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baaby-honeyy · 1 year

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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.

“Harry, 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 sister 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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baaby-honeyy · 1 year

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as someone who knows some things about littlespace, i don't like how you portray it in a sexual way. i get that some people are into ddlg and shit like that, but littlespace (age regression as it looks like you're writing about) isn't something that should be sexualized. you're in a very vulnerable state and, regardless of whether or not the other person is portrayed to be toxic or not, they shouldn't take advantage of you. i just stumbled across your works on accident and wanted to critique them a little bit.

thank you so much for sending this in. i have read and considered everything you’ve said. in my recent fics (or the ones that have smut/toxic!harry), y/n is not labeled as a little. she’s an innocent crybaby.

i wouldn’t use the word bimbo, she’s not dumb, just very very innocent. she doesn’t know any better. because y/n is so sweet, and innocent, she never thinks anything bad can happen to her, regardless of what it is.

however, if people reading are a little, they could easily read on as if y/n is a little as well.

also, please keep in mind that “Daddy” is not an uncommon name for someone’s partner, and lots of people use it without being a little. (i think you already knew that, but just in case that was one of the reasons you were upset)^

feel free to tell me anything else you think about my writing :) i take in account everything people say, and try to make my writing more comfortable for everyone.

also, my next fic is dropping either this weekend, or early next week! i love you

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baaby-honeyy · 1 year

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any hints on what you're dropping next????

kitten.

toxic!harry.

soft!harry.

innocent/crybaby!y/n.

harry cares about you more than anything he could ever own.

you will always be harry’s spoiled girl.

and it’s almost finished. <3

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baaby-honeyy · 1 year

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im obsessed 😅

You’re five are so good!! EXACTLY what I’ve been looking for!!! I just read your list of headcanons and I would LOVE a full length fic about what happened the first time he got overstimulated and used his safe word (and all of that lovely aftercare that followed). If you have time of course, no pressure!

I'M BACK!!!!! and you are so sweet babie, made me smile🥹. thx for your request and I hope you like ur fic <3

Plum. (Pt. 1)

⚠️TW: (please read!): SO MUCH NSFW!!! LIKE 2 AND 1/2 ROUNDS LMAO, sub!inexperienced!bucky, dom!fem!reader, a little bit of a mean!reader, thigh riding!!, overstimulation(m!receiving), unprotected p in v sex, mentions of subspace, mommy/mama kink, use of “y/n”, bucky calls you "babe" once or twice, use of safeword, TONS of aftercare <3

☁️Summary: After a bad day outside and an incident with Bucky, you catch an inexperienced!bucky pathetically humping your pillow. Your sadistic thoughts cause you to get carried away. Bucky's up to it at first, just wanting you to make him feel good. But as the night goes on he begins to realize he was in over his head. (Bucky’s first time being overstimulated and uses safeword!!)

📝 Important A/N!!: I exceeded my character limit (lol). I had to divide this whole fic into two parts, so pls stay tuned for part 2 (dropping soon)! Part 2 will be where the actual overstimulation takes place. Also I added thigh riding because it just made the whole plot imo😩. THERE IS SO MUCH FUCKING DETAIL IN HERE I LOWKEY OVERDID IT LMAOOOO

Traffic is the bane of your existence. You’re usually a very patient person, but when you’re stuck behind ten cars and a red light that just won’t seem to turn green, your patience suddenly becomes none.

There were a million things you wanted to accomplish before the day was finished. Your laundry and Bucky's still needed to be washed, and no matter how many times you reminded Bucky how the washing machine worked, he would continue to give you that bewildered and helpless face, leaving you to do it by yourself. On top of that, you left the apartment a mess. You secretly hope Bucky cleaned around the house while you were gone, though you weren’t counting on it.

Horns blow from different cars amongst the street, as if that would speed the agonizing waiting process up. You let out a huge sigh of relief when the light turns green, finally making your turn to your apartment complex. Once you’ve parked the car, you trudge your way to the apartment. Before unlocking the door, you make an effort to collect yourself so you don’t take you anger out on Bucky.

You can’t stop yourself from letting out another sigh in relief; you were finally home from your long and rough day outside. And to your surprise, the apartment is now squeaky clean. The floor had been swept and vacuumed, and was shined from being mopped. Dropping your purse on the kitchen counter, you kick of your shoes and let your hair down from the tight ponytail it’s been in all day.

“Bucky, I’m home!” You call out as you scavenge the pantry for a snack. Not even a second later, footsteps were coming towards you, and before you can even open your bag of chips, Bucky has dashed to your side and was holding you tight in his arms.

“y/n, your back!”

“hey, Jamie!” You plaster on a smile, trying to reciprocate his energy. His face is still buried in your neck, his hands tangled in your hair.

“missed you.” Bucky whines as he inhales the scent of your perfume. “why’d you have to leave me every day?”

Bucky was clinging to you as if he hadn’t seen you in years. His clinginess was undoubtedly caused because of Steve. He hadn’t been the same since he left, and you understood this better than anyone. You try to relax in his embrace, and allow him to hold you for as long as he needed.

“I'm not even gone for that long, Bucky.” You giggle as you try to enjoy the one good part of your day. “c’mon, let me get changed. I’m tired and had a really rough day.” You whisper to him softly. He nods and begins to free you from his arms.

“ow!” You wail suddenly, scrunching your face in pain. Multiple strands of hair had gotten caught on Bucky’s vibranium arm.

“sorry! let me just-” Bucky tries to disconnect your hair from his fingers, but only makes the situation worse by tangling them deeper towards your scalp.

“Bucky, just stop it!”

You drop your unopened bag of chips on the counter before grabbing his hand and leading him to the bathroom mirror. You begin untangling his fingers from your hair slowly, letting out a wince every so often, but finally managing to free his metal fingers from your hair.

“Y/n, didn’t meant to-”

“s’fine. just gonna brush my hair now.” You exhale before grabbing the brush and detangling your hair. Although you’d never show it to your very oblivious Bucky, this was your last straw today. You slam the bathroom door in his face in a fit of anger. Ignoring how badly you immediately felt afterwards, you attempt to calm yourself down.

“It’s not his fault. It’s not his fault. It’s not his fault.” You tell yourself as you struggle to comb out the knots in your hair. After you finished with your hair and wash up, you quickly pass through the bedroom, catching a quick glance at Bucky before you pass. He’s sound asleep on the bed, sprawled out like a dog on your sheets. Clad in only briefs, his pale and plush thighs were exposed just for you to see.

Trying to stop your mind from wandering into other places, you decide to use this time for yourself to forget about the unfortunate day you’ve had. Without another thought, you throw a bag of popcorn in the microwave and turn on some Adult-Swim, doing your best to cloud your mind.

You must’ve been there for over an hour, because before you knew it, it was already 8:00 pm. A yawn escapes from your throat as you clean up and head to your bedroom.

You’re about to open the door when you hear what sounds like faint moans coming from the other side, along with rhythmic creaks from the bed.

As you lean your ear against the door and listen for Bucky's pitiful whimpers, filthy and nasty thoughts start to flood your mind. You open the door a crack, just enough to see Bucky frantically rutting his bare cock against your pillow, which cemented your suspicions. The sight was truly pathetic. His boxer briefs were slung around his ankles, and his brown hair clung to his sweaty forehead. He continues to fuck your pillow without noticing you, obviously too concentrated on trying to cum.

You enjoyed your Adult-Swim, but this, this was a show for you. A sight for your extremely sore eyes. You were honestly at a crossroads here, almost not wanting to intervene. Just let him fuck himself on the pillow you sleep on every night, even though he obviously didn’t know what he was doing. His movements were sloppy and lazy, indicating that he’d been at this for a while.

“dammit!” He whines as he falls lip onto your pillow, finally giving up. He continues to whine and whimper into it, still grinding ever so slightly onto the sheets. You watch him closely, noticing how desperate he looks, exhausted and frustrated because he just couldn’t seem to make himself cum.

“awh…poor baby.” You interrupt as you open the door and enter the room. Bucky immediately stops his movements and stares at you like a deer in headlights. “couldn’t do it by yourself?”

“tryin…” Bucky whines, head faced down at his painfully hard cock which was twitching against your pillow. “shit… just can’t do it like you can, babe..”

Bucky picks his subtle but noticeable thrust against your pillow again, looking at you with teary eyes. You slowly make your way to the bed and grab his face with both hands and kiss his plush lips. His big blue eyes look up at you as he gives you a meek smile.

You give him one more kiss. “I’ll bet I could do a better job than this pillow, don’t ya think?”

Bucky nods in agreement, immediately throwing the pillow to the side and kicking off his briefs as you settle yourself on the bed and against the headboard. Bucky stares at you with anticipation, waiting for you to tell him what to do next. With two flicks of your pointer and middle finger, he’s crawled to your side in an instant.

“on my lap, lovie.” Your sultry voice commands, and Bucky does exactly what you tell him. His plush thighs have settled against both sides of your left thigh, and he settles his bum on your lap.

You graze your fingers lightly up and down his red and stiff cock, causing a breathy whine escape his throat.

“m-mommy, please don’t tease me like that… been w-waiting f’you all day…” Bucky whimpers shakily, hips bucking up at your movements. “hah- n-need more!”

A smirk creeps it’s way onto your face. He was so fucking adorable when he’s begging you to make him feel good. So adorable that you couldn’t help but tease him a little before giving him what he wants.

“how bad, hm?” You tease, fingertips dragging down to his balls, giving them a tight and sudden squeeze. Bucky’s mouth falls agape, and his eyebrows furrow upwards as he yelps at the sudden sensation.

“s-so bad, f-fuck!” His voice only gets whinier after your taunting.

“hmm… I don’t think you want it bad enough, darlin.”

Bucky watches your face with watery eyes, noticing your sadistic smile never disappear.

“n-no! please babe, want it- need it so bad!” He bucks his hips towards you, desperately searching for any sort of friction. His cock pulses under your fingertips, which are still softly grazing it up and down. Your face remains cold and unamused, as if his tears weren’t enough to convince you.

Bucky shakily takes your fingers, rubbing them on the tip of his cock, gathering as much precum he can with your fingers.

“s-see? d'you see, mama? l-leakin' so much for you. jus' gimme somethin', anythin' please...”

You knew you were being cruel by making him wait this long, but he looked so pretty begging for you to make him cum. The fact that he only depended on you to make him orgasm made your pussy throb. And as he so pathetically told you before, he just couldn’t do it like you can. He definitely didn’t have half the sexual experience you did, and still couldn’t even jerk himself off enough to get himself to cum.

“and what if it’s too much f’you? don't want you to get overwhelmed.” You question, placing your hands on both of hips, receiving a pleading look from Bucky.

“I asked you a question, Jamie.” You shoot him an alluring and voluptuous look with wide eyes, but Bucky just couldn’t meet your gaze. His eyes were shut closed, his face contorted in desperation.

“hah- d-don’t care… just do somethin’- nngh!”

Bucky starts, but interrupts himself with a pathetic whimper when he feels you grip harder onto his hips, slightly nudging them back and forth. His cock twitches as all of his pre-cum leaks onto your bare thigh, creating a slick and pleasurable mess for him to fuck himself on.

“a-ah, f-fuuckk…” a long whine makes its way from Bucky’s throat, his eyes rolled back. “please, mommy… can’t keep doin' this to me…”

“you wanna cum?” He immediately nods his head up and down. “go ahead then, pretty boy. fuck yourself against mommy's thigh.”

“wha..? n-no I-I can’t-”

“It’s my thigh or nothin’ Jamie.”

Bucky remains quiet for a little while but softly nods his head in agreeance.

You release your hold on his hips, curious to see how he will do on his own. Bucky starts to frantically rutt up against your thigh. His lack of rhythm causes you to think back to how you found him earlier. Your helpless little baby was in too much of a hurry to cum to get himself there.

“goddamit, I-” Bucky whimpers as his movements come to a stop and he punches the bed in defeat. “I don’t know how… please show me…”

Tears are streaming down his cheeks as he does his absolute best not to make eye contact with you. It was humiliating enough to have to ask you to make him cum.

Finally deciding to have some mercy, you begin to rock his hips back and forth, slow and steady against your thigh.

“ha-d-don’t stop, please…” His eyes are rolled back, little grunts escaping from his pink, parted lips. His metal hand holds onto your shoulder while the flesh one grips harshly onto the white bed sheets.

“you look so pretty fucking yourself on my thigh, baby. that’s it…keep goin’, don’t stop…"You coo at Bucky, who continues to desperately go at it on your thigh. Once he’s found rhythm, you let go of his hips and watch him.

Your praises must have motivated him some more, because his thrusts increased in speed, causing the whole bed to rock in unison to his frantic movements. His dog tags do the same, clashing into each other and swaying in tune with him.

The way Bucky's cock twitches and pulses against you is almost as if it is pleading for release. Even though it feels incredible, being inside of yourself will always be superior. The comforting, smooth feeling of your walls is unrivaled by anything. However, he keeps rutting against you in an attempt to get the relief he has been chasing all day.

Bucky’s grunts and pants above you. The sounds coming from him become more high-pitched with each jerk of his hips. The feeling of his warm pre-cum against the smooth skin of your thigh was driving his aching cock insane. He was so desperate for release—and he was almost there. Almost about to cum all over you. But his thighs were burning in pain.

“oh, fuck! I can’t, p-please, mama! please help me, I’m almost there!” Bucky cries, tears streaming down his extremely flushed cheeks.

His thighs tremble and spasm, his movements slowing down. He couldn’t do it anymore. Your baby had been at this for hours before you found him; it was only a matter of time before he would become completely exhausted. Your supersoldier definitely had super strength, but there were certain things he just couldn’t do by himself.

Such a poor little baby.

You latch your hands onto his hips again, more than willing to help your baby boy. With a slight nudge backwards and forwards, Bucky becomes a whining mess, his hips stuttering under your hands as you guide him closer to his orgasm. He thrusts frantically against your thigh, but this time in a perfect rhythm of back and forth movements (he has you to thank for that).

“good boy, Jamie. almost there, you can do it, baby.” Your words come out soft and smooth, coaxing him even further. He pants and whimpers through gritted teeth, muttering an almost incoherent string of curses.

“a-ah, shit-please… lemme cum, please lemme cum! m’ so close, so fucking close!”

You hum in response.

"go ahead, baby, you've been such a good boy for me."

A fraction of a second later, Bucky throws his head back, violently spasming on your lap. Loads of his white cum spurt out all over your leg as he cries out pathetically for you. His large, veiny hands desperately grab at the sheets, as his eyes roll back in pleasure. The veins in his cock are more than prominently bulging as it twitches and pulsates up and down against your now cum-coated thigh.

You watch him intently. His eyes have closed shut, and his heavy panting causes his loose brown hair to blow up with each breath. A few moments later, he falls limp against your chest.

"you okay, Buck?"

Bucky swallows for a moment, then contiunes to pant heavily. You fawn over his cuteness.

"answer me, baby boy. mommy asked you a question."

He softly nods his head against your chest.

"good," you reply with a whisper. "'cause I know you can give me another one."

STAY TUNED FOR PT. 2!!!

#buckybabieboy #sebastian stan #sub!bucky barnes #dom!reader #imagines #marvel #sub bucky barnes #bucky barnes #female reader #james bucky barnes

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baaby-honeyy · 1 year

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bestie when do we get ruin part 2 because. i’m. OBSESSED.

ahhhh i don’t have a scheduled date for it, but i’m almost finished!!! until then i’m dropping something else i think you will like :P due to me & my twin’s birthday coming up i’ve been busy with a lot haha

also feel free to send in a request !!! i love when you guys do that :3

#i love you guys #pls bare with me #harry styles fanfic #harry styles #answered asks #answered #harry styles imagines

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baaby-honeyy · 1 year

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whoever reported 'ruin' honestly just needs to block u or the dark!harry tag bc ur writing is amazing and doesn't deserve to be wrecked bc u worked so hard. a part 2 would be amazing tho as long as ur still comfortable writing for us!

thank you so much darling :3 this was so nice to read. i’m BEYOND happy that people love it so much, despite the dark themes. it truly makes me happy to write knowing people love my work!!!🥹🥹

HERE’S HOW TO READ “RUIN”. (and any fic that contains mature themes.)

1: OPEN A COMPUTER, GO TO TUMBLR’S WEBSITE AND CLICK SETTINGS.

2: GO TO “ACCOUNT” AND SCROLL DOWN TO “CONTENT YOU SEE”.

3: UNDER “COMMUNITY LABELS” CLICK “SHOW” ON MATURE AND SEXUAL THEMES. the rest is up to you!!

after this is done, “Ruin” should be available to read, and so will other fics that contain sexual themes.

PLEASE PLEASE DO THIS!!! i don’t think you’ll be able to read fics if you don’t.

ALSO, I WILL RELEASE RUIN PART 2!! i’m just not sure if tumblr will take it down, and i don’t know how to avoid it getting banned. SO PLEASE PLEASE FOLLOW THE DIRECTIONS!!!

with all of my love,

gigi🤍

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagines #answered asks #community labels #i hate tumblr sometimes #tumblr please fix this #i’m loosing my shit

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baaby-honeyy · 1 year

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Omg I read your fics today and they were awesome! Don't let people take you down just because they don't like something, your blog is for everyone and they sjould be more acceptable

Anyways sorry for the babbling and I wanted to read *ruin* but ig it was taken down so wdid?

thank you so much baby :3 you weren’t babbling at all haha trust me i needed that.

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 gets 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.

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baaby-honeyy · 1 year

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hi!!, did u delete ruin i cant find it

GUYS I DID NOT DELETE RUIN!!

someone must’ve reported it because now it’s been hidden and has a community label on it. i guess nobody can find it now :( on my profile, it says that the post has been hidden, but i’m allowed to read it still. is this happening to you guys???

i’ve received any hate comments and anonymous requests saying that i’m sick for writing the things i do. i’m finding myself avoiding tumblr because of this. :/

i’m just going to say that i’m really sorry if anything i write makes someone feel uncomfortable. that’s never my intention. if you don’t like what i’m writing, PLEASE click not interested or leave my page. please don’t report.

Ruin must’ve stopped being on people’s homepages i think, because nobody’s been liking or sharing recently and it’s been making me so sad. i don’t know if i should release part 2? i don’t want to put so much work into a fic just for it to be taken down.

i’m so sorry for anybody who wants to read it, and can’t do so anymore. if you want, i can send you the full fic in your DM’s.

thank you so much for the love on my other fics, though. and for the love on Ruin too! i was so incredibly happy to see that everyone loved it so much! would you guys like Ruin part 2? if that’s something you guys want then i’ll be happy to continue posting.

thank you so much.

gigi 🤍

#writing asks #answered asks #idk what to do #i’m crying lol

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baaby-honeyy · 1 year

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you're fucking sick wtf is your problem??!!

lol

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baaby-honeyy · 1 year

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hiii are you going to write a part 2 to ruin it was awesome :))

yes yes yes!!! so many people have asked this haha i’m not leaving you guys on a cliffhanger !! and thank yaaa :3 feel free to request something if you’d like! 💗

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baaby-honeyy · 1 year

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“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: “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.

“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.

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 wearing jeans and a plain black shirt, a very relaxed outfit, 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?”

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.

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?”

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.