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The Royal Series. [pt. I]

Summary: In which Y/N is the Princess of England and a Harry Styles fan.


“Please, it’s a command. Sit here, enjoy the show.” You told the two guards who intently looked at you before letting a reluctant nod. You were in the balcony seat, looking at the stage alongside your best friend, Farrah, who you met in university.

“Your highness,” You heard someone beside you, making you look.

You smiled. “Are you Jeffery?” He nodded, beginning to politely bow his head a tad. You offered your hand with a wide grin, “Thank you for giving me a seat in such a short notice.”

“It’s a pleasure, Princess Y/N.” Jeff tipped is head.

“Just Y/N.” You smiled, glancing at the stage as the opening act were saying their goodbyes. “He’s coming out now, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is. Have you been a fan for long?” Jeff asked as you both stood alongside each other, looking at the stage.

“Quite long enough actually. Since One Direction.” You giggled, shrugging. “Always wanted to attend one of the their concerts but only now have I been able to do so. Harry has a lovely voice. I have the album on a lot.” You laughed, letting Jeff in on your secret.

Jeff chuckled, “Who would’ve guessed that the Princess of England is a Harry Styles fan?”

You shrugged in response.

As the show began, you completely let loose with Farrah. It didn’t take long for some people to notice the presence of the English Princess and her infamous best friend, some phones and flashes being directed her way. You chose to ignore the attention and sang and dance to all the melodies that Harry was.

You were captivated to say the least by his performance, posting stories to your private instagram account of a 102 follower.

“I would just like to greet someone incredibly special here tonight,” Harry said through the mic as he wandered on stage before looking your way. “Hi!” He grinned, waving at you. “All well?”

With a grin and flushed cheeks, you nodded and gave him thumbs up.

With a dimpled smile, Harry tipped his head and gave you a curtesy which sent everyone in a frenzy and you to laugh. Farrah nudged you, making you turn to look at her. “We’re meeting him, right?”

You shrugged, “Jeff said we will. Should I ask him?” You asked her, leaning closer. She gave you a nod. You cleared your throat and looked the other way at Jeff, poking his shoulder to get his attention. He looked at you with raised eyebrows and leaned sideways to listen to you. “Are we meeting Harry?”

Jeff instantly grinned and nodded, “Of course! He’ll have my head if not.”


“Fuck, I’m so nervous.” Harry laughed, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants, looking at Mitch.

“So am I. Who would’ve thought that I’m going to meet the Princess of England? Someone better film this.” Clare said before letting out a breath as the band stood in the dressing room.

“I-“ Adam was cut off by a knock on the door.

They looked at each other with wide eyes before Harry cleared his throat, standing straighter. “Come in!”

Jeff came inside first, his figure hiding yours before he walked all the way inside and you and Farrah were then seen. The grin on your face was contagious. Lined, with Harry at the end, you began to shake hands with the band.

“You were absolutely amazing!” You said as you shook their hands, one by one before reaching Harry. “Thank you for the show. You’re as good as the album version, if not better.”

Flushing at the comment, Harry softly shook your hand. “It’s my honour, your highness.”

“Y/N,” You corrected him, your hand still in his. “Just Y/N.”

“Y/N,” Harry repeated with a charming smile. “An honour, Y/N.”

Being this close to him, you noticed how emerald Harry’s eyes were. His lips were raspberry pink, glowing skin with blushing cheeks. He was charming to say the least. Farrah clearing her throat brought you out of your trance, making you remove your hand from Harry’s.

“Well, we were actually going out for a drink if you want to join? Is that okay for you?” Sarah asked.

You glanced at the guard and your best friend who gave you a nod. “It is. If you’re all okay with Farrah and I joining of course.”

“Of course!” Harry grinned. “We’re more than okay.”


“Are you not scared?” Harry asked as he sat on the bar stool, finger grazing the rim of the glass.

“What of?” You replied, looking at him.

“Being seen in here. The rumors. I mean my rumors I can take care of but royal rumors?” Harry shrugged.

“Scared?” You smirked, cocking an eyebrow.

Harry took a moment to drink you up. The vibe you gave off was nothing he imagined. The dainty, soft princess he saw on the screen ever since he was young wasn’t who sat in front of him. In front of him was a confident woman, fearless and ready to seize whatever risk thrown at her. A woman who refused to have her identity shaped up and formed by her family.

That’s why with a thumping heart and an amused smile, Harry replied; “No. I’m not scared.”


Part I of the Royal series!!!! I’m so excited for this. It won’t be long. Maybe 2 more parts but I have a lot of ideas already for this one! x -heather


Robb x Female Reader

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Imagine having a secret relationship with Robb Stark in which you enjoy rough sex and passion.

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((can u make a possessive robb stark smut and like a hidden love idk behind their family and everything))

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anonymous asked:

Could you please write a one shot where Harry and y/n go on a vacation with their families together because their families are close friends, but their families don't know about harry and y/n's relationship. I really hope you can write this!!! Also I love you're writing xx

You tiptoed past your parents’ room before dashing towards the elevator, pressing the button too many times as you waited impatiently, looking left and right for any sign of yours or Harry’s family. You got inside the elevator, pressing the ground floor.
You peaked your head out first before walking outside. Just when you thought the coast was clear, you felt someone bump into your shoulder. You looked, your heart dropping. “Gemma, Gemma, hey,” You chuckled nervously.

“Hey, Y/N, couldn’t sleep?” Gemma asked before she yawned.

“Yeah,” You nodded, “Wanted to take a walk so I could.”

“Oh, yeah. Right,” She chuckled, “I came to replace my kettle, the one I had wasn’t working. Anyway, I’m going now.” She nodded at you, giving you a smile before walking towards the elevator.
You watched her, waving at her awkwardly to make sure she got inside and left.
You released a sigh of relief before hurrying outside, running towards beach that was basically right in front of you.

You tiptoed towards a cave that was hid by bushes that you and Harry found, bending down to see him waiting there, his eyes lightening up when he saw you, opening his arms for you. You grinned, getting inside and sitting between his legs, your back pressed against his chest as he pecked your cheek.

“I ran into Gemma.” You giggled.

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Sons of Lawrence

Summary:  Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer, Kevin Tran, Jo Harvelle, 
Pairing: Eventual Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Word Count: 2,219
Warnings: Language
Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, possible explicit canon typical violence.

Originally posted by troohhippi

Freedom. That’s what it felt like when Dean hopped on his bike, and rode down the streets of Lawrence.  Even the back roads. Especially the back roads. It didn’t matter if he was going 20 or 90. It was the wind that surrounded him, pushed through his hair, up and over his shoulders. It was the fact that as he rode, nothing else mattered. Not John or Bobby grooming him to take over the family business. Not Mary pestering him playfully that it was past time to find a woman. Not Jo pining after him like he was a goddamn football quarterback. Nothing. It was just him and his bike.

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Jack Lowden imagine: you’re dating Jack Lowden.

Requested?: yes, by anon

A/N: ITS FINALLY UP! I’m so sorry it took so long!! I hope you like this x


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GQ: The Y/N Quiz.

Based on The Kylie Quiz by GQ.


“Okay, we’re doing this,” You rested the cards on your knee, leaning back in your chair and looking at Harry who slapped his hands on his thighs and nodded, “Ready?”

“I’m ready.” He raised his eyebrows, a small smirk on his face as he looked back at you.

“Okay, first question,” You skimmed the card before looking back at him, “It’s easy enough. Where did we first meet?”

Harry smiled, opening his palm and pointing at you, “Our sisters’ graduation. Your sister was graduating with Gemma and mum asked you to take a picture of us then,” He chuckled as he recalled, “I almost ripped your trousers because,” Harry looked to his left when the crew laughed, “What?”

“Harry, that sounded so wrong!” You laughed, throwing your head back.

“Not like that!” He exclaimed, laughing as he looked at the rest, “Oh damn it,” He rolled his eyes, “I won’t tell the story then.”

You laughed, putting back the card, “You still got the question right.”

“Thank you.” He smiled teasingly before looking at the crew, “You’re horrible.”

“Second one, what was my first job?”

“I know that one,” He pointed at you before looking down in thought, his pointer finger on his chin before looking back at you, “A lifeguard?”

“A lifeguard?” You laughed, “Where did that come from?”

“No?” He laughed, bouncing his leg, “I know that one. I-Oh, you worked at a children’s camp! You were 16.”

“That’s correct,” You smiled, nodding and looking at the crew, “Two correct so far.”

“Number 3, what did I call you when we first met?” You chuckled, “You should remember that.”

“‘Course I do. You called me Henry,” He laughed, “Corrected you 3 times then I was like, you know what, forget it,” Harry threw his hands up.

“You do look like a Henry though.” You teased him as you shuffled the cards.

“Do not,” He replied, “No offence to any Henry out there.”

“Who said I love you first?”

“I did,” Harry instantly answered proudly with a smug smirk, pointing at himself with an eyebrow raised, “I definitely did.”

“What was the first concert we went to?”

“The Fray,” Harry furrowed his eyebrows. You shook your head with a smile, “Not The Fray?”


“Honey, we went to a lot of concerts,” He let out a laugh in disbelief before looking at the ceiling, “Was it Mumford and Sons?”

“Noooo,” You shook your head, tilting it as you looked at him, “It was Coldplay.”

“That was the first one?” Harry asked you in disbelief, “I thought- Dammit.”

“What did we do for our third anniversary?”

“Let’s see,” Harry thought, “Camping was second,” He counted on his finger, “W-We adopted Cherry!” He answered excitedly.

“Got our first own fur ball,” You told the crew as you shuffled the cards, “She’s a cat, yes.”

“She’s our daughter. She’s partial towards Y/N though. I blame it on the distance.” Harry pretended to wipe a tear, making you giggle and rest your hand on his knee,

“She loves you. Some quality time will fix this.” You assured him before looking at your card, “What’s one drink I would never drink?”

“Ginger tea.”

“What is my strongest pet peeve?” You cringed.

Harry put his thumb and pointer finger together as he replied slowly, “The word moist. You absolutely hate it.”

“It’s disgust-“


“Harry, I swear to God,” You groaned, throwing your head back, hearing him laugh before he grabbed your hand.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Who is my celebrity crush?”

“You have two,” Harry raised two fingers up.

“That was a tricky question. I’m proud of you.” You raised your palm up, Harry smacking it with his before leaning back in his chair, “Who are they?”

“Joseph Gordon-Levitt,” Harry raised a finger, “And Emma Watson.” He raised another.

“You’re doing so well, it’s almost like you know me.” You joked, laughing when he nudged your foot with his.

“4 years together, I wonder how.”

“Okay, Styles, last one. Are you ready?”


“What was the first gift I have ever got you?” You smiled, putting the cards on your lap.

“You got me this,” Harry took grazed the Peace silver ring around his finger, “Got me this ring as the first actual gift but before it, I remember you getting me one of these t-shirts that were trendy, the colourful ones?”

“Tie dye.” You laughed.

“Tie dye. You got me that and I thought it was the coolest thing ever.” Harry chuckled.

“Well that’s it, you did so well. You got only one wrong.” You grinned, clapping, “I knew I made the right choice.”

Harry laughed, leaning forward and puckering his lips, “Kissy.” He mumbled, you leaning forward to press your kiss to his in a quick smack.

You got down from the chair while holding Harry’s hand, pulling up your jeans, “That was fun.”

“I loved doing that, we should do a Harry quiz. Good ol’ Harold,” Harry put his arm around your shoulders, “How many times do I breathe in a minute?”

Jon x Female Reader

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Imagine Jon showing you his outstanding mouth skills in a private cave.

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As usual, wanting more smut… Anyways this idea popped into my head for Jon Snow. If you recall when Ygritte and Jon were in that caved and she asked how he knew to do that with his tongue? If you could write smut for that scene that’d be hella hot to see his first time in that cave with xreader…

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The brisk air softly brushed your naked body as you stood in a damp yet warm cave, slightly regretting your intrepid proposal.

Jon had been a fellow wildling for as little as 2 months, however, the sexual attraction between you both was undeniable.

The odd smile turned into flirty conversations, which eventually evolved into something further.

Jon wanted nothing more than to ravish every part of your body and soul but being raised by Ned Stark, he held an incredibly high respect for women. Therefore wouldn’t have shown his lust unless a lady displayed equal need or want.

Which is precisely what you were doing in that very moment.

The teasing looks had become vexatious. You wanted more then just a friendly side hug every once in a while. You needed Jon Snow to hold you with a passion that could ignite fires all around the seven kingdoms.

Perhaps that explains why you decided to be so impulsive. It wasn’t everyday you came across a location that possessed allurement, enchantment and irresistibility.

Yes, the north was very beautiful at times but never had you seen a more perfect landscape to execute your erotic dreams.

You had lured Jon into the glowing cave and easily seduced him by slowly removing every item of material that clung to your breath taking body.

Taking a second to study Jon’s amazed expression, you noticed how his eyes shined with adoration and love. This realisation boosted your confidence enough to begin.

“Having a connection as strong as ours is rare, Jon Snow. This rarity is the very thing that started our affair of the heart…”

As you spoke, you moved towards the star struck bastard. His eyes were wide whilst his blood rushed from excitement due to your close proximity.

“I’m going to ask one thing of you, my sweet nothing.”

You whispered in his ear…

“Make love to me.”

The second those words left your soft lips, Jon Snow had captured them with his own. He moulded his mouth to yours in a beautiful kiss of promising intimacy.

Sensually the boy ran his hands down your curves and gripped onto your hips before slowly lowering himself to the floor.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he knelt on the cold, stone ground.

“I just want to try something.” He said, the huskiness in his voice making you wet with anticipation. You could feel the nerves crawl through your skin as Snow left tingling kisses up your thigh.

“Jon…” you spoke quizzically before being cut off by his tongue trailing down your silky slit.

You moaned softly causing the bastard to pull back and admire your sultry expression. He parted your soft folds slowly so that he could place his lips in a circle on your clit before lightly sucking.

As he did this your knees became weak making you hold his shoulder with one hand whilst the other tugged lightly on his hair. Jon looked up at you, blind from desire as his tongue stroked your soft spot in small patterns.

The noises that escaped you were heavenly, such gorgeous sounds made the bastard want to do much more than taste you.

He took his middle finger and slowly slid it inside your virgin hole. No one but you had ever touched that sacred place before, so the new feeling sent shivers down your spine. 

Jon slowly wiggled his finger inside you, hitting your walls with enough pressure to make your eyes flutter shut. He then began thrusting that same finger in and out of you, deep but not too fast. He wanted you to feel every moment of pleasure…

After all, there was no rush.

Whilst his finger searched every inch of your tight pussy, he continued licking your clit with the occasional nibble. The sight of his mouth so intimately pleasuring you caused a wave of satisfaction to float over your body. 

“How is it?” Jon mumbled against you, vibrations lingering with his words.

You could do nothing but moan.

Jon felt his clothed manhood with his spare hand and slowly rubbed, aching for some relief as he became harder by the second. He was desperate to feel you wrapped around him, whether that was your mouth or pussy… He needed it.

As your moans became more frequent, the bastard decided to fuck you with two fingers in order to push you over the edge. He removed his lips from your clit and stood back up, roughly pushing his mouth to yours in a fiery kiss of lust.

Jon tried to slide another finger inside you; however, due to your unused hole, it caused a pang of pain to run down you. “Ow, Jon.” You whimpered and gasped earning a small chuckle. 

“You need some loosening up before i make love to you Y/N…” He spoke in a low, sexy tone, “My fingers are nothing compared to my cock.” 

Your eyes opened in shock of his bold words. Jon had never spoken about such things and as the words came out of his mouth, you knew your orgasm was drawing closer. 

“Jon, I want you inside me.” His groan to your proclamation was something that caught you by surprise as he continued to work you with just one finger. It was the most sexual noise you had ever heard and by far the hottest.

“Y/N… It will hurt-” 

“I don’t care.” You cut him off, “Pain is pleasure.”

Jon breathed a laugh at your antics. “Are you sure?” 

“Just fuck me.” You moaned whilst he wiggled his finger deep inside you.

Quickly removing his hand, he began undressing, never breaking the powerful eye contact you held, He smirked slightly before mumbling…

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

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I am so sorry this has taken so long! I have a lot of explaining to do i know… Anyway, for now, i hope this was worth the longgggg wait! I love you all. I’m going to edit and add to this tomorrow !

anonymous asked:

i love all of your posts!! is there anyway you could write one about harry finding out that you are pregnant?? xx

When you’ve been dating someone for 3 years and having to be each other’s rocks since day 1, things were always comfortable among the both of you.

Besides comfortable, you were safe — at least you thought you were. This was it for Harry; he reached the climax. Everything was going the way he imagined it to and you couldn’t be happier.

Moments after yours and Harry’s eyes fluttered open, you sat tangled in the bed, you tracing squares on his chest while he ran his fingertips gently up and down your back.

“What are the plans for today?” You asked.

“Grocery shopping. We ran out of sprouts.” He replied, pulling you closer to him.

You scrunched your face in disgust. “No, you ran out of sprouts. I’m perfectly fine.”

He chuckled, “You really have to try what I cook. They taste really good.”

“You sauté them. That’s like eating them raw.” You grimaced.

“No, they a-”

In a second, you pushed yourself up and ran to the bathroom, emptying the little amount of what was still in your stomach.
Harry quickly rushed to your side, putting your hair in a messy bun with the hair tie of yours around his wrist before rubbing your back. You groaned, feeling your throat hurt from not even having anything to throw up because your food was already digested from that healthy meal Harry cooked the night before.

When you felt like you weren’t going to throw up anymore, Harry helped you up, opening the faucet for you and watching you with concern as you brushed your teeth and washed your face.

“Do,” He began, “Sprouts,” He whispered, scared you might throw up again at the mention of the vegetable, “Disgust you that much?”

“I think they do.” You chuckled, patting your face dry with a towel.

“Go to the kitchen and wait for me. I have to use the loo and brush my teeth and I’ll make you something to make you feel better, yeah?” He put his hand on the back of your head, gently stroking your hair.

You nodded before walking out of the bathroom and out of the bedroom. Harry watched you before sighing. Guess he won’t be getting sprouts anytime soon.

That day, you threw up one more time in the afternoon and at night. Harry kept bugging you about taking you to the doctor but you were sure that maybe you had had something bad the night before and,

“Your sprouts did that that me.” You had joked.

What you didn’t expect was for you to get a notification from your period tracker application that your period 15 days late, 2 after you started throwing up as you sat on the bathroom floor after having just finished emptying your stomach as soon as you woke up.

Could you be…?

“Baby, you really need to see a doctor.” Harry said quietly as he tucked you in bed.

You only groaned. Harry smiled sympathetically before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
The next day, Harry had a meeting with Jeff which left you alone, thinking of all the possibilities. Before you even fathom what was happening, you were dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie with your hood on your head, getting a pregnancy test from the store. You were being extra careful with the paps, not wanting anyone to see Harry Styles’ girlfriend getting a pregnancy test. After paying and walking out to your car, you sat a few moments in the car, taking deep breaths with your eyes closed.

“Harry will still love me, right? Right, right.” You breathed out before driving off. The ride was anxiously agonizing. Different scenarios ran through your mind. What if you really were pregnant? Harry’s solo career was just starting and he had so many plans ahead. What will the fans think? What will the management think? Hell, what would your families think?
You parked the car and rushed inside the house, practically running to the bathroom before you ripped the package open and followed the instructions written on the paper inside. You peed on the stick and put it on the sink, just sitting there and waiting. Your nerves were all over the place, finally letting a few tears fall freely.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone’s timer, telling you that 11 minutes had passed. You shakily turned it off before reaching for the test, releasing a breath before looking down at it. Positive. You choked a sob, “Fuck!”

You don’t remember what else happened except for dragging yourself to the couch in the living room, turning on the TV as an attempt to quiet down your thoughts.

Harry entered, shouting a “Honey, I’m home!” before walking inside. He stopped confusingly when he spotted you curled on the couch, sleeping. He walked towards you, kneeling down. He frowned when he saw your red nose and tear stains, beginning to caress your face. “Y/N? Baby?”

You perked up quickly, seeing it was Harry before sighing and letting your head fall back on the armrest. “What’s wrong, baby? Why were you crying?” Harry cooed.

At this, you closed your eyes when you felt a new wave of tears before whimpers started leaving your lips. “Shhh, you got me, love. I’m here, I’m here.” He kissed your temple, looking at you softly. “Let’s take you upstairs, yeah?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he scooped you in his arms, letting you rest your head on his chest as you cried.

Harry put you in bed, tucking you in. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You sniffled, shaking your head. “Not now.”

Harry nodded, beginning to walk away when you held his wrist. “Stay, please.” Only you knew the double meanings of this. You wanted him to stay through all of this or at least stay now and hold you before you break the news.

“I’m just going to take a very quick shower then I’ll come and we’ll cuddle. I’ll be the big spoon.” Harry smiled at you, stroking your hair. You sniffled and nodded, curling into a ball.

Harry leaned down and pecked your forehead before walking into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He didn’t notice it lying on the sink counter first. But after he was done with his 15 minute shower and as he was wrapping his lower half in towel, his eyes glanced quickly at it before taking a double take. His eyes widened as he cautiously took the test in his hand, looking at the little screen. His hand instantly went up to his hair, tugging at it as he closed his eyes.
He looked at it again before a small smile was on his face. Yes, he was nervous. Yes, it was sudden. But he knew one thing; he was happy to have a child with you. And the ring in his suitcase proved it.

Harry walked outside the bathroom, smiling when he saw that you were asleep. He got dressed in nothing but boxers, towel drying his hair before he got in bed behind you, wrapping his arms around you. You stirred, eyes fluttering open as you looked up at him.

“I’m happy. I wouldn’t want this with anyone else.” He whispered, pecking your lips gently.

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw the pregnancy test.” He said quietly with a smile.

“Oh God, I was planning to tell you, I pro-”

“Hey, hey, don’t panic,” Harry pulled you closer. “I just happened to see it. And I’m so fucking happy. We’re going to be the best parents ever.” He grinned.

You let out a sigh of relief, burying your head in his chest. “I was so nervous you’d leave.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “You really thought I’d do that?”

You only shrugged. “Never. I promised you I’ll always be there and I’m keeping that promise till I’m old.”

“I love you.” You mumbled with a sleepy smile.

“I love you and our baby.” Harry replied excitedly, his hand going down to rest on your stomach, “My very own baby.”

5 minutes of silence and Harry blurted out the first thing that came to his mind, “Hey, does that mean I can get sprouts now?”

I’m so sorry that was shit. I’m going to write another one when I get my shit together :(❤️❤️x

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summary → they’ve been friends for a year and a half, but at 7:36 in the night, secrets are finally revealed.

words → 1.1k

warnings → college!au, fluff

listen for effectlego house (cover) by shawn mendes *rain background*

you sat on the floor of your apartment, the soft rug under you as you looked at all your notes and flashcards. he sat on the couch, his notebook and laptop sitting in front of him as he looked over the study guide, reading a question off the packet. the smell of the sugar cookie scented candle filling both of your noses.

“okay, so what’s the coronary sinus?” he asked, looking over at you as you flipped to your notes, eyes skimming the words written in black pen. you found the term and read the definition out loud.

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Request: Could you do one where harry and his girl just started talking/ have been on a few dates and then she sees all this stuff in the news about him and Camille?

“I had fun tonight.” Harry smiled, your hands laced with his as you stood on your doorstep. 

You smiled, butterflies in your stomach and a blush on your cheeks. “Me too. Thank you.” 

Harry shook his head slightly. “Thank you. Text me when you wake up?” Harry tiltled his head to the side, making him look even more adorable than he already was and causing you to bite your lip a little, nodding. 

“Text me when you’re home?” 

“Of course,” He smiled, “Goodnight, love.” He leaned down, pressing his lips on yours in a kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist instead and your hands around his neck. 

You both pulled away, breathless with grins. “Goodnight. Take care.” You pecked his cheek, backing away until you were inside your house, holding the door. 

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Robb x Female Reader

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Imagine being betrothed to your life-long friend, Robb Stark, and having an awkward conversation about your future wedding night.

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Hey, loveeee! Are your requests open? May I have a one shot/imagine with Robb? Maybe he and S/o being friends, like really good friends, but get awkward around each other after some alliance or being betrothed? And please, with happy alive Stark family?? Love your writhing! S2s2

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The Stark family had tackled many issues in their lifetime; specifically, the conflict in Kings landing. However, with the help of your powerful house, they returned safely to the North.

You were currently sat with Sansa, stitching beautiful patterns into deep red silk whilst talking about serious matters she had encountered whilst betrothed to Joffrey.

“I was so stupid to believe his lies.” She scoffed making you increasingly become angry.

“Sansa Stark, that child will never hurt you again and if he even comes close to it, i will personally kill that bastard.” Before sansa could respond, your conversation was interrupted by Theon Greyjoy.

“Y/N. Lord Stark and your father wish to speak with you in the study.”

“Tell them it can wait.” You spat at the iron born, the two of you had never got along due to his prejudice and perverted attitude.

“It’s important. He said if you don’t come, to take you by force.” He smirked, hidden meanings laced within his words.

“Leave, i will make my own way.”

“I don’t take orders from you.” Theon retaliated.

“No but if you don’t listen to what Lady Y/N says, you’ll regret it.” A voice threatened from the doorway. Turning quickly, you spotted Robb Stark standing protectively next to you. An angry expression crossing his Tully features as he glared at his friend.

“Apologies Y/N, it appears our fathers have pressing issues they need to discuss with us. If you don’t mind, i would like to escort you there.” The Stark boy offered you his arm which you gladly took but not before kissing Sansa on the forehead as a goodbye.

Smiling cheekily, you bumped hips with Robb and whispered joyfully, “Lead they way my friend.”

“What?” Your question echoed as you attempted to grasp at sanity.

This was the single-most awkward situation ever known to man and by the look draped across Robbs face, he shared your feelings.

“You heard Lord Stark, Y/N. You and Robb shall marry before the next moon.” Your father held a proud expression, very similar to Eddards.

You were born into riches and nobility; providing you with a life almost as fine as royalty. However, due to your house’s humbling nature, the power you possessed was shared with the Starks.

“Father, can we at least discuss this?” Your newly betrothed pleaded, internally his heart was beating profusely however he had to match your disapproval in order to keep his dignity.

“It’s your duty to marry a woman of high stature. Lady Y/N is very beautiful, powerful and honourable. What’s there to discuss?” The rhetorical question held a tone discretely trying to silence the protest.


“This is non-negotiable Robb.” Ned finished, nodding slightly in respect at you before exiting with your father.

The silence swarmed like a tide of anxiety on a mission to destroy your friendship. Hesitating slightly, you stood from your chair and moved across the room before gracefully sitting opposite Robb.

“Are you okay?” Your soft voice soothed the Stark like honey does a cough however he couldn’t warrant a response due to your beautiful eyes observing him.

“I’m in slight shock, my lady.” He managed to huskily reply.

The truth was, Robb had always wanted to marry you. Your kind nature was refreshing yet enticing, your laugh was almost as amazing as your jokes and your beauty matched your flawless body.

He was head over heels in love with you - to which the feelings were returned.

You had always been curious about the Stark, wondering how it would feel to lay with him in a sexual fashion and now, much to your surprise, that was soon to be granted.

“My father has taken a liking to your family Robb.” You mused, “Clearly our friendship wasn’t satisfactory, he needs our love to be bound by the gods.”

“But- Y/N… what about after?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Acting clueless was the only way to make this less embarrassing. At least, that’s what you thought.

“The bedding ceremony, our life together, ev-” he rambled before you cut him off.

“Stark, calm down. Let’s just tackle one thing at a time.” Your delicate hands grazed Robbs causing tingles to course through his body. “On the eve of our wedding, we will make love as man and wife.”

As those words slipped so naturally past your mouth, Robb tugged his lip between his teeth. A simple action. However it was something that made you tense with desire.

“About that, i wont do anything you’re not comfortable with. You are to be my wife and i will never pressure you into sex.” 

“Robb you have never seen the sexual persona i am reserving for my husband. However, in light of recent events, you are the man i will marry.” You explained before concluding, “When i am your wife you have my complete consent to touch me, fuck me and love me in any way you please.”

The dirty context of your sentence made Robb groan slightly. You had both slowly moved towards each other throughout your conversation, so it was no shock that the Stark heard your quietly gasp in response to his sexy noise.

“As for the future?” He questioned, his breath becoming heavy as your stunning eyes glazed from excitement.

“We live happily ever after.” You giggled whilst breaking away from the tense vibe as a sly smile swept over your soft lips, “But until then, you remain nothing but a dear friend.”

Raising from your beautifully crafted chair, you winked seductively. This small moment of weakness would be sure to make young Robb feel awkwardly vulnerable but that didn’t stop you from enjoying the teasing power you held, proving that the magic between a woman’s legs could rule greater than words.

You glided towards the doors before gracefully exiting the room without looking back; a sultry smirk never leaving your face. It was safe to say you left Robb star struck, horny and putty in your hands however mainly…

You left him wanting more.

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I’m so sorry for not updating, i explained to the Anon earlier so if you are wondering, feel free to read it. Melisandre smut will be up tomorrow! I love you all, thank you for everything and your amazing support. I hope you enjoy this imagine. Keep Requesting! 🌹Tags - @littlemisscaptainfandom 🌹

block party (m) ⎪01

pairing: reader x jeon jungkook

word count: 4k

genre: neighbor au, enemies to lovers au, smut, slight angst

warnings: explicit sex, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, dom!jungkook, degradation, fingering, slight humiliation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, masturbation, basically pwp

summary: moving into your new apartment brings back memories of your biggest mistake.

a/n: so. i had planned for this to be originally a one shot but it became to long and i thought i was never gonna finish it. i was stressed out about not posting for a month and that stress hindered me from writing, so i figured if i do a series instead, i would at least have something down and it would give me time to think coherently about the next chapters instead of publishing shit just for the sake of it. hope this is enough for you guys! sorry!

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anonymous asked:

Hi love💕 can you please do an imagine where y/n is super hard to get but Harry feels determined to get her and at the end he ends up doing it but after having to convince her. Thanks babe.😊

I tweaked that just a tad! x


You were a friend of Glenne; even had a part in setting her and Jeff together.

“Tonight is the night we finally find you a man.” Glenne said, looking at you as you put on your earrings.

You rolled your eyes, “How many times do we have to talk about this?”

“For as long as you actually get a man.” Glenne raised her eyebrow.

“I’m going with the flow, G. I’m not going to force myself into a relationship. You know how I like things,” You popped your lips, looking at your lipstick before turning to look at Glenne, “Nice and slow.”

“You look hot.” Glenne grinned, looking at you. You had an off shoulder beige crop flowy top, black high waisted skinny jeans, burgundy chelsea boots and your hair is up in straight ponytail. Your make up was light but you had an eye catching burgundy lipstick along with your gold hoop earrings.

Your grin matched hers as you glanced at the mirror one more time before you and Glenne got out of your house and drove to Jeff’s, where he was throwing a small get-together for his close friends and a few of his crew.

“I’m telling you, you and Harry would make a really hot couple.” Glenne said.

You groaned, “What’s it with you and talking to me about him all the time?” You parked, unbuckling your seatbelt.

“You’re my best friend. I want the best for you and Harry is exactly that.” Glenne said as you both walked towards the door, Glenne unlocking it with her key.
You were met with laughter of people and chatter and the smell of colognes.

“Finally!” Jeff grinned, walking towards you and Glenne, greeting her with a kiss on the lips before hugging you and kissing your cheek. “Finally took a day off to see us?” Jeff teased you with a roll of his eyes as you all walked towards the others who were sat in the living room.

“I figured I’d let you have the fun of seeing me.” You joked.

“Everyone, this is Y/N Y/L/N, the next big businesswoman who spends her single life working and traveling.” Jeff said as you chuckled, waving at those who sat.

Your eyes lingered on floral pants, traveling to see who wore them, smiling when you saw that it was the one and only person Jeff and Glenne have been trying to set you up with; Harry Styles.

Harry’s eyes lingered on you, an intrigued smile on his face as he stood, approaching you and offering his hand, “Harry.” He spoke, his eyes not leaving yours. You put your hand in his, shaking it.


After greeting everyone else, you all sat, chatting about everything and anything. You were sitting on the couch opposite to Harry, who would grin whenever he said something that made you laugh.
“Y/N, could you be a darling and empty more snacks in bowls from the kitchen?” Glenne asked, batting her eyelashes at you.

You nodded, standing up, “Right pantry?”

“They’re on the counter.” Jeff answered, “Harry, can you help her? They’re a lot for just one person.”

You glared at the couple when you understood what they were after before smiling slightly, looking at Harry who gestured for you to walk in front of him.
You both walked towards the kitchen, Harry supporting a dimpled smile when he noticed your chelsea boots, glancing at his own for a moment.

“I’ll get the bowls, why don’t you open the bag?” You suggested. Harry nodded.

“I like the boots.” Harry said as you put the bowls in front of him.

You smiled, looking at them before looking at his, “I like yours, too. Wait, I think I saw a tweet the other day of your glittery gold ones?”

Harry nodded, “I have an obsession.”

No way! Me too,“ You chuckled, “Jeff got me these rainbow ones last month.”

“These were for you?” Harry gasped, “I helped him choose them.” He grinned, feeling his stomach flutter at the thought of you wearing something he chose.

“I love them.” You giggled, “We need to get those outside.” You held two bowls in your arms. You smirked at him before walking outside. Harry smiled to himself with a shake of his head before holding the other bowls in his arms and following you.

For the rest of the night, you noticed it; Harry trying to impress you and if not, he would be glancing at you. You caught him two times biting his lip before looking the other way with a dimpled smile once he noticed that you caught him. You looked at your phone’s clock, seeing it was 12 am.
You stood up, “Well, I gotta go. It’s midnight already and you guys know I’m not a fan of driving this late.” You looked at Jeff and Glenne.

“Aw, the night is just starting. We can give you a ride home.” Jeff said.

“Wait, Harry lives close to you.” Glenne said, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind giving you a ride?” She looked at Harry with a sly grin, wiggling her eyebrows.

“I definitely wouldn’t.” He smiled, looking up at you.

“You looked from Jeff and Glenne to Harry before feigning a yawn, "It’s okay. I’m feeling sleepy anyway. Harry can enjoy the rest of the night.”

At this, Harry, too, yawned. “I might be getting a tad sleepy too. Come on. Goodnight, everyone.” Harry waved as he stood up, standing beside you. You looked at him in surprise before saying goodbye to everyone and walking towards the door with Harry following you.

With a smirk and a confident expression, you unlocked your car. “You’re coming with me, aren’t you?” Harry asked.

You opened your car door, getting inside. “Goodnight, Styles.” You closed the door, blew him a kiss before driving off, leaving a very flustered Harry behind.

Harry entered the house again, “She didn’t even give me her number.” He frowned to Jeff and Glenne.

“Y/N…” They both said in unison.

The next day, you woke up and was scrolling through your phone, tapping on the new follower request on instagram. Your eyes immediately fell on the light blue check mark before you saw his name; harrystyles.
With a smile and a giddy feeling, you accepted his request.
It was a total coincidence for Harry. He was checking to see if you had accepted his request, meeting your profile loading pictures instead. He smiled, scrolling through your posts.
he smiled when he saw a picture of you and and a puppy, wanting to scroll down but instead, he double tapped.

“Shit!” He checked when the picture was posted, his eyes widening when he saw that it was a year ago. “Shit! Fuck!” It was too late to unlike it now, if you had the notifications appearing in the newsfeed, he already had looked like a creep.
That night, as he was having a drink with Mitch, he held his phone, debating whether or not he should send you a direct message.
He did.

‘Hi :) x’

15 minutes later, you replied back.

‘Hi, you. :)’

Harry frowned at the lack of x’s. Maybe you just didn’t use them.

'I’ll be straightforward. I want to see you again. Is that fine? x’

You replied minutes later,

I might be busy this whole week’

Harry cursed under his breath,

'Next week? :) x’

You replied,

'Sure. :) x’

He smiled at the x.

'Here’s my number ***-****. Text me whenever you’re free. x’

He waited for a reply, supporting a frown when he didn’t receive one until he was in bed, ready to sleep.

'Will do. x’

The week couldn’t have been going any slower. Harry would watch all your instagram stories, smiling to himself or showing your selfie to whoever was beside him. But you didn’t text him and he was beginning to worry if you ever were going to. Not to brag but if any other girl, they’d be kissing right now yet here he is, not even having your number.

It was exactly 13 days after your instagram texts when he found an unknown number calling him. He answered, “Hello?”

“I’m free tonight. Are you?” You said just as he answered.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he smiled, “Y/N?”
You hummed in confirmation. “Oh, yes, yes, I’m free. Uh, when?”


He smiled, nodding to himself. “7 it is. Text me your address so I can pick you up.”

“Will do, Styles. Casual or dressy?” You asked.

“Casual.” He answered although he, for one, had no idea where was he taking you yet.

“Got it. See you later, Styles.” He could hear the smirk in your voice before you hung up. He fist bumped the air before rushing to his room, opening his closet while different places floated in his head.

I’m his favorite black chelsea boots, black wife legged pants that had floral design at the end of it and a red shirt tucked inside loosely with a few buttons undone, Harry drove towards your address, finding that you really lived close to him.
He walked towards your door, clearing his throat and straightened his shirt and pants before he rang the doorbell.

After the second ring, he was met with you; clad in an outfit similar to his only your black wide legged pants were plain and you had a blue shirt that was also loosely tucked inside, brown chelsea boots on your feet. You both looked at each other’s outfits before bursting out laughing.

“You stole my look!” You laughed, closing the door behind you.

“You definitely stole mine, love.” Harry laughed, shaking his head.

“Now we’re going to look like we’re matching.” You joked, walking beside him towards his car.

“We are.” He bumped his hip with yours with a smile before opening the door for you.

“So, where are you taking me?” You asked after buckling your seatbelt, looking at him.

“Should I keep it as a surprise?” Harry asked you, turning the ignition on.

You nodded excitedly, slumping in your seat.

He took you to a bowling alley where you crushed his ass then to a small pub owned by a family with karaoke.

You laughed as Harry’s cheeks were pink and his eyes glaring at you jokingly. “I’m never letting you choose me a song. How was I supposed to sing Despacito?”

You laughed, holding your stomach as you had tears in your eyes. “I recorded it!”


Later that night, when Harry drove you home and walked you to your door, he stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down nervously. “I had fun tonight.” He said.

You smiled, “I mean, you were alright.” You joked.

Harry’s jaw dropped, eyes looking at you with worry, “You didn’t like it?”

“I’m just joking,” You giggled. You unlocked the door before standing against it.
“Does that mean I won a second date?” Harry smirked, taking closer steps towards you.

“Wait, tonight was a date?” You asked, almost laughing at Harry whose face fell. “Don’t go fainting on me now. I’m just joking, again.” You giggled.

Harry groaned but smiled, “Stop that.”

“But yes, you won yourself a second date,” You smiled before looking at him with a serious face, “Or did you?” and with that, you got inside, closing the door behind you as you were a giggling mess. You looked at Harry discreetly as he, again, looked flustered.

“She’s going to kill me.” Harry said once Glenne picked up the phone as he drove back home.

The next following days and weeks, you were getting pampered by Harry. When you woke up one day to a Gucci box on your doormat, attached to it an envelope, you were gobsmacked. Inside the box were a pair of customized Chelsea boots that had 3 little daisy flowers on each side, a card that said that they were customized just for you. When you teared open the envelope, you couldn’t contain the grin on your face.

'I saw daisies the other day and thought of you. Also thought of Chelsea boots (I always am). So this happened. I hope you like them. xx -Harry’

You rushed to call him, waiting impatiently for him to pick up. “Yellow?” He answered.

“You’re unbelievable.” You laughed.

“You got the gift?” Harry asked in a happy time.

“I did. But why? Why get me anything in the first place?”

“Because I want to. Also, figured they’d make you happy and guessing from this phone call, you are.” He replied.

“I am.” You giggled.

“Why don’t you put them on on your next date? Tomorrow? Breakfast? You, me, together.” He said nervously.

“I’d love to.” You smiled.

“Great! Wonderful! I’ll pick you up, text me the time, yeah?”

After you hung up and you squealed to yourself, you were already running towards your room to put your outfit together for the following day.
After falling asleep with a smile on both of your faces and getting ready, Harry stood inside your house as you put on your new boots.

“Ow did you even know my size?” You asked.

“Glenne.” Harry replied, opening the door for you and watching as you locked it behind you before you both walked towards his car.

“Of course.” You chuckled.
After arriving to a coffee shop nearby, you and Harry sat down after having your drinks and donuts, beginning to talk about everything.

“So, you like traveling?” Harry asked.

“Love.” You corrected with a smile.

“Do you travel alone?”

You nodded, “Sometimes a friend or some join but I’m mostly alone when I do.”

“Doesn’t it get lonely sometimes?” Harry asked, fiddling with his straw.

You shrugged, “Sometimes it does.”

“Well maybe we should travel together.” Harry suggested with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Maybe we should.”


It was the after your fourth date that you and Harry finally kissed. It was the cliché moment of a kiss goodnight on your doorstep, teenage blushes and grins after you pulled away.
It was the sixth date when Harry asked you the question;

“Would you be my girlfriend?” He shouted over the music as you both stood in a local underground band’s concert.

You stopped midway dancing, a grin on your face as you looked at him. “What?” You shouted.

“I asked you,” He shouted, smiling down at you, “Would you be my girlfriend? Save me some energy?” He grinned teasingly.

You nodded, pressing your lips on his, his hands holding your waist tightly.

“Finally. You drove me crazy, woman.” He said against your lips before attaching your lips together again.

I’m sorry for any typos, I’m on my phone and I’m sleepy and my phone’s screen is cracked lmao. Love you & hope you liked it! x

Gotta Get Better. (Pt. I)

Summary: Singers, Y/N and Harry, have been in a relationship for 3 and half years. Comfortable around each other, the couple have been there for each other during a lot, that until life decides to turn upside down.

Italics are flashbacks.

“You have been together for a year, is that correct?” Miranda, the interviewer for Vogue asked you.

You smiled, nodding. “Yes, it is.”

“And how would you describe Harry? Does it ever get hard with both of your careers?”

You took a breath, “We’re both doing what we love and it was basically how we met. I would never describe our relationship as hard, just needs a bit more effort than normal ones because of our careers and distance but like, we love each other and that’s all that matters. You know what they always say, distance makes the heart grow fonder.”

“So now what? You’re leaving? That’s what you’re going to do?” You followed Harry who was storming through the apartment, jaw clenching before snatching his car keys. “Harry, just talk to me, goddammit!”

Harry stopped, shutting his eyes before sighing and looking behind him where you stood, lip quivering as you fiddled with his oversized sweatshirt’s sleeves that you had worn. “I need to think.”

“And I need you to think with me, Harry.”  

“Harry, you look great. Does that have to do with a certain someone?” Jimmy Kimmel asked, making the 3 boys snicker and Harry to chuckle under his breath, looking at his mates for help.

“Uh, thanks for the compliment.You’re looking rather dashing yourself.” He replied smoothly, trying to stifle his wide smile.

“Are you trying to be sneaky? It’s not working.” Jimmy shook his finger, pursing his lips.

Harry felt Liam slap his back as his mates laughed at him. “Not so quick.” Louis said, laughing.

Harry blushed, shaking his head as he looked at his lap. “It has to do with my incredible mates and wonderful fans.”

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Rhaegar x Sister Reader

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Imagine marrying your older brother Rhaegar and having a romantic bedding ceremony.

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\ Request from anonymous /

Hey could you do a rheagar x sister where they are married and have the bedding ceremony??

♡ ♡ Warning: INCEST & SMUT ♡ ♡

This wasn’t necessarily how you wanted to live the rest of your life, but it was tradition.

The Targaryens had wed brother and sister for the entirety of time; so it was common knowledge that you were destined to marry Rhaegar.

You sighed lightly, hoping to exhale the nerves that were slowly gobbling you up. However, your theory was proven wasteful as you resorted to biting your lip.

The specs of frost covered your delicately styled hair as you stood outside of the castle. Your legs shook from anxiety whilst the chilling temperature froze your body.

In just a few minutes, you would be married - yet you were far from prepared.

The gates to the red keep opened dramatically, revealing your stunning figure to hundreds. The dress was a soft silk and stormy white with ¾ length sleeves of pure lace, so delicately entwined; it resembled a spiders web.

The gasps that circled around the abnormally large room caused your confidence grow as your gown flowing gracefully against the floor made you pray to the gods that you wouldn’t trip and embarrass yourself.

However, your prayer was deemed unnecessary due to the fact you reached Rhaegar with complete control over of your dignity. The smirk resting so naturally on his flawless face made your stomach flitter with butterflies.

His large hand wrapped around yours, silently leading you towards the Maester.

This was it.

Obnoxious cheers surrounded the throne room as your wedding feast took place. You sat next to your new husband with a small smile, it was rare to see the Kingdom so alive.

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” The voice of Tywin Lannister, the hand of the king, boomed. “It is time for the Bedding Ceremony.”

Drunken men stumbled over to you, all of them snatching to try and pick you up as their orders suggested.

Whilst girls fluently ravished Rhaegars beauty in a subtle way, slowly guiding him to the bed in which your marriage would be confirmed.

You fell abruptly onto the crimson fabric, your brother already laying out in a seductive pose. Velvet Curtains were drawn from all around, secluding you both into the small bed space.

It seemed like it was just the two of you but you knew that witnesses would be listening outside the thin material, ready to second the consummation.

Rhaegars smirk widened as you knelt cluelessly on the mattress, he couldn’t help the erection he had whilst observing your beauty.

“Shall we get started?” He teased, a famous Targaryen glint in his violet eyes.

You and Rhaegar didn’t have a good bond. In fact you despised each other. But all of your history clearly meant nothing because as soon as you whispered a small ‘yes’, his lips were on yours.

Softly, the targaryen took your waist and began undoing the back of your dress, leaving you naked before his eager frame.

He quickly undressed himself as you sat there, slightly bewildered. Rhaegars lips met yours again, more harsh and rough with a hint of desperation - A trait many of your relatives possessed.

Your hands automatically flung around his neck, sensually tugging at the boys hair earning a quiet groan. Rhaegar gently pushed you back and hovered himself above you; his perfect body pressing against your gorgeous one.

You truly looked like a match made in heaven.

Rhaegar began leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck whilst securing your legs tightly around his waist. The tip of his length made contact with your entrance causing you to freeze and him to stop.

Your newly wed glanced adoringly into your rare eyes before placing his lips lightly against yours, leaving a lingering sensation.

“Y/N.” He sighed against your skin, “I know you don’t want to do this. I understand why as well but if we don’t consummate our marriage, who knows what father will do.”

Your nervous expression softened as Rhaegar rationalised the situation.

“It’s not that I don’t want it, I’m scared. Terrified, in fact… but I love you and trust you. My issue is the fact there are 10 people listening to us.” You whispered cautiously.

The targaryen prince smiled at his younger sister, “You love me?”


“You said that you loved me.”

Your blush didn’t go unnoticed, however, your stuttering took the attention away. “Well, I mean… You are my brother and now my husband- aren’t I supposed to love you?”

Rhaegars face was unreadable. This was the first real conversation you two have ever had with out a snide comment being thrown at each other.

“Y/N, I have been looking forward to our wedding for years.” He confessed, slowly grinding to rub his hard length through your silky folds in a teasing manner.

“Really?” You quietly moaned.

“Yes, now look at me.” Rhaegar placed his forefinger under your chin, forcing you to stop watching your intimacy and meet his eye.

“If you are uncomfortable with the witnesses then try to forget they’re there. Look around you.” he ordered, “We are beautifully enclosed together. Just you and me expressing our love.”

You leant up slightly, capturing his smooth lips with yours as your passion was shared. “I’m ready, Rhaegar.”

Gasping slightly, the prince slid into you. The pain was a perfect mix of distorted pleasure, everything you felt was exposed in your vulnerability.

“Fuck Y/N.” He groaned. Your tight walls hugged his member whilst he pulled out before forcing himself back into you. The moan that left your lips was caught by Rhaegar as he bit your bottom lip.

As your new husband became more intoxicated with the feeling of you, his thrusts sped up. Your hips rolling up to meet his with each movement. The only thing on your mind as he brought you towards ecstasy was an odd feeling of satisfaction.

“Gods.” Rhaegar moaned, “I love you so fucking much Y/N.” His head was nuzzled into your neck as he nibbled viciously.

“I love you too Rhaegar…” You gripped the side of his face and pulled him to meet your eye. “And not just because I’m supposed to love you. No, I love you because you are the first person to ever make me feel worth something more than the Targaryen name.” You tried to speak smoothly. However, small moans escaped you as Rhaegars thrusts sped up, your words fuelling a desire within him.

He let a small grin swipe over his lips before cockily saying, “My love, the only name you need to remember is mine because I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t even recall your own.”

“Shut up Rhaegar.” You laughed at his idiocy making a genuine sense of happiness dawn on him.

“As you wish.” He pulled you closer and rested his forehead against yours.

“Oh and Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You hummed in response.

Another smile worked its way onto Rhaegars lips as you moaned slightly,

You looked beautiful today.”

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Good Morning my beauties!! I hope this was okay? I know this isn’t my best but i tried really hard to make this flow : )

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something where Harry and Y/N can't have a child together so they adopt a baby? You can really make it what you want. Thanks❤

 "I saw this cot today. It looked very lovely.“ Harry mumbled as he had his head on your chest and his arms wrapped around you while you played with his hair.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Did you now?”

Harry hummed.

Ever since you got married a year ago, Harry was always bringing up the baby topic. “You’d make a great mum”, “I’ll be a cool dad, yeah?” and the list goes on.

“You know, we’ve been married for a year now, baby, and I think the house is getting too spacious for just us. Imagine this, waking up to happy giggles, a girl with your eyes and my hair or a mumma’s boy. It’s nice, isn’t it?” Harry asked, looking up at you with a hopeful smile.

You sighed, “It is. But can we talk about this tomorrow?”

Harry gave you a side smile before nodding, getting off your chest and sleeping on his side of the bed instead. You sighed before turning off the lamp beside you and sleeping on the idea of having a family with Harry.

The next day, you spent it pampering Harry. To say he was confused would be an understatement but he was happy about it. When night came, you sent him to the grocery store to get you tampons  - despite not being on your period but he didn’t need to know that now – before you changed into the newly bought lingerie you had bought weeks ago. You sat on bed, practicing a posture.

You settled for just resting on your knees in the dimmed room, growing excited when you heard him enter. “Baby? I got it!” Harry announced before racing upstairs and opening the door. His jaw hung open, looking at you in awe.

“So, baby making?” You asked with a bite of your lip.

Needless to say, Harry took it upon himself to put the bun in oven that night.

The next day, you both woke up exhausted but smiley as you remembered last night’s events and rounds.

“How was I?” Harry asked with a smirk as he propped himself on his elbow, looking down at you.

You blushed, swatting his chest lightly. “Shut it, Styles.”

“You were phenomenal. All the right m-“

“Oh my, stop.” You giggled, hiding your face with your hands. When yours and Harry’s laughter died down, you looked at him. “You know I won’t get the baby from first time, right? I mean, that’s what my sister told me anyway.”

“You could just ask for another round, baby.” Harry grinned before tackling you.

It was confusing to both of you. 6 months of trying and you still weren’t showing any signs of being pregnant. You were getting frustrated. You and Harry had done everything; from round throughout the day to spicing things a little. You read about it, asked your mothered friends but everything and everyone were pointing towards one direction; seeing a doctor.

“I’m scared.” You said quietly, giving Harry’s hand a squeeze as you sat in the waiting room.

“I’m here, love. It’s going to be okay.” Harry cooed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and giving your temple a kiss.

“Mr. and Mrs. Styles?”

You and Harry stood up, Harry’s hand on your back as you both entered the doctor’s office with your blood test results folder in your hand. You greeted the doctor whose name was Rachel before sitting down and giving her the folder. You fiddled with your fingers nervously, trying to copy Harry’s supportive smile but you knew that something just wasn’t right and your doctor’s apologetic look proved it.

“Can I have yours, Mr. Styles, please?” The doctor asked politely, opening her palm.

“Of course.” Harry said quietly, giving her his folder.

She opened it, eyes traveling down the results before she closed the folder and sighed, taking off her eyeglasses. “I’m sorry to have unfortunate news,” She began. Your heart dropped, barely feeling Harry’s concerned eyes on you. “Mrs. Styles, it appears that you’re infertile.”

Your breath got caught in your throat, feeling your heart tighten and your eyes to water. “What?” You managed to choke out quietly.

“Judging from the results, it’s in your genes so any operation won’t be successful. Mr. Styles, you’re healthy and well,” She gave Harry a small smile before turning to look at you, “I’m very sorry, Mrs. Styles.”

You were sad, devastated. You felt like this was a punishment. Who wouldn’t want to be a mother? Hell, who wanted to be forced not to be a mother? You were sad not only for your disability but because you felt like this was unfair to Harry. So leaning your head on Harry’s car window, tears falling, you felt nothing but sadness. Harry, too, felt sad; but he knew you needed him. Now more than ever.

Once you reached your house, you walked inside, plopping on the couch and burying your head in your hands, sobbing. Harry was instantly by your side, wrapping his arms around you and rocking you gently. “I love you. I love you so much.” He whispered in your hair as you hugged him, moving to place yourself on his lap.

“I’m so sorry.” You cried out.

“What are you sorry for? This is out of your hand but it’s okay, we still have each other, yeah?” Harry said gently, cupping your face in his hands. You sniffled and nodded, calming down as Harry pecked every inch of your face. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Somehow, after telling yours and Harry’s families about the news and receiving nothing but love from them, the fans knew; the world knew. You were overwhelmed by the supportive replies and messages and you and Harry were both thankful for it. A month later, a month full of nothing but love and assurance and thinking, you had an idea; one you didn’t know how Harry would react to it.

So when Harry returned home from a studio session at 8 and found dressed up with his favorite home cooked meal and his favorite scented candle on the table, he was amused and surprised. “Oh shit, is tonight important? Your birthday isn’t until De-“ You cut him off with a kiss.

“You haven’t forgotten anything.” You said quietly with a warm smile. “Why don’t we eat? I’m sure you’re starving.”

Still surprised, Harry sat down and began to eat slowly. He watched you eat, thinking of all scenarios. He put his fork down, wiping his mouth with the napkin. “Alright, what is it?”

You chuckled, wiping your mouth. “You caught me.”

“Always do. Now tell me.” He smiled.

“I was thinking,” You began, tracing figures on the tablecloth with your fingers to avoid Harry’s gaze, “We can…adopt?”

Harry’s eyes widened, “A-Adopt? Adopt a child?”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “No, a dog. Yes, Haz, a child.”

“Yes! Oh my god, yes!” Harry grinned, standing up and walking towards you, pulling you up before pressing his lips on yours in a hard kiss.

It didn’t take long for you and Harry to be on it, it was the following day. You both sat on the mat with 10 other kids, ages ranging from 2 years to 7 as you all joked and told stories. However, it was one girl that stood out the most for you and Harry. Hell, it was like she really was your daughter.

She had gorgeous hazel eyes, curly hair, olive skin and a bubbly smile. She had a wise and smart personality but she knew how to have fun, seeming to love you and Harry. She was only 2 years old and went by the name “Coco”.

“I love chocolate and my teddy bear calls me Coco.” She had said.

When Harry asked the manager for the little girl’s real name, you both knew it was Charlotte.

You, Harry and Coco were taken to a different room for privacy to have a word.

You smiled at Coco who sat on your lap, playing with your hair. “Would you like to come with us, Coco? Live with us?” You asked softly.

“Forever?” She gasped.

“And ever, love.” Harry grinned, stroking her hair.

“So,” She grinned gradually, “Mummy and Daddy?”

Harry smiled, looking at you as you looked at the girl lovingly. “Mummy and Daddy.” He confirmed.



Broken Hearts and Empty Cups; T.H

Summary: Where Toms friends dare him to break up with you and he feels the need to prove a point. (Angst)

Words: 3033


Note: @cosmetologynerd helped me break you

 “Do it, I dare you.”

Tom let a sarcastic laugh fall from his lips, the dare originally coming off as a joke and he shook his head, folding his arms. The rest of the boys, as scattered around the library table as they were managed to stare him down- they seemed dead serious whereas Tom, was not. Instead, he felt a wave of anxiousness fall upon him.

Textbooks and writing pads were strewn around the wood, all open but not a single page had been read since they arrived nearly forty-three minutes ago. But neither of them really came to study media, journalism and sports as they’d originally discussed. The boys tended to be more invested in Toms relationship, more so taunting him for it.

“Don’t be stupid, mate.” Tom wet his lips, feeling uncomfortable with where the conversation was heading. How it even landed on the two of you? He was unsure.

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