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BABY HONEY’S BACK WITH RUIN PT 2!!🥹🥹

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Run (Ruin, pt 2)

A/N: hey… it’s genuinely been like a whole year. i know how much of you wanted Ruin part 2, but it’s better late than never!! i feel horrible, but i really did need the break. now that it’s summer, i should have a lot more free time on my hands. please enjoy, and beware of the dark themes. if you don’t like it, please click away, don’t report. thank you<3

TW: VERYdark/dom/POSSESSIVE/toxic!harry x sub/crybaby/innocent reader, dacryphilia, daddy kink, primal kink, SMUT WITH PLOT!, unprotected sex, spanking, forced orgasms, cunnilingis, oral (male receiving), overstimulation, breeding kink, spit kink, gaslighting. please let me know if there’s something missing.

SUMMARY: When a predator hunts its prey, they search, pursue, attack and consume. Even going so far as to mock, play, and taunt their prey before utterly destroying it. While the predator enjoys the delicious reward after the exhilarating chase, the hunt is what they live for.

Ruin, Pt 1

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It started out as a normal car ride. Harry was driving you back home from the park, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the wheel. He can’t help his anger, and he refuses to feel like this is his fault. It’s his mess, but he’s not the one who made it go this far. You were the one who disobeyed his every rule, to the point where his two friends thought they could take his place.

It started out as a normal car ride. Until one missed exit because two, and two became three. Harry doesn’t even know where he’s going, or what he’s thinking. He only knows that you’re sitting next to him, your favorite stuffed animal in hand, and smile on your face like you’re excited to go back to your life at home. Only, you don’t deserve it. Not after you forced him to punish you for being so terrible. Harry’s jaw clenches just at the thought of you sitting next to Drue or Jack. Before he misses the fourth exit, he quickly turns and exits the freeway.

He was hoping you would stay quiet. But, of course, there you go with your dense questions.

“Where we goin, Harry?” You peep, with that squeaky curious voice of yours. Harry nearly rolled his eyes.

“Be silent unless I call for you.” He responds, dull and quick, making a left turn. It obviously flew past your head— because your eyes grow big as you stare out the window, palms pressed against the cool glass. You watch as you seem to get farther and farther from the city, and into an endless roadway of tall trees. You're in a trance for a while, your fuzzy little brain- too focused on how tall the trees are- doesn't even realize how every car that passes becomes less and less as you drive. Until there were none left. No cars, no buildings, and barely any houses.

Staring mindlessly into oblivion, you wiggle your feet in boredom to pass time. Your favorite pair of shoes ever, your pink and white Mary Janes, have been exchanged for your earlier pink shoes. They were truly the cutest shoes you’ve ever seen, your favorite part being the little hearts scattered all over them. They just screamed you, and Harry thought the same. For this reason, you always carry them with you in case you decide to switch.

Turning around to look at Harry, whose eyes are squinted as he focuses on the road, you try to figure out for yourself where you're going. Harry has barely spoken to you the entire ride, despite all the curious questions you've asked throughout the trip. The only thing close to a response you've gotten out of him so far was a plain "Mhm," which made you wonder.

“Y/n.”

“Hm?” You respond perkily, excited to hear Harry calling your name. His eyes have a glimmer of despair and disappointment, rather than their typical blank appearance. You patiently wait for Harry to speak again.

“What were you thinking? That I was gone and they could take my place? That I wouldn’t come back for you? Tell me exactly what you thought.”Harry speaks, taking care to keep his tone steady and low so you can hear how serious he is.

But you can’t, and your little brain can’t understand what you’ve done wrong, no matter how hard you try. You’ve replayed the moments over and over in your head, and still, you can’t see what’s made Harry so upset with you. From the minute you woke up, to the new park Harry took you to, to your favorite park, the ice cream shop and the park again, you thought you’ve done everything right.

“I- I don’t understand, Harry. I did what you told me to, like a good girl..” You trail off. Only shaking his head, Harry reacts to your pitiful excuse for an explanation. He grips the steering wheel harder, making a few more turns.

You have no idea what Harry’s been through to keep you. The countless amount of times where you interrupt his meetings because you’re needy and want to held, the countless amount of times where you’d starve yourself because Harry wasn’t there to eat with you. The countless amount of times where people wonder. They wonder why you act the way you do, why you need Harry so much, just to breathe it seems like. They wonder where he found you and why you’ve remained attached to him ever since.

Harry’s answer is always the same.

“She’s my angel. What matters is that I found her, not how.” And it’s true. It seemed when you two first met, you needed each other to live and function. When Harry considers where it's all gone wrong, his heart can't help but ache.

Something has to happen with you. Something has to make you listen. Harry’s convinced that the guilt he’s feeling is his mind playing tricks on him, trying to let you get away with what you’ve done. So he pushes the thoughts away, and keeps on driving, and driving, and driving.

After a few more minutes of what felt like an endless road of trees, you feel the car come to a stop.

“Where are-”

“Get out.”

You unbuckle your seatbelt, going as fast as you can. Harry’s already out the car, and sees you struggling to move as quick as he’d like. He walks to your side and unbuckles the seatbelt quickly, yanking you out of the car and slamming the door behind you.

“Wha-“

“Don’t speak unless I call for you.”

Harry telling you to be silent- it wasn’t for his own benefit, it was for yours.

He guides you to a forest entrance, and before you know it, the enormous trees are swallowing you. You can only make out the grass and trees.

You’re lost in wonder when Harry suddenly stops, making you jerk to a stop as well. He gives you a long, hard look before removing his jacket and checking his pockets. He pulls out his wallet, sunglasses, and keys before setting them all on the floor. His attention shifts back to you once he covers everything with his jacket.

With a confused look in your eye, you look at Harry, who’s looking at you expectantly. He opens his mouth to speak, but quickly changed his mind and rushes to you. He takes off your sweater, and pauses. You squeak when he begins touching over you, feeling every inch of your body for anything you may be carrying. He removes your phone, and your bag, and throws it next to his things. He took everything he could off your body, skipping your bracelet.

“Harry, what are yo-“

“Are you holding anything? Give it to me.” Harry interrupts, holding out his palm. He impatiently eyes your teddy bear that’s hanging from your clenched hands, and brings his gaze back to you.

“Right now.”

You reluctantly give him your bear, and as soon as you watch Harry cruelly toss him on the forest floor, regret fills inside of you. He didn't even look at where he was being thrown; instead, he was fixated on you the entire time. Your poor bear lays on the ground face down into a dense, dirty pile of leaves. The sight makes you cringe horribly, because you love that bear, and you’ve taken such great care of him like you were told to, when Harry first gave him to you.

You stare in disbelief, and open your mouth to speak, but Harry cuts you off before you can start. He stalks toward you- and you unknowingly step back, his eyes narrowed, and his gaze piercing into your startled one. The crunch sound beneath his feet echo as he steps. He gets closer, having to lean down to get to you.

“Run.”

There’s a lengthy silence before you break it. You can’t stop the smile from spreading across you face, and the giggle from escaping your mouth. Harry looks dead serious, keeping silent with his eyes narrowed down at you. He has no amuse from watching you giggle.

“Harry, we can’t run in the woods! You’re so funny! We can get lo-”

“My God- Y/n, shut the fuck up! I swear to God if I hear even a little squeak come from your mouth..”Harry interrupts you, pinching his nose bridge as he always does when he’s frustrated.

“Don’t make a sound unless I call for you. Unless I call for you. Do you fucking hear me!?” He shouts, his voice strained and his veins popping out of his neck as he speaks.

Still, you can’t help the giggles coming from you. You didn’t even bring your running shoes. There’s no way you’d run in your MaryJanes and risk ruining your most favorite shoes! Harry’s jokes have gotten funnier than ever!

But he doesn’t laugh with you. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t even blink. You become more and more aware of how drastically the atmosphere has changed with each passing second. Harry’s joke became less and less funny, and more dire.

“I said,” Harry starts, grabbing a fistful of your hair harshly and yanking your head back. You almost yelp at the feeling of your scalped being so harshly pulled. His eyes are full of a darkness you’ve never seen before, and his mouth formed into a snarl. It was enough to make you cry.

“Run.”

You waste no time, only looking back once to see Harry before sprinting down the forest path. You let out helpless, frightened whimpers out of fear that Harry’s right behind you. But he stays back, still in his place as he watches you scramble away like a helpless little mouse. Poor baby, so scared at the much bigger, scary man that was just your loving, protective partner. How quickly things can things can change.

Harry counted to 120. He waited until he couldn’t hear your rushed footsteps against the crunchy leaves of the forest floor. He waited until the sound of your frantic whimpers and pants faded away as you ran. He waited until there was silence. Nothing but him and the towering trees. For a moment, he ponders on why he’s even here- telling his girlfriend to run away from him, in the middle of the forest, like he’s a wild wolf. Then he remembers how horrible he felt when he saw you with Drue and Jack. How he wanted to take you right then and there, not caring about who he’d piss off.

That’s when he starts to run. Green Adidas leave tracks in the mud as he darts through the damp forest. He runs, and he runs, the daunting thought of you cuddled up with his friends in the back of his mind. He’s set on catching you- letting out a growl of determination as he goes. The image of you cowering away- hiding from him in a bush sends blood rushing to his cock, and he picks up his speed.

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It feels like it’s been hours that you’ve been hiding from Harry.

Your hands rush to your mouth, concealing a startled squeal. If you heard correctly, a twig snapped not that far from you. You cower deeper in your bush and grab the massive leafy branch you laid in front of you. You position it to where you’re concealed completely, and once everything goes quiet, that’s when the realization sets in. You don’t even know why you’re running from your kind, loving Harry.

But the way he threw your bear makes you feel like you don’t want to find out. Tears threaten to spill from your waterline as you suddenly become very, very, homesick. You miss the rest of your stuffies at home. You long to be on the luxurious, soft mattress right now, holding your bear close to your chest. You miss Harry’s scent, and the cuddles he’s give you every single night before sleep time. How long are you going to be here? Harry made you leave your phone, your purse, everything.

Snap..

You make an effort to keep your composure as you consider all the potential causes of that sound. Any wild animal could be passing by. A common squirrel can be searching for acorns to bring home to its family. In the midst of all this terror, you smile at the idea of a squirrel packing its face with acorns. The thought of it just takes your mind, until you giggle unconsciously to yourself. Once more covering your lips with your palm, you briefly hold your breath.

Like the last few times, it seems like there is nothing there. But you suddenly hear whistling, followed by Harry's loud yet unsettlingly deep voice.

“Come out.. I know you’re there.. somewhere..” He wanders while cooing in a taunting manner.

“C’mon.. Won’t be mad at you, Baby. I’m the one who told you to run, aren’t I? Are you.. here?” Harry looks in a bush, nearing closer to yours. You watch him closely through the spaces in the bush.

Knowing that Harry won't be angry with you for running away makes you feel relieved. You want nothing more than to be in his arms again, in your warm bed under the covers. Your chest starts to ache at how badly you want it. Mindlessly, and completely lost in thought, you crawl from the bush— but stop and think about what Harry said.

“Don’t speak unless I call for you.” Your mind hears Harry's voice so clearly that you stop. He’s been shouting out things to ease you into thinking it’s okay to come out, but he never once called for you. You praise yourself silently for remembering before you could make a huge mistake.

“How long do you think you can hide before I find you? And trust me, when I do, M’ gonna fuck you dumb. Like the dumb little kitten you are..” Harry’s voice booms across the forest because of the silence.

“You’d like that though.. huh? You’d like me fucking you over, and over, and over… till you’re screaming, begging me to stop. Remember last week on the couch? ‘Oh, Daddy! Daddy! Stop it! T-too much, oh, Daddy! M’ gonna cum!’ “You couldn’t get away from me if you tried your hardest, baby.” He makes fun of you, jogging vivid memories of that day. You make an effort not to dwell on it too much, but you can already feel wetness in your panties, and you start to ache for Harry. How can you be so scared yet so turned on at the same time?

He continues with his little taunts, and searches for any sign of you. A tiny groan escapes him as a reflection of light strikes his eye. Following the reflection, he sees it bouncing off a nearby tree. As he searches for the source of the light, he follows it and fixes his gaze on a another bush. Your bush.

Your eyes fix on Harry's as you continue to observe through the bushes. He doesn’t notice you yet, and you try to see what exactly he noticed. The sun was just starting to set, and the bright sun made it hard for you to see. You shift carefully, and then realize just what he’s looking at— your bracelet. The one you swore to never take off when Harry gave it to you. Why didn’t that come across your mind? The sun was reflecting right on your arm, and when you try to take it off, you only made things worse. He continues searching for you, getting closer, and closer. You don’t make a sound, you don’t even breath.

“Do you think you can hide forever? Huh? Think you can run and escape from me? Well, there’s one thing you’re forgetting.” Harry taunts and teases, sounding more frustrated and desperate. A sudden silent falls upon you, and you wonder if he left another direction to search for you. When it’s clear he’s gone, you let go of your breath.

“I’ll always find you.”

Screaming at Harry’s voice in your ear, you try to escape, but his massive, strong hands grab you by your ankles and yank you back.

“N-no!” You screech. You kick your foot back at Harry, it was surprisingly easy, as if Harry let you go himself. You rose to your feet as quickly as you could and broke into a sprint; you knew that he was holding off on going after you on purpose because if he had wanted to, Harry could have immediately captured you in his arms and destroyed you.

The worst part of it was that, although knowing he'll catch you eventually, he still allowed you to exhaust yourself out of amusement. Instead of being grateful for the opportunity to escape, you were afraid of how much worse he would make things for you as punishment for not just giving up at the very start.

Dodging all the twigs and tree branches that have fallen off, you sprint faster than you ever have before. Although the mud was damp and heavy, you kept your pace. You run and run, and soon think you’ve lost him and you can stop. Before you can even slow down, though, you hear heavy, fast footsteps behind you. Turning around as you run, you see Harry gaining on you, an unnerving, malicious smile wide across his face. You give it all you’ve got, and pick up your speed.

“That’s right, Y/n.. Run, run!” Harry shouts behind you, an exasperated rasp in his voice. A helpless, scared whimper comes out of you as you try, you try so hard to run faster and faster. You can't help but bump into a few low-hanging branches, leaving small scrapes on your arms and a terrible tear in your pink sundress, which is now filthy. Your MaryJanes have unbuckled because of fast you’ve been going, and your feet start to slip. Your body aches so much. You want to stop and ask Harry why he’s doing this to you, but that eerie smile you saw just a few minutes ago keeps you moving.

Your eyes well up with tears. You can’t even see where you’re going, it seems almost pointless to run now. You almost stop. Your ears start to fill with the obnoxious noise of passing cars, and you cringe at the sensation. The last thing your little head needed was a headache, and you’re already prone to one from all of this exertion. But when you realize that is your ticket out of here, your eyes widen from adrenaline. Moving your legs faster, you head for the sound of the cars, which was luckily straight ahead. Harry notices where you’re headed, and attempts to catch you before you get there. He’s right on you. You know he is - because you can hear his condescending laughter coming closer and closer.

Another reminder that while for him it was fun game, for you it was almost life or death.

The more you run the more you can see your exit. It’s so, so perfect. You’d run out towards the street, towards civilization where people can see you in broad daylight. You take a look behind you, and notice Harry isn’t behind you anymore. It doesn’t bother you too much, the thought of being out of the forest takes all of your concentration.

You’re getting closer.. and closer.. you can almost feel the sunlight hit your face. Almost reaching the concrete, a smile of victory appears on your face, before completely disappearing. You rush into Harry's chest head-on, your eyes widening so much that you lose your balance and land on your ass. Before you can flee, he kneels down at your shaking body and grabs you by the hair.

“Gotcha.”

You gasp in terror as you stare up at him towering over you and it makes you realize just how manic Harry looks. His clothes are surprisingly in one piece, and as clean as they were before. His shaggy brown hair is all over the place, some clinging to his forehead from sweat. His eyes, beady and wide as they maliciously stare down into yours.

Although you're certain that you both appear the same, Harry has an unsettling stature about him that you’ve never seen so close before. He chuckles darkly, enjoying every second you have that horrified look on your face.

“You stupid, stupid baby. Stand up and take that pretty lil dress off— Daddy wants to see all of you.”

You cry. You can’t imagine how uncomfortable you’ll be once you take off your dress. The forest air was so humid, and you knew it wouldn’t be kind to your skin- especially your princess parts. Harry frowns at watching you hesitate at his orders, and smacks you lightly across the face. You let out a piercing yelp, and Harry only rolls his eyes in pity of you.

“Go on, then. I want the dress off. Shoes too.”

Completely sobbing again, you stand yourself up, and slowly pull your dress over your head. You cringe at the harsh humid air attacking your skin, making your nipples immediately harden. Harry remains looking down at you with a slight smirk. His eyes wander on every part of your body.

“What should I use first, hm?” Harry brings his hand to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your chapped lips.

“Your pretty mouth? Or..” His eyes travel downwards, and you can feel his sharp gaze pierce through the skin of your thighs.

“That tight lil pussy of yours.. or..” He continues, making you cringe at what else he could possibly want from you. His hands trail downwards, down your chest and in between your thighs, stopping at the center of your panties. Using his index finger, he toys with you a little bit— sliding his finger over your clit and in your folds as best he could through the cloth. You can’t help your whimpering as you feel the moisture in between your legs worsen. When you feel Harry’s hands go downwards past your panties, you start to squirm away again. You and Harry have done it almost every way possible, but never down there; it has always been far too difficult for you, and the concept of it has terrified you to your core.

“No! Harry, stop!” The words come out in a jumble as you struggle to run around his tall, towering body. You manage to escape from his grasp, but of course Harry’s insanely strong arms keep you back. Instead of grabbing you this time, he throws you to the ground, where you helplessly crawled until he caught you by the ankles. He revels in the way you think you could ever escape him. He keeps you in that position for a bit- you being face flat on the ground, back already arched for him.

“Why’re you trying to hide from me so much, hm? Daddy’s not that scary, is he? Bet you loved it.. and your pussy—” Harry yanks your panties to the side in a split second, giving you no time to prepare for the forest humidity on the most sensitive part of you. A wide, cheshire like smile spreads across his face once he sees your soaked pussy, and whether you like it or not— it was begging to be touched.

“S’wet, isn’t it? Yeah, just like I knew you’d be. You’re crazy, just like Daddy.”

He flips you back over, taking you by the hair once again to make sure he has enough to be able to yank you if he wanted. You whine in protest. The harsh forest ground was already hurting your fraile little body.

“God, Y/n- you squeal so fuckin’ much.. Think I’ve decided, baby. M’ gonna use that lil mouth of yours.. shut you up for a bit.” Harry almost whines in annoyance, getting to his feet and unbuckling his belt. He does it in a rush, like he’s growing impatient of watching you beg, and lets his pants sag to his mid-thigh.

“On your knees, c’mon.” Sternly, Harry commands you, only giving you a split second to do it yourself before he does it for you.

“N-no.. Harry! Harry, no! Stop.. Daddy, Daddy, please!” You screech, using his name, his proper name— to get him to see how desperate you are.

Harry took his erection out of his boxers as you winced and tried to turn away, but he put a palm on your head to show you. Choking on your sobs, you swallow before giving him another look— begging once more. Harry couldn’t care less, and brings his tip to your chin. You did nothing; and Harry roughly shoves two fingers between your lips to get you to open.

“Don’t fret, kitty. It won’t be too rough,” Harry grumbles, contradicting himself though— not even warning you as he shoves his massive length down your throat. You gagged immediately, letting out a pathetic mewl which sent vibrations straight to his cock.

You only let his cock sit in your mouth, your eye already watering at how painful it is to keep your mouth wide enough for Harry’s length. He lets out an annoyed sound, thrusting his hips to gain some movement.

“Y/n, come on. You’re fucking dumb, but you’re not that dumb. Suck on it.”

Out of reluctance, but lacking other options, you pursed your lips and hollowed out your cheeks. He immediately lets out a groan, closing his eyes and leaning his head back on the tree behind him.

“Shit- knew that’s what I was missin’- your cute lil mouth. S’ all it’s good for, huh? Suckin me off and talking back- fuck- keep going, baby.”

You close your eyes in concentration, trying your hardest to ignore how your jaw feels like it’s going to fall off. It’s not like you’re not used to this though, or haven’t done this before. You love to please Harry, and you love to suck on him when you can— sometimes even begging him to let you have a taste. But this was different though, it felt as if he genuinely didn’t care if you felt bad, just as long as you were making him feel good.

You slide your head back, just enough to bring your lips right on his tip. You give his cock little kitten licks, your favorite thing to do— before swirling your tongue all around.

Harry moans, bending his knees a bit before steadying himself again. His eyes rolled back before he shuts them again completely.

“F-fuck, good girl! Don’t call you Kitten for no reason- that’s right, be a good girl and keep sucking for Daddy.” He says in a pant, using a hand to brush his hair back before bringing it back down to yours. He pulls your hair back slightly to guide you in the pace he wants. Swallowing harshly, he opens his mouth to speak again.

“Been thinking about this since the ice cream shop, babydoll. You act so innocent but you just love this, don’t you? My lil fuckin’ slut.”

Tears are filled to the brim of your eyes, but you keep on going. Taking your hand, you reach for Harry’s balls and squeeze them as you go.

“Mhm- yeah, should’ve done this in front of Drue and Jack, maybe they would’ve gotten a fuckin’ hint,” Harry says through grunts and moans. Looking down at you, you already look so worn and tired. Your knees are bruised already, your mascara’s running down your face, and your teary, red eyes droop down from exertion.

Harry almost cums from the sight of you crying over his cock.

He thinks about how horrible this all must look; you being completely naked, on your knees, shivering while sucking his cock. He’s still almost fully clothed, and completely comfortable. He loves it— you need to suffer. This is all your fault.

He thrusts his cock even deeper down your throat, but you move your head farther away. As soon as you do, Harry shoves your head down again, indulging in the sight of you so desperate for a break. You struggle and fight for air, pushing on Harry’s thighs desperately, but it only made him thrust his cock faster.

“Mm!” You try to tell him it’s too much, you can’t breath, but it’s no use. His thighs clench harshly, and let’s out a strained groan, which leaves his mouth open slightly. He uses you to edge himself just a bit more, before he decides he’s already become bored.

It felt like ages, but Harry did eventually let you go. You pulled back with a choking gasp and cough. He looks down at you pitifully, a hand slowly rubbing his aching cock. You wipe your dripping tears, feeling your heartbeat quicken when you feel Harry grab you up by the hair.

Whining, you find it difficult to move when he pulls your hair up, but you move rapidly when you notice Harry's angry expression. In one swift movement, he flips you around, your bare backside on his front. He groans when he feels your ass pressing against his still hard cock.

“Baby-baby, baby, baby…” He says in a whisper, so close to your ear, you almost whimper at how sensitive it feels on your skin. Harry holds you in a chokehold with one arm across your neck, and the other trails down your body. He moves so excruciatingly slow, almost tickling you. His hands stroked your stomach, glided down your thighs until he reached between your shaking legs.

All Harry had to do was flick your miserable clit once, and you almost died of pleasure. He knew you were cumming as soon as he felt your poor pussy throb against his fingers. Letting out a shriek of surprise, you almost fall to your knees before Harry’s strong arms catch you. You hadn’t even realized how riled up you were until you squirting all over Harry’s hand, your poor little body shaking tremendously against his.

Even Harry looked surprised for a second, watching how hard you’re cumming from one single flick. You ride out your unexpected orgasm, wailing and whimpering Daddy— over, and over as you came down from your high.

Once you’re done, Harry shoves you away from him, and turns you so you’re forced to face him once more.

“You’re having too much fun.” His tone is so velvety smooth, yet so heartless and demeaning— you can never understand how he does it.

“AH!” You wail, crying out as Harry shoves you harshly towards the ground for like the fourth time. It hurt a thousand times more because you had nothing on. The sticks and forest dirt scrape you vigorously, you have to bite your lip to keep from screaming again. The same sadistic look in Harry’s eyes teases you, watching as you wince in pain below him.

“Ow! Daddy, that hurt!” You whine, your voice wavering from holding in your tears. Harry gives you another “pout.”

“Aw, my baby. Did Daddy push you too hard? Hm? S’hurting you?” You mentally let out a sigh at Harry sympathizing with you for the first time today. It makes you want to forget about everything he’s said and just leap into his arms.

“I don’t fucking care. I don’t care that it hurts,” Harry goes on, the soft tone he used at the start of his sentence completely diminished, making you feel so, so, hopeless.

“You didn’t care how much it hurt to see you with those two bastards, did you? Should’ve known you were too fucking incompetent and dull to understand simple orders.” He begins to take his shoes and clothes off, eyes brutally locked onto yours. He brings his pants all the way down, and with a swift movement, he brings his shirt over his head. Coming to the ground, he climbs on top of you and brings your wrists all the way above your body.

Like the big bad wolf closing in on his victim, he beams at the thought that nothing—not even you—could stop him from torturing you in whatever way he chooses.

You whimper in fear immediately, squirming helplessly under him. You’re eyes go wide when you feel his strong fingers press on your sensitive, raw clit again. You cried out, “Too-too much, AH! Daddy, no.. mm!”

“Too much? I haven’t even begun with you, Kitten.”

He brings his hand to his throbbing cock, stroking it a few times before rubbing it slowly on your pussy. You don’t know why, but this time, looking at his massive length scares you more than any other. You’d be lying if you said his cock didn’t intimidate you every time you saw it. So huge, so thick and veiny— it was imposing, and it always, always hurt when Harry entered you. You knew your sensitive pussy couldn’t take him right now.

“Why, why?” You cry roughly, squirming away again, of course being stopped by Harry’s strong body. His muscles flex while trying to hold you still, and his front strands of hair fall onto his face again.

“Because.. I love to watch you squirm. You know your poor, tiny baby cunt can’t take me.” He pauses.

“But, I feel bad for you. So I’ll give you a count. Five seconds, okay? Go.”

You open your mouth to count, the words falling from your mouth so quietly. As you go, you feel Harry enter you slowly, and you wince at how tight you are, and how big he is. You’re on the fourth count, but you stop, squirming around so much that Harry’s cock falls out of you. It wasn’t in yet, you gratefully sigh— and continue your attempt to leave.

Harry’s bored now. In fact, he’s been bored for the last 10 minutes. He’s sick of hearing your pointless, pathetic begging. He’s sick of your moving around while he’s trying to fuck you. Maybe he could stuff some leaves in your mouth so he can finally make you silent while he has his way with you. Or, maybe he can leave you here all by yourself, with nothing but dirt on your body, while he leaves and enjoys the silent car ride he’ll have to himself. He decides both of those ideas aren’t good at all, because he won’t be able to hear your pretty chokes and gasps when he finally enters you.

Decisions, decisions.

“Look, Kitten— I’m going to fuck you now. Unless your moaning and begging for my dick, you better shut your fucking mouth.”

You cringe. How could Harry be so mean? You’ve tried to get away. You’ve tried to do what he wants, but it always came back to bite you.

“Fucking useless,” Harry mutters. “Count.”

You have no choice. There’s no way out, you’ve realized that now. You always have, but this time you’re finally admitting it to yourself. So, you count.

“One.. T-two..” Harry slowly enters you as you go. At least you’ll be able to prepare for him to be fully in your tight entrance.

“Thr- AH!!” You lunge forward in surprise, eyes rolling back in pain.

“AH! DADDY, MY- You scramble your words, screeching at Harry entering you in one hard, unforgiving thrust. He ignores your tight pussy trying to squeeze him out.

He doesn’t care at all if he’s being cruel, not when your sorry pussy was right there, just waiting to be taken advantage of.

“Oh, fuck.. yeah!” Harry groans out, laughing in the process. He laughs at how miserable and betrayed you look below him.

“Y-you said.. you said..” You choke on your sobs, looking at him through half shut, red teary eyes. Your tiny hands grip his shoulders for support.

“You said count till five!!”

He laughs at your hurt, broken voice.

“Mm, did I?” Harry says, a pondering look on his face, before a sarcastic, devilish one takes its place.

“Sorry, Kitten. Guess I lied.” He barely pays attention to you, pulling out and then thrusting deeper into your walls. He savors your tightness, squeezing him so hard he can barely move.

“How do you stay this fucking tight? Hm? S’like the first time I had you.” He says in groans, his eyes rolling back before staying on you.

“Why- why did you lie?” You can’t help but ask. This whole day has been lies, lies, lies.

Harry doesn’t bother to answer your dull question. He harshly grabs your thigh and pins it above his shoulder so he has a better angle at fucking you. In his head, he curses himself for not bringing a condom, but immediately smiles at the thought of what could happen next.

He’s not completely opposed to the idea of knocking you up, plus, your sweet, sweet pussy is too heavenly to have it be masked by a stupid condom.

You can only look up at Harry, who’s smiling— and you wonder what could be making him smile while you’re enduring such pain. Your chest heaves and your limbs flail around with each thrust. Harry’s so, so, unbelievably big. How does he manage to fit inside you every time? You can never describe how full you feel every time he enters you.

“God- my baby’s got the best pussy out there, yeah-” Harry grunts at how harsh your pussy’s gripping him. He glares down at you, seeing your droopy, shut eyes and the tears streaming down your cheeks. He leans down a little and kisses your tears, gathering the salty taste on his tongue.

“Open those pretty eyes, Babydoll.” He says softly against your skin.

“Open those eyes and cry harder f’me, Darlin’. Like a little baby.. Y’know Daddy loves that, right?”

The raw, filthy sound of you and Harry’s skin coming together fills your ears. His intruding length just rips through you again and again, making your eyes roll back from pain. A strained whine rises from within you.

“Harry.. Daddy.. Stop… hurts so much..”

Harry doesn’t hear you. He chooses not to. He continues to pound into you relentlessly, growling as he picks up his pace. Even with the dirt and scrapes covering them, he can't get over how soft and velvety your thighs always are. He’s in love with your small whimpers and your big eyes pleading for help. He’s in love with how in denial you are, and how perfect his cock fits inside you.

It makes him wonder; have you thought about being this intimate with them? When he punished you in the car, was that what made you confide in them? Did they say something to make you turn away from him? He’s not sure he wants to know. If he did, it would only lead to bad things.

You can’t help but follow Harry’s orders, and you cry harder and harder from the pain. Your mouth falls open, you look up to see Harry move his mouth in a way that’s all too familiar.

“Uh uh.. Daddy, no.. mmh!” Whining in protest, you attempt to turn your head away from Harry, who grabs your jaw roughly.

“Open, Baby. Open, Open..” He forces his fingers in between your lips, and gathers up some saliva from his mouth. He leans down closer, so close to your face that you can feel his breathing hit your face. You hold out your tongue in obedience, tears still constantly streaming down your face. Spit trails from Harry’s pursed lips, falling on your tongue before sliding down your throat. Harry slips his fingers in your mouth again, moaning at your now over-salivated tongue coating his fingers.

The way Harry’s fucking you has him on the verge of tears. He’s in control again. He’s the one who has you wailing from how good he fucks you. Nobody can do that but him. He watches your precious tears fall down your face, and he feels nothing but joy. You can almost feel your little brain struggle at trying to figure this out.

You, crying in a mixture of harsh, stinging pain and pleasure, and him, crying because of how good it feels to be back inside you. How good it feels to have you cry, kick and scream for him to stop because you can’t take anymore.

“Sh-shit! Look what you’ve done.. have me acting out like this..” Harry says in a strained groan while blinking his tears away. He’s appreciative that you shut your eyes, preventing you from witnessing his moment of weakness.

You yelp as you feel Harry continue deeper in you, hitting your spot. The familiar knot in your stomach begins to form, and you cry because, no matter how hard you try, you can’t help it. Your helpless, needy little pussy aches and aches, and it only aches for one thing. Subconsciously, you whimper out Harry’s name, over and over, biting your lip and clawing at his back. Your eyes roll back until you see nothing.

Harry sees how you’re holding back, you’re trying not to cum, and that makes him more than angry. Growling, he brings a hand to your neck, his big, veiny hand choking you slightly. You’re forced to stare at him right in the eyes, seeing the different glints of black, brown, and light green reflect in them.

“Do you seriously think that’s going to work? Hm?Answer me!” Harry shouts the last part, his hand gripping you tighter around the neck as he keeps his pace inside you.

“Do you really think your sad, pathetic pussy could ever not cum when I’m inside you? Look.” Harry exclaims, pulling out slightly, not all the way- just enough to be able to go deeper inside you. He thrusts deep until he reaches your spot again, watching at how distraught you look. Your body shakes and you whimper under him, and if that wasn’t proving his point, your poor pussy closes around Harry’s cock like a vice.

“Think you can deny me.. yeah? Think you can turn away, disobey me and there won’t be any consequences?” He speaks in your ear, making you whine at you sensitive it feels.

“Daddy’s gonna fill you up, Kitty. Gonna cum inside this pretty pussy.. I’m gonna breed you till that test says positive -ah, f-fuck!” He lets out a strained sound- like mixture of a groan and a whine. He feels his cock twitch repeatedly inside you. He’s close, and he knows you are too.

“You won’t be able to deny me then, huh, baby? Won’t be able to deny me when you’re carrying my offspring in this pretty lil body..” He says tauntingly, bringing his hand from your neck to pet your head slowly.

“Ah- oh my God!! Harry, don’t wanna-”

“Not God, you silly, dumb baby. Just me.” Harry interrupts, placing a soft kiss on your nose before moaning out. His thrust are becoming less stable and more erratic, you can feel it. You clench your pussy more in hopes you can hold on longer, but your body gives up, and your pussy starts to throb around Harry’s cock.

“Yeah.. C’mon! Give it to Daddy. Let Daddy have it, baby. That’s right!” Harry’s face contorts into that malicious smile you saw when he was chasing you earlier. Bringing a hand down to your clit, he rubs vigorously to make it extra hard for you to hold on. He watches your eyes widen as your body finally gives in.

“DADDY!” You screech before breaking into a complete sob, your legs giving out from being up so long.

You’re cumming. There’s nothing you can do to stop it. Your limbs flail around, and your eyes remain rolled to the back of your head. Your pussy throbs harsh and fast around Harry’s cock. You whimper, whine, groan- almost every kind of sound leaves your opened mouth as you shake harshly under Harry. He stares at every involuntary reaction your body has towards him, focusing hard on all the small twitches and movements. How your back is arched so high, how you always, always bite your lip.

Harry will never get tired of knowing that he’s caused that. You’re full of his veiny, fat dick - the only dick you've seen this close, the only dick that's ever been inside of you.

The edging, the messing around, it’s all caught up to him.

“Y-yeah, baby. Daddy’s gonna cum- fuck! Daddy’s gonna cum inside your pretty pussy, alright? Want Daddy to cum inside you? Hm?”

He grunts out, watching you frantically shake your head no. You know what he wants, he admitted it himself. He wants to breed you, make you his forever.

“No.. don’t do it, Daddy..” You begged beneath him.

“Aw,” Harry starts with another one of his condescending pouts. “How am I supposed to pull out of a pussy like this?” He grins, before mocking the desperate expression on your face.

“You keep squeezing me tighter and tighter, Sweetheart- just know this pussy wants to milk Daddy’s cock. Gonna fill you-” He interrupts himself, moaning out as cum pours out of his pulsating cock, and coats your walls. He continues to thrust in you, gripping your hair as he goes. Filling you with his searing, hot cum, it makes you feel so so full. You feel it so deep inside you, claiming you, making his mark inside your body. Just like he wants.

You wanted so badly to not want this, but God, you love how it feels when Harry fills you up. You’ve always been obsessed with feeling his cock twitch and pulsate inside you.

Harry stays inside you for a little while longer, watching you still shake and cry helplessly under him. Though you’re quiet, tears still fall from your cheeks and splatter onto the forest ground. After a few moments more, and Harry pulls out of you slowly, immediately moaning at how all your juices pour out when he does.

He brings his fingers to your sopping pussy, fingering all the juices and cum back into you.

“Mine, mine, mine..” Again, he speaks more to himself, until he looks back at you.

“C’mon. Say it. Be a good girl for Daddy and say it,” He says in your ear.

“Who do you belong to?”

Harry’s hoping inside that you’ll say what’s right. If you do, then all this can be over and the both of you can go back to the way things were. He wouldn’t have to punish you anymore, because he’d know he did his job.

You open your mouth to speak, and a hopeful yet menacing smile appears on Harry’s face. But, your mouth closes, and you turn your face away from him. If you kept eye contact, you would’ve seen the most dark, and wrathful glare Harry could ever give you.

You wanted to say you belong to him, because you do, you know that you do. But you still don’t know what this was for. You thought being close with Drue and Jack was what Harry wanted! When Harry left you in that park, you went to seek comfort from his two best friends. How could that have been so wrong? Would he rather you do that with some random stranger? You still don’t understand.

“Fine.” Scoffing, Harry gets up and quickly puts back in his clothes, leaving his belt off. You gulp, a sinking feeling in your stomach telling you that you know what’s coming next.

Harry grabs his belt, beginning to fold it in half, until he pauses completely.

“Y’know what? Not gonna need it.” He says, callously discarding it somewhere beside you.

“Daddy-” You begin, trying to find a way to compromise with Harry. If you were correct about what was coming next, you were going to do everything you could to stop it. Feeling the scrapes and small gashes on your legs reminded you that your fraile body can���t take that much pain.

Sitting back down on the forest floor, Harry effortlessly brings you back onto his lap. He makes sure you’re on your stomach, propping his left leg slightly so you’re ass remains up in the air. Slowly, he rubs his fingers over your sore ass. His gaze shifts to you, withering at his touch. Your soft sobs continue on.

“You have one more chance, Babydoll. One more.” Harry begins, continuing his slow rubs on your ass.

“It’s really not that hard, I’m sure even you can understand this. All you have to do is say the right answer.” Tauntingly, Harry rubs your hair to calm your nerves.

“Who do you belong-”

“NO!” You screech, completely overpowering Harry. He cocks his head slowly to the side, getting more pissed off by the second. You look up at him, uncomfortably twisting your head to make eye contact. He sees your little pathetic look of determination and laughs.

“No..? What do you mean no?”

You clear your throat before attempting to speak again, trying making sure you sound as big and bad as you can be. You don’t deserve a spanking, you know it. You’ve been nothing but good to Harry. He brought you all the way out here, chased and fucked you until your body gave out, and now wants you to answer a question you know you shouldn’t answer. You just want to be back home in bed, watching your favorite cartoons and stuffing your face with all your favorite food. Instead you’re here, being punished and still not knowing why. You’re angry- No, you’re infuriated.

“You’re just jealous because Drue and Jack can treat me better!”

Horrible idea.

Immediately after saying that, your hands fly to your mouth as if they can take back what you just said. But they can’t, and that scares you to the core. Harry’s face is wrathful, and he narrows his eyes as his pupils grow beady.

“You dumb, pathetic girl.” You think you hear, not being able to comprehend it because of how low Harry spoke. It’s silent for a moment, before your piercing screech breaks right through.

“AH!!”

Harry brings his hand right on your ass, the sharp sound of the slap filling your ears. Your body jerks in response to the pain, and your tears flood your face.

“DON’T!”

SMACK!

“YOU EVER!”

SMACK!

“DISOBEY ME!”

SMACK!

“AGAIN!”

SMACK!

Harry grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head all the way back. Your body is arched as far as it can go, making you whine in pain. He harshly tugs again before bringing his mouth to your ear.

“DO YOU HEAR ME? DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?” He shouts, making your sensitive ears feel like they’re going to fall off. He harshly spanks you again, and again, and again, your body jerking helplessly at every blow.

“Y’think those dimwits could ever take care of you? The way I do? No- better? You stupid girl! Go ahead and see for yourself! They don’t know shit!

You try to get away before he can spank you again, but it’s no use. His grip on your hair won’t budge, and there’s no way you’d be able to leave if you want your hair still attached to your scalp. You see his hand lift up again, and you brace yourself for the blow. This time was even harder, making your ass move harshly at the hit. Harry spanks you again, his jaw clenched and his eyebrows furrowed with frustration.

“You need me! You know it! You and your stupid pus- look at it! Look at this stupid-“ He cuts himself off, letting your hair go and using both hands to spread your ass cheeks.

“Look at this stupid fucking cunt- you’re still wet!” He callously spanks your still sensitive pussy, and you wail as you grip his thigh.

“HARRY! AH-” Your wails are interrupted by Harry spanking you again. You don’t know how much longer you can take this. It hurt so much, you almost feel numb. Your poor ass was now an angry red, bruised and so beat up. Harry doesn’t care, he continues lashing out on your poor body.

“Go ahead and scream, you pathetic baby. Nobody can fucking hear you!” Harry taunts, never stopping his blows to your ass.

As he goes, you remember a certain sentence from Drue, when you were on the bench with him and Jack.

“Someone as innocent as you shouldn’t be with someone as fucked up as Harry.”

The moment plays through your head clearly, making you realize something; Drue and Jack were trying to get to you all along. They danced with you, touched you, and even tried to take care of you, all while Harry was gone. It made you realize that Harry was right the whole time.

And that only made everything worse.

Your sobs grow louder as Harry continues spanking you, taking turns on each cheek. You don’t even fight anymore, knowing full well that you deserve it. You were bad. You should’ve just listened to Harry, instead you were stubborn, like you always were.

“Daddy..! I’m sorry! I’m so- I’m so sorry..” You begin, still wailing like a little baby over Harry’s lap.

“I’m yours, Daddy! I’m yours, only yours!”

The spankings stop as soon as Harry hears those words. For a while, Harry doesn’t do anything. He leans back against the tree, watching you completely fall apart on his lap. You sob and sob, your body helplessly twitching from being so stimulated. A few more long, excruciating moments pass before you feel Harry grab your torso and flip you on your back. You still remain on his lap, and your eyes begin to flutter shut as you see Harry’s eyes stare right down into yours.

“That’s my girl..” He whispers ever so gently above you. That was mainly for him to hear. His hands wander slowly and carefully up and down your body, feeling every part of you that he could with just his hands. He makes his way to your chest, grabbing and squeezing your precious boobs before he kisses them softly. Next, his hands wander down your waist, tracing your curves until he got to your thighs. Your beautiful, luscious thighs. He could never do without them. He loves them for multiple reasons. He loves to lay on them, kiss them, bite them.. He loves when he’s face deep in between your thighs.. and how you wrap them around his head to push him deeper. To feel his tongue deeper in you.

Slowly, you shift so you can sit perfectly in Harry’s lap. He doesn’t help you. He watches as you helplessly crawl back to him. Once you get fully comfortable without hurting yourself, you bury your head into Harry’s chest.

“Da-Daddy.. H-hurts.. everything hurts..” Your voice is strained, like almost everything else on your body, and you shiver as the cold wind begins to pick up.

“I know, baby.. I know.” Harry grabs his jacket and wraps it around you tightly before trapping you in his warmth.

“Shhh. It’s okay Darlin’. See? that’s all you needed to do. Just needed to tell Daddy you’re his- I know, baby.” Harry sympathizes with you, trying to ensure that you know he’s no longer cross with you.

“S’okay now, I promise.��

Nobody knows how to tear you apart and put you back together like he does.

“Let’s get this pretty dress back on you, yeah? Y’know this is one of Daddy’s favorites.” He starts to reclothe you while maintaining a low, soothing voice for you. Wiping the dirt and dander from the forest floor, he attempts to unwrinkle it as best he can. He locates your MaryJanes and applies the same treatment to them, taking care to remove the obvious stains from your most precious shoe. Once you are both off the ground, he gives you a long, passionate kiss on top of your head.

“You did a good job, baby.”

You’re silent. You acknowledge him with a barely noticeable nod, too tired to give him a full response. With one arm, Harry carries you against his hip all the way back to the car. Somewhere along the path he noticed your body fall limp in his arms, your head laying helplessly on his shoulder as fall asleep. He places you in the passenger seat of the car, buckling you up before going back for your belongings.

Harry did get the peaceful drive back that he wanted. Your soft, faint snores with the low sound of the car engine are all that can be heard. Still, memories of that day at the park continue to nag at him.

There are a lot of things about that day that Harry will never admit. How when he left you at the park with Drue and Jack to make phone calls, he was in his car, spending the majority of his time jerking off to the fading taste of your juices that were left on his tongue. If he's being truly honest with himself, the fact that his friends genuinely thought they could replace him, turned him on even more. They don't know the closest thing about taking care of you, and how to take care of you when you're acting up. How to take care of you when you're crying and crying about something so stupid.

The days that follow show just how much the little run around in the forest impacted you. Your body has been so sorely used and strained that you're dependent on Harry for help with nearly everything. You can’t even use the bathroom or sit in a chair because of sensitive and worn out you are. Harry’s lap is the only thing your body can withstand. And your pussy, your poor pussy still hasn’t been recovered from being so fucked out. The slightest bit of contact between your pussy and literally anything makes you clench your legs. Harry of course helps you with everything, giving you massages and relieving the aching pain in your pussy whenever he can. He’s always conveniently there.

He tells you that you’re a big girl and you can handle this, but you don’t how much more you can take before you rip your hair out. It’s like being stimulated 24/7, which nothing and no one but Harry to help the pain. You’re indeed suffering, but Harry couldn’t feel any more accomplished. Now more than ever, you need him, you rely on him, just like you always should. You’re ruined. It shows in almost every aspect.

Yes, Harry couldn’t be anymore satisfied.

<3 @love-letters-to-uranus

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this is so cute :(

Heyy! I was reading you work, which I love btw, and I wanted to request a one-shot or blurb for little!bucky accidentally getting drunk, like how would he act, what would he say. I feel like he’d be super clingy and needy. With cg!mommy!reader please 🥹 Love you writing <333

Lol this is gonna be the cutest thing ever😭. Thanks for the request Babie!

Tipsy Baby.

☁️ Summary: Bucky has way too much to drink at Natasha’s party, leaving you to take care of your little boy.

⚠️TW(READ.): sub!touch-starved bucky, dom!fem!reader, Bucky is so touch starved😭, reader is able to carry bucky, lactation kink cuz I felt like it, mentions of alcohol, Bucky can get drunk if he drinks an abundance.

📝A/N(PLEASE READ): DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE. ITS THAT SIMPLE. DON’T REPORT MY WORK JUST BC YOU DONT LIKE IT. Anyways, pls enjoy this lil blurb! drunk Bucky is just the cutest 🥰. and your right, bucky is VERY clingy AND FUCKING TOUCH STARVEDDDD when he’s drunk.

“Mommyyyy!” Bucky slurs out as he dramatically falls in front of you on the compound’s floor.

“Mommy pay ‘tenttion to me!”

You peer over your phone and watch as your baby heaves and pants on the ground, his beautiful pale skin flushed with pinkish-reddish tones, and his big puppy dog eyes red and puffed.

“Baby, are you drunk?” You question him, though you already know the answer. He only whines and thrashes his limbs around in a hissy fit, not using his words.

“W-why are you so faaarrr?” He wails petulantly, completely ignoring your question.

“M’ not far, sweetheart, ‘m right in front of you.”

An empty bottle of Tiger Beer has accompanied him on the ground, clutched inside his sweaty palms.

“Gimme that!” You sigh before getting off of your comfy spot on the couch and snatching the bottle out of his hands. He whines even more.

“Who let you have this?”

Bucky pouts and mutters something, but it’s almost impossible to hear with the music and noise that flood throughout the compound.

“Can’t hear you bud, you’re gonna have to speak up f’me, okay?”

“T-tasha…” He hiccups. “N-Natasha lemme have some, mommy…”

Another exasperated sigh escapes from you as you begin to regret supporting Bucky’s idea to come to Natasha’s party. It didn’t really surprise you though, since he was always a party guy when he was younger. You rarely ever drank, especially when you were going to an event. You opted out of that a long time when the both of you got drunk, which you both know didn’t end well.

Natasha had invited everyone to her floor for a party. You weren’t too fond of the idea when you heard there was going to be alcohol, but Bucky was very excited and begged you to go. He assured you that Steve and Sam would be there to watch him.

So eventually you gave in, but not before making him promise that he wouldn’t drink.

When you arrived at the party, Bucky was acting more than normal. He immediately started chatting and playing party games with Wanda and Vision. He even played Twister with them, which you knew was a surprise to everyone. Despite the fact that loud noises triggered him, he seemed to be having a good time. Needless to say, you felt comfortable with letting him go off on his own for awhile.

Scanning the room, you spot Natasha by the fridge, a Tiger Beer in hand. The trash can next to her was filled with empty bottles of that stuff, and you knew they had to be Bucky’s. He couldn’t get drunk easily so it would take a copious amount of alcohol to get him drunk.

The blame wasn’t all on Natasha, though. Wanda, Vision, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all were made aware of Bucky and his little space—you’ve told them a numerous amount of times for his safety. So Natasha could’ve given him a bottle, but Bucky must’ve gotten his hands on this much alcohol all by himself.

You’d have to talk to them about that another day though, because right now, your little boy was cemented on the cold floor, spacey and dazed below you.

“S-so pretty. Mommy so pretty!” Bucky giggles, his head cocked to the side in awe as he gazes up at you. He wasn’t thinking about anything else. He literally couldn’t. His little brain couldn’t process anything while in little space, so him being drunk definitely amplified it X10.

“C’mon, baby boy. Let’s get you taken care of.”

You offer your hand to him. He doesn’t budge though, instead he whines, and mutters more incoherent sentences. This wasn’t the first time Bucky lost all of his words. When he was little, most of the time he would gesticulate instead of speaking up.

“Hmm…” You tap your index finger on your chin, prenteding to brainstorm. “Oh! I know what you want! You want uppies!”

Bucky nods and squeals, making grabby hands up at you. You place your hands under his arms, pick him up, and set him on your hip. A precious little noise escapes from him as he wraps his legs around your waist, his arms around your neck, and leans into your touch. The smell of your hair seemed to be the only thing he was able to process.

Once you make it to your floor, you set him down on the bed. He whines once again when you leave and you quickly shush him, reassuring him that you’re just getting his pj’s out for bed. Bucky stands up to take off his pants but stumbles and trips, landing face down on the floor.

“Hnnngh..” He whines, starting to pick up his thrashing and wailing from earlier.

“Hush, my little boy, let Mommy take care of you.”

“M’ dizzy…” He fusses. “Everything’s spinning…”

“I know baby, I know. Let’s get you in your PJ’s, okay?” You hush him a little bit before helping him off the ground and settting him back on the bed. It was a struggle, but you got his pants and shirt off. Now the task was to replace them with his nighttime ones. You take one leg of the pants, grab his leg, and slide it in.

“Good job, Jamie! Now your right leg!” You praise your little boy. He giggles when his pants are all the way on, and doesn’t even fuss when you put his shirt on for him.

“Perfect… now let Mommy get changed and then we can go sleepies, okay?”

He fussed, but you got changed in no time, and his fussing quickly became coos of happiness once you cradled him in your arms.

“My little baby.” You fawn. “Your mommy’s boy aren’t you?”

Bucky’s eyes flutter, as he tries to stay awake. His baby blues are glossy and clouded from the substance earlier.

“Mmm… uh-huh! M’mommy’s boy! Mommy’s goodest boy!”

“Yeah, except for earlier. What did I tell you about drinking that much alcohol? You know your little mind can’t take it.” You scold, and he pouts up at you.

“Sammy was watchin’ me! But then he drank some too, ‘n we-” His hiccups interrupts him.

“W-we made a stupid bet. Who could drink the mostest, ‘n I won.” He giggles at that last part, obviously proud of himself for beating Sam at literally anything.

You were about to respond when you noticed his eyes flutter. His metal fingers tug on your tank top—you already know what that means by now.

“Awh my baby’s hungry! You hungry, sweetheart?” You coo at him in the softest tone possible. He does nothing but nod, his words are becoming little to none—indicating that he was deep in.

“Go ahead, Jamie. You can have some, mommy doesn’t mind.”

You help him out a bit by tugging down the top yourself, your leaking tits out for Bucky to suckle on. He wastes no time, immediately latching his pink lips on your right nipple. His suckles were harsh and rapid. All he wanted right now was to taste your sweet nectar. A few strokes to the scalp and he’s almost out—his stamina completely gone from earlier.

You praise your little baby. Whispering to him all of the things he loved to hear. Calling him all of the names he loved to be called while in his little space.

The meekest whines and whimpers come from him as he suckled more frantically. As time went on he became frustrated—frustrated at the fact that he was too exhausted to keep going.

“Shh, it’s okay. I know… your so exhausted, hm? So exhausted from having so much fun earlier?”

You stroke his scalp with your fingers, keeping the movements slight and slow for him. Bucky could never describe it, but there was always a certain tactic, or pattern in which you’d scratch his scalp that made him feel so innocent. So vulnerable.

You know this, You know what touching Bucky’s hair does to him, what it does to him when he’s completely reliant and under your control.

“I’ve got you, Bucky Bear. Hush now.”

Bucky eventually quiets down, and so do his suckles on your nipple. He lets your nipple fall free from his mouth, some milk dripping down his parted lips. You wipe it off gently.

“Mommy m-mines?” He whimpers. “All mines?” He nuzzles himself into your chest, the warmth of your body and vibration of your voice as you cooed to him always calms him down.

“All yours, honey.”

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BAABY HONEYY IS BACK!! CHECK OUT HER WRITING RNNN

is it okay if I could ask for a toxic Harry one shot with more softer tones? like maybe he could be rlly rude to her and toxic at first but then softens up later on. :)

Mittens

A/N: i know i’ve been gone for a while, but i read everything you guys send me. me and my sister are so busy with work and our family sucks, so i wasn’t too motivated. but i know you guys don’t wanna hear about that. you wanna reeeeaddd. so please, enjoy. also this is a one-shot i think.

TW: toxic/mean/soft!harry, innocent/crybaby!y/n, fluff, angst, curse words. if there’s something i didn’t list, please tell me. 💗

SUMMARY: The sidewalk you’re walking on begins to blur away with your tears. You walk with your head down, looking at your shoes as you walk. Harry’s gripping your arm, dragging you away from the thing you couldn’t stop asking him about. With your eyebrows furrowed, you try to understand why Harry just wouldn’t say yes. He gets you mostly everything you could ever want, and if doesn’t want you to have it, you’ll just have to accept it. While it took some time, you’ve gotten used to his rules and you’re grateful for Harry. But you just couldn’t let this go.

Harry sits across from you with his arms crossed, his emerald green eyes locked on you. You’re eating at his favorite Asian restaurant, slurping up the noodles he ordered for you. Harry didn't place an order for him; on days like this, when he pampers you all day long, he rarely does. He’s more than fine with that, though. He loves to see you eating and happy with what he gives you.

As you eat, you’re unaware of the black bean sauce that’s now coated your lips and cheeks, almost getting on the white sundress Harry bought you. He watches, his eyebrows slightly raised as you continue eating. He waits for you to notice the mess you’ve made, but after a few moments he grabs a napkin and calls you harshly. In one harsh movement, Harry grabs your chin, forcing your cheeks to squish together. Noodles pour out of your mouth. Your eyes grow big and wide as you stare up at Harry, who’s now pulling out his phone with his free hand.

“Wha?” You try to say when he points the phone at you, but Harry tells you to be quiet as soon as you open your mouth. The flash goes off, and Harry smiles cunningly to himself and puts his phone back in his pocket. With noodle and sauce spilling out of your mouth, you whimper at Harry, and he uses the napkin to clean you.

“Harry-”

Once you notice Harry's face getting angrier, you hesitate.

“Harry, I-”

“Shh. S’fine. Just remember what I told you about table manners, okay?” Harry tells you, his voice deep while in a reassuring tone. You nod your head at his orders and pick up your chopsticks once again.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I just really love these noodles, thank you so much for bringing me here!” As you get a good amount of noodles in your chopsticks, you can’t help your smile as you think of the sweet, savory taste of the noodles on your tongue again. Harry smiles at the sight of you, and continues to watch you eat.

“Harry, do you think we can come back here tomorro- LOOK!” You interrupt yourself with a loud, dramatic gasp, pointing outside the window. Before Harry can even blink, you’re standing on the seat with your knees, palms pressed against the cold window.

“What are you-” Harry begins, but is over-powered by your loud rambling.

“Daddy, I’m gonna go outside and pet it! I’ll be right back- awww! It’s sooo cute! I’ll be one sec!”

“Pet what? No, Y/n. Get back here- Y/n!” Harry attempts to grab your arm, but you’re already out of reach.

“Bye!!” And just like that, the doorbell rings as you leave out the building, leaving Harry clueless and even more annoyed than before. He looks out the window, scoffs at the handprints you left, and looks for you before deciding to head out there with you.

Your knees begin to hurt from kneeling on the rough concrete, but you choose to ignore the pain. The only thing you care about now is the small Calico kitten that’s getting cozy in your arms. The kitty suckles on a worn-out blue mitten and drapes it from his teeth before placing it gently on your leg. He whimpers and purrs, rubbing his head onto your chest. Your eyes grow big as you gasp, feeling more connection towards the kitten.

“What the fuck did I tell you? Don’t go anywhere without telling me. Do you hear me? This is a main road, Y/n.” You gasp at Harry’s sudden booming voice, and watch as he stomps towards you with a look of extreme annoyance.

“What’s this?”

“A kitten, H! A calico kitten! Say meow!” Holding the kitten up to Harry, you take one of his paws pand make it wave at him. Harry expression remains the same.

“Get up.” He grabs your arm and lifts you up, rolling his eyes as you whine in disobedience.

“Why must I always repeat the rules to you? Are you too dense to remember them? Hm? Is that it?” Harry’s grip gets tighter as he speaks, but he lets go once he looks down to see tears filling your wide eyes.

“What? Do you want me to tell you that you can take it home? It’s not going to happen.”

“Wha- why? He won’t bother you! I promise I’ll take care of him-”

“No.” Harry says, almost immediately regretting it, though, as he sees the tears now flowing down your cheeks. Your lip quivers, as you look down at the kitten the best you can through your tears.

Harry sighs, before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his chest.

“I know, Baby. Don’t cry. Just don’t want you to get sick, okay? It’s cute, but we don’t know where this kitten has been. Put it down and we can get your favorite ice cream, yeah?”

When you don’t answer, Harry kisses the top of your head, before leaning down slightly so he can shower the rest of your face with kisses.

“Y’want more kisses? Huh? Is that what’s gonna make you feel better?” Harry’s voice is low like a whisper, kissing you soft and gentle in hopes you’ll let the whole cat thing go.

“Gonna give you all the kisses you want when we get home, okay?”

You close your eyes and whimper into Harry’s touch, and you almost give in, but the Calico’s adorable face can’t leave your mind. You look back to see the kitten licking his paws, and back up at Harry.

“Harry, please. I want him..” You say lowly, followed by a long sigh from Harry.

“I know. I don’t think you’ll be able to handle it, Baby. Maybe in the future if I-”

“In the future? But Harry, the future’s so long from now! What if this kitten is gone by then?

“We’ll find another one.”

“But what if-”

“Y/n. For fuck’s sake, get over it! You’re not getting the fucking kitten.” Harry says, grabbing your arm again, and dragging you down the side walk.

Which brings you to your impossible situation.

The sidewalk you’re walking on begins to blur away with your tears. You walk with your head down, looking at your shoes as you walk. Harry’s gripping your arm, dragging you away from the thing you couldn’t stop asking him about. With your eyebrows furrowed, you try to understand why Harry just wouldn’t say yes. He gets you mostly everything you could ever want, and if doesn’t want you to have it, you’ll just have to accept it. While it took some time, you’ve gotten used to his rules and you’re grateful for Harry. But you just couldn’t let this go.

“Stop crying already.” Harry spits out. His voice was sharp and he spoke quick, like he was already tired of hearing you complaining. You whine at his harshness, and stop your feet in attempt to get him to let go of you.

“You don’t even get me gifts anymore.” You say, your voice strained from how much your struggling. Harry turns around so quick, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of disbelief and annoyance.

“I buy you something new every fuckin’ week. Stop being spoiled.” He shoots back, before continuing to drag you back to the car. You only continue to protest and stomp your feet, making Harry’s grip on you tighten even more.

“No. You already have enough things lying around the house. Y’think I wanna buy you a living pet? Already got you to bother me."

“Har-, please! It’s just a kitten!” Your throat begins to close as you cry harder. You see Harry scoff through your blurry vision. Harry shakes his head slightly while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ annoying.” Harry mutters under his breath, before wrapping his arms around you. You don’t think anything of it, until his arms tighten around your waist, and he pulls you up onto his shoulder. Harry keeps a hand on your butt, to keep your dress from blowing up with the wind. The only thing you can see is his lower shirt, and the concrete beginning to move again as he walks.

The feeling of defeat begins to rise up in you, and you were about to give up, until you saw that cute Calico cat begin to follow you. He was the most cutest thing you could ever look at, so small and cute just like you. You thought for sure Harry would let you have him, and hearing say no repeatedly just broke your little heart.

Harry’s car was just a few blocks down. All he needed to do was get you in there and take you to an ice cream place. It works every time, when you won’t take no for an answer. Except Harry didn’t know how much this cat meant to you, and it wouldn’t just take your favorite ice cream to make you forget.

“N-no! Put me down, Harry! Put me down!” You thrash and kick your legs around in the air, pounding your fists at Harry’s back. He tries to ignore you at first, but quickly gets annoyed at your screaming and whining. Before you know it, you’re back on your own two feet staring up at Harry’s narrowed eyes.

“You don’t know when to shut your fuckin’ mouth, huh? Y’want to walk by yourself? Fine. Don’t come cryin’ to me when your feet starts to hurt, even though I’m the one who warned you that would happen if you wore those shoes.” Harry spits out, pointing down at your white MaryJanes. You look down too, staring at your white and pink frilly socks you chose.

“I’m not going to let you walk by yourself, Y/n. Just be a good girl and walk beside me, yeah? Can you do that f’me?” Harry nods slightly while he speaks, waiting for you to do the same. His tolerance for you is obviously diminishing. If he was asked to be completely honest, he would say that you don’t need a cat. He already has you to take care of, and most of the time you’re distracted by something else, so you probably wouldn’t even have to patience to take care of a cat.

You look up at him pleadingly, hoping in your heart that Harry will suddenly change his mind. The car wasn’t too far from here, and the kitten could be anywhere now. Eventually, you slowly nod your head in compliance, and Harry gives you few kisses on the top of your head for behaving.

“That’s my good girl. C’mon, little baby. Gonna get you ice-”

“Harry, look! He’s over there! I’m gonna go get him!”

Before Harry can process, your running straight for the cat, who’s across the street. Your little brain, too excited for its own good, can’t even see the traffic coming.

"Y/N— Fuck!" For Harry, everything—the cars, the people walking by, and even you—moved slowly. He didn’t even think he had enough time to grab you. You were already off the curb and into the street. Adrenaline pumps in Harry’s veins, momentum picks up in his feet, giving him enough time wrap an arm around your waist. As you scream at the unexpected touch, Harry quickly grabs you and drags you away from the street.

You try to pry Harry’s arm off of you, but he just wouldn’t let go.

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?”

As soon as Harry's voice can be heard, everyone in the street looks in your direction. When he speaks, his voice is shaky and breathy, like he can’t catch his breath.

“ANSWER ME!”

Harry’s veins pop out of his neck as he screams, his eyes bloodshot from what just happened. He never experienced such intense fear. If there is even a slight chance that you were injured or worse, he wouldn't know where to start when it came to moving on. You’re far too important.

Now that you're fully sobbing, your chest is heaving with fear from the recent event. "I just-"

“Just.. shut up. Don’t talk.” Harry interrupts, then decides against listening to what you have to say. He grabs your wrist and yanks you to the car. He opens the car with the remote and immediately throws you in the backseat, instead of letting you sit with him upfront like he usually does.

“Wait-” You try to say, but Harry slams the door in your face. He walks to the drivers seat and immediately starts the car. From the backseat, you could see just how scared Harry was. You never see this in him, he’s always sarcastic and arrogant, but pleasing and sweet. Never scared. Harry fails to hide his frightened expression in the mirror.

The ride back home was torture. There was nothing said between you two, and the only thing heard was Harry’s deep sighs every few minutes. In any car ride with Harry, you could never be bored. He’d always find someway to keep you entertained, wether it was playing iSpy with you or talking about how much he loves you. This car ride was the complete opposite. You almost started to cry because the silence was so loud.

When you got back home, Harry didn’t let you in first, or even look back to see if you entered the house. He callously throws the car keys on the kitchen counter, and makes his way up the stairs.

“If you thought you were getting that kitten then, you’re definitely not getting it now.” Harry says in a mumble, but loud enough so he knows you hear him. The next thing you heard was the bedroom door slam shut, leaving you and your fuzzy brain all alone to overthink.

You contemplate whether to go in there and talk to Harry, but the look in his eyes when he was unlocking the front door- they were red and puffy, and his trembling made it harder to open the door. Ultimately, you decide that the couch was the best idea. You lay down on the couch and put your comfort show on the TV, trying your best to get rid of that guilty feeling in your chest.

When you wake, the first thing you see is you and Harry's bed sheets.

The bright morning sun awakes you from your sleep. It takes you a while to realize that you’re no longer on the couch, you’re on you and Harry’s bed, completely tucked in and under the warm covers. You notice that your sundress from yesterday has been replaced with only Harry’s t-shirt. With your eyes almost shut from the bright sun, you do your best to look on the bed and around the room for any sign of Harry. You let out a little whine when you see he’s nowhere in the room, and force yourself to get up.

Halfway down the stairs, you hear mutters of curse words and sighs coming from the floor below.

“Harry?” You speak softly, trying to assure Harry with your voice that you won’t be disobedient. There’s no answer, and when you reach the end of the stairs, you see nobody in the living room or the kitchen. Confused, and mind still fuzzy from sleep, you trudge around the house in hopes to find Harry.

“C’mon, right there, -fuck-” From the backyard, there is a faint sound, and your brows furrow in confusion as you try to understand the words.

“C’mon, that’s right, stay right there. Good girl.”

Those words make you gasp, and your thoughts start to stray in unwanted directions. The words continue to be said, and you wish that you wouldn’t have disobeyed Harry yesterday. You wish you were better for him, because now someone else is pleasing him, like you were supposed to. Your heart sinks as you race to the back door, and open it as fast as you can.

“Harry!” You say as you slam the door open, startling Harry from what he was doing. Only his lower half is visible, the other being concealed by the wall. He comes from the corner and sees you, tears running down your cheeks, and your stuffed animal in one hand.

“Baby?”

That sinking feeling immediately vanishes when you see Harry.

“You’re up.” Harry says, casually holding two Calico cats in both hands. He’s smiling awkwardly and wide, waiting for you to give him a response. You can’t, you just stand there, mouth slightly open and eyes wide.

“B-but you said-”

“Forget what I said, baby. S’not what I meant.” Harry interrupts you, and speaks softly so you know he’s not angry with you about last night. He sets the cats down in the crate that you have no idea where he got it from, and brings his attention to you.

“Was out since like four AM tryna find that cat again. Turns out he has a sis-”

Harry’s cut off by you rushing into his arms, hugging him as tight as you can.

“Thank you so much, Harry!”

“You’re welcome, Baby. Both kept running off, it took so long just to grab them-”

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” You say, voice muffled into his chest. You feel the vibration in his chest as he laughs. He takes a handful of your hair in his fist and slightly pulls it back just enough for you to look up at him.

“You know I love you too. But disobeying me isn’t the way to get what you want.”

You silently shudder to yourself and try to avoid thinking about how you behaved yesterday. You’re surprised Harry’s not even mad anymore. Usually when you act out, he’s not so forgiving this quick.

“I know I wasn’t the best yesterday either,” Harry starts, his voice low as he admits what he was doing wrong.

“Shouldn’t have scolded you like that. I know you just don’t know any better and yelling at you wasn’t the answer. Just made my baby cry.”

Staring up at Harry, who’s visibly upset with what he’s done, you step up in your tippy toes to kiss him gently on the forehead.

“I’m okay, Harry. I-I shouldn’t have ran into the street-” With your gaze completely avoiding Harry’s stare, you try hard to finish your sentence without sobbing.

“And I’m really, really s-”

“I know, Kitten.”

“Huh?” You ask, still avoiding Harry’s gaze at you.

“I know you’re sorry, Baby..”

Harry pauses, as he doesn’t know wether to tell you this, or just leave it as something only he knows.

“You were crying in your sleep..” Harry fights the urge to look down too. He knows if he wouldn’t have been so harsh in you about Mittens in the first place, you would’ve never acted out, and Harry has known you long enough to know that you don’t know any better.

“Poor baby was cryin’ in her sleep.. I’ve never felt more shame in my life. How could I make such a sweet girl cry?” Harry speaks, more to himself than to you, as he looks off into the backyard, and than back towards you.

“I’m so, so, sorry..” You say in a whisper, almost choking the horrible feeling rising in your throat.

“Mm,” Harry mumbles, taking his hand and caressing you cheek with it to get you to calm down, as he sees you’re already out of breath with emotion. You can’t help but shudder at his new stern tone when he starts talking again.

“Understand that you have to be careful, Y/n. I know I made the mistake of just scolding you, and yelling at you, but when you ran into the street..”

Harry pauses.

“You know I would be lost without you.” He takes another pause, like he knows once he starts talking he won’t be able to stop until it’s all out. But he decides, that’s okay. As long as you know how vital you are.

“There quite literally is no other you. I-I can't replace you, Y/n. And I know I'm an ass, and I’m arrogant and annoying ninety percent of the time, but, know that you're all I have. You have to be careful, Y/n. Jus' be careful for me, alright? Jus' bear that in mind.”

Harry’s voice remains in a low rhythm. Cool fingertips slide across your cheek as he takes in every detail of your face, his gaze full of longing and remorse. And, as you saw for the first time before, fear.

You don't realize that when you glance up at Harry, another melancholy expression has crept upon your face, and tears have risen in your eyes. Harry’s own eyes dilate at you, and he smooths his thumb across your furrowed brow.

“You’re not in trouble, baby. S’okay.”

Harry’s eyes flicker back and forth between yours, and he gently leans in to kiss your nose. The kiss was so light and sweet, like the kiss of a butterfly, making you feel warm inside.

“Don’t you wanna play with your kittens?” Harry asks, his voice light and inviting. You immediately nod your head frantically, as if you couldn’t wait any longer. Sitting down on the grass, you grab both cats and sit them in your lap. The boy immediately begins to cherish you, waving his tail in your face and purring. The girl, however, isn’t too fond of you yet. She turns away from you, and wanders the backyard.

“What’re you gonna name them?” Harry asks, grabbing a chair and sitting down in front of you. You pause at his question, trying your hardest to think of names that suit these cats.

“I dunno. This one will be Mittens,” You start, scratching under the cat’s chin, making him purr and his eyes dilate.

“Because when we found each other, he was chewing on a blue mitten!”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh at you, because you were so happy now that you got what you wanted. He knows he can’t always continue to spoil you, but when your his good girl (he won’t admit it, but even when you’re bad), he can never say no.

“And the girl?”

“She’ll be.. she’ll be..” The words don’t come out. Your fuzzy little brain, only filled with excitement, just gives up. Harry gives a sympathetic pout at your confusion before speaking.

“S’fine baby, you can decide later. Wanna bring ‘‘em inside?”

Whipping your neck up at Harry, your eyes go big at the opportunity you never thought you’d have.

“Yes!! Thank you so much!!” You say, practically screaming at how excited you are. You begin to pick up Mittens, but you stop once you hear Harry’s voice.

“Woah, before you go, what’re you forgetting?”

A gasp escapes your mouth at Harry’s sudden harsh tone. His face is completely straight, with not a hint of emotion. Your brain goes crazy at what you could’ve forgotten this time. Looking at Harry only made it worse for you, as he’s sitting back on the chair with his legs spread wide, green eyes locked on yours. You take him in, looking at every part of him, until you just.. move.

Practically jumping in to Harry’s lap, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his soft, plump lips. His eyes go wide at you, but quickly close as he feels he feels your mouth move with his. He tried to keep the kiss going for longer, but he couldn’t contain his laughter, and you couldn’t either. Even you are surprised at your sudden confidence.

“Haha, good girl! That’s not what I meant, but good girl. Was talkin’ about the crates, baby. Gotta take responsibility.” Answering with an obedient nod, you wrap your arms more tightly around Harry’s neck. You and Harry kiss a few more times, before he gently taps the side of your thighs as a signal for you to hop off his lap. When you do, Harry grabs the girl cat, and you grab Mittens.

You head back towards the door, Harry letting you in first. You reach the living room and begin to set Mittens down, but pause and look for Harry. You give him a pleading look, your eyes asking him if it’s okay to let the cats play here.

He gives you a small nod of approval, smiling at how obedient you’re being. You set down Mittens, and Harry sets down the girl cat. As soon as Mitten’s paws hit the floor, he wanders around curiously with his sister. You watch them go for a few moments before following them.

“Wait up, Mittens!” You say, as if he can understand you. Mittens watches you catch up, and you gently pick him up in your arms. Sitting back down, you place Mittens in your lap again and begin to pet his soft fur. Once you scratch underneath his chin, he closes his eyes and purrs, leaning into your touch.

Now sitting on the couch, Harry is just staring at the kitten and you. How could he have deprived you of something like this? You look so happy with the kitten, and the feeling of guilt begins to rise in him the more he looks at you. Regardless of how Harry acted earlier, happiness and contentment is all he could want for you. There’s no doubt that you’re spoiled, though. You always get what you want from Harry eventually, and he wonders if you knew that this whole time.

Harry laughs gently to himself at the sight of your smile and the sound of your giggles. You look up at him, his gaze locked on you and the kitten as he remains leaned back on the couch.

“What ya lookin at, Harry?” You ask between enthusiastic giggles.

“M’ lookin at my girl, my spoiled girl. Who told you that you can get whatever you want, hm? Was that my doing?”

With you and Harry’s gazes still locked on each other’s, you laugh before answering, as you pet Mittens.

“It’s all your fault, Harry!”

“Right, baby. S’all my fault.” Harry responds, getting off the couch and beginning to sit down on the floor next to you. He pauses midway so he can kiss your head gently. You pat the spot next to you so Harry can sit, and the girl cat, who’s done wandering now, warily makes her way towards Harry.

The girl cat hesitates for a moment before tentatively biting and chewing on his index finger, still not particularly amused. He takes the opportunity to touch her again, and when he does, she immediately begins purring and meowing in response to the touch. Harry and you both chuckle at her response.

Even with the little time Harry’s spent with the kittens, he can understand what made you want them so badly. The way you purr when you get what you want, the way you whine when you don’t, and how you’re constantly begging for his attention all reminds him of a kitten. That’s why he began calling you one in the first place.

“Reminds me of someone.”

“Who?” You ask, voice high and curious. Harry doesn’t respond right away, choosing his words before speaking.

“Who’s my Kitten?”

When you don’t answer right away, Harry repeats his question.

“Who’s my good little Kitten?”

You answer with a wide, gushing smile, holding Mittens up to your cheeks as you do.

“S’ right, Baby. Now you got some Kittens of your own. Think you’re ready? It’s a really big respons-”

Harry accidentally cuts himself off with a yawn, tiredly ruffling his hair as he does. He blinks his eyes a few times too, not being able to see clearly.

“M’ sorry, Baby. Like I said, only slept like thirty minutes yesterday. I’m gonna stay up and watch you play, though, alright? Don’t wanna miss this.”

You nod unseemly, continuing to play with your new kitties, while Harry takes a seat back on the couch. The way that Mittens loves on you makes you feel so warm and happy. You get easily lost in your happiness, and time just slips from your mind.

Your head shoots up when you hear soft snores come from above you. Harry lays fallen back against the couch, and his mouth slightly open as he breathes heavily. His hair is ruffled completely, and his brows are creased with discomfort.

Gently and quietly, you set Mittens down and tip toe towards Harry. You bring a gentle hand towards his cheek, slightly rubbing him so he wakes up.

Harry’s eyes shoot up at you, and across the living room as he processes where he is.

“F-fuck, I’m sorry, Baby. I thought I could-”

“Harry,” You interrupt, a frown appearing on your face, which contagiously gives Harry one too, at the sight of yours. You’re visibly upset, because you know the lengths Harry will go through to make sure you always get what you want. The fact that he’ll stay up just to watch you play makes you feel even more guilty.

“You have to sleep,” You say in a low whisper, being mindful of how sleepy Harry is. He slowly makes his way off the couch, stopping and yawning before completely getting up. You two begin to head up the stairs, but you stop once you see Mittens and his carefully follow behind you.

“I know you don’t want them on the bed, but can we at least bring the crates in the room so they won’t be lonely?” You beg as politely as you can, mentally cringing at the thought of Harry saying no. You won’t cry though, because you know you’ve asked a lot of Harry today.

“What?” You hear Harry say, his voice deep, and almost incoherent with sleepiness. "No, leave the crates," and your stomach drops. Despite your disappointment, you start to let it go as you look down.

“They can sleep with us.” Harry grabs both cats, who were silently cleaning each other below you. Mentally throwing a party, you smile gratefully and begin to walk up the stairs with Harry and the cats.

After Harry places the cats on your large, plush bed, he begins changing out of the clothing he was still wearing from yesterday. The cats immediately begin to explore, delicately pulling at the covers with their claws. You assist Harry with changing his clothes because he was too worn out to manage it himself. He initially resisted a little, insisting he was alright, but after repeatedly stumbling and swearing, he gave up.

“Look at you, takin’ care of me for a change,” Harry smirks at you followed by a yawn, while you giggle.

“Mm, thank you, Baby.” When you’re done, Harry grants you with a kiss on the nose as a thank you.

Once you’re finished, you and Harry crawl in bed together, and Harry brings you up close to his chest, kissing your head just before his eyes flutter shut.

“Are you happy, Y/n?” He asks, voice getting husky with sleepiness.

“Mhm! I love you so much. I still can’t believe I have Mittens!” You say, not being able to contain the excitement in your voice. Harry only laughs lightly, kissing your head once more.

“Mm… Good. Than so am I.”

With you in Harry’s chest, Mittens laying by your shoulder, and his sister laying by your feet, you and Harry begin to fall into slumber. You couldn’t be any happier.

A/N~ what should the female cat’s name be?🐈 i hope you enjoyed, and please leave name suggestions if you want to. <3 thanks for reading! and yes, ruin part 2 is coming very very soon. like sooner than soon, lol.

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Ruin

TW: VERY DARK/dom/toxic!harry x sub/ innocent/crybaby!reader, spanking, dacryphilia, piss kink, SMUT WITH PLOT! squirting, fingering, cunnilingus, degrading kink, daddy kink, forced orgasms, exhibitionism, (kinda/maybe??)

SUMMARY: After a very dark turn in a day out with Harry's friends, Harry becomes more possessive of you than he's ever been. So, he gives you to them to prove that you are his. Turns out there’s only so much of that Harry can take.

VERY IMPORTANT A/N!!! I DID NOT DELETE RUIN. SOMEONE REPORTED IT AND IT GOT TAKEN DOWN😪 (this is the repost) i’m sorry for anyone who wanted to read. PLEASE, IF YOU AREN’T INTERESTED IN WHAT I WRITE, LEAVE AND DON’T REPORT!! w/ all that being said.. SHOULD I RELEASE PT 2? <3

The sound of low, deep voices startles you awake. You lean up in the bed, patting the side where Harry usually lays. He's not there. The time is 12:38, according to the alarm clock on the table next to you. To your surprise, Harry didn't wake you up at your required time today; instead, he let you sleep in. You whimper at the light sensitivity you're experiencing from the bright sun as you put on your slippers and go to the restroom.

After brushing your teeth and washing up, you head downstairs to see Harry leaning against the counter with a glass in his hand. He's traded his regular work pants for a very relaxed outfit, jeans and a plain black shirt. So, you figured today is his day off. He's facing towards the couch, where two men you don't recognize sit. They're chatting about something you can't comprehend, and Harry stops once he sees you waiting shyly by the railing.

"How's my sleeping beauty?"

You slowly peek around the corner to look at his two friends, who are now staring at you. You never really did well with other people around, especially when you were in small space. Finally mustering up enough courage, you quickly skip into Harry's arms which were already open for you. You inhale the scent of him and sigh in content. Harry pets your head a few times before pulling back. He tsks at the sight of you, still in your My Melody pajamas.

"You know better than to be in your jammies with my company around. Go change." Harry orders you, lightly tugging on your clothes.

"Sorry, Da- Harry" You shake your head frantically as you fight the urge to call him Daddy. You made sure when you were in little space around other people, you'd tone it down in fear of them freaking out. This time was unexpected, and you couldn't shake yourself out of it.

"No, S'fine. These are my really close friends. You're fine, Darlin." Harry reassures you, now turning you around so you're facing them.

"Go say hi to Drue and Jack" He pushes you with just one finger, and you stumble their way. Drue and Jack look at you, and that's what you're most afraid of. The two men tower over you which only makes you slip further into little space. You turn back around and give Harry a pleading look, but he only shakes his head, narrowing his eyes.

"Go. Don't be rude."

You decide it's best not to talk back with his friends around. So, after returning your gaze back towards Drue and Jack, you finally stammer out a trembling "H-hi..”

"Well, who've we got here?" Jack says, a warm smile plastered on his pale face.

“I-I'm Y/n, nice to m-meet you." You respond just how Harry taught you for when you're in littlespace, and you hear him let out a satisfied sound behind you.

"Nice to meet you too, Y/n! I'm Jack, and this is Drue. We've been friends of Harry's for a while now. Jack explains. He reaches out to shake your delicate hand, and Drue does the same. "You look very pretty, Y/n." Drue says.

"Thanks, you're pretty too!" You respond, getting visibly more comfortable now.

"See? They're friendly." Harry says from behind, drinking from his cup slowly. He puts his cup down and makes his way toward you. "Now let's get you dressed, yeah? C'mon, Darlin." He puts a hand on your lower back, leading you towards the stairs. "Say goodbye before we leave, Y/n."

"It's nice meeting you two!" You wave back at Drue and Jack, and they do the same to you.

"Be back in a few, gotta get this one dressed," Harry says, and the two men nod and make conversation with themselves.

Harry lets you choose your outfit today, and you decide on a pretty pink sundress- bouncy, frilly, and “fit for a princess just like you," in Harry's own words. You choose basic pink low-top shoes to match.

"How do I look, Daddy?" You do a little spin for Harry, his green eyes inspecting you from head to toe. A smile creeps on his face. It was condescending and sly, but so endearing in your eyes.

"Y'look adorable, Babydoll. Now fix your hair." Harry says, leading you to your vanity. "Can't have you lookin a mess in front of my friends. You don't wanna embarrass Daddy, do you?" He sits you down on the chair, a hand on your shoulder as you both stare into the mirror. You shake your head frantically at Harry's statement. You'd never do anything to disappoint or embarrass your Daddy!He does everything for you, and if he wants you to look nice in front of his friends, you'll do exactly that.

"All right, get to it. Gonna be downstairs with the boys if y'need me." Harry says after giving your head a light peck with his lips. "Oh, and don't wear too much makeup. Don't want you walking around lookin' like a hooker." With that, Harry's gone down the stairs, leaving you alone in the mirror.

So, you open the drawer to your vanity and pull out your princess brush. You comb through your hair, detangling every part as you decide how to style it for today. After trying various hairstyles, and remembering which one is Harry's favorite-you decide on leaving it loose. The mascara you chose was just enough to give a natural look. You didn't want to embarrass Harry by wearing too much, so you kept it simple. After wrapping your favorite pink and white ribbon in your hair, you trudge down the stairs towards Harry. He's now on the couch with Drue and Jack, watching a show you'd never be interested in. With a beer in his hand, Harry takes a few sips before making comments about the show. You lightly tap Harry's shoulder, and he looks up at you with a small smile.

"Don't I look pretty, Daddy?" You smile, eyes big and wide as you wait for your Daddy to praise you. Harry looks at you, eyes going up and down as he takes in your appearance. Eventually, he lets out a small "Mhm," and takes another sip from his beer.

"Go wait by the door. Gonna finish this last episode and then we'll be off, okay? Go be a good girl and wait for Daddy." You nod in compliance, eager to follow your Daddy's orders. You find a space on the ground next to the front door. Leaning against the wall, you get comfortable and wait patiently for Harry.

After what seemed like forever, Harry and his friends finally get up from the couch and head towards the door. You've must've drifted off to sleep, because your eyes strain when you open them. Wiping your eyes, you fight back a yawn as you look up at Harry, Drue and Jack.

"Daddy, it's been almost an hour and-"

"We're leaving now, right?" Harry cuts you off almost immediately. You're silent for a few seconds. "Right?" He repeats, waiting for your response.

"Yeah, but-" You try to respond, but Harry's deep and husky voice empowers your small and timid one.

"Alright. Then there's nothing to complain about. C'mon." Harry says, making grabby hands at you. You grab his hands immediately, and he leads you to the car. He buckles you in your seat, making sure you're secure before heading to the drivers seat and starting the car. Jack climbs in the passenger seat and immediately starts a conversation with Harry. You're sitting next to Drue, who gives you a friendly smile before looking out the window. You do the same too, and in that moment, you realized you didn't even know where you were going.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Darlin?" Harry responds. You assume that the beer he drank earlier is the reason for his thick, husky voice today. Before you called his name, his eyes were fixated on the road, but they are now shifting between the road and you in the mirror.

"Where are we goin*?" Your voice is filled with curiosity as you ask. Usually, to go to your favorite parks, Harry would turn right. You'd be able to name every building because of how many times you've been there. This area was much different. There were hardly any trees, no swings, and no dogs roaming the neighborhood.

Harry hums at your question. He taps the steering wheel with his index finger as he thinks of an answer. How many questions were you going to ask him today? He's close to telling you to stop asking him things altogether, but seeing as you probably wouldn't quit, he decides it's best to tell you.

"We're still goin to the park, Kitten," Harry responds, in hopes that will shut you up. Why were you questioning him anyways? Harry's the one who has power in this relationship, so you should simply follow his instructions without challenging him.

"But- where are the pretty palm trees? And the ice cream shop?" Using your hands to push upwards, you look out the window to see your surroundings again. There's nothing here that's familiar to you, and your little mind is determined to find out why. Disappointment lingers in your tone when you speak. “This doesn't look like the park.”

"It's a different kind of park." Harry shoots back, a fake smile plastered on his face. It remains there for a few seconds, before quickly diminishing into his dead expression once more. "Now stop fuckin’ bothering me and let me drive." Harry presses harshly on the pedal, so harshly that he can feel the metal- making sure you know this conversation is completely over. He engages in conversation with Jack, completely toning out anything that may come out of your mouth. It's annoying to Harry, really, to hear the same little voice in his ear 24/7. You ask about absurd, unnecessary, obvious things, and if you're not talking about a cartoon you're watching, you're blabbing your mouth about some useless toy.

The location you stop at makes you want to cry. Nothing here looks enjoyable. The building is an old, crusty beige, and trash is littered everywhere around it. Loud music booms through the concrete walls, and you can't stop yourself from cringing as Harry begins to park the car. Once it's parked, Harry doesn't even wait for you, -or even help you out the car- instead, he's rushing inside the building with Jack. Drue, on the other hand stays behind. His brown eyes watch you slowly get out the car, eyes big and wide as you look at this new park.

“Not as pretty as your usual parks, huh?"

A gasp escapes your lips as you turn in Drue’s direction. You smile once you see his face, and gently shake your head. “Daddy usually takes me to the park next to the ice cream shop. I’ve never seen this park before!” You say, running your delicate fingers across the bumpy walls. “Is the playground inside?” Curious, you tilt your head to the side. When he realizes just how innocent you are, Drue chuckles and wonders how Harry could have just left you out there by yourself. He’s never heard much about you, other than Harry mentioning you a few times in conversations, but Harry would change the subject before Drue could ask anymore about you. Every. Single. Time. He could never figure out if it was because you didn’t exist, or if it was because Harry wanted you all to himself.

Drue never imagined you to be so… adorable. With your bubbly personality and that cute smile of yours, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you- and he knows if Harry ever found out what he thinks about you, he’d be a dead man. “It’s not that kind of playground, Y/n. Come with me.” Drue says, doing a gesture with his pointer and middle finger so you can grab his hand. You hesitate a bit. Harry tells you he’s the only one who can hold your hand, but Drue was his best friend, so why wouldn’t it be fine? His hand fits perfectly around yours. The two of you head inside the building, the sea of people completely swallowing you whole.

The only thing you can see is people everywhere, rubbing on each other, and practically eating each other's faces. Definitely not a place for someone like you. Harry and Jack are nowhere to be seen, Drue makes sure of it- before leading you to the middle of the dance floor. “Dance with me,” He says in your ear. He begins to move his body to the loud music. He stops once he notices your lost expression. “C’mon, Y/n. Don’t worry about Harry. He controls every little thing you do. Don’t you wanna let loose today?”

You don’t know exactly what to do, but you know Harry trusts Drue, and this is a park. You wanted to have fun, and that’s exactly what a park is for. So, with a smile on your face, you begin to dance with Drue. He smiles back, and looks for any sign of Harry before returning his attention back to you.

If Drue knew Harry was all the way in the back, eyes sinisterly watching the two of you, he would’ve left you alone entirely.

Harry’s leaning against the wall, a drink in his hand, and Jack in his ear blabbing about something he couldn’t care less about. He slowly takes a sip of his drink and mumbles out an “Mhm” to make it seem like he’s not ignoring Jack. The only thing he’s focused on is you, dancing with his best friend. Harry knows you’d never cheat on him, or even have the guts to, so this has to be in the hands of Drue.

“Dance with Y/n.” Harry says blankly, completely stopping Jack from blabbing about whatever he was going on about.

“What? But that’s your girlfriend, man-”

“I don’t give a shit. Go.” Harry pushes Jack in your direction. He gives him a concerned look. He waits for Harry to elaborate, but that’s all he gives him, his expression remaining unbothered. Jack gives him another weird look before getting next to you and Drue, moving his body in a rhythm that matches yours.

Harry sighs deeply as he falls back against the wall. Drue obviously has an interest in you, but if he knew what was best for him, he wouldn’t even try it. Harry knows if Drue dares to make a move on you, it’s not long until Jack will try to follow suit. So, he figured he’d mess with his friends. Show them what they are unable to possess—you.

You’re still dancing with the two men surrounding each side of you. Laughing and twirling around in excitement, you grab both of their hands and make them twirl along with you.

“Wheeww!” You let out between giggles. Drue and Jack laugh at your innocence and continue to dance. Your fun was cut short when Harry gets in between the three of you, an unamused expression on his face.

“This place is fuckin’ boring,” Harry says, a fresh, cold can of beer in his right hand. You don’t even notice it, until you feel Harry’s cold hand lifting your chin up, putting the can to your closed lips.

“But Daddy, you said I can’t have anymore alcohol, remember? Cuz I threw up a bunch!”

“Yeah, but you can take this.” Harry says, tapping your cheeks to get you to open your mouth. When you don’t, Harry’s condeciding smile turns into a frown. Drue and Jack watch as Harry’s gaze turns cold.

“Open.”

Tears fill your eyes as you open your mouth slowly. You can’t prepare yourself for the burning, harsh liquid that trickles down your throat. You swallow and lean back to show Harry you don’t want anymore, but he only presses the can back to your lips.

“More.”

You reluctantly follow his orders and take five long sips from the can. As you swallow the beer, you hold back your tears and give Harry a small smile, waiting for him to praise you for being good. But as you watch Harry chuckle and playfully hit Jack on the shoulder, the tears in your eyes only deepen.

“See? I told you she’d drink some if I told her to.” Harry says between laughs, before taking another sip of beer.

“C’mon. We’ll go the park, Y/n.” He extends his empty hand out to you, and when you don’t take it, his jaw clenches. You look at him with pleading eyes, trying to tell him you don’t want to go to the other park anymore. You like this park, and you like dancing with Harry’s friends. Harry only ignores you, grabs your hand, and leads you out of the building. Drue and Jack follow along and choose not to say anything to Harry who’s visibly angry, though he won’t admit it.

Excitement bubbles in your stomach once you see the park's huge palm trees. There seems to be a festival going on, and you can’t stop the smile that appears on your face. Drue lets out a chuckle at the sight of you.

“You excited?” Drue asks you, unbuckling his seatbelt while Harry parks the car.

“Yeah! This is my favorite park, remember? I wanna play on the-" You interrupt yourself with a gasp, remembering the best part of the whole park.

“Daddy! Can we get ice cream? The ice cream shop is open!” You look at Harry, who’s parked and is almost out the car. He doesn’t respond, only nods his head and takes his wallet out of his back pocket. He shuffles through some cards and receipts and pulls out two one-hundred-dollar bills.

“Here,” Harry says, holding the money to you between his pointer and middle finger. “Get whatever you want.”

Dumbfounded, you look at the money with wide eyes. Harry’s never let you hold more than fifty dollars, so two hundred seemed like all the money in the world. You bubble with excitement as you think of all the things you can buy at the festival. As you take the money from Harry, you bounce around and think of stuffed animals and candy.

“Thank you soooo much, Daddy! You’re the best! I love you so much!” You say, stepping on your tippy toes to give Harry a kiss on the cheek. He wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you closer, kissing you on your lips.

“I love you too, Kitten. With all of my heart. Do you know that?" Harry says, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Do you know Daddy loves you?" In the corner of his eye, he sees Drue and Jack, awkwardly waiting for this moment to be over. A smile returns to Harry’s face as he sees this, and he lets you go.

“I gotta take some calls. Go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

Following your Daddy’s orders, you nod your head frantically and skip along the road toward the ice cream shop.

“Don’t leave Drue and Jack, y’hear me?” Harry yells out before you get too far, and you give him a thumbs up before skipping again. He sees Drue tell you something he couldn’t hear from where he was, but you skip ahead of both Drue and Jack.

That’s when Harry realizes, your sundress is entirely too short for his liking. Your sundress bounces up as you skip along, partially revealing your baby-pink underwear. Harry’s jaw clenches as he sees Drue and Jack not even trying to hide their gaze at your panties. He can’t stop the blood from rushing to his cock, which was now throbbing at the sight in front of him.

Harry jogs in front of his friends and right next to you, grabbing your arm harshly before leaning down to your ear.

“Why’re you tryna disappoint me, Kitten?” Harry says, his tone harsh and deep. With wide eyes, you swallow harshly at your Daddy’s question.

“Disappoint you?” You ask in disbelief. You’d never try to disappoint your Daddy, ever! Harry nods, an unreadable expression on his face. Tears begin to rise up from your waterline, and down onto your flushed cheeks. You made sure you did your makeup and hair just like Harry wanted it, you waited by the door for him to finish his show, and you played with his friends at a new park. You couldn’t figure out what you’ve done so wrong.

“Am I really disappointing you, Daddy? I’d never, ever-"

“Yeah, you are,” Harry interrupts. His fingers reach to the bottom of your skirt, trying to pull it down more to conceal the part of your panties that was showing.

“Your dress is a little short, Baby.”

“Well, duh!” You respond, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders knowing that it was nothing too serious. “It’s a sundress, Daddy!” You playfully hit Harry on the shoulder, but his expression remains the same.

“Don’t fuckin’ give me excuses. You said you wouldn’t disappoint me, and this is what you wear? Did you just think I wouldn’t notice?” Harry responds, watching as you shake your head slightly, tears now forming in your eyes. You didn’t understand this at all. Harry said he loved your outfit, so much so that he even called you a princess.

“You said I looked pretty-"

“I lied. Y’think people wanna see how much of a whore you are because you want to show off like one?” Harry says, completely stopping your sentence. “Pull your fuckin dress down.”

“But you said I looked like a princess, Daddy!”

“I know, Darlin, but sometimes Daddy’s the only one who gets to see you this pretty, okay? You understand me?” Harry asks, his hand cupping your chin as you continue walking. “Nod if you understand Daddy.”

Choking on sobs, you nod in compliance before shaking your head right after.

“No! I like my dress the way it is, Daddy!” Stomping your foot, you whine at Harry, who now has a frown on his face.

“Fine.” Was all he said, before taking your hand and leading you the other way.

“Hey, M’ taking Y/n to the restroom. She’s gotta pee.” Harry says, before telling them to wait at the ice cream shop. He continues to walk to the car, but is slowed down by you tugging back.

“N-no! I don’t have to pee-”

“Yes, you do,” Harry growls, yanking your wrist to force you to catch up to him. Before you get there, he uses the remote keys to open the car door.

“Y’think you can disobey Daddy, huh?” Harry says softly, but roughly at the same time, his tone making you shiver. You whine at his tight grip, making your wrist turn white from how hard he’s holding on.

“Get in the fucking car.” Harry says, opening the back seat instead of the front. You notice this, and immediately try to run, but Harry pushes you in the car before you can.

“Don’t try to run, Darlin. Y’know that never works out.” Harry mutters, more to himself than to you, and pushes your dress up so he can see your panties. He spreads your legs wide and sniffs.

“Mmm.” He says, using his index finger to rub your clit slightly through your panties. “My favorite snack.” He moves your panties to the side and gives you no heads-up before completely devouring your pussy. With his lips around your clit, he growls as he moves his tongue at a rapid speed. You scream loudly at the sudden sensation, closing your legs in an attempt to make him stop.

“Daddy, what- why.. please..” You babble out, gripping his brown hair. You can’t help the gasps you let out, your heart beating faster at the feeling of Harry’s tongue licking every part of you. He shushes you and tells you to calm down, but you squirm in response. He adds a finger in once he feels your walls are wet enough, and your body arches upwards once he does. He chuckles deeply at your reaction, and starts moving his fingers faster.

“Daddy, s-stop.. feels different..” You say, and he completely ignores you, continuing to lap at your pussy. Eyes closed, he moans at the taste of you, sending vibrations to your throbbing clit. You involuntarily clench your thighs, so hard to the point where it hurts. As if Harry knew this, he lightly squeezes your thigh to get you to stop. You let out an exasperated whine, telling Harry you’re almost there.

You almost let it happen, but quickly come to your senses.

“No, Daddy! You’re gonna ruin my sundress! Daddy, please I can’t! Stop! Nnghhh!”

Harry sits up, keeping his fingers thrusting out of your clenching pussy. You clench so hard around his fingers, it’s almost hard for him to move them, but he keeps the pace regardless.

“I can’t hold it! Daddy, please! I don’t wanna cum.. feels too-” You trash your body around, trying your best to get away from Harry’s tongue.

“Hey. Don’t you want ice cream? Hm? If you cum for me, we can get you all the ice cream that pretty little mouth desires.” Harry’s comforting words didnt at all match his demanding tone. He keeps his fingers in your pussy, thrusting them faster and faster as he sucks your clit again. You only try to squirm away, accidentally kicking Harry in the face with your foot.

“JUST CUM FOR ME, DAMMIT!” Harry screams, startling you so hard, you can’t hold on anymore. The liquid from your pussy just gushes out, making the most filthiest sound the both of you ever heard. With your back completely arched, your mouth opens in a silent scream. Your juices squirt all over Harry’s face, his seats, and his pants. He doesn’t even seem to care, and instead of scolding you, he leans down to your gushing pussy, and drinks. He holds out his tongue, and moans at the feeling of your liquids hitting his tastebuds. He could honestly stay there and indulge in that tangy taste he’s so obsessed with, but instead, he pulls your panties back to your leaking pussy.

Harry almost cums at the sight of your juices completely soaking your panties. He’s trying his hardest to ignore the obsessive twitching of his cock, and he finds himself harshly biting his lip. The liquid darkens the baby pink color into a dark magenta. Harry brings his thumb and places it on your clit, and rubbing softly. Your body shakes harshly at his small touch, and he lets out a deep chuckle at how sensitive you are. A small scream escapes your mouth when you feel Harry press hardly on your panties, making sure all your juices are soaked in. He sits back, eyes scanning you up and down. Your eyes are shut, body twitching uncontrollably. The only thing you can do is let out little whimpers, since you can’t seem to form words.

“See? Wasn’t that hard.” Harry says gruffly, before grabbing a hand towel from the glove compartment and wiping his face and the seats. He unlocks the doors and helps you out the car. “Let’s get you some ice cream, Kitten.”

You remain practically glued to Harry’s hip, feeling colder than usual since you were all wet. You whine when the wind blows, making your sensitive pussy feel ice cold. The two of you make your way back into the ice cream shop, Drue and Jack taking notice of you as soon as you walk in. Harry takes a seat next to Drue after ordering you to stand in front of them.

“Go on, do a spin for Daddy and his friends.” Harry orders with that smirk of his. You give him a look, cocking your head in confusion.

“Do you want your ice cream or not?” Harry says harshly and demanding. His jaw clenches at the thought of you disobeying him, so he says it again, harsher this time.

“Spin.”

When you don’t move, Harry grabs your arm and lifts it above your head, spinning you around for the whole ice cream shop to see. Drue and Jack smile at you being shy, thinking nothing of it at first, until they see your soaked underwear.

“Did she.. have an accident?” Jack whispers shakily, eyes glued to your not-so baby pink panties.

“Nope,” Harry says blankly, though he can’t help the smirk that creeps on his face. “She squirted all over my face though.”

Harry figured if you want to show off your panties to the world, they might as well be wet.

After paying for your strawberry cheesecake ice cream, and buying his friends some too, Harry walks all of you back to the park. Bubbles float in the air, and the smell of cotton candy fills your lungs. As you eat your ice cream, you decide on what you should do first. Your mind is made up, though, when your eyes land on the seesaw. Giving Harry your cup of ice cream, you start to skip your way to the seesaw. Harry stops you by grabbing your arm.

“I told you to stop fuckin embarrassing me,” Harry mumbles lowly, before taking his thumb and running it over your lips. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Wha..?” You let out, before getting your answer when you see the ice cream Harry wipes off of your lips.

“Whatever. Just go.” Harry says, making a gesture with his hands telling you to move along. He licks the ice cream off his finger, before sitting on a bench while you play. You’re about to go on the seesaw when you realize you need another person to play. You figured you shouldn’t bother Harry right now, because he was speaking on the phone, and you’re not allowed to talk to him when he’s on the phone. So, you walk up to the bench where Drue and Jack sit, and lightly tug Jack’s shirt.

“Jack? Can you play with me?” You ask shyly, with your hands behind you. The two men laugh at your question, but Jack gets up and takes your hand.

“Of course, pretty. C’mon, let’s go.” He says, grabbing your soft hand and leading you back to the seesaw. He sits you down on the seesaw properly, and on the seat across from you. The seesaw goes up and down as you push with your legs. You wore a satisfied grin as you feel the wind blow across your face. Contentment was all you felt for a while until your shoelaces got untied. You even double-knotted just like Harry told you!

Jack, who was smiling at your excitement from the other side, sees your shoelaces and stops moving.

“I got it-"

“It’s okay!” You tell him, reassuring that you can do it yourself. Propping your foot on the little bit of seat space you had left. You make sure to triple knot this time, but when you’re on the last bunny loop, you fall flat on your ass. The spiky mulch pokes at your ass, causing tears to form in your eyes. You almost start bawling, but you remember Harry telling you how you were embarrassing him, so you wipe your tears like a big girl and hop right back on your feet. Jack helps you up, telling you that he had fun with you anyways.

It seemed nobody saw your fall, but when you turn your head to Harry’s direction, he’s slowly shaking his head. He gets up and walks in your direction, each step he takes giving you goosebumps. He doesn’t say a word, instead grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to the bench.

“Wait, Daddy! I still wanna play!!” You say in a whine, trying to pry Harry’s strong fingers off your arm one by one.

“Why, so you can fall on your ass again? I told you not to fuckin embarrass me. This is the fifth- You know what?” Harry breaks off mid-sentence, his lips pursed into a fine line as he raises his hands.

“Fuck it, I'm done. Do what you want, I don’t give a fuck anymore. You’ve done nothing but disobey me all day, and when it was time for you to get punished for your actions, I ended up with your foot basically down my fuckin’ throat,” Harry’s voice is practically booming around the whole park, and people stare his way but he doesn’t care. To him, you’ve broken rule, after rule, after rule.

“And now this? You can’t even tie your damn shoes right? Hm? If I find out you’re tryna embarrass me on purpose-”

“I’m not, Daddy! I promise! I just lost my bal-"

“Whatever. Like I said, do what you want. M’ gonna make a couple phone calls, I’ll be in the car.” With that, Harry’s walking away into the sea of people. Feeling defeated and like a disappointment, you make your way to the bench where Drue and Jack are sitting again. Your eyes almost immediately close shut, and you finally realize how tired you are.

“Aw, you’re tired, Honey?” Drue says, taking you in his lap. His tan skin brushes softly against yours. You nod your head yes to his question, leaning into his chest. It was warm and inviting, you couldn’t help but lean in a little more. Drue pets your head as whimper in his lap.

“I fell asleep w-waiting for Daddy. He was watchin’ his s-show… didn’t wan’ bother him.” Slurring on your words from the alcohol, you lean closer into Drue’s chest. You’ve been deprived of touch like this all day. Harry hasn’t even given you much attention since you’ve woken up, so you find yourself enjoying this more than you should.

Drue and Jack exchange knowing glances, and immediately start catering to you. Jack takes your chin in his hand and holds your head up. He puts a water bottle to your lip, and you shiver as you feel the cold liquid go down your throat.

“Let’s get that alcohol out of your system, okay Baby?” He nods his head and waits for you to do the same, and then takes your hand in his. Drue coos at you and whispers comforting words in your ears. You let out a tiny yawn, and immediately the two men both say “Awww,”

You couldn’t help but feel guilty about this, but Harry did tell you that Drue and Jack were his really close friends and that they were friendly. You didn’t want to embarrass him by denying his friend's attention.

There’s a moment of silence between you three, but it’s broken by a statement you’ve never heard anyone say before.

“Someone as innocent as you shouldn’t be with someone as fucked up as Harry,” Drue says in barely a whisper. Your head shoots up to look at him, and you let out a mumbled sound of confusion.

“Wha..? No.. I love Da-”

“I know. I shouldn’t have brought it up." Drue says, pushing your head back to his chest. He begins to bounce his leg for you, and your eyes immediately close back shut.

You were completely knocked out, and Drue and Jack were so caught up in taking care of you, that you never even heard Harry’s voice coming your way.

He’s walking at a fast pace to get back to you, realizing he’s been gone for around an hour. He holds his phone close to his ear, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he listens to the person he’s arguing with.

“Yeah, I know that. I don’t fuckin’ care, just get-”

Harry stops in his tracks. He almost drops his phone at the sight he’s just witnessed.

Oh.

That's not how this was supposed to go. Harry was showing you off to his friends to show them what they can't have. Now that his friends think they can baby you like he does, hold you like he does, touch you like he does; he knows that he can no longer trust them. Or you, for that matter. Harry tilts his head sideways a bit to see a little better, and instead of blowing up like he usually would, a small, sly smirk creeps onto his face.

Harry’s going to ruin you.

You're his, and he was going to get that through your incompetent little head, one way or another.

[harryrunmeoverpls]

“heyyyy can you do a one shot with like very mean dom/toxic harry showing you of to his friends? :)” i accidentally posted the draft so i had to delete it :/ the ask went away as well but here it is!!! i’m so sorry for all the trouble. pls pls enjoy! i also got kinda carried away with the whole prompt lol. ALSO, SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2? <33

SUMMARY: After a very dark turn in a day out with Harry's friends, Harry becomes more possessive of you than he’s ever been. So, to show them that you’re his, he lets them have you. However, there’s only so much of that Harry can take.

Ruin

TW: VERY DARK/dom/toxic!harry x sub/innocent/crybaby!reader, spanking, dacryphilia, piss kink, SMUT WITH PLOT! squirting, fingering, cunnilingus, degrading kink, daddy kink, forced orgasms, exhibitionism, (kinda..maybe?? idk u tell me)

The sound of low, deep voices startles you awake. You lean up in the bed, patting the side where Harry usually lays. He’s not there. The time is 12:38, according to the alarm clock on the table next to you. To your surprise, Harry didn't wake you up at your required time today; instead, he let you sleep in. You whimper at the light sensitivity you're experiencing from the bright sun as you put on your slippers and go to the restroom.

After brushing your teeth and washing up, you head downstairs to see Harry leaning against the counter with a glass in his hand. He’s facing towards the couch, where two men you don’t recognize sit. They’re chatting about something you can’t comprehend, and Harry stops once he sees you waiting shyly by the railing. “How’s my sleeping beauty?” You slowly peek around the corner to look at his two friends, who are now staring at you. You never really did well with other people around, especially when you were in small space. Finally mustering up enough courage, you quickly skip into Harry’s arms which were already open for you.

You inhale the scent of him and sigh in content. Harry pets your head a few times before pulling back. He tsks at the sight of you, still in your my melody pajamas. “You know better than to be in your jammies with my company around. Go change.” Harry orders you, lightly tugging on your clothes.

“Sorry, da- Harry.” You shake your head frantically as you fight the urge to call him Daddy. You made sure when you were in little space around other people, you’d tone it down in fear of them freaking out. This time was unexpected, and you couldn’t shake yourself out of it.

“No, S’fine. These are my really close friends. You’re fine, Darlin.” Harry reassures you, now turning you around so you're facing them. “Go say hi to Drue and Jack.” He pushes you with just one finger, and you stumble their way. Drue and Jack look at you, and that’s what you’re most afraid of. The two men tower over you which only makes you slip further into little space. You turn back around and give Harry a pleading look, but he only shakes his head, narrowing his eyes. “Go. Don’t be rude.”

You decide it’s best not to talk back with his friends around. So, after returning your gaze back towards Drue and Jack, you finally stammer out a trembling “H-hi…”

“Well, who’ve we got here?” Jack says, a warm smile plastered on his pale face. “I- I’m Y/n, nice to m-meet you..” You respond just how Harry taught you for when you’re in littlespace, and you hear him let out a satisfied sound behind you.

“Nice to meet you too, Y/n! I’m Jack, and this is Drue. We’ve been friends of Harry’s for a while now.” Jack explains. He reaches out to shake your delicate hand, and Drue does the same. “You look very pretty, Y/n.” Drue says.

“Thanks, you’re pretty too!” You respond, getting visibly more comfortable now.

“See? They’re friendly.” Harry says from behind, drinking from his cup slowly. He puts his cup down and makes his way toward you. “Now let’s get you dressed, yeah? C’mon, Darlin.” He puts a hand on your lower back, leading you towards the stairs. “Say goodbye before we leave, Y/n.”

“It’s nice meeting you two!” You wave back at Drue and Jack, and they do the same to you. “Be back in a few, gotta get this one dressed,” Harry says, and the two men nod and make conversation with themselves.

Harry lets you choose your outfit today, and you decide on a pretty pink sundress- bouncy, frilly, and “fit for a princess just like you,” in Harry’s own words. You choose basic pink low-top shoes to match.

“How do I look, Daddy?” You do a little spin for Harry, his green eyes inspecting you from head to toe. A smile creeps on his face. It was condescending and sly, but so endearing in your eyes.

“Y’look adorable, Babydoll. Now fix your hair.” Harry says, leading you to your vanity. “Can’t have you lookin a mess in front of my friends. You don’t wanna embarrass Daddy, do you?” He sits you down on the chair, a hand on your shoulder as you both stare into the mirror. You shake your head frantically at Harry’s statement. You’d never do anything to disappoint or embarrass your Daddy! He does everything for you, and if he wants you to look nice in front of his friends, you’ll do exactly that.

“All right, get to it. Gonna be downstairs with the boys if y’need me.” Harry says after giving your head a light peck with his lips. “Oh, and don’t wear too much makeup. Don’t want you walking around lookin' like a hooker.” With that, Harry’s gone down the stairs, leaving you alone in the mirror.

So, you open the drawer to your vanity and pull out your princess brush. You comb through your hair, detangling every part as you decide how to style it for today. After trying various hairstyles, and remembering which one is Harry’s favorite- you decide on leaving it loose. The mascara you chose was just enough to give a natural look. You didn’t want to embarrass Harry by wearing too much, so you kept it simple. After wrapping your favorite pink and white ribbon in your hair, you trudge down the stairs towards Harry. He’s now on the couch with Drue and Jack, watching a show you’d never be interested in. With a beer in his hand, Harry takes a few sips before making comments about the show. You lightly tap Harry’s shoulder, and he looks up at you with a small smile.

“Don’t I look pretty, Daddy?” You smile, eyes big and wide as you wait for your Daddy to praise you. Harry looks at you, eyes going up and down as he takes in your appearance. Eventually, he lets out a small “Mhm,” and takes another sip from his beer.

“Go wait by the door. Gonna finish this last episode and then we’ll be off, okay? Go be a good girl and wait for Daddy.” You nod in compliance, eager to follow your Daddy’s orders. You find a space on the ground next to the front door. Leaning against the wall, you get comfortable and wait patiently for Harry.

After what seemed like forever, Harry and his friends finally get up from the couch and head towards the door. You’ve must’ve drifted off to sleep, because your eyes strain when you open them. Wiping your eyes, you fight back a yawn as you look up at Harry, Drue and Jack. “Daddy, it’s been almost an hour and-”

“We’re leaving now, right?”

You’re silent for a few seconds. “Right?” Harry repeats. “Yeah, but-” You try to respond, but Harry’s deep and husky voice empowers your small and timid one.

“Alright. Then there’s nothing to complain about. C’mon.” Harry says, making grabby hands at you. You grab his hands immediately, and he leads you to the car. He buckles you in your seat, making sure you’re secure before heading to the drivers seat and starting the car. Jack climbs in the passenger seat and immediately starts a conversation with Harry. You’re sitting next to Drue, who gives you a friendly smile before looking out the window. You do the same too, and in that moment, you realized you didn’t even know where you were going.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Darlin?” Harry responds. You assume that the beer he drank earlier is the reason for his thick, husky voice today. Before you called his name, his eyes were fixated on the road, but they are now shifting between the road and you in the mirror.

“Where are we goin’?” Your voice is filled with curiosity as you ask. Usually, to go to your favorite parks, Harry would turn right. You’d be able to name every building because of how many times you’ve been there. This area was much different. There were hardly any trees, no swings, and no dogs roaming the neighborhood.

Harry hums at your question. He taps the steering wheel with his index finger as he thinks of an answer. How many questions were you going to ask him today? He’s close to telling you to stop asking him things altogether, but seeing as you probably wouldn’t quit, he decides it’s best to tell you. “We’re still goin to the park, Kitten,” Harry responds, in hopes that will shut you up. Why were you questioning him anyways? Harry’s the one who has power in this relationship, so you should simply follow his instructions without challenging him.

“But- where are the pretty palm trees? And the ice cream shop?” Using your hands to push upwards, you look out the window to see your surroundings again. There’s nothing here that’s familiar to you, and your little mind is determined to find out why. Disappointment lingers in your tone when you speak. “This doesn’t look like the park.”

“It’s a different kind of park.” Harry shoots back, a fake smile plastered on his face. It remains there for a few seconds, before quickly diminishing into his dead expression once more. “Now stop fuckin’ bothering me and let me drive.” Harry presses harshly on the pedal, - so harshly that he can feel the metal- making sure you know this conversation is completely over. He engages in conversation with Jack, completely toning out anything that may come out of your mouth. It’s annoying to Harry, really, to hear the same little voice in his ear 24/7. You ask about absurd, unnecessary, obvious things, and if you’re not talking about a cartoon you’re watching, you’re blabbing your mouth about some useless toy.

The location you stop at makes you want to cry. Nothing here looks enjoyable. The building is an old, crusty beige, and trash is littered everywhere around it. Loud music booms through the concrete walls, and you can’t stop yourself from cringing as Harry begins to park the car. Once it’s parked, Harry doesn’t even wait for you, -or even help you out the car- instead, he’s rushing inside the building with Jack. Drue, on the other hand stays behind. His brown eyes watch you slowly get out the car, eyes big and wide as you look at this new park. “Not as pretty as your usual parks, huh?”

A gasp escapes your lips as you turn in Drue’s direction. You smile once you see his face, and gently shake your head. “Daddy usually takes me to the park next to the ice cream shop. I’ve never seen this park before!” You say, running your delicate fingers across the bumpy walls. “Is the playground inside?” Curious, you tilt your head to the side. When he realizes just how innocent you are, Drue chuckles and wonders how Harry could have just left you out there by yourself. He’s never heard much about you, other then Harry mentioning you a few times in conversations, but before Drue could ask anymore about you, Harry would change the subject. Every. Single. Time. He could never figure out if it was because you didn’t exist, or if it’s because Harry wants you all to himself.

Drue never imagined you to be so… adorable. With your bubbly personality and that cute smile of yours, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you- and he knows if Harry ever found out what he thinks about you, he’d be a dead man. “It’s not that kind of playground, Y/n. Come with me.” Drue says, doing a gesture with his pointer and middle finger so you can grab his hand. You hesitate a bit. Harry tells you he’s the only one who can hold your hand, but Drue was his best friend, so why wouldn’t it be fine? His hand fits perfectly around yours. The two of you head inside the building, the sea of people completely swallowing you whole.

The only thing you can see is people everywhere, rubbing on each other, and practically eating each others faces. Definitely not a place for someone like you. Harry and Jack are nowhere to be seen, Drue makes sure of it- before leading you to the middle of the dance floor. “Dance with me,” He says in your ear. He begins to move his body to the loud music. He stops once he notices your lost expression. “C’mon, Y/n. Don’t worry about Harry. He controls every little thing you do. Don’t you wanna let loose today?”

You don’t know exactly what to do, but you know Harry trusts Drue, and this is a park. You wanted to have fun, and that’s exactly what a park is for. So, with a smile on your face, you begin to dance with Drue. He smiles back, and looks for any sign of Harry before returning his attention back to you.

If Drue knew Harry was all the way in the back, eyes sinisterly watching the two of you, he would’ve left you alone entirely.

Harry’s leaning against the wall, a drink in his hand, and Jack in his ear blabbing about something he couldn’t care less about. He slowly takes a sip of his drink, and mumbles out a “Mhm” to make it seem like he’s not ignoring Jack. The only thing he’s focused on is you, dancing with his best friend. Harry knows you’d never cheat on him, or even have the guts to, so this has to be in the hands of Drue.

“Dance with Y/n.” Harry says blankly, completely stopping Jack from blabbing about whatever he was going on about.

“What? But that’s your girlfriend, man-“

“I don’t give a shit. Go.” Harry pushes Jack in your direction. He gives him a concerned look. He waits for Harry to elaborate, but that’s all he gives him, his expression remaining unbothered. Jack gives him another weird look before getting next to you and Drue, moving his body in a rhythm that matches yours.

Harry sighs deeply as he falls back against the wall. Drue obviously has an interest in you, but if he knew what was best for him, he wouldn’t even try it. Harry knows if Drue dares to make a move on you, it’s not long until Jack will try to follow suit. So, he figured he’d mess with his friends. Show them what they are unable to possess—you.

You’re still dancing with the two men surrounding each side of you. Laughing and twirling around in excitement, you grab both of their hands and make them twirl along with you.

“Wheeww!” You let out between giggles. Drue and Jack laugh at your innocence and continue to dance. Your fun was cut short when Harry gets in between the three of you, an unamused expression on his face.

“This place is fuckin’ boring,” Harry says, a fresh, unopened can of beer in his right hand. You don’t even notice it, until you feel Harry’s cold hand lifting your chin up, putting the can to your closed lips.

“But Daddy, you said I can’t have anymore alcohol, remember? Cuz I threw up a bunch!”

“Yeah, but you can take this.” Harry says, tapping your cheeks to get you to open your mouth. When you don’t, Harry’s condeciding smile turns into a frown. Drue and Jack watch as Harry’s gaze turns cold.

“Open.”

Tears fill your eyes as you open your mouth slowly. You can’t prepare yourself for the burning, harsh liquid that trickles down your throat. You swallow and lean back to show Harry you don’t want anymore, but he only presses the can back to your lips.

“More.”

You reluctantly follow his orders and take five long sips from the can. As you swallow the beer, you hold back your tears and give Harry a small smile, waiting for him to praise you for being good. But as you watch Harry chuckle and playfully hit Jack on the shoulder, the tears in your eyes only deepen.

“See? I told you she’d drink some if I told her to.” Harry says between laughs, before taking another sip of beer.

“C’mon. We’ll go the park, Y/n.” He extends his empty hand out to you, and when you don’t take it, his jaw clenches. You look at him with pleading eyes, trying to tell him you don’t want to go to the other park anymore. You like this park, and you like dancing with Harry’s friends. Harry only ignores you, grabs your hand, and leads you out of the building. Drue and Jack follow along and choose not to say anything to Harry who’s visibly angry, though he won’t admit it.

Excitement bubbles in your stomach once you see the park's huge palm trees. There seems to be a festival going on, and you can’t stop the smile that appears on your face. Drue lets out a chuckle at the sight of you.

“You excited?” Drue asks you, unbuckling his seatbelt while Harry parks the car.

“Yeah! This is my favorite park, remember? I wanna play on the-" You interrupt yourself with a gasp, remembering the best part of the whole park.

“Daddy! Can we get ice cream? The ice cream shop is open!” You look at Harry, who’s parked and is almost out the car. He doesn’t respond, only nods his head and takes his wallet out of his back pocket. He shuffles through some cards and receipts and pulls out two one-hundred-dollar bills.

“Here,” Harry says, holding the money to you between his pointer and middle finger. “Get whatever you want.”

Dumbfounded, you look at the money with wide eyes. Harry’s never let you hold more than fifty dollars, so two hundred seemed like all the money in the world. You bubble with excitement as you think of all the things you can buy at the festival. As you take the money from Harry, you bounce around and think of stuffed animals and candy.

“Thank you soooo much, Daddy! You’re the best! I love you so much!” You say, stepping on your tippy toes to give Harry a kiss on the cheek. He wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you closer, kissing you on your lips.

“I love you too, Kitten. With all of my heart. Do you know that?" Harry says, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Do you know Daddy loves you?" In the corner of his eye, he sees Drue and Jack, awkwardly waiting for this moment to be over. A smile returns to Harry’s face as he sees this, and he lets you go.

“I gotta take some calls. Go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

Following your Daddy’s orders, you nod your head frantically and skip along the road toward the ice cream shop.

“Don’t leave Drue and Jack, y’hear me?” Harry yells out before you get too far, and you give him a thumbs up before skipping again. He sees Drue tell you something he couldn’t hear from where he was, but you skip ahead of both Drue and Jack.

That’s when Harry realizes, your sundress is entirely too short for his liking. Your sundress bounces up as you skip along, partially revealing your baby-pink underwear. Harry’s jaw clenches as he sees Drue and Jack not even trying to hide their gaze at your panties. He can’t stop the blood from rushing to his cock, which was now throbbing at the sight in front of him.

Harry jogs in front of his friends and right next to you, grabbing your arm harshly before leaning down to your ear.

“Why’re you tryna disappoint me, Kitten?” Harry says, his tone harsh and deep. With wide eyes, you swallow harshly at your Daddy’s question.

“Disappoint you?” You ask in disbelief. You’d never try to disappoint your Daddy, ever! Harry nods, an unreadable expression on his face. Tears begin to rise up from your waterline, and down onto your flushed cheeks. You made sure you did your makeup and hair just like Harry wanted it, you waited by the door for him to finish his show, and you played with his friends at a new park. You couldn’t figure out what you’ve done so wrong.

“Am I really disappointing you, Daddy? “I’d never, ever-"

“Yeah, you are,” Harry interrupts. His fingers reach to the bottom of your skirt, trying to pull it down more to conceal the part of your panties that was showing.

“Your dress is a little short, Baby.”

“Well, duh!” You respond, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders knowing that it was nothing too serious. “It’s a sundress, Daddy!” You playfully hit Harry on the shoulder, but his expression remains the same.

“Don’t fuckin’ give me excuses. You said you wouldn’t disappoint me, and this is what you wear? Did you just think I wouldn’t notice?” Harry responds, watching as you shake your head slightly, tears now forming in your eyes. You didn’t understand this at all. Harry said he loved your outfit, so much so that he even called you a princess.

“You said I looked pretty-“

“I lied. Y’think people wanna see how much of a whore you are because you want to show off like one?” Harry says, completely stopping your sentence. “Pull your fuckin dress down.”

“But you said I looked like a princess, Daddy!”

“I know, Darlin, but sometimes Daddy’s the only one who gets to see you this pretty, okay? You understand me?” Harry asks, his hand cupping your chin as you continue walking. “Nod if you understand Daddy.”

Choking on sobs, you nod in compliance before shaking your head right after.

“No! I like my dress the way it is, Daddy!” Stomping your foot, you whine at Harry, who now has a frown on his face.

“Fine.” Was all he said, before taking your hand and leading you the other way.

“Hey, M’ taking Y/n to the restroom. She’s gotta pee.” Harry says, after telling them to wait at the ice cream shop. He continues to walk to the car, but is slowed down by you tugging back.

“N-no! I don’t have to pee-“

“Yes, you do,” Harry growls, yanking your wrist to force you to catch up to him. Before you get there, he uses the remote keys to open the car door.

“Y’think you can disobey Daddy, huh?” Harry says softly, but roughly at the same time, his tone making you shiver. You whine at his tight grip, making your wrist turn white from how hard he’s holding on.

“Get in the fucking car.” Harry says, opening the back seat instead of the front. You notice this, and immediately try to run, but Harry pushes you in the car before you can.

“Don’t try to run, Darlin. Y’know that never works out.” Harry mutters, more to himself than to you, and pushes your dress up so he can see your panties. He spreads your legs wide and sniffs.

“Mmm.” He says, using his index finger to rub your clit slightly through your panties. “My favorite snack.” He moves your panties to the side and gives you no heads-up before completely devouring your pussy. With his lips around your clit, he growls as he moves his tongue at a rapid speed. You scream loudly at the sudden sensation, closing your legs in an attempt to make him stop.

“Daddy, what- why.. please..” You babble out, gripping his brown hair. You can’t help the gasps you let out, your heart beating faster at the feeling of Harry’s tongue licking every part of you. He shushes you and tells you to calm down, but you squirm in response. He adds a finger in once he feels your walls are wet enough, and your body arches upwards once he does. He chuckles deeply at your reaction, and starts moving his fingers faster.

“Daddy, s-stop.. feels different..” You say, and he completely ignores you, continuing to lap at your pussy. Eyes closed, he moans at the taste of you, sending vibrations to your throbbing clit. You involuntarily clench your thighs, so hard to the point where it hurts. As if Harry knew this, he lightly squeezes your thigh to get you to stop. You let out an exasperated whine, telling Harry you’re almost there.

You almost let it happen, but quickly come to your senses.

“No, Daddy! You’re gonna ruin my sundress! Daddy, please I can’t! Stop! Nnghhh!”

Harry sits up, keeping his fingers thrusting out of your clenching pussy. You clench so hard around his fingers, it’s almost hard for him to move them, but he keeps the pace regardless.

“I can’t hold it! Daddy, please! I don’t wanna cum.. feels too-” You trash your body around, trying your best to get away from Harry’s tongue.

“Hey. Don’t you want ice cream? Hm? If you cum for me, we can get you all the ice cream that pretty little mouth desires.” Harry’s comforting words didnt at all match his demanding tone. He keeps his fingers in your pussy, thrusting them faster and faster as he sucks your clit again. You only try to squirm away, accidentally kicking Harry in the face with your foot.

“JUST CUM FOR ME, DAMMIT!” Harry screams, startling you so hard, you can’t hold on anymore. The liquid from your pussy just gushes out, making the most filthiest sound the both of you ever heard. With your back completely arched, your mouth opens in a silent scream. Your juices squirt all over Harry’s face, his seats, and his pants. He doesn’t even seem to care, and instead of scolding you, he leans down to your gushing pussy, and drinks. He holds out his tongue, and moans at the feeling of your liquids hitting his tastebuds. He could honestly stay there and indulge in that tangy taste he’s so obsessed with, but instead, he pulls your panties back to your leaking pussy.

Harry almost cums at the sight of your juices completely soaking your panties. He’s trying his hardest to ignore the obsessive twitching of his cock, and he finds himself harshly biting his lip. The liquid darkens the baby pink color into a dark magenta. Harry brings his thumb and places it on your clit, and rubbing softly. Your body shakes harshly at his small touch, and he lets out a deep chuckle at how sensitive you are. A small scream escapes your mouth when you feel Harry press hardly on your panties, making sure all your juices are soaked in. He sits back, eyes scanning you up and down. Your eyes are shut, body twitching uncontrollably. The only thing you can do is let out little whimpers, since you can’t seem to form words.

“See? Wasn’t that hard.” Harry says gruffly, before grabbing a hand towel from the glove compartment and wiping his face and the seats. He unlocks the doors, and helps you out the car. “Let’s get you some ice cream, Kitten.”

You remain practically glued to Harry’s hip, feeling colder than usual since you were all wet. You whine when the wind blows, making your sensitive pussy feel ice cold. The two of you make your way back into the ice cream shop, Drue and Jack taking notice of you as soon as you walk in. Harry takes a seat next to Drue after ordering you to stand in front of them.

“Go on, do a spin for Daddy and his friends.” Harry orders with that smirk of his. You give him a look, cocking your head in confusion.

“Do you want your ice cream or not?” Harry says harshly and demanding. His jaw clenches at the thought of you disobeying him, so he says it again, harsher this time.

“Spin.”

When you don’t move, Harry grabs your arm and lifts it above your head, spinning you around for the whole ice cream shop to see. Drue and Jack smile at you being shy, thinking nothing of it at first, until they see your soaked underwear.

“Did she.. have an accident?” Jack whispers shakily, eyes glued to your not-so baby pink panties.

“Nope,” Harry says blankly, though he can’t help the smirk that creeps on his face. “She squirted all over my face though.”

Harry figured if you want to show off your panties to the world, they might as well be wet.

After paying for your strawberry cheesecake ice cream, and buying his friends some too, Harry walks all of you back to the park. Bubbles float in the air, and the smell of cotton candy fills your lungs. As you eat your ice cream, you decide on what you should do first. Your mind is made up, though, when your eyes land on the seesaw. Giving Harry your cup of ice cream, you start to skip your way to the seesaw. Harry stops you by grabbing your arm.

“I told you to stop fuckin embarrassing me,” Harry mumbles lowly, before taking his thumb and running it over your lips. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Wha..?” You let out, before getting your answer when you see the ice cream Harry wipes off of your lips.

“Whatever. Just go.” Harry says, making a gesture with his hands telling you to move along. He licks the ice cream off his finger, before sitting on a bench while you play. You’re about to go on the seesaw when you realize you need another person to play. You figured you shouldn’t bother Harry right now, because he was speaking on the phone, and you’re not allowed to talk to him when he’s on the phone. So, you walk up to the bench where Drue and Jack sit, and lightly tug Jack’s shirt.

“Jack? Can you play with me?” You ask shyly, with your hands behind you. The two men laugh at your question, but Jack gets up and takes your hand.

“Of course, pretty. C’mon, let’s go.” He says, grabbing your soft hand and leading you back to the seesaw. He sits you down on the seesaw properly, and on the seat across from you. The seesaw goes up and down as you push with your legs. You wore a satisfied grin as you feel the wind blow across your face. Contentment was all you felt for a while until your shoelaces got untied. You even double-knotted just like Harry told you!

Jack, who was smiling at your excitement from the other side, sees your shoelaces and stops moving.

“I got it-"

“It’s okay!” You tell him, reassuring that you can do it yourself. Propping your foot on the little bit of seat space you had left. You make sure to triple knot this time, but when you’re on the last bunny loop, you fall flat on your ass. The spiky mulch pokes at your ass, causing tears to form in your eyes. You almost start bawling, but you remember Harry telling you how you were embarrassing him, so you wipe your tears like a big girl and hop right back on your feet. Jack helps you up, telling you that he had fun with you anyways.

It seemed nobody saw your fall, but when you turn your head to Harry’s direction, he’s slowly shaking his head. He gets up and walks in your direction, each step he takes giving you goosebumps. He doesn’t say a word, instead grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to the bench.

“Wait, Daddy! I still wanna play!!” You say in a whine, trying to pry Harry’s strong fingers off your arm one by one.

“Why, so you can fall on your ass again? I told you not to fuckin embarrass me. This is the fifth- You know what?” Harry breaks off mid-sentence, his lips pursed into a fine line as he raises his hands.

“Fuck it, I'm done. Do what you want, I don’t give a fuck anymore. You’ve done nothing but disobey me all day, and when it was time for you to get punished for your actions, I ended up with your foot basically down my fuckin’ throat,” Harry’s voice is practically booming around the whole park, and people stare his way but he doesn’t care. To him, you’ve broken rule, after rule, after rule.

“And now this? You can’t even tie your damn shoes right? Hm? If I find out you’re tryna embarrass me on purpose-“

“I’m not, Daddy! I promise! I just lost my bal-"

“Whatever. Like I said, do what you want. M’ gonna make a couple phone calls, I’ll be in the car.” With that, Harry’s walking away into the sea of people. Feeling defeated and like a disappointment, you make your way to the bench where Drue and Jack are sitting again. Your eyes almost immediately close shut, and you finally realize how tired you are.

“Aw, you’re tired, Honey?” Drue says, taking you in his lap. His tan skin brushes softly against yours. You nod your head yes to his question, leaning into his chest. It was warm and inviting, you couldn’t help but lean in a little more. Drue pets your head as whimper in his lap.

“I fell asleep w-waiting for Daddy. He was watchin’ his s-show… didn’t wan’ bother him.” Slurring on your words from the alcohol, you lean closer into Drue’s chest. You’ve been deprived of touch like this all day. Harry hasn’t even given you much attention since you’ve woken up, so you find yourself enjoying this more than you should.

Drue and Jack exchange knowing glances, and immediately start catering to you. Jack takes your chin in his hand and holds your head up. He puts a water bottle to your lip, and you shiver as you feel the cold liquid go down your throat.

“Let’s get that alcohol out of your system, okay Baby?” He nods his head and waits for you to do the same, and then takes your hand in his. Drue coos at you and whispers comforting words in your ears. You let out a tiny yawn, and immediately the two men both say “Awww,”

You couldn’t help but feel guilty about this, but Harry did tell you that Drue and Jack were his really close friends and that they were friendly. You didn’t want to embarrass him by denying his friend's attention.

There’s a moment of silence between you three, but it’s broken by a statement you’ve never heard anyone say before.

“Someone as innocent as you shouldn’t be with someone as fucked up as Harry,” Drue says in barely a whisper. Your head shoots up to look at him, and you let out a mumbled sound of confusion.

“Wha..? No.. I love Da-”

“I know. I shouldn’t have brought it up." Drue says, pushing your head back to his chest. He begins to bounce his leg for you, and your eyes immediately close back shut.

You were completely knocked out, and Drue and Jack were so caught up in taking care of you, that you never even heard Harry’s voice coming your way.

He’s walking at a fast pace to get back to you, realizing he’s been gone for around an hour. He holds his phone close to his ear, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he listens to the person he’s arguing with.

“Yeah, I know that. I don’t fuckin’ care, just get-”

Harry stops in his tracks. He almost drops his phone at the sight he’s just witnessed.

Oh.

That's not how this was supposed to go. Harry was showing you off to his friends to show them what they can't have. Now that his friends think they can baby you like he does, hold you like he does, touch you like he does; he knows that he can no longer trust them. Or you, for that matter. Harry tilts his head sideways a bit to see a little better, and instead of blowing up like he usually would, a small, sly smirk creeps onto his face.

Harry’s going to ruin you.

You're his, and he was going to get that through your incompetent little head, one way or another.

[harryrunmeoverpls]

I LOVE THIS <3 DADDY HARRY <<<<<

I’m Already Yours

TW: possessive/meandaddy!harry x sub/little! reader, SMUT WITH PLOT! spanking, daddy kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, olfactophilia, forced orgasms, cunnilingis, unprotected sex, sooo much fluff at the end!!!<3

Summary: “Daddy, please… S’too m-much..” You beg lowly, hoping he’ll have some mercy. Your arms were getting weak from being in this position, but Harry didn’t care. He leans down so his body is directly on top of yours, and brings his lips to your ear. The feeling makes you shiver. “If Daddy says you can take another, you can take another.”

Today was supposed to be a fun, relaxing day out for the two of you. You’ve both been stressed with no way to relax for a while, so Harry decided a day out was just what you needed. He made sure you were big enough to go to the bar, and you were. You two were having a great time. Harry didn’t mean to ruin it, but he couldn’t help it. You’re his little kitten. He’d make sure you know that every day. Giving you everything your little heart could ever desire, to leaving his marks on you when he had you to himself.

So when he saw a man eerily close to you as you drank at the bar, he had no problem starting a war. Except he wouldn't, not in front of you. Not where his innocent little kitten would see the Daddy who's always so sweet to her, ruin another man. Harry left you alone for three minutes. Three minutes so he can go to the bathroom, and another man is trying to get with you when he comes back? Harry makes his way up to the bar, interrupting your conversation. He holds his hand out to the man. "Harry Styles.' The man's a few inches shorter than Harry, so he has to look up a bit to make eye contact. "I'm-" Harry interrupts the man before he can finish.

"No need to introduce yourself. So what're doin?" Harry cocks his head to the side, having a very sarcastic look on his face. You open your mouth to say something, but Harry holds up a hand, telling you not to open your mouth. His jaw clenched as he looked at you with a very perplexed look on his face. You know that look, that's the same look he uses when he's mad at you, or about to punish you. The man's eyes shift between the two of you. "Look man, I already called dibs-”

“ON MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!” Harry shouts; way too loud, and the majority of the bar turns their heads in his direction. He doesn’t even look at them, he just grabs your arm and leads you out the door before he does anything more. You follow him like a hopeless puppy, and his grip on you only gets tighter as you try and let go. You feel yourself starting to slip into littlespace. “Daddy, wai-”

“Get…in the car, Y/n. M’ not playin games today.” He says, his voice deep and raspy from the encounter. It’s dark out, and the wind forces you to fold your arms to prevent goosebumps. “I was just tryna be friendly-”

“What did I just say? Get in the fucking car.” Harry doesn’t bother to open the door for you like he usually would. Instead, he just opens the driver’s seat and starts the car immediately, waiting only a few seconds for you to climb in. You do exactly that, deciding not to say anything as Harry was already angry. He drives off, and you two don’t exchange words for the entire ride. You watch as he drives callously like he can’t wait to get home.

Harry begins to park the car in the driveway, his forearm muscles flexing a bit as he turns the wheel. You look at him innocently, eyes big and wide, hoping to make him less angry. “Don’t act like you’re fuckin’ innocent,” Harry says, gaze shifting between you and the road. “I saw how you were twirling your hair round, batting your eyelashes n’ shit.”

Except you weren’t lying. You were just trying to be friendly; at first. You did have intentions to make Harry jealous, so you thought just by looking pretty and being nice Harry would see how irresistible you are. You were too nice and naive of a girl though, to see what the man’s thoughts actually were. You didn’t see how the man barely looked at your face once, instead, his gaze was lower.

“Get out.” Harry mumbles as he unlocks the car door, and you quickly grab your things and shuffle behind him. You can barely talk to him for a second because he’s already opened the front door and walked inside. You step into the house and close the door. You set your things down on the counter, and before you can process, Harry has you pinned against the wall. You squeak at the sudden action watching as Harry grabs both your wrists with just one hand. He presses his hand above your head, ensuring you don’t try to run away.

“You were just bein friendly..” Harry mocks you from earlier, taking off his coat before grabbing your face roughly. “Daddy, I didn’t wan’ be mean!” you say, cheeks growing hot at the way Harry looks at you. He looks like he’s going to devour you. His untamed, ruffled hair makes his green eyes appear more intimidating than ever. “Y’know Daddy doesn’t like when you lie, Baby…” Harry says, taking off your jacket and throwing it on the ground without care. You can’t do anything but stare at him helplessly. “Daddy, wait! I just wanted a new friend!” You spit out a lie from the top of your tongue. Anything to soften the punishment you knew was coming.

“A new friend?” Harry says, pouting his mouth as if your lie pained him. “On the bed. Face down with your clothes off.” He commands cocking his head in the direction of the stairs. You try to do exactly that, but he grabs your forearm as you attempt to leave. Harry leans down, lips grazing your ear slightly. His breath on your ear makes you shiver. “And don’t you dare move until I come for you. Need you to show me you can be my obedient lil’ girl again.”

1 hour and 35 minutes. That’s how long you’ve been on the bed, completely naked, hopelessly waiting for Harry to come for you. You only had on your white frilly knee-high socks, which did nothing to protect you from the cold sheets that immediately hardened your nipples. You’ve been miserably aroused since you got back home and you were beginning to lose your patience. The position you were in didn’t help you at all- you were flat on your stomach, your face being forced to look at the wall. You wriggle in your spot, trying to get the tiniest bit of friction. You look up in front of you, and your eyes go wide as you see Harry’s pillow, and a random gray shirt of his thrown next to it. The deep, insatiable teakwood scent of him fills your lungs, and you can’t help but rub your thighs together in response.

You look back towards the door behind you. It’s only open a crack. Harry never told you what he was doing, but you figured it was important work on the computer. There’s no way he’d come back anytime soon, so you grab the pillow and fold it. You position your legs around it and start moving, biting your lip to hide your whines. You grab his shirt and practically suffocate yourself with it, letting out a long sigh from the sniffing. “Daddy..” You let out involuntary whimpers as you go.

“Nnghhh..” You let a long exasperated whine slip from your lips. You move your hips faster on the pillow as you sniff your Daddy’s shirt again. The pleasure was ten times more intense because you’ve been left aroused for so long, just dying to be touched. You knew you would be in deep trouble if Harry walked in, but you figured he was way too busy with work to notice. And you’d be finished before he could ever catch you.

Soon, you’re almost there, and your knuckles become white from how hard you’re gripping the pillow. “Da.. da..” You babble to yourself. Your pussy throbs, signaling that you’re about to come. “Daddy!” You moan aloud, not really caring if Harry would come in at this point. You were finally so close to cumming, and it seemed so much more unattainable because of how long you’ve waited. You bring one hand to play with your nipple, folding it into your fingers as you moan. You’re no longer biting your lip, instead, a hand is pressed on your mouth in a better attempt to quiet the louder moans escaping your mouth. You’re like a dog in heat, and your frantic movements only get quicker and quicker. “Daddyyy..” You blurt out of pleasure. You quickly put your hand back towards your mouth and look behind towards the door. You don’t think Harry’s heard you, so you start your movements on the pillow again.

You were so wrong. Harry stopped his work 20 minutes ago, immediately dropping his pen when he heard a needy whine come from your bedroom. The door was already opened a bit, so he peeked inside and what he saw immediately made him cup his crotch. His little kitten, hopelessly humping his pillow, while practically suffocating herself in his shirt. Harry contemplated on whether he should just stay put and watch how desperate you are, or if he should punish you for disobeying him once more. You didn't deserve to cum. But remembering tonight’s stunt, he realized; if you wanted to cum so badly, he was going to make you cum. But he needed to punish you first. He needed you to be his little kitten again.

Hissing through his teeth, Harry pushes the cracked door open with one finger. You’re completely clueless about what’s happening; your Daddy witnessing you get off on his pillow and the scent of his shirt. You keep going, and you whine at the feeling of finally being able to cum. Then, you stop your movements completely. You let out a gasp, not out of pleasure, but out of complete shock. A cold hand wraps fingers around your neck ever so slowly. It’s your Daddy’s; his cold rings making you shiver. You drop the shirt, and your breathing gets more frantic at the thought of your punishment.

“It’s almost like you want me to punish you, Kitten..” Harry says, his grip on your throat becoming tighter. You let out a broken whine in response. Harry removes the pillow from under you, making a tsk sound at the huge wet spot on the casing. You stare at it with him, trying to devise a viable excuse to make your Daddy understand. It wasn’t fair, he left you all alone in the room for so long! You were desperate and needy for your Daddy, and he didn’t seem to care. You look up at Harry, eyes big and wide as you see him unbuckle his belt.

“Over my knee. Now, Y/n.” Harry pats his lap three times, signaling for you to climb on. You do exactly that, knowing if you disobeyed your Daddy even further, your punishment would be far worse. You begin to crawl on his lap, your pussy juices making a shiny line on his pants as you go. “Now,” Harry starts, folding his belt. “Tell me why I’m doin this, Babydoll.”

"Cause.. cause I wasn't listening?" You say, and almost immediately, Harry yanks you by your hair. You yelp, as you feel your walls growing warmer and slicker by the second. "The real reason, Darlin. Don't lie to me.." Harry growls, watching as you squirm around in attempt to get him to let go. To your surprise, he does, and you let out a tiny sigh of relief. "Go on, then."

"Cause I didn’t eat my vegetab- AH!" You let out a long squeal as you jerk harshly in Harry's lap. The belt left a stinging pain on your ass, and tears start to well in your eyes as it sinks in. Harry looks down at you with his look from before, and you feel your heart beat faster at the sight. "Don't fucking lie to me!" He shouts, before clearing his throat and returning to his neutral voice. "You're only hurtin' yourself, Kitten." He says, now folding the belt for it to be a longer length. “Try again. Tell me all the reasons why Daddy has to punish you,” Harry orders, lightly yanking your hair again causing you to whimper. “And don’t stop till you’ve named every single one.” You swallow harshly, getting ready to follow your Daddy’s instructions.

“I-I was flirting with a guy at the- nngh! - at the p-park..” The sound of the belt smacking your flesh makes Harry shift in his spot a little. He continually spanks you as you go, all your different little sounds making him groan. “Nd’ I moved when you told- ah! - me not to..”

“And what did Daddy tell you, hm? What happens when you disobey Daddy?” Harry says, watching as you squirm around on his lap. Your pussy glistens from how wet you are. Harry slides his pointer finger in your slit, and you immediately whine at the touch. “I get punished..” You answer his question, whimpering at Harry’s fingers, which are now rubbing circles on your clit.

“Mmm.” Harry says, biting his lip as he decides what to do with you. You look up at him with the biggest innocent eyes, watching as he grabs his shirt from the bed. He holds it to your nose, and you let out the neediest whine he’s ever heard. Your eyes are closed as you pant, breathing in the insatiable sent of Harry, over, and over, and over again. “Look at you. Panting like a lil puppy because of Daddy’s smell.. you like the smell of Daddy’s shirt, huh, baby?” Harry says, petting your head as you pant. “You like the way Daddy smells?” You nod your head shyly, hoping Harry will accept that as an answer. You didn’t know something as simple as your Daddy’s shirt could turn you on so much. “Words, Darlin.”

“Y-yes.. You smell so good, Daddy- mnph!” Harry has his shirt stuffed in your mouth, completely shutting you up. “Shouldn’t have a problem with this, then.” He says, throwing his belt on the floor. You look up at him with a lost expression on your face. “Wha..?” You try to say through his shirt. You weren’t a good girl today, and you knew that. You tried to make a guy jealous at the park today, and you touched yourself without your Daddy’s permission. Harry had every right to give you a spanking for your behavior, so why did he get rid of his belt?

“Get up.” Harry orders. You get off his lap, and he positions you on all fours with your back completely arched. He gets behind you, and you see his shadow lean toward your aching pussy. “Daddy, I don’ underst-” You interrupt yourself with a loud muffled gasp, gripping the sheets to keep steady. You let out muffled whimpers into his shirt. Harry’s tongue begins to lap at your clit, and he lets out a chuckle that immediately sends vibrations to your body. You’re already close from humping Harry’s pillow earlier, so you knew you wouldn't last long. Harry notices this, so he adds in a finger. “Daddy,” you release a mix of whimpers and whines through the shirt. You accidentally let it fall from your mouth, which was now opened out of pleasure. "D-don't stop, Daddy! Feels so- nngh! Feels so good..." You babble out before your mouth opens in a silent scream.

Harry, now licking at your folds, notices the shirt laying on the bed, instead of shoved down your throat. "Put that shit back in your fuckin mouth." He growls, before grabbing it and yanking your hair back. Harry violently shoves it back down your throat, and you let out a whine as you feel the gentle cotton it was earlier turn into harsh material against your throat. Harry's back to your needy pussy, shoving in his index and his middle finger in your spongy walls. He curves his fingers, reveling at the way you jolt when he finds your spot. All your precious little, whines fill his mind and only makes him thrust his fingers in faster. He slides his tongue in your slit again, twirling it around so he can taste every bit of you.

The shirt is your saving grace at this point, you're jaw's clenched on it as your eyes roll to the back of your head. You feel your stomach tighten, your pussy clenching around Harry's long fingers, which tells him that you're about to cum. He flicks his tongue at the fastest pace he can, and moves his fingers deeper inside your walls. You cum as soon as he pinches your puffy clit.

He almost cums too.

Your body begins to shake harshly as you shriek into the shirt. You try to grab onto something, anything, to help you keep steady. Your pussy flutters rapidly around Harry's fingers, and your legs clench at the stimulation.

Harry lets out a growl, a deep, animalistic growl against your clit once he tastes your tangy, sweet juices on his tongue. Your gushing all over his face, wetting his chin, his pants, and his dress shirt. He begins to thrust his fingers in at a vicious rate, making your juices splash everywhere on the bed. "Fuck, good girl.." Harry praises you like a puppy, groaning at the sight of your juices ruining the sheets. He reaches a hand to your mouth and removes the shirt, exchanging them for his ringed fingers. Your little pants become heavier as your body becomes weak on the bed. Before you completely fall, you feel Harry wrap a strong arm under you to keep you upright. He waits a moment for you to catch your breath before sliding a finger in. "N-no.. Please... Daddy... No," You whine, as Harry rubs his thumb over your sensitive clit before returning back down to your pussy.

“Daddyyyy! S-stop!” You try to crawl away from him, but he immediately grabs your waist and puts you right back where you were. His tongue only laps harder at your clit as you whine helplessly, begging him to stop. Since you can only look down between your thighs, the only thing you can see is Harry’s black work pants, which were way more tighter on him than usual. His dick is painfully hard, but he chooses to ignore it as he works on your throbbing pussy. Harry brings his head back up for a breather, slapping your ass over and over again. He lands two, three, four, heavy blows to your ass.

“Ah! Daddy, I’m sorry! Stop it, please!” You cry out, gripping the sheets roughly for support. Harry spanks your ass again, and again, and again, spanking you harder each time. The last spank breaks you, and he smiles to himself.

Now Harry has you where he wants you. He finally has you crying from cumming. Fat, black tears from your mascara run down your cheeks and onto the sheets. Your body shakes as you sob from the overstimulation on your clit, and the harsh pain on your ass. You cry and whine like a little baby, and Harry coos in your ear as you do. “Baby… isn’t this what you wanted? Didn’t you want Daddy to make you cum?” Harry says gently, rubbing your ass lightly with his thumb. Instead of immediately returning back down to your dripping pussy, he gets directly behind you. He presses your ass to his crotch, your wet pussy leaving wet marks all over his bulge. This only makes Harry harder. His hands slowly find their way back to your pussy, and he slides two fingers in with ease.

Harry basks in the sight of you, his Kitten practically seizing at how intense this orgasm was. Your still shaking, ass up as you let out muffled whimpers into the sheets.

He’d be damned if some bastard got to see his Kitten like that.

“Daddy, S’too m-much.. please…” You beg lowly through sobs, hoping he’ll have some mercy. Your arms were getting weak from being in this position, but Harry didn’t care. He leans down so his body is directly on top of yours, and brings his lips to your ear. The feeling makes you shiver. “If Daddy says you can take another, you can take another.” And with that, he was back to your sopping pussy, licking up any of your juices that were now sliding down your socks.

You’ve been like this for 45 minutes, Harry eating you out till you cum on his face, over, and over, and over again. You fall limp a couple times, but Harry continues to put you right back where you were. The excessive amounts of pleasure became too much for your little cunny, and Harry revels at how you literally scream once he forces another orgasm out of you. You should be begging Harry to stop touching your sensitive body all together, but there was something missing. Orgasm after orgasm and your poor little cunny still felt tingly. After this last orgasm, Harry stands up to smack your puffy clit, and you jerk and whimper at every hit.

“Da-mmph! Daddy.. I-mm.. It hurts, Daddy, I wan- I wanna feel full..” You babble helplessly in the sheets, and your throat tightens as you sob harder. “I know you told me I couldn’t touch myself without your permission N’ I’m sorry! I don’t deserve it but I want your cock, Daddy..” Harry stops as he hears you beg through choked sobs, wiping your cheeks with your palms. “Please.. Just wan’ you..”

Harry flips you over gently so you’re on your back, and spreads your legs. He takes off his black work pants, and throws them somewhere on the floor. “Even after all that you still want Daddy’s cock, huh?” Harry says gruffly, pulling out his cock and watching it spring out. Precum drips down his cock, and he groans as he strokes it a little bit. He teased you just for a moment, slowly rubbing his tip over your sensitive clit, before finally giving you what you want. Harry roughly pushes in you with just one long stroke, not even giving you time to adjust to his length. It stung for a bit, but it was the best sting you’ve ever felt- the feeling of your Daddy’s cock filling you up makes you whine from pleasure. You wrap your legs tightly around him, bringing him even deeper inside you.

“Fuck..” Harry sighs, setting his pace- which wasn’t slow, but he was definitely taking his time, like he was savoring it. He was, he was savoring the way your pussy squeezes his cock like it’s made just to fit you, like it’s a key to your lock. “That’s my girl.. so fuckin- mmm- so fuckin tight f’me.” Harry says through moans. He lets both of his arms rest on each side of your head, and lets his body rest gently above yours as he moves. Every moan, every whimper and whine, Harry loves to hear. He uses his thumb to slowly pet your head, eyes fixed on your expression of pleasure.

You let your eyes fall shut, just to get a break from the intensity of his stare, but you’re interrupted as Harry goes “Nope. Look at me.” You blink your eyes back open, almost choking on nothing as you saw how… possessive Harry’s gaze had become in the last four seconds. “There she is, my good girl..” He says, continuing his euphoric pace in your tightening pussy. “It was the girl from the press, huh? The way she was lookin’ at me from ‘cross the table.. you didn’t like that did ya?”

You swallow harshly, thinking of something to say, because Harry was completely right. Two days ago, at an unexpected press conference, you were dragged along to- all your little brain could process was how fancy everyone looked. While you, you were in a random pair of jean shorts you found on the floor of your closet and a Hello Kitty crop top from God knows when. You remember a girl looking at you with the most disgusted look on her face as you lean into Harry. You tried not to pay attention to her, knowing the more self-conscious you got the more you’d slip. But the way she kept looking at Harry… with her finger in her hair and her leaning in to show her cleavage, you couldn’t not feel some type of way. Harry told you to let it go afterwards, because he “only wants you, his little kitten” in his own words. Except you couldn’t, all your little brain could see is a girl trying to take your Daddy away from you.

“You want Daddy all to yourself, huh? My selfish fuckin brat.” Harry grumbles, wrapping a cold hand around your neck. You moan at the thought of Harry, and how he knows you well enough to know exactly what you're thinking about. “Why’re tryna make Daddy jealous, huh?” You don’t know if you’re too caught up in pleasure to care about his question, or if you’re just ignoring it altogether. Harry continues his steady pace, pulling out just a little bit so he can ram deeper into your walls. You squeal when he does, and your mouth opens out of pleasure. Harry takes advantage of your open mouth, and lets his spit coat your tongue. It’s unexpected, and you didn’t notice it until it was already down your throat. You choke a little bit, and Harry lightly taps your throat with two fingers, reminding you to swallow. “Your sweet, sweet pussy, takin Daddy’s cock- Who’s stretchin you out just right? Hm?” You whimper, feeling Harry’s breath right against your ear.

“You, Da-daddy..” You babble out, finding yourself whimpering incoherent words, not being able to form complete sentences.

“Who’s fuckin you so good you can’t even talk?”

“You, Daddy!” You whine. You reach a hand up to grab one of his arms for support. The familiar tightening of your stomach comes along, and you know you’re close to cumming again. “That’s right, Sweetheart. That’s me- that’s my cock that’s deep inside you...” Harry says, groaning as your pussy flexes around his cock. Your back arches and you whine, telling Harry that your almost there. “Daddy..” You say before letting out a jumbled noise of pleasure. “Please- I’m there, I’m there! Please, Daddy! Let me cum, please, I- nngh! I can’t hold it!” You beg out in fear that Harry will tell you that you can’t cum tonight. Your shaking around Harry’s waist, and he also feels like he’s going to cum too. “S’fine, Darlin. You’ve already taken your punishment.” He says, before slowly pulling out and ramming into you again.

When you cum, you cum harder than the plenty of times you have tonight. Your pussy flutters around Harry’s cock, and your back arches as your eyes close completely shut. “Daddyyy!” Harry growls as you call his name, thrusting into you faster and faster as he feels you gush around him. “Let Daddy have it, fuck-” He wraps a hand around your throat. Harry’s hips stutter as he feels his orgasm approaching too. He groans loudly as he feels your pussy holding on tight. “That’s my good fucking girl. Good girl!” Harry releases himself inside of you, coating every part of your walls. He doesn’t stop, he keeps going, and your body jerks in response.

The feeling was starting all over again, except twenty times more intense. You try to scoot away, but Harry’s strong body was no match for your weak and limp one. You were sure that you wouldn’t be able to cum again. “One more, Darlin. C’mon, just one more for Daddy, you can do it.” Harry says, watching as you shake your head frantically below him. “I know,” He pouts sympathetically. “It’s too much, huh? Can’t take anymore?” You nod in answer, now sobbing.

“But you can, Kitten.” Harry reassured you in a gentle tone, still thrusting into your fucked out pussy. “You can give me one more, I know you can. You’re so close already, aren’t you? So close to cumming around my cock again- fuck there you go, see? You’re so close, Darlin.” You shake under him, grabbing onto his shoulder.

“Daddy, please, please..” You choked on a sob, tears running down your cheeks. “See? You’re right there, Darlin. You’re right there. Show Daddy you're his good girl- fuck- just let go, Kitten.” You nod in obedience, eyes shutting closed before Harry orders you to look at him. “Look at me. Come right now.”

It all snapped at one time, and you stood quiet for the first part. His green eyes looked into yours as you struggle to keep them opened; but it was all worth it, though. Seeing Harry experience the same euphoria you were. The look of possession remains in his eyes, and he kisses you as his cum spills into you. You’re still heavily sobbing after, your body quivering as Harry continues to hold you. He remains inside you for a few moments, kissing you on the forehead and on the cheeks before pulling out.

“Stay here.” Harry orders before removing your legs from his waist and leaving away to the bathroom. He returns with some baby wipes and a new set of clothes for you. He opens your legs again, takes a baby wipe and gently wipes the cum out of you. You jerk and whine a little bit, and Harry shushes you in response. After changing you into a new set of My Melody pajamas, and him choosing to remain in his boxers- he brings you two onto the soft chair in the corner.

You're on Harry’s lap laying on your side as he rubs your back, shaking his leg for you. “Why’re you tryna make Daddy jealous, Kitten?” Harry asks softly, returning back to his question from before. “Don’t you know I’m already yours?” You were hesitant to answer. You didn’t want to admit that you were jealous too.

“M- m’ sorry, Daddy.” You say through whimpers, trying not to cry again. “I just thought if I flirted with someone else, you’d see how pretty I am.” Once you say that, Harry looks down with the most confused and hurt look you’ve ever seen on him. He’s never once thought you weren’t beautiful. You’re his kitten, his beautiful little kitten. “Darlin,” Harry starts, eyebrows furrowed out of disbelief. “What gives you that idea?”

“The girl at the press conference, remember? She’s s- so much better than me, and-“

“And she’s irrelevant. And definitely not as pretty as my little Kitten.” Harry interrupts. “If you're still my little Kitten, that is...” He says, putting on a pouty face. “Are you?” He starts to tickle your sides, and you let out the most adorable giggle he’s ever heard.

“Yes, Daddy! Stop it!” You say between giggles. Harry giggles with you, a wide smile on his face as he looks down at yours. He stops, and gently grabs your delicate hand. “This,” He says before placing it on his chest. “This belongs to you.” Harry’s heart beats against your palm, and he presses his hand against the back of yours so you feel it all. “Baby, you're mine, and I’m yours. You understand me?” He says, watching as you use your free hand to wipe your tears. “Yes, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you too, my baby. Never forget it.”

[harryrunmeoverpls]

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So I've read several smut fics about Bucky's first time after 70+ years but never a combination of these:

- touch starved Bucky, him begging the reader to touch him where he needs it the most

- him being iper sensitive, just a simple touch makes him whimper

- cumming a lot, reader can't even manage to suck him or stroke him properly

- still being hard after cumming several times

- he's just a moaning mess who needs attention, his metal hand isn't enough anymore

- his thrusts getting harder and deeper while he loses himself in the feeling, not even able to form a sentence

...could you please write something like this? If the f!reader and Bucky are friends, friends with benefits, in a relationship, how it starts, how it ends... it's up to you.

Wow. Here goes nothin’ BAHAHA.

Starved.

⚠️TW: NSFW, sub!touch-starved!bucky, dom!fem!reader, blowjob(m!receiving,) p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight overstimulation,  Bucky being a touch starved and needy little thing, much more lol just read it

☁️Summary: You make Bucky cum for the first time(s) in over 70+ years. Your touch starved little baby.

📝A/N: Thx for this request babie. I tried my very hardest to include everything in here! P.S: I’ve been a very busy person lately, which meant no time for writing. I’m so very sorry! You guys sending in requests really motivates me though. <3 I even used some of your exact words if you look closely, anon ;)

You and Bucky had a relationship that was indescribable. He was honest and open around you, which was something that nobody else could ever say. Wherever you were, so was he, and you didn’t have a problem with that. 

During the time you’ve spent getting to know Bucky, you’ve come to 2 conclusions; James Buchanan Barnes was a broken and damaged man, but that will never mean he’s any less worthy of love. You also noticed a certain desperation in him. The slightest touch would make him go rigid.

You can recall multiple occasions where you’d grab his hand, kiss his head, or simply pull him in for a hug and he’d be all flustered and glossy-eyed. He’d beg you to do those things again. To touch him literally anywhere. It didn’t matter where because to him, any sensation was a good sensation, just as long as it came from you.

Which led you to your second conclusion; Bucky was longing for touch. He was a touch starved, delicate, little thing that just needed to be taken care of. And you had no problem being the one to fulfill his needs. 

As of right now, Bucky has made himself comfortable in your arms, eyelids shut and mouth agape as he indulges in your soft, delicate touch. He’s on your lap and facing you, so you notice even the slightest twitches of his beautifully flushed face. Your fingertips slowly scratch at his scalp, and you feel him fall limp in your arms, as if he’d given himself up to you.

“l- I love that, y/n. please don’t stop...” Bucky mumbles. 

“when you touch me.. f-feels like m’ floating...” Bucky continues to babble and whimper from your simple movements. He’s literally shaking in your lap, which makes your mind wander into filthy places. You’re still awed about how the simplest touches from you make him go mad.

“yeah? feels good?” You ask quietly in response, and he nods his head yes. You feel subtle, but noticeable movements against the skin of your right thigh. His metal fingers were lightly tapping your thigh, as if he needed something to hold on to, to ground him here on earth so that his now ‘normal’ headspace wouldn’t become a fuzzy and floaty one.

“my sweet boy..” you whisper to him, brushing his hair away from his face and behind his ear. He gives you a weary and desperate look in response, and you give him a soft kiss on the nose as an attempt to calm him down. You began to feel something on your thigh again, but it wasn’t his metal fingers. You look down and see Bucky grinding against your thigh, whimpering and hyperventilating while doing so.

“f-fuck, I c-can’t! need more…” Bucky whimpers, hot tears falling from his baby blue eyes. He was so frustrated that he could never do it for himself, it was humiliating for him. You know he’s tried to cum by himself, but his metal hand just wasn’t enough. Poor little baby just couldn’t get himself there, and he needed you to do it. You wipe his tears with your thumb and begin to shush him. He was stiff in his pants, and the fact that he was wearing his comfy gray sweats didn’t make it any less obvious.

“shh… you’re okay James. What is it that you need, hm?”

Your voice was soft and delicate to his ears, which was something that Bucky appreciated. He was feeling so many things right now, it was all so overstimulating for him, but you’re sweet, sultry voice reminded him that he was okay.

“please do something. anything! it hurts, y/n… make it stop, please…”He whimpered, avoiding your eyes. His cock was leaked and stained his sweats.

 His whimpers have gotten even more high pitched as he’s become more desperate for you. You palm him through his sweats which makes him jolt in your lap, practically screaming at the sensation. You haven’t even touched him yet and he’s already so spent.

“get up, baby. gonna take care of you now.” You whisper to him. He gets off of you and sits on the edge of your shared bed as you get down on your knees in front of him. You take off his shirt and undo the drawstring to his sweats, taking them off along with his boxers. You stare at his body in awe. He was so beautiful, so ethereal. All his scars and bruises were so perfect in your eyes. Even that metal arm of his, the one that he would be insecure about from time to time. Your eyes trail down to his aching cock, loads of precum having spilled out from before.

You get up to kiss him on his adorably pink lips before coming back down to leave a trail of kisses down both his trembling thighs.

“y/n, please! Please touch my cock, I need you there!” Bucky yelps at the feeling of your soft, plush lips kissing his legs. He’s so sensitive and whiny, just needing you to touch him where he needs it most. You hum in response and move up to his twitching cock. You plant a kiss on his tip, causing him to let out a gasp and buck his hips up towards you. You notice how stimulated and sensitive his cock is, which wasn’t very surprising. His cock must be aching from being hard and not releasing for so long.

“you’re so hard, sweet boy...let me know if it’s too much, okay?” You say before taking his red tip into your mouth, sucking on it softly. You make sure to make your movements slow at first, not wanting to overwhelm him. The moment your soft, moist lips wrap around him, you hear him stifle a pathetic whimper. When you’re halfway down his shaft, you begin play with his balls with one of your hands.

“keep goin… please don’t stop!” Bucky cries, both his hands gripping the sheets. You finally take his whole cock in your wet mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you go. Bucky had no idea such ecstasy existed; the feeling of your wet tounge on his sensitive cock was almost driving him mad. You could feel his poor cock pulsating in your mouth, which motivated you to continue your movements. You reach down into your shorts and rub yourself through your soaked panties. You didn’t even notice how wet Bucky’s pathetic sobs and whimpers made you.

“f-fuck, y/n that's so good! feels so, so good! gonna make me c-cum!” Bucky continues to babble and cry, the poor little baby couldn’t even manage to speak one complete sentence. He was literally finding it hard to breathe because of the way you were making him feel. This would be the first time in over 70 years since he’s last had an orgasm, so he could feel every little thing. Every flick of your tounge, the vibrations of your moans, the way your fingers fondled with his balls. 

Bucky’s chest rises and falls as he pants heavily, shaking and trembling as he cums in your mouth, his cum painting the back of your throat. He didn’t even notice how much he was cumming until he felt the cold air hit his sensitive cock after you let it out of your mouth. Replacing your mouth with your hand, you start to pump him. Loads of cum continue to spurt out of his cock in long white strings, coating your hand and his spasming thighs. 

“y/n...can’t stop..” Bucky whimpers wearily as he thrusts his hips rapidly into your fist.  

“awh, can’t stop cumming, sweet boy?” you coo at him, continuing to pump his spasming cock, milking him for all he’s got. His cock and your hand were now painted white with his cum. Once you’ve pumped out the last of his creamy warm liquid, you sit next to him on the bed so you could check on him. He immediately falls into your arms, whimpering and babbling like a little baby. 

“need more..wan-wanna be inside you...please? please let me be inside you, i need it!” Bucky cried. Your sweet baby boy was sobbing, visibly frustrated because he still wasn’t satisfied, and you didn’t expect him to be after only one orgasm.

“shh, of course you can, baby. you can have anything you want.” you assure him, understanding how overwhelming this all must be for him. You take his hands in yours and kiss them, and an adorably pathetic whine escapes from him.

His precious eyes glistened, tears falling from them. He was so desperate for you; he’d probably take anything you gave him at this point.  You take off your clothes before scooting back on the bed, laying down and spreading your legs for him. You smile at how Bucky just stares at you, eyes wide at the sight of your wet, glistening pussy.  

“you can touch me, y’know” Bucky's precious turquoise eyes narrow at your words, as if he wasn't certain this was real, as if none of this was, and he was merely dreaming of this euphoria he was experiencing right now. Before you knew it, he’s scrambling to get above you as he thanks you over and over again.

 His flesh fingers glide over your silky skin, traveling from your cheek, down to your neck, before hesitating over your boobs. His cheeks have become flushed, and you giggle softly at how adorable he is. You take his hand in yours and place them on your tender breast, and you watch at how his once flustered and shy expression became a hungry and erotic one.  You give him a soft kiss on his plush lips before gently grabbing his aching cock and aligning it with your entrance.

“m’ ready whenever you are, baby” you coo. Bucky nods his head in response, and slowly enters you. He gasps at the sensation and remains motionless inside of you for some time as he tries to get used to the intense and overwhelming sensation of your warmth.

 “too much f’you?”  You ask him, more than willing to call it quits if he wanted to. Your main focus was to keep him comfortable. You only receive a breathy “nuh uh” in response, and before you knew it, Bucky was pounding into you relentlessly. “Bucky!” You moan blissfully, throwing your head back against your pillow, and wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer.

“f-fuck y/n, s-so warm! feels so good!” Bucky slurs as he continues to jackhammer into you, the feeling of your wet pussy tightening around his cock sending him into overdrive. He buries his head into your neck, whimpering and whining for you. 

You bring your hands to his hair, tangling your fingers in his soft brown locks, which is something that Bucky couldn’t get enough of. You were practically screaming at the way he thrusted in and out of you rapidly. Each time he’d thrust back into you, he’d hit that spot inside you that sends you right over the edge.

“Bucky, you’re doing so well, making me feel so good!” you praise him. He rutted into you even harder at your praise. The sounds you were both making were those of a pornographic film, one you would definitely watch.

 Bucky was a pathetic, babbling mess for you, tears streaming down his face from how good you feel.

“m-my cock... s-so deep inside you...!” Your sweet boy was so pussy drunk; he couldn’t form a complete sentence. His thrusts only got harder and deeper as he loses himself in your feeling. He sobbed, the thought of filling you with every last drop of his cum making his balls tighten. 

“fuckfuckfuck, so close! can I please cum in you? can i? want to cum in you, y/n! I need it!” Bucky pleaded as he continued railing into you balls deep like a savage animal. 

“Go on, sweet baby. cum in me, fill me up.” You say between heavy pants. Your back arches, your hips meeting his as you chase your own orgasm. Bucky’s mind went blank as he released his load into you, his cock pulsating extremely fast in your pussy, which in turn makes you cum right after him. He never stopped his thrusts into your now sensitive and fucked out pussy.

“James, too much okay? m’ sensitive..’’ you mumble shakily, trying to recover from that intense orgasm you just had. 

 “please, y/n.. one more, just feels so good..”

 You nod your head, giving him permission to cum a second time. You tried to pay no mind to how overstimulated you are as Bucky begins to fuck you into the bed, chasing his orgasm for the third time today. He gripped your hips and angled you so he could get deeper inside you. 

You scrunch your face in discomfort at the almost unbearable sensations you were feeling, but the pain quickly subsided into an undeniable pleasure. Your legs begin to tremble around Bucky’s waist, and you bite your lip to stifle a whimper.

Bucky leaned down to bury his face in your neck again, and you felt hot tears fall onto your skin. He wanted to scream out-- his third orgasm was only seconds away, but he couldn’t manage any words. Only broken and pathetic whimpers came from him, as he railed in and out of you, over and over again, neither of you caring how overstimulated you were. An intense shiver runs down your spine and through your body. You almost couldn’t take it anymore, the feeling of his swollen cock hitting your g-spot making you lose all control,

“fuck Bucky, gonna make me cum again!” You wail. You can feel that he’s close too, his cock twitching madly inside your velvety walls. Bucky lets out the most broken and pathetic cry as he bites your shoulder, making you wince slightly.

“y/n..feels so good, feels so fucking good..” Bucky cries softly in between thrusts. “f-fuck! m’ gonna cum inside you again!”

“go ahead, baby. m’ right behind you..” You whisper as you stare at his beautifully fucked out face, nearing your orgasm as well. His thrusts become sloppier and more desperate as he cries out for you.

 You watch Bucky’s eyes roll back as his warm cum fills you up. You follow after him, pussy fluttering around his pulsating shaft. Your liquid drips out your pussy and onto the bed. He thrusts in you balls deep a few more times before falling limp on top of you, cock still buried inside you. 

You and Bucky were both too exhausted to move as you lay there panting heavily. Your fingers massage his sweaty scalp, and his breathing evens out slowly. Both you and Bucky lay there panting heavily panting heavily, too tired to move. Your fingers massage his sweaty scalp, and his breathing begins to even out. 

“that was so.. you made me feel so-” Bucky tries to speak, but only manages to make a few words come out. You kiss his head softly, and he sighs contently as you continue to play with his hair. 

“you did so well, Jamie...” You praise him before looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside you.

“come on, Buck. It’s getting late. let’s clean up, okay?” 

Bucky shakes his head no at your words as he buries his face deeper into your neck. 

“don’t wanna pull out just yet. you feel so warm..” Bucky mumbles, pulling the covers over the both of you. He was already exhausted from cumming all those times today, and the feeling of your fingers playing with his hair every so softly made him even more sleepy. Just this once you would make the exception of sleeping on sheets this dirty. If it were anyone else you would have refused immediately. 

“okay love, we’ll stay here for a while then.” you coo at him, shifting slightly and relaxing in the position you were in. Bucky lets out the cutest little yawn, and a few moments after, begins to softly snore. You stay there, watching your little baby looking the most peaceful you’ve ever seen him.

[harryrunmeoverpls]

i love thisss

Needy Little Puppy🤍.

⚠️TW: NSFW, sub!puppy!bucky, dom!fem!reader, handjob, loads of orgasm denial, edging, cock-slapping, slight overstimulation, mommy/mama kink, use of the name “puppy”, subspace and aftercare of course.

☁️Summary: Bucky breaks one of your most important rules, don’t cum without Mommy’s permission, so you edge him until he’s trembling and sobbing for you to let him cum.

📝A/N: Hope you enjoy this quick lil blurb. Thought I might write some more puppy!bucky because it was highly requested. <3 LMAO THERE ARE SO MANY WARNING BAHAHA.

Bucky always got needy and whiny for you when you left him for a while, not knowing what to do with himself when you weren’t there taking care of him. He couldn’t stand being away from you for more than five minutes before cowering away in the corner of your shared bedroom and bawling his eyes out.

When you left him this morning he watched you from the window, yelping and whimpering for his mommy to come back. Today was especially hard for him, because you had a very long day filled with running errands, and your busy schedule only allowed one phone call with him.

During that phone call, you promised you’d give him a special treat if he waited for you like a good boy. But when you got home, you found a very pathetic Bucky desperately rutting his hips into your pillow and screaming your name.

So now here you are, hand gripped around his cock like a vice, edging him for the 3rd time tonight, all because he couldn’t follow the rules.

“Please Mama, please!” Bucky’s whines become more high pitch as he cries out for you. You’re right hand is pumping his cock vigorously, and the corner of your lips curl into a smirk at the way his thighs are shaking.

You’re laying against the headboard of your bed, admiring how pretty Bucky looks as his cock tremble in your hand through the mirror across from you. Both his flesh and and vibranium hand are gripping on to each of your thighs as he lays in between your legs and against your chest. 

“Hold it, Bucky.” You whisper in his ear in a soft and smooth tone, and he shudders at the sound of your demanding voice. You can feel him shake his head no at your command, but the way his cock is twitching in your grip says otherwise.

“M-Mama, please… N-need to-” your needy little boy begs in a pitiful tone, but you cut him off with a hushed “Shh”, speeding your movements on his pulsating cock.

“Awh, I know, sweet boy. You wanna cum so bad, don’t you?” You coo at him, watching in amusement as his eyes roll back to the back of head, no pupils in sight, at the sound of your voice. Loads of pre-cum has spilled out of his swollen cock from being edged so much, and you use that to pump him at a faster and harsher pace.

Bucky is hyperventilating at your movements, poor baby sounded like he was having an asthma attack. A pathetic, loud cry escapes from his throat, as your hand twists around his swollen, pulsating shaft.

“Mommy! Wanna be a good boy f’you but you’re makin it so hard!”

Bucky’s cock is pulsating even more now and you can tell that he’s close.

“I said hold it, Bucky.” You remind him. He knows what will happen if he breaks the rules.

“C-can’t.. so, so, close! M cumming, mama!” Bucky whimpers, his voice shaky from all that stimulation.

Suddenly, you yank your hand off of him, causing him to thrash his legs around in a fit.

“Bad Bucky! What did I tell you?” You scold him. You slap his now purple cock, and he hips jolt forwards in response.

“Ah! Mama!” Bucky yelps pathetically, his cock twitching rapidly and visibly aggravated at not releasing for the 4th time today.

“You’ve broken the rules twice today. Such a naughty boy..” you tsk in disappointment.

“Stay still, puppy.” You slap his cock again, way harder this time, and Bucky sobs loudly.

“MAMA!!” Bucky screams for you, and you slap his cock again and again. He’s writhing and squirming in between your legs, so you wrap yours around his to stop him from trying to get away from you.

“STAY. STILL. I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING MOVE.” You shout in response, giving his abused cock another hard slap.

“Mommy, I’ll be good, promise!! Please mommy, hurts so bad..”

You notice the way Bucky’s eyes are still rolled to the back of his head, and how his tounge was lolling out of his mouth as he pants heavily, just like your little puppy. Finally, you decide to have some mercy on him.

“All right, baby. You took your punishment so well, you can cum now.” You coo as you let Bucky’s legs free from yours. You grip his cock and begin to pump him again, speeding up the pace as you go.

Bucky’s fingers twitch involuntarily, needing something to grab onto. You notice this, and grab his flesh hand with your left hand, hoping to ease him to his climax.

“Mommy..” Bucky calls out for you in barely a whisper. His face was red and puffy with his tears, which were streaming down his precious little face.

“Yes, pretty baby?”

“M so close…”

“I know baby, I know…let go for me. Cum for mommy.” You coo as you reassure him that it’s okay, and that he’s no longer being punished.

“Nngh! Fuck, m-mama! Feels so good! I- im gonna cum!” Bucky babbles as his hips desperately rutt into your fist.

His precious blue eyes go wide as he cries out, finally reaching his orgasm. His cock is spasming intensely and rapidly under your hand. You continue to stroke his cock, letting him ride out his orgasm. He lets out a couple more spurts of cum before falling limp in your arms.

You observe his face through the mirror, watching his face closely as he pants and furrows his brows. He looks so fucked out for you, he can’t even make a complete sentence, your poor little puppy has gone completely dumb from his intense orgasm.

“Good boy, Jamie… such a pretty baby when your all fucked out. Such a good puppy f’mommy.” You continue to praise him, which is very important to Bucky when he’s in subspace. Especially after he’s made such a mess for you.

With him still in between your legs, you grab some wipes from the nightstand next to your bed and begin to clean him up. He yelps at the sudden sensation on his sensitive cock.

“Awh, it’s okay sweetheart, just cleaning you up.” You kiss him on his neck and shush him, letting him know that you’re just cleaning him up for bed. You guys get situated on the bed, with you laying down and Bucky nuzzling into your chest, feeling comfort in your warmth. He’s panting heavily with his tounge still lolling out of his mouth, still finding it hard to catch his breath.

“Calm down, pup. S’okay now, I got you..” you stroke his scalp in soft motions, which always puts him to sleep when he was having trouble. When his breathing began to slow down to a nice and steady pace, you kiss his head before turning off the lights.

“Where are you, pretty boy?” You ask him, wondering how far deep in subspace he is. When his mind is feeling fuzzy like right now he is usually a babbling mess in your arms.

“Right here, mama. Jus’ too tired to talk..” Bucky responds in a soft whisper, and you can tell he’s ready for bed. You kiss his head once more before drifting off to sleep with your little puppy in your arms.

[harryrunmeoverpls]

this is so angsty :/ I LOVE ITTT

Hellooooo! I would love more of the sub!little!reader and harry. It was really cute! Maybe like harry yells at her for no reason and shes just really sad?

thank you sooo much honey! i hope you like this one too! <33

I’ll Always Take Care Of You🤍

TW: daddy!harry x little/sub!reader, harry being an insensitive piece of shit 😑, crying, harry being the most caring piece of shit <33 and comfort at the end :3

A/N: i loooved writing this🥹 also i’m getting a lot of requests which is so cool <33 i even got an American Horror story one too!! i’m gonna answer them one at a time, so don’t think i forgot abt it <33 (@nellylayhoohoo requested this too!)

It’s late in the evening. You’ve been in the bedroom watching cartoons as you wait for Harry, who’s been working all day. The dinner you prepared for him has long been cold. You contemplated on wether you should wait for Harry to return home, or just eat alone again. But as the hours went by, hunger got the best of you. So you ate by yourself, changed into your Little Twin Stars pajamas and went to the room, just wasting time until your Daddy came back. Suddenly, you hear keys jingle at the door. You hear the door open, followed by a long sigh from Harry. But you were too excited to notice that. All you knew was that your Daddy was back home.

You rush down the stairs to greet Harry, who’s taking off his long black coat with heavy lidded eyes. “Daddy! Daddy!” You practically jump into his arms, not even taking notice at how Harry doesn’t hug you back. “Come, Daddy!” You say ecstatically, grabbing his hand and leading him to the kitchen. He looks down at the dinner you made; alfredo pasta with some chicken. He has no expression on his face as he forces out a simple “Good job.” He’s about to walk away, but you lightly tug on his shirt to get him to stay.

“Look, Daddy! I made dinner like a big girl!” You bounce on your tippy toes a little in anticipation, waiting for Harry to praise you like he always does when you do big girl things on your own. But still-

“That’s great, Y/n.” Harry takes your hand off his shirt, and plops down on the couch. “Look, I had a really fucked up day. I’m not that hungry. I’m gonna watch television down here so you can have the room.” He states plainly, grabbing the remote next to him and switching on the TV. You’re left there in the kitchen, wondering what ever happened that could make your Daddy so angry tonight.

About an hour and a half passes, and you return down the stairs to see Harry still in front of the TV. You’ve been watching My Melody, and as much as you love that cartoon, you were getting needy for Harry now. You wanted to make him feel better again, so you thought about what always cheers you up; Ice cream! You sprint down the stairs, rummage through the freezer, under Harry’s homemade bread, and find the hidden gem— birthday cake ice cream. You and Harry’s all time favorite. This was sure to do the trick! You take out a spoon and serve the two of you as cleanly as you can.

“Daddy, I got you some ice cream.” You say, coming up behind the couch where Harry’s sitting. He doesn’t seem to hear you, so you tap his shoulder lightly to get his attention. He turns around ever so slightly to fully look at you. “Y/n, what?” He responds. His voice is deeper than normal, and his hair was roughed up a bit from his hectic day. “Look, Daddy! I got you some ice cream! And not just any ice cream, birthday cake ice cream!” You exclaim, extending your arm out so he can see inside the bowl. “Ice cream always helps me when I’m sad so I thought-”

“No thanks.” Harry cuts you off, putting his boots on the coffee table in front of him. “I told you I’ve had a horrible fuckin day, do you think I want some of your ice cream right now?” He looked at you like he couldn’t wait to be alone, but you were too small to even notice that. You figured disobeying him right now wasn’t the best thing to do, so you throw the ice cream out, and decide to try again with him later.

It’s well into the night now, and you’re on your 15th episode of My Melody. It’s Friday, so your normal bedtime of 10 PM is extended until 12:30. Even if you wanted to stay up all night and watch cartoons, disobeying Harry right now would only make things worse. You check the time on the alarm clock next to you. It’s 12:15, just in time for your bedtime story! You can’t go to sleep without Harry reading you a story, so you head to the bookshelf. You close your eyes, and whatever your finger lands on, you pick it. You open your eyes and do a little dance, looking down at the book Harry gave you. Your favorite book ever; The Fairy and The Prince! You make your way down the steps, seeing Harry where he was the past few times you were down here.

He’s no longer watching TV, instead he’s scrolling through his messages on his phone. He’s interrupted by you lightly tapping his shoulder. He looks up to see you holding your book of choice, your stuffie, and his blanket. You already had warm milk prepared and set on the counter next to you. “Oh.” Harry begins, observing you as you settle in next to him. “Not tonight, Y/n.”

You look at him, almost dropping your bottle.“Wha..?” is the only thing you managed to babble out. Harry’s never missed out on the opportunity to put his little kitten to bed. If he’s not reading you a bedtime story, he’s singing your favorite lullabies until you drift into sleep. “Y/n, I’m not in the mood. You have to understand that I need my space.” Harry gets up from the couch after realizing that you wouldn't let him be alone if he didn’t. Your gaze follows him from the sofa to the kitchen, where he’s now standing with his hand running through his hair. “But Daddy, it’s my bedti-”

“STOP FUCKING CALLING ME THAT!” Harry’s jaw clenches as he yells.

You let out a squeal as you jump in your seat, having to hold on to the arm of the couch to stay steady. He knows you hate when he yells, especially when you’re in subspace, but at this point he feels it’s the only way to get his point across.

You shiver on the couch, doing your best to hold in the sobs you feel coming along. As much as you hated yelling, you hated seeing your Daddy upset even more. So, to fix it, you do what Harry always told you. A kiss, a kiss always makes it better. You get up from the couch, and approach Harry. Only then do you see how exhausted he looks. He looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks, and his green eyes were now accompanied by huge bags. This only makes you want to help your Daddy even more.

You slowly grab his shirt so you can steady yourself a bit. You step on your tippy toes and lean in, but Harry pushes you off. “What the fuck are you doin?” Your little brain couldn’t process any of this. Harry kisses you when you have an owie, and it always works. For whatever reason, it seemed to do the opposite for Harry.

There’s a short pause before Harry laughs a little bit, only out of anger and disbelief. He couldn't believe you wouldn't even accept the slightest hint. His focus alternates between you, your blanket, and your bottle that were still on the couch. “I’m not in the mood to care of a toddler right now, so get the fuck out!” There’s another one of those silences between the two of you. Harry’s jaw remains clenched. He angrily takes off his rings and throws them on the couch, but freezes as soon as he sees you. Regret washes over his face as he witnesses the heartbroken expression you give him.

“Daddy..?” you ask him slowly. You look at him with doe-eyes, big and wide as you stare at him with disbelief. You feel the tears well in your eyes and fall down your cheeks. He knows you’re a sensitive little thing, and you absolutely despise yelling, especially from your daddy. But as you let his words sink in, you can’t help but sob. Your daddy just told you he doesn’t want to take care of you anymore. He always promised to do so, no matter what happens. This isn’t your Daddy.

“Baby..” Harry starts, almost dashing towards you; his little crying kitten. He wraps an arm around you and sits you back down on the couch as you cry, petting you with his free hand. “Kitten, I’m so so sorry. Daddy’s been going through some stuff toda-”

“N-no!” You push his body off of you, and stand up so he’s forced to look up at you. You’ve been nice to him all day, and he never once stopped and considered how small you were. You did everything to make him feel better but he pushed you away, and told you he doesn’t want to take care of you. “No, Harry, you’ve been mean since you got here! And I made dinner for you like a big girl! I even gave you ice cream to make you happy! A kiss too!” You did your best to let out those words, choking on sobs as you do. Harry’s eyes soften when he sees you, his precious little kitten crying because of him. How could he hurt you like that?

Tears start to well in Harry’s eyes too. He wishes he can take back everything he said to you. “Kitten, please. Daddy didn’t mean any of it…” He speaks softly, to make sure you know he’s your Daddy again. The way you slowly back away from him literally shatters his heart. You shake your head with tears falling down your face, and run towards the stairs. Harry immediately runs after you, grabbing your hand slightly to stop you. “No!” You fuss at him. “Leave me alone! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!” You continue shouting and squirming, trying to get away from Harry. But all he does is hold you. He wants to make sure you know it’s okay.

“L- let go.. let me.. let me go..” You babble, your cries and shouts slowly dying down. Harry’s front side is to your back, and he holds your body with the most gentle touch. “Shh.. M’ so so sorry, Darlin. Daddy’s so sorry…” He whispers only those two things to you, and you let your body fall into his as he rocks both of you side to side in a rhythm. “C’mon, Princess. Let’s read your bedtime story, yeah?”

You and Harry both climb in bed. Harry gets settled in before you, spreading his legs and patting the space in between. You take that as your sign to sit, your back on his frontside. “Wanna read the title for me, kitten?” Harry asks, looking down to see you nod excitedly. “The Fairy and the Prince!”

“That’s right, baby!” Harry responds, one hand on stroking your hair and the other holding the book in front of you. “You’re my little fairy, huh? You’re Daddy’s little fairy?”

“Yeah!” you say, purring at Harry’s words. “That’s right, baby. You’re Daddy’s pretty little fairy.” Harry playfully pokes at your sides, and you let out a small giggle that made his heart smile. He opens up the book, but stops when he hears you sniffling again. “You still cryin, kitten? Huh?” He says, leaning towards the right to see the sides of your face. You whimper, nodding your head to answer Harry’s question. “M’ s-sorry, Daddy…shouldn’t have been so annoying..” You say lowly. Harry takes hold of your body and turns you to face him.

“Hey hey hey.. you’re never annoying, Kitten. Daddy had a rough day with his co-workers at the studio and took it out on you which was wrong. I didn’t mean anything I said today, okay?” Harry says, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears as they fall down. He sits at the edge of the bed before picking you up, and sitting you on his lap facing him. “Okay?” He says again, making sure you answer his question so he knows you understand. “Don’t be afraid to tell Daddy when he’s being mean, okay, Princess? Don’t be afraid to tell me when I’m making you feel bad.” You see Harry’s green eyes dilate as you looks at you with the most intensity.

“I’ll always take care of you..” Harry caresses your hair while whispering softly. You nod your head again in response, and move the book in Harry’s hand so you can sit in his lap. “I love you, Daddy.” You say, wrapping your arms around Harry’s neck. He leans his head against yours, nuzzling your noses together. “I love you too, Kitten.” You two stay like that for a few moments, sharing a few kisses in between. “ Daddy, can you read again please?” You ask, tapping the book lightly. Harry immediately grabs the book again, bouncing his leg for you as he finds the first page. “Of course I can, Baby.”

“Once upon a time, there once was a beautiful fairy…” Harry begins, his voice soft and gentle. “And a prince, who lived in a kingdom not to far from her town. The prince thought he was complete, with gold to last for generations. But then, a little fairy changed his plans.”

Harry reads until you’ve fallen asleep in his lap, little snores coming from your nose. You let out involuntary whimpers. Harry remains in that position the entire night, watching his little fairy peaceful in his lap.

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so cuteeee <33

Hello author! Hope you are doing good. Can I request something kinda hurt/comfort?

Like Bucky accidentally (not the bratty kind. actually accident) breaks one of your rules and expects the worse. But you see that it wasn't intentional and encourage him to use his safe word so that he knows that he can pull his consent anytime. Just comforting him after this.

Still My Good Boy<3

⚠️TW: little!bucky, dom!fem!reader, mommy/mama kink, crying.

☁️Summary: Bucky sneaks out the room past bedtime because he left his fav stuffie in the living room. He breaks a vase while doing so, and he expects the worst punishment from you. You remind him that accidents happen and that he’s still your good boy. <3

📝A/N: Thanks for the request babie! I’ve actually read some of your fics before and I absolutely adore them. I hope you like this one :)

Link to the mentioned stuffie: https://www.walmart.com/ip/Looney-Tunes-Animal-Adventure-19-Bugs-Bunny-Plush-Toy/121652361

“Oh, it’s 10 o’clock already! Time for bed, bubba.” You say, and Bucky runs to the bedroom and into bed.

“Good night, mama.” Bucky whispers with a soft smile as you tuck him into bed.

“Good night, baby.”

You kiss him on the head before turning off the light and heading back to the living room to do some important computer work. You turn on a show on Netflix as you work.

For some reason, Bucky just can’t seem to get comfortable. He’s gotten used to sleeping without you some nights, so that couldn’t be the problem. What could it be? Oh, his stuffie is missing!

Bucky sits up and feels around the bed with his hands, trying to find his Bugs Bunny stuffie.

“Can’t sleep without my stuffie…” he mumbled to himself, turning on his night light. He searched under his blankets, his drawer, and even under the bed! But Bugs was nowhere to be found, and that made Bucky very scared. That means that he left it in the living room, and he wasn’t supposed to get up after bedtime unless he had to use the bathroom or there was an emergency and needed mommy’s help.

Bucky really didn’t want to make you angry. You were his mommy, and he never wants to disappoint his mommy. He gets back under the covers with a sigh, trying to fall back asleep. When that doesn’t work, he tiptoes towards the door to hear what you were doing. When he heard the theme song to ‘Friends’, he opens the door quietly and crawls out of the room and into the living room.

The kitchen and living room lights were off, your laptop and the TV were the only light illuminating the area. Bucky crawled slowly, trying to find his Bugs Bunny. He peered from behind the side table, hoping that you wouldn’t see him.

Your eyes stayed concentrated on your laptop screen, only looking up when something humorous happened in your show. Bucky took advantage of this, and began to crawl behind the arm of the couch.

There it was! His Bugs Bunny stuffie was propped up on the other side of the couch, on the opposite side of you. He could grab him and go back to bed like nothing happened!

Bucky scooted closer and reached to grab his stuffie. When he finally got it, his vibranium arm bumped into the vase on top of the side table, making a loud crashing sound.

You immediately jolted out of your seat and ran to turn on some lights. You were surprised to see Bucky cowering in the corner of the living room, hiding his face as he sobs. There are ceramic shards across from him on the floor, which explains the loud noise.

“James… what did you do? Why are you up at this time of night?” You called him by his first name, so he knew you very disappointed in him. He just wanted his stuffie!

“M s-sorry mama! Left my Bugs Bunny out here like a dummy and you’re not sleeping with me so I need him!” Bucky cried.

“Please don’t punish me mommy, just wanted my stuffie!”

You crawl on the floor next to him, making sure not to step on the ceramic pieces on the floor, and put your hand on his shoulder.

“Look at me, bubba.” You whisper softly, knowing that loud noises terrify him when he’s in subspace. He looks up at you slowly, his puppy dog eyes meeting yours.

“I’m not gonna punish you, baby. I know it was just an accident.”

Bucky continues to sob into your chest.

“You can use your safeword anytime you want. If you’re scared I’m gonna punish you too hard, if you’re uncomfortable… anytime you need, baby.”

You feel him nod his head in response. Your soft coos soothe him, and he nuzzles closer into your chest.

“Sorry about your vase, mama. Sorry I’m not your good boy anymore…” Bucky whimpers.

“It’s okay baby, accidents happen. Still my good boy…” You coo as you stroke his hair.

His soft whimpers continue as he hides in your chest. It’s around 11:00 pm now, way past bedtime. You nudge him off you softly and get up, and Bucky whines from not feeling your warmth.

“Up up, baby. Let’s go night-night.” You say and make grabby hands down at him. He takes them and follows you into the bedroom. You both get in the bed, and he nuzzled into your chest again, sighing in content at the feeling of your warmth. He finally has his stuffie, so it shouldn’t be hard for him to sleep now.

“Love you, mama..” you hear Bucky say in barely a whisper.

“Love you more, baby boy.” You kiss him on the cheek, and you drift away to sleep with your baby in your arms.

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this was so good i love lol i love daddy!harry 🥹

Can you do daddy!harry x sub!little!reader headcannons🥹. cuz I could just picture daddy hardy shushing me while I’m being bratty lol

*harry* and honestly same so let’s GOOO🤭

DADDY!HARRY STYLES HEADCANNONS 🤍

TW: daddy!harry x little/sub!reader, a lil nsfw later ;)

Harry always knew you were different. even when you tired to hide when you would fall into subspace. he coaxed you out of that habit though, and now you’re his precious lil kitten🥹

Harry’s completely in love with how needy you are, even if he wouldn’t admit that at first. You would literally stay attached to his hip 24/7 if you had the chances 😭

he'll make sure your play area is set up in the room and that you know how to access your favorite shows on the TV before he starts his workday. he’ll warm you up some milk and feed it to you in your bottle before heading to his office area.

when he’s working, sometimes you’ll get fussy and needy. so whenever he has the chance he’ll sit you on his lap facing him. he’ll shake his leg for you and shush you till you calm down :3

“shh, why’re you cryin little one?” harry whispers as you cry softly in his chest. you’re on his lap facing him, playing with his collar as you sniffle. “i wan- i want daddy..” as soon as you say that you start crying harder. Harry drops his pen that he was writing with to pet your head. he shakes his leg for you and whispers in your ear.

“i know, kitten. Daddy will be out soon, alright?” he continues shaking his leg for you, and you move back so that you’re facing him. Not to his suprise, you have a very upset look on your face. “No! I want you now, Daddy!” you kick and scream in his lap. at first he lets it slide because he knows you’re in subspace, and he knows you’re needy for him right now. but as you continue to move and push his comforting arm away, he gets even more upset.

“Y/N! STOP IT!” he hates to yell at you because he knows you hate it when he does. “Who the fuck are you talking to? Y’know i hate to yell at you but if you keep disobeying me, i’m gonna bend you over my knee and spank you till my handprint’s on your ass. Stay fuckin still.”

tears well in your eyes. not just because he yelled at you, but because…

NSFW!

when you’re being bad, harry uses a variety of different ways to punish you. but the most effective one seems to be spanking. sometimes you’ll fight it and squirm around in his lap to try and escape. but other times you’ll just take your punishment.

“where’s my good little girl.. huh? where’s she gone to?” harry remarks, lightly stroking your ass with his thumb. you’re laying on his lap, face down as he slowly lifts up your skirt. “you were so good f’me at dinner time.. didn’t even fuss when i fed you your vegetables.”

“wait d-daddy.. i’m sorry! i won’t eat ice cream on the bed no more..” you babble, trying to convince him you’ll be his good little kitten again. “you said that last time, darlin…” It wasn’t just because you were eating on the bed. you had been a brat all day. distracting Harry while working, whining while he’s on the phone.. it was time Harry put you in your place. Harry says, now taking off your skirt. “fifteen spanks.”

“n-no! daddy, wait! i’ll be good i prom- nngh!” you jerk in his lap, letting out a long needy whimper. this spank wasn’t too hard, but you know the punishment is far from over. before you can even process, harry’s getting out front under you. your eyes go wide at the sight of harry unbuckling his belt. his eyes now a darker green. “daddy.. you start.

“p-please..” you beg and babble, hoping he’ll show some mercy. you really didn’t mean to eat in the bed! you quickly turn on your backside and scoot far away on the bed as possible. “dad- ah!” you’re cut off by harry flipping you back around on your stomach. “gonna spank you till you’re my good little girl again..” Harry takes your arms and pins them behind your back to make it more difficult for you to run.

and suddenly, right next to your ear, you feel a breath followed by a husky voice. “Count.”

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@baaby-honeyy is writing harry fics!!! go follow for sum cute fics !! <33

i write fics 4 harry!!🤭

this is a new acc so send in requests :3 i’m open to anything! but know that a lot of what i’ll write is little!y/n (unless someone requests something, obvi)

(IMPORTANT)i will also write for other celeb/characters!! anyone from Stranger Things, The Vampire Diaries, Joseph Quinn, Timothée Chalamet… just name it <3

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i just wanna hold him like 🫂

The Fear.

⚠️TW: sub!bucky, dom!fem!reader, PTSD flashback, nightmare, mentions of abuse, mentions of HYDRA brainwashing bucky, crying, angst.

☁️Summary: You witness Bucky having a heartbreaking nightmare, and you make sure your baby is okay.

📝A/N: Feel free reblog or comment if you’d like! Pls remember that in order to interact with you guys I have to be on my primary account, @thuggpassionn, so that’s who you’ll get a response from. Happy reading! :) I have no idea why it takes me 5 hours to make something short like this.

You immediately jolt awake when you hear a broken whimper from behind you. You listened for more sounds, trying to make sure nothing was happening to your Bucky. There was nothing for a while, until you heard the most devastating and aching cry come from him.

You immediately turn around to face him.

His face is scrunched in discomfort, and he has tear stains on his cheeks. Poor baby has probably been going through this all night.

Bucky’s nightmares haven’t been this bad in a long while. The therapist said that his age regressing helped with the bad dreams, and that keeping him on his medication would help as well, but there was no guarantee that they would fully go away.

The mild nightmares consisted of some slight whimpers and an occasional twitch of his fingers here and there. To help him all you had to do was hold him in your arms, let him know you’re there. But now, Bucky was experiencing an extreme night terror. His whole body was having tremors, and you watched in horror as he covered his face with his arms, trying to protect himself from something. You could tell it was another nightmare about his time at HYDRA.

“Shh…it’s okay, James..” you coo at him, hoping the usage of his real name would coax him awake. You move closer to his side and stroke his beautiful brown locks. His hair clung to his sweaty forehead as he writhed under your touch.

“NO!” Bucky cried out as he thrashed himself violently, and you immediately straddled him to make sure he doesn’t fall off the bed. Bucky injuring himself during a nightmare wasn’t uncommon. There were some mornings when you would wake up and find multiple severe cuts and bruises all over his body from the night before. He would be so shaken up from his nightmares the next day that when you’d touch him he’d automatically flinch.

“No!! Not again, please!!” Bucky screamed in complete and utter panic. His hands begin claw at his face, and you take them and hold them both at his sides to keep him from scratching himself even more, especially with his vibranium hand. The most petrified and devastated cries escape his throat as he thrashes and writhes under you.

“Jamie! Listen to me baby, you’re okay. I’m right here. Just need you to open your eyes for me okay?” You can tell that Bucky’s aware of your presence now. However, he continued to sob and whimper under you. He just needed a little more coaxing to help him out of this horrible state he’s in. It’s in moments like these where you feel especially helpless. You wish there was something you could do to help your sweet baby boy. You continue whispering sweet nothings to him until his thrashing and twitching simmers down.

His hands have stopped twitching under yours so you let them go and cupped his face gently. “There you go, darling.. that’s it..” you coo at him. He’s awake now, and his eyes are filled with a sadness you have never seen before. They darted around the room rapidly, trying to correctly identify his surroundings. He began to cry under you, and his voice is hoarse and broken due to all his screaming.

“I felt it… everywhere.” Bucky sobbed.

“Felt what baby?” You made sure to keep your voice loud enough to where he could identify that it’s yours, but low enough to where you wouldn’t startle him even further.

“The fear. It never goes away…”

His words shattered your heart. You wished you could take his fear away, you wished you could make him okay again. Making sure your movements where slow and quiet, you got off of him and adjusted yourself on the bed so you could hold him in your arms the way he likes.

“M so tired… so, so, tired, Mama” He whimpered into your chest.

“So tired of all of it. Make it stop please, jus wan it all to go away!”

You could hear it in his voice. The pain and suffering that he’s going through, even though his days at HYDRA have ended many years ago.

“I know baby, I know. Shh.. you don’t have to cry, mommy’s here now. It’s okay baby.” You coo as you stroke his scalp softly, hoping to help him fall asleep again. This only helped a little bit though, because he was still sobbing and shaking slightly in your arms.

You began to sing ‘Dream A Little Dream Of Me’, and old lullaby that always put Bucky to sleep whenever he was having a sleepless night. He loves this lullaby in particular because he remembers it from when he was a kid. It always makes him feel safe.

“Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me

Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me

While I'm alone and blue as can be

Dream a little dream of me”

Your voice was soft and soothing, and Bucky leaned in closer to your chest. The vibrations of your voice seemed to calm him down even more as he nuzzled into you, his sobs turning into tiny hiccups.

“You’re always safe with me, and I’m never gonna let anyone or anything hurt you again.” You whisper softly as you kiss his head. You hear Bucky’s breathing slow down and turn into soft little snores so you allow yourself to fall asleep with him in your arms, protecting him from whatever may come in the night.

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bucky is so cute :(

Always A Good Boy☁️

⚠️TW: NSFW, sub!bucky, dom!fem!reader, mommy/mama kink, Bucky eats you out, subspace, bucky being an adorable needy little thing🥺.

☁️Summary: Bucky is having one of those days where all he wants to do is please you, and who are you to deny him?

📝A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this lil blurb! please don’t take my work! also, feel free to send requests I will literally take anything within reason<3

*I chose this gif because he’s just so pretty*

Bucky looks adorably pathetic on his knees for you. Willing to do anything you tell him, you’re good little boy. He looks up at you, as if he’s itching to touch you. As if he’d die if you didn’t let him please you.

“Mama… wanna be a good boy f’you. Please let me..” Bucky whimpers, kissing your legs. You almost want to stay like this, just watching him beg to pleasure you.

“Such a needy boy…” you coo as you stroke his luscious hair. He immediately leans into your touch, looking up at you with those precious blue eyes of his.

“Just wanna make you feel good, mommy.”

You can tell that Bucky’s getting impatient by the way his lips tremble and his eyes gloss. You decide it’s finally time to stop teasing him and let him have you, and you move up on the bed and lean against the headboard. He whimpers in response, but calms down when he sees you take of your leather skirt and spread your legs.

“Come here, baby. It’s all yours”

Bucky lights up at your words and climbs in between your legs. You involuntarily gasp as soon as Bucky’s lips surround your clit, which makes Bucky moan into you.

“You’re so wet, mommy,” Bucky whimpers, lapping his tounge at your clit. He slides his index finger from his metal hand into your pussy, and you jolt up in response.

“That’s what you do to me, baby. You make me so, so wet,”

Bucky marvels in your praises and adds his middle finger, curling them inside you. The feeling of his fingers become more intense with every thrust.

You practically scream at his movements. The wetness of his tounge and the way his fingers hit that spot in you everytime is enough to drive you wild. When Bucky’s lost in your soaking pussy, there’s no stopping him. The sight of your juices leaking from your pussy down your thighs makes him stiff in his pants.

“Fuck! You’re gonna make mommy cum, baby. Is that what you want? To make me cum?”

“Yes, mama. Please cum, I want it so bad!” Bucky whimpers against your clit, the vibrations making you shudder. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you grind against his face. Bucky’s movements only get more intense and your legs start to spasm around him. The feeling of his vibranium fingers make you roll your eyes back as you cum all over his face. Bucky, being the good little puppy that he is, licks you all up until your clean. 

“You’re such a good boy aren’t you?” You coo at your puppy as he nods and cuddles next to you.

“Always a good boy f’you, mama.”

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this is so cute <33

can u do some sub+little!bucky barnes headcannons? maybe some when he’s little and he wants cuddles, or some nsfw :)

Ofc babie🥹.

SUBBY+LITTLE! BUCKY BARNES HEADCANNONS ☁️

📝A/N: No hate towards littles will be tolerated. Pls let me know if you want a full fic/blurb about any of these! :)

⚠️Warnings: sub!bucky, little!bucky, little space, sub space, lactation kink, SFW first, NSFW later on, overstimulation, mommy/mama kink.

SFW☁️(just Bucky being adorable for you)

• You always knew that Bucky was a very shy little thing, and you never minded the way he was so clingy around you. other people might have found it weird but you didn’t care.💖

• Bucky’s therapist also noticed how vulnerable and small he got around you, and said that his age regression was the reason he was making such great progress.

• Loves it when you call him pretty. Or when you tell him he’s a good boy. He’s gone through so much and just needs you to take care of him.

• He may be 6ft tall but loves to sit on your lap, especially when your watching tv at the apartment. he loves when you’re the big spoon, it makes him feel safe and secure. like nothing could hurt him if he’s in his mommy’s arms.

• After he has a nightmare, the only thing he wants is for you to hold him and tell him it’s okay. He absolutely hates those nightmares and so do you, but when you hold him and sing him to sleep he begins to feel okay again.

• Bucky definitely has puppy tendencies. He will wait by the door for you when you’re out doing something, or will try to busy himself doing something else.

• He’ll literally whimper and yelp as he watches you get in the car from the window. like a cute little puppy😭.

• Absolutely CANNOT be away from you for too long. He loves it when all of your attention is on him. Such a needy boy🥺.

• If you’re doing any computer work or anything that might seem important he’ll leave you alone for a little while. He’ll busy himself watching cartoons, but anything over an hour he starts getting all whiny and needy for his mommy. Just wants to suck on her and cuddle.

^^“mama!” Bucky whines, tugging on your shirt sleeve with his flesh hand. You ignored him, but not on purpose. You were still caught up with your work on the computer.

“mommy!” He repeats, as if changing the name would make you pay attention. When you don’t look up, he scrambles on the bed and into your lap, trying to shove the computer off your lap and replace it with himself.

“Bucky, I’m doing important stuff here. can you wait a little while for mommy?” You say as you push him slightly which signals him to get off you.

Bucky pouts and nods, turning his head back to the TV. When your finally shut your computer off, Bucky falls into you, snuggling you tightly. You hear him sniffling as his balled fists wipe his tears away.

“awh, you okay baby? you feelin subby?” You coo at him. He nods and tugs on your shirt, lifting it up so he can latch on to you. You nudge him off a little bit so you can take off your shirt, and Bucky sobs at the loss of contact.

“shh, it’s okay baby. just getting you more comfortable.” You reassure him. He immediately latches into your left boob and begins to suck. His tounge lolls out slightly, and you kiss him on the forehead softly as he drifts away to sleep.

NSFW⚠️

• Bucky is VOCAL!! He is such a whiny baby for you and he’s 100% sure no one else could make him feel that way.

• Since he hasn’t had a girlfriend in over 70 yrs (correct me if I’m wrong), he was very insecure about his first time with you.

• Loves blowjobs from you. the sight of your lips wrapped around his cock is enough to make him cum alone, no movement needed.

• And if you offer to tittyfuck him? omfg he’s dying. he lovesssss your boobies.

• He loves when you let him feed on them while you stroke his cock. this makes him feel very safe while you touch him in a place that’s so sacred🥺.

• Loves to eat you out!! he literally looses himself in you, and loves to see the reaction you give him when he makes you cum. he could devour you for hours.

• overstimulation was way too overwhelming for him at first, couldn’t stop crying the first time and needed to use his safe word🥺. *lots of aftercare took place ofc!!*

• but now, it drives him wild and he LOVES it. Especially when you ride him and overstimulate him, it gives him nowhere to go or run. He’s stuck under you until you say otherwise.

^^ “nngh! c-can’t,mama its so much!” bucky cries, his metal hand gripping the sheets while the flesh one stays gripping your hip. You flash a wide grin as you watch the tears fall from those adorable blue eyes of his.

“awh, it’s too much f’you?” You fake pout as you slowly start to bounce on his cock again. He nods his head as a broken sob leaves his plush lips.

“one more, baby. I know you can do it. can you be a good boy and give mommy one more?”

Bucky looks up at you, down, and up at you again before slightly nodding his head yes. His tears fall rapidly as you pick up the pace.

“good boy, Bucky.” You praise, and he only gets louder and whiner as you continue to bounce on his twitching cock.

“hurts, mama..” Bucky sobs, his legs spasm under you and his back arches. You coo at him as you keep going, knowing that if he really wanted you to stop he’d use his safe word.

“fuck, cum-cumming! I’m cumming, mommy!”

Bucky literally shakes under you, gasping for air as he cums for the 4th time tonight.

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Omg but imagine after love bites she's cheering at a game and there's a new kid who doesn't know who she's with and he won't shut UP about how hot she is and how he's gonna ask her out after the game and eddie is 2 seats above him just SEETHING and has to be held back from just leaping down and strangling this dude lmaoo I love these characters, he would be so jealous

He could hear Jeff telling him to ignore it, that it wasn't worth it-- that a transfer student who didn't know any better wasn't worth it.

And he was right, but Eddie could barely listen to the calming voice of his friend as he glared forward at that kid who had no idea what he'd just gotten himself into.

Eddie was used to all eyes on his girl; and he knew that not all those eyes had chaste intentions. But looking is free, and he didn't feel threatened by anyone else's interest at you-- in fact, when possible, he tried to take it as a compliment. It feels good to have something everyone wants and know that it's yours.

But what doesn't feel good is hearing some punk kid say such filthy things about your girlfriend-- your angel, the love of your life.

The first "wow, she's hot" wasn't too bad, on paper... but the way he said it just didn't sit right with Eddie. He tilted his head to the side, cracking his neck, when the kid said something he didn't catch entirely about your legs. He didn't need to head all of it to know he didn't like it.

"Nice pair, too," Eddie heard him mumble to his friend, and his teeth started grinding together. I hope you're talking about her eyes, kid, for your sake...

Only when he felt Jeff grab his wrist did he notice that his hand was balled into a fist. If the offending student had been sitting in the row right in front of him, Eddie would've already pummeled him-- but he was two rows ahead, and yet Eddie was still considering reaching over and dragging the kid back by the scruff of his neck so he could make sure everyone knew that was his girl up there.

You gave a high kick with a smile, and any other night Eddie would be clapping his hands together and cheering you on-- you liked to tease him for being a cheerleader for a cheerleader himself. Instead, Eddie's hands were over his face, clasped in front of his nose as he looked at you and tried not to think about anything else. "Oh, I hope she does that again," the transfer junior groaned, "I wanna see up her skirt--"

"Hey!" Eddie barked, but with the roar of the stadium, he wasn't audible even just two rows away.

"God, the things I'd do to her--"

Losing his patience, Eddie stood up just as much as he needed too and reached over to grab the kid's shoulder. He turned around with a confused look on his face that Eddie would just love to introduce to his fist, but he composed himself.

"Watch what you say about her," Eddie warned him.

"What?" the junior scoffed. "It's none of your business, man."

"That's my girl," he informed him sternly, but another great cheer move (that Eddie had missed because of this dumbass kid) made the crowd clap and whoop, leaving Eddie inaudible again.

"What?" the kid yelled, a genuine expression this time.

"That's my girl," Eddie yelled back, a little too loud now that some of the noise had died down.

The junior looked at you, and then at Eddie, and then at you again, and finally looked at Eddie with a huge grin. "Her?!" he chuckled. "Yeah, sure."

"I'm her boyfriend," Eddie insisted.

"You...? Come on, get real-- that's never gonna happen."

Eddie took a deep breath, shutting his eyes for a moment. Getting expelled for strangling a mid-adolescent after all this work to finally graduate would be such a waste...

"Seriously, watch it," Eddie warned him, sitting back down.

"Okay," the kid promised facetiously, rolling his eyes as he turned to watch you again.

Don't do it, he's just a kid, Eddie instructed himself internally, he's just a kid... don't do anything stupid, Eddie...

The kid leaned closer to his friend, but he still wasn't quiet enough for Eddie not to hear: "Do you think she'd go out with a junior?"

Splashing his face in the deserted bathroom, Eddie hoped he could wash those words out of his ears. The only way he'd been able to stop himself from obliterating that kid was by all but running out of the gym, hiding here in the men's bathroom and staring at his reddened face in the mirror.

He couldn't figure out why it bothered him so much. The kid had no chance with you, so it wasn't like he was worried about competition. And this was far from the first time another guy had had a crush on you... who could blame them? Popular, sweet, pretty as all get out-- there wasn't much to dislike.

Eddie spent the rest of the game laying on the empty football field, smoking a joint to try to soothe himself. It was working, but not quite fast enough. He was still almost ready to go back in there and make that loser pay for talking about you with so little respect. I wanna see up her skirt, god, Eddie saw red when he heard that.

He knew the game was over when he heard the sound of students pouring out into the parking lot; he lifted his head up just long enough to see the wave of people exiting the gym from across the field, before sighing and laying down completely again, taking a long inhale of the joint and watching his cloud of smoke float up into the sky when he let it out.

He heard footsteps coming closer a few minutes later, and turned his head to see you approaching. He smiled, and you picked up your pace until you jogged right up to him and collapsed onto the ground by his side.

"Hey," you greeted, resting your head on his shoulder. "Where'd you go? I didn't see you for the entire second half..."

He shrugged, not sure what excuse to offer yet. "I just came out to smoke. Needed to clear my head."

You smirked a little bit, and he raised one of his eyebrows. "Clear your head, huh?" you nodded. "Does that have anything to do with the new kid who just tried to ask me out after the game-- who was sitting right in front of you at half time?"

Eddie coughed, thankful he could at least try to blame it on the weed. Nothing gets past you, he knew that, but he was almost impressed that kid actually had the balls to ask you out like that. Shit, even Eddie hadn't been able to do that until a month into seeing each other in secret.

"I mean, at least he stayed to watch my whole game," you noticed, "maybe I should take him up on it."

Eddie sat up, tossing the joint aside to grab you by the waist. "God, honey, don't even joke about that."

"Sorry," you giggled, "you know you have nothing to worry about."

"What did you say to him?" Eddie wondered.

"I told him that I have an amazing--" you kissed Eddie's cheek-- "sexy--" you kissed the other-- "badass boyfriend that he would have to answer to if he hit on me again."

Eddie smiled and kissed you on the lips, holding you a little tighter. "That's my girl," he praised, grinning into the kiss.

"Yeah," you sighed, "your girl, Ed..."

He hummed proudly just before slipping his tongue into your mouth. It was the way you moaned when he kissed you deeper, that was what made him start to move his hand lower and lower, until it was sliding up your thigh under your skirt. "Say that again," he ordered in a whisper.

"Your girl," you repeated, whimpering when his middle finger dragged slowly over the seam of your cunt through the mini-shorts under your skirt. "Fuck, Eddie-- somebody could see..."

"They're all the way over there," he shrugged, smiling when he found your clit-- even through all those layers, when you were turned on, it wasn't hard to find.

"But they can still see," you insisted, glancing nervously at the crowd just across the field.

"What if I want them to see?" he purred. "You're not gonna tell me to stop, are you?"

You shook your head.

"Of course you won't," he whispered, kissing down your neck as he slipped his fingers inside the fabric-- finding you soaked for him, hearing you gasp as he teased your folds. "You don't want me to stop, sweetheart, because it feels too good, right? It feels good to be my girl, doesn't it?"

"So good, Eddie," you agreed, reaching down to grab his wrist when he pressed down hard on your clit. It wasn't a sign to stop, just a sign that he was pushing it-- but he wanted to push it. He needed to make you come and he didn't want to kill any more time.

If he'd been sober, he would've just started with one finger, but he was stoned and emotional and he had something to prove; he slipped two fingers inside you at once, making you gasp loudly and squeeze his wrist tightly with one hand while the other had an iron grip on his shoulder.

"F-fuck, Eddie," you whined, starting to rock your hips and try to ride his fingers. Even when he was worried it would be too much for you, you always wanted more-- one of the many things he loved about you. He smiled and curled his fingers inside you, rubbing that rougher spot that made your eyes roll back. "Oh god-- fuck, is anyone looking?"

Eddie glanced over at the crowd-- he barely had the will power to look away from you but he did it somehow-- and didn't notice anyone staring in your direction. They were all busy finding their cars or getting picked up in somebody else's, not noticing the head cheerleader out on the field with her boyfriend's hand inside her skirt.

"What if they were?" Eddie asked you coyly. "What if they saw how I make you feel with just my fingers-- what would you do?"

"I..." you stalled, whimpering as he twisted his fingers inside you. "I wouldn't do anything."

Groaning loudly, Eddie started to really fuck his fingers into you then, as deep as they could go with his rings on. You went limp, and he held you up with his left arm under your back while the right was obviously busy. His lips latched onto your neck, his tongue tracing your pulse while he felt your pussy clench down tight around him.

"I'm close," you whimpered, "I'm so close..."

"Already, babe?" he chuckled, and you whined in that way he knew meant I hate that you're making fun of me right now but please don't stop.

"Yes," you breathed, "yes, I... I like when you get jealous."

He raised an eyebrow at that, trying not to lose his speed while he held this conversation with you. "You like seeing me lose my mind over you, is that it?"

"I..." you sighed, moaning in between your words, "I like when you remind me..."

He wasn't making it easy for you to talk, not when he refused to relent his pace, but he was so close to making you come and he wasn't about to stop now.

"I like when you remind me who I belong to," you finished, and he laughed.

"Sweetie, I do that all the time... you don't need to go around getting asked out by other guys for that," he cooed. "Don't need to give me a heart attack, joking about saying yes. You know better than that, baby, you know I couldn't fucking take it if you left me--"

"Eddie, I would never--" you began, cutting yourself off with a moan. "Fuck, I'm sorry! I'm gonna come-- oh god..."

"Come on my fingers, honey," he encouraged softly, watching proudly as your head fell back with a cry of his name. "Shh, that's it," he soothed, "that's my girl, my good girl-- all mine, coming so hard just for me..."

Well, the orgasm itself might be just for Eddie, but when you sighed and relaxed under him as your orgasm faded, he glanced back towards the crowd of people and saw a familiar transfer student staring blankly in your direction. He was pretty far away, too far to be sure what he was looking at, but somehow Eddie could see the dumbfounded expression on his face. Eddie smiled and pulled his fingers out of you, careful not to move the fabric of your shorts too much so you could preserve a little modesty. Laying you down in the grass as you caught your breath, he guided you to close your legs before he sucked the sticky arousal off of his fingers.

Well, you wanted to see up her skirt again, didn't you, kid? Guess you got your wish.