curly brown locks were flopped over onto his forehead and looked oh so soft and touchable. He looked unreal.

A tsunami wave of love and affection crashed down over your heart and soul, and it felt like you couldn't breathe as you just looked at him. Your heart and chest felt tight and warm.

“The baby and I agreed on letting you have one of our biscuits,” You whispered to break the silence.

Harry’s eyes opened and they met yours again. You could just see the curve of his smile behind the hands that were covering the lower half of his face, his eyes bright and twinkling as they squinted from his smile.

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