daddy harry one shot



If you insist…

Oh, I do love you

Baby Bumps

Insults (Part 1) (Part 2)

Sex on Fire

Award Show Jitters*

Sing to Me

Belated Birthdays

I’ve Got A Better Idea

Distant Engagements (Part 1) (Part 2)

An Impossible Thought

Relief in Exchange for Heartbreak (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)


Just Sim

Lovingness upon Board*

Personal Pillows

A Contradiction of Love (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Breathless Reunion*

What A Feeling

The Painter

Wasted Money

Toothpaste Kisses

Irresponsible Debacle

Unwritten Lines

Puppy Love

Don’t Worry about Me

Recorded Memories

Just a One Time Thing*




Santa’s Been

Just Kissing Him Better*

A Birthday Present

Disregarded Auditions


Rooftop Requests (Part 2)

Unheard Castings (Rooftop Requests Spinoff)

First Impression*

You Stole the Show, Metaphorically of Course

Retained Shoots for My Eyes Only

Only The Best (Part 1) (Part 2) 

Bangs that don’t Bang

Secret Fashion Shows (Part 2)

Italian Reunions

New York Home


Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four


Part One 

Part Two 

Part Three


1. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

4. “Who gave you that black eye?”

5. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

15. “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”

16. “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

22. “You can scream if you want.”

25. “One of them’s missing”

28. “You’re still mad?”

32. “Why did we have to have kids?”

39. “I forgot I was a single parent.”

51. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

66. “I won’t let you get hurt.”

102. “Do you really think I could ever replace you?” 

125. “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!” *


The one where it’s too late.

The fourth addition to the Divorce Series AU. Let me know if you guys are enjoying it, if I should continue writing it. ENJOY! :)

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Word Count - 4250 words
Not proofread

WARNING: Mature content, very smutty.

Based on the request: pls write where y/n and harry have sex a lot and end up getting pregnant but are happy about it.

You woke up with a moan at the back of your throat and strong hands digging into your hips. This was how most mornings were spent; one of you waking the other with your mouth of their body. Your back arched as he sucked on your sex all while two fingers were moving inside you.

His moans vibrated through making the fire in the pit of your stomach burn brighter. Your hands were thrashing around you, gripping the sheets just wasn’t enough. After a deep fuck of his tongue into your throbbing sex, you came, hard, with a yell.

Harry drew it out as long as he could, stopping when you had recovered your breath. You turned you head to the alarm clock of the bedside table seeing the time; 9:07 in the morning. You had plenty of time before you had to be up.

Harry’s face appeared in your vision as he collapsed on the bed next to you, his breath heavy. Your eyes were drawn to the rock-hard bulge in the boxers; your mouth watered at the sight. When you looked back up at his face, his smirk was a combination of smug and confidence.

“Your turn, love.”

“Babe, you want some lunch?” You called to Harry from the kitchen to where he was sprawled across the couch. You were both dressed and ready for the day despite having no plans to leave the house. You had to be in the same room as him to hear his response.

“Think I’m still full from my little snack before breakfast actually, thanks tho’.” With a little knowing smile, he turned to look back at his phone, leaving you with the thoughts of your wakeup call.

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Water Baby

A Love Story is Better With You: Water Baby - One Shot Series #8


“What do you think about me having a water birth with this little bub?” you questioned, walking out the bathroom in nothing but a pair of undies and a loose tee of Harry’s.

Lifting up your shirt, exposing your 6 month bump and spreading some lotion to keep it nice and moisturized before crawling into the bed and prepping up your pillows and snuggling under the comforter. 

“A water birth?” he questioned, looking up from his book for a split moment, checking if you were serious and putting his glasses along with his book on the bed side table. “Is that something you’re interested in?” he followed. 

“I mean, I’ve always been interested in trying it. I was debating on it with Theo but I figured he was our first baby, so it made me a little nervous, and for some reason it didn’t cross my mind with, P. But I don’t know, it’s different, and it’d be at home, so more of a comfortable enviornment, I suppose” you continued. “Plus, he’s our third little one, I think I’m a pro by now” you teased with a smirk as Harry chuckled. 

“But aren’t there more risks?” he questioned, feeling an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, as he looked you in the eyes. 

He had almost lost you when you had Penelope, so the fear of something happening along the lines of what happen during Penelope’s delivery had his knees shaking. 

“I mean there are risks to every labor and delivery, honey. But we’d have to check in with our midwife and we’d have to see if it’d even be possible, it’s just a thought. If she sees that my pregnancy is progressing like it should be, and everything with me and the baby is healthy, I don’t see a problem in it. Would you not be interested in something like that?”

“Well, of course I would be. It’s something different, so much more intimate. It’s just–it makes me nervous” he whispered, looking down at his thumbs that were fiddling together. “I can’t loose you like I almost did last time” he whispered, memories flooding back to that night on May 24. 

“Honey…” you whispered, heart sinking that his first thought, would be something like that. 

“C’mere” you whispered, opening your arm and he snuggled in closely, placing a palm on your belly and rubbing soft circles. 

“You won’t loose me” you whispered, running your fingers through his locks. “If it’s something you aren’t interested in, then we’ll omit it, and we’ll do it in the hospital like we did the last two times.” you reassured. 

He shook his head, suddenly feeling guilty and feeling as if he was taking away an experience from you that you really wanted to try out. 

“It’s not that I’m not interested, I’d love it baby, just makes me a little nervous. But if the midwife says it’s okay…and you’re both healthy enough for a home delivery then I’m all for it” he reassured with a smile, leaning up to press his lips to yours. 

You were about to respond when you heard your bedroom door squeak open and a sleepy looking Theo popped his head in. 

“Hey little guy, why aren’t you in bed?” Harry questioned, sitting up and opening his arms as Theo’s legs carried themselves into your bed. 

“Had a bad dream” you sniffed, wiping at his sleepy and teary eyes before snuggling between you and Harry. 

For the past week or so, Theo had been having the same reoccurring dream that you had given birth to the baby, and he wouldn’t be your little boy, and each time, you both snuggled him close, reassuring him that although there would be another little boy in the family, your love for him would never die down, only grow. 


You were fixing up Theo’s school lunch, when Harry came barreling down the stairs with Penelope in his arms, giggles being heard through out the house as Harry growled, sounding as if he were blowing raspberries against her tummy. 

“Daddy, stop!” you cackled, flailing her arms up and about as Harry chuckled, pressing a kiss to her nose and popping her down onto a chair. 

“You hungry lovie?” Harry questioned, making his way to the counter, pressing a kiss to your forehead, as you finished up Theo’s lunch and handed it to him. Penelope nodded her head, as see took a sip of her apple juice from her sippy cup. 

“Alright, have a good day at school sweetie!” you smiled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead as he gave you a quick hug, waving goodbye to Harry and giving Penelope a quick peck before barreling out the front door and making his way onto his school bus. 

“Gosh, I can’t believe he’s already in school” you sighed, hearing the bus leave. 

“Right, I feel like just yesterday, he was runnin’ around without a diaper” Harry chuckled. “Those days flew by and then we had this mini one doing the same thing” Harry teased, tickling Penelope’s side and placing a bowl of fruits and a little cup of yogurt in front of her. 

“Soon she’ll be off to nursery, and then we’ll have this little one running around, in a matter of no time” you smiled softly, giving you belly a gentle rub as Harry closed his eyes in a matter of hurt and sadness and pouted. 

“Goodness, don’t mention it. I can’t even imagine my little girl growing up” he pouted, standing behind P’s chair and pressing small kisses to her hair. “She’s never gunna grow. She’ll be my lil’ girl forever” he smiled. “Right, P?”

She giggled, and nodded, munching down on her fruit. 


“How’s she doing?” Anne questioned, quietly, hearing you let out a soft moan out in the kitchen, as Penelope latched onto Anne’s hand and Theo stood beside her with a backpack on his back. 

“She’s hanging in there, midwives should be around soon”

Harry then noticed Theo wavering on his feet, peeking into the kitchen noticing you lean against the counter with your head in your forearms swaying your hips back and forth, trying to surpress your moans, to not freak the kids out, especially Penelope. 

“Is Mumma okay?” Theo questioned, quietly, not really sure as to what was going on. 

“Not so much, but she will be soon. It’s just the process of your mumma having your baby brother. It hurts for a little and then it’ll go away” he reassured, bending down to his level. “When you come back, your baby brother will be here” he smiled, pulling Theo in his arms and a soft smile graced his lips. 

“I’m excited” he smiled, and Penelope clapped. “Baby, Baby!” she cheered with a giggle. 

“Nana?” Penelope questioned, twirling her fingers in Anne’s hair. 

“Yes, my love?”

“We build fort in your house?” she questioned, with wide and hopeful eyes. 

Anne chuckled, nodding her head. 

“Only if your brother will help” she responded with a wink as they both cheered, Theo darting it to her car and Penelope wiggling out of Anne’s arms to follow her brother. 

“Alright, looks like that’s my cue to go” she smiled. “Tell her I said hello, and keep me updated.” she smiled, bringing her son, who wasn’t so little anymore into a tight hug and placing her hands on his cheeks. 

“And congratulations baby, you’re having another baby” she smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek and following the kids and meeting them in the car. 


“It’s okay, just breath with it” Harry reassured, front of his body, close to your back, hands resting on your hips, helping with the gentle swaying movements and rubbing gentle circles on your hips. 

“There we go…”

You exhaled deeply, wiping the small bead of sweat that had made it’s way down your forehead before attempting to stand straight, and you turned around to face him for the time being that your contraction went away. 

“Thank you, for being here with me…” you whispered quietly, leaning your head against his chest as he rubbed circles on your back and smiled softly. 

“Wouldn’t be anywhere else. I’m so proud of you” he hummed. 

“Nothing to be proud of yet…I haven’t done anything”

He pulled back, placing his hands on your forearms and looking you in the eyes. 

“Really love? Nothing? In my book you’ve done everything, and you’re doing the almost impossible now, baby. You’ve already held, carried and birthed two of our little loves that we have over at my mum’s house, now you’re on a third. 9 whole months, of carrying this not so little guy” he chuckled, running a palm over your belly. “You have done it all, and you’ve done it so graciously, and tonight, you’re going to do it again, and I’m in awe every single time at how you do it. You’re so strong, and I am so proud and thankful that I get to call you my wife.”

You sniffled, wiping at your eyes before shaking your head with a giggle. 

“You always know when to make me cry” you blubbered, swatting at his chest, about to make another remark but a painful contraction was starting to ebb it’s way up. 

Fuck” you muttered, biting into your bottom lip, feeling as if you were about to draw blood and released a low moan. 


“Alright, love. The tub is ready” he whispered, peeking his head into the living room where you were sat on a birthing ball with one of the 3 midwives that were located in your home to help with tonight’s delivery.

You nodded, grabbing the soft hand that the young midwife led out to you and groaned lowly, feeling the soreness of your hips start to kick in. 

“I can’t wait for him to get out” you muttered, softly, with a small chuckle. 

“That’s what 99 percent of all the momma’s say” she giggled, helping you to the stairs and Harry quickly bustled down them to help. 


“Alright, there we go” Harry whispered, slipping down your pajama pants, leaving you in nothing but a pair of his boxers and a sports bra to cover your breasts. 

“Are you ready for the once in a life time expierence?” he smiled. 

“More so nervous, but so ready” you smiled, leaning forward, pressing a kiss to his lips and taking this moment for just the two of you. 

All the nurses, in your master bedroom, prepping the water to make sure it was of perfect temperature, making sure they had everything they needed out and ready to use in case anything went wrong and things to make you feel more comfortable and safe. 

“Can you believe soon, we won’t be a family of four, but five” Harry startled himself with his statement, truth be told, but the smile graced on his lips, just told another story, as to how excited he truly was. 

“Feel’s unreal, but it’s so exciting. Ready to have another little boy running around?” you smiled. “Another boy to wee on you whilst you change his diaper” you tiredly teased. 

“‘M ready for it all, love” he finished, with a soft kiss to your chapped lips. 


Ohhh, that feels good” you moaned, lowering yourself into the water, cheek pressed against the edge of the birthing tub that the midwives provided. Seconds later, you felt a cloth being swept around your lower back and water being trickled down your back to help and relax you, and boy did it work.

You felt Harry’s lips press to your forehead, and you smiled softly as he quickly tied your hair up for you, to get it out of your face. 

“thanks baby” you murmured. 

He nodded, gently rubbing at your shoulders, and watching you slump in comfort, shortly before another contraction would soon be making it’s way down your body. 


“Can I get in?” he questioned, already pulling off his shirt, and staying in her cotton shorts, as he looked between the midwives and you panting in the birthing tub. 

“Please” you whispered. “Get in here, please” you moaned, and the midwives nodded, allowing him to get in, even though they didn’t have a problem with it in the first place. Harry sat inside the tub, back pressed against the edge of the birthing tub with you in between his legs, back to his chest, and his palms on your belly. 

“Alright, that’s it. Go with the feeling of it, darling” June, the wonderful midwife that helped birth both of your babies, and now the third. 

“You’re like a professional by now, so when you feel like you have to push, you just go with it” she followed, watching your cues. 


“Oh god!” you screamed, feeling the familiar burning and stretching which in your opinion was by far the worst part of it all, simply because it hurt so bad and you had to refrain from pushing. 

“Okay, baby, you’ve got it. Just pay attention to my breathing. Follow me.” he instructed, taking deep breaths trying to distract you from the scorching pain you were currently in. 

Tears slid down your cheeks as you gritted your teeth together trying to pull everything in you to not push. 

“It hurts so bad” you cried, turning your head to the side and Harry pressed small kisses on your forehead. 

“I know baby, but it’s almost over. I know” he whimpered, heart churning as he watched you in helpless pain and knowing he could do nothing about it but simply be right by you and help you through the pain. 

“Alright, here we are. Just one more push, and he should be here” June smiled, guiding her hands between your legs to catch him as he slipped out and you let out a gasp of relief as you felt sudden relief and then he was placed on your chest, all wet and letting out a loud cry. 

“5:23 PM” a midwife stated with a smile.

“Oh my goodness, hello” you cried, with shaky hands you placed them on his back giving him a soft pat on him bum while holding him close. 

“My gosh, your big” you hiccuped wetly, swiping at your eyes before pressing soft kisses along his wet forehead. 

“He’s so beautiful” Harry blubbered, running a hand up your arm and pressing his lips to yours. 

“You did so well, gorgeous. I’m so proud of you”

You sniffled with a smile and leaned your head back tiredly against Harry as his eyes pulled back to observe you and your new little boy. You looked so beautiful, and there was a glow about you that he couldn’t describe. It was something that sparked on you, the minute one of your babies was placed on his chest, and he didn’t know what it was, but it was beautiful and he loved it. 


“I wonder how much he weighs.” you whispered, and the midwives were doing routine checkups on him as Harry helped you change into something comfortable and into your bed, as he held you close. 

“We’re about to see right now” June smiled, placing him on the scale, and different numbers appeared, as he squirmed around a bit until the bold 8 pounds 11 ounces were labeled in bright red numbers. 

“Holy cow” Harry breathed. 

“Our big boy” you smiled, as the midwife gently took him off the scale and handed him to you and you covered yourself and your little boy under your duvet. 


“Mumma?” You heard a faint voice call out by the door and you saw Theo poke his head in. 

“Hey sweet boy” you cooed, ushering him to come in as you snuggled the baby closer. 

“Is that him?” he whispered, gently crawling up onto the bed and taking a peek at him. 

“This is him” you smiled. “Where is, P?”

“Right ‘ere mumma!” she giggled, attempting to climb onto the bed and Harry helped her up before pressing a kiss to her forehead and she cooed over the baby, letting out a quiet squeal before covering her mouth to subside her giggles. 

“Say hello to your new little brother, Levi” Harry smiled, wrapping his arms around Theo and Penelope as they observed him. 

“He’s so chubby” Theo pointed out, with a soft smile, running a finger down Levi’s cheek. 

“And I felt every ounce of it” you chuckled dryly looking up at Harry and he smirked, although Theo didn’t quite understand your comment, he brushed it of enamored by his new little brother. 

“Can I hold him mumma?” Theo questioned, looking up at you. You eyed Harry and nodded with a smile. 

“Of course, bubbie. Just go to the bathroom with your little sister and go wash your hands, really good!” you smiled. They nodded, Theo hopping off the bed and helping Penelope off before they scurried off into the bathroom. 

“Theo is going to be such a good big brother. When P was born, he was just under two, so he didn’t really understand. But now? Our little boy is almost six” you pouted, sighing looking down at Levi. 

“Yeah he’s not our little boy anymore, growing fast, but imagine all the help he’ll be? He was a tad bit nervous for a new sibling, we could tell, from his dreams at night, but you saw once he laid eyes on Levi, he’s going to be in love with him.”

“Our little helper” you grinned, looking up at Harry as he nodded with a smile. 

“Okay, mumma! We washed our hands!” he smiled, lifting up to his hands and you sniffed them to make sure he used soap, and he did. 

“Alright then big boy, come next to momma” you gestured, patting the spot next to you. Harry grabbed a few pillows propping them against the headboard and putting a pillow on Theo’s lap so when Levi was placed in his arms, he’d be more comfortable. Theo situated himself and Harry grabbed Penelope and sat her in his lap, getting a handful of snuggles that he missed. 

“Alright, now you have to be careful, he’s really little so you have to make sure his head is supported, okay?”

“Okay, mumma. Will you help me?” he checked. 

You nodded with a tired and smile. “Of course.”

Gently twisting yourself from your position, you gentle placed Levi into his arms, making sure his head was well supported in Theo’s arms and you smiled when Levi’s grumbles settled and he snuggle close into Theo. 

“Look, he likes you” you smiled, stroking a finger down Theo’s cheek. 

Theo giggled, looking down at him and pressing a kiss to his nose. 

“I like him too, do we get to keep him forever?” he pondered, looking up at you and then Harry. 

“Yes we do, for forever” Harry chuckled, kissing Penelope’s head as her gaze shifted over to Theo and Levi as she observed them carefully, not really understanding what was going on, since she was only under 3 years old. 


With Penelope finally down for bed, Theo was setting his clothes up for the following morning when Harry popped in. 

“Ready for bed?” he questioned and Theo nodded, crawling into his bed and Harry closed the door behind him and tucked him in. 

“Brush your teeth?” he checked, Theo opened his mouth and blew out a puff of air and Harry scented the toothpaste on his breath. 

“Good boy” he smiled, tugging the blankets tightly around him and fluffing out his pillow. 

“So how does it feel? Being a big brother again? Now you got two little siblings to look after” he smiled. 

Theo grinned. “I love it” he whispered. “You’ll still love me the same…right Daddy?” he questioned, worry coating his voice as his eyes suddenly went a bit more wide, and he was worried he wouldn’t like Harry’s response. 

“Oh, bud…” he whispered, laying down beside him and bringing him into the crook of his arm and pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

“I’ll always love you, and so will you mumma. Mummy and Daddy’s have special hearts for their babies. We love you all equally, and whenever another baby comes along, the heart just grows, to make equal space for that baby so they’re loved too. But mine and mummy’s love for you will never go away, you understand? Your our big boy, our first baby” he smiled, and Theo seemed to relax in his hold. 

“I love you daddy” he whispered. 

Harry smiled softly, moving his soft curls out his face and pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

“I love you too, Theo”


“He’s down?” you whispered, gently shifting Levi out your arms and placing him into the cot quietly by the side of your bed after just giving him a feeding. Harry nodded tiredly, and stripped down to his boxers, and crawling into bed as you did the same. 

“It’s been a crazy day, hasn’t it? Started off with two, now we’ve got three” you smiled, snuggling into his chest. 

“And I couldn’t imagine it any other way” he smiled softly. 

You hummed, enjoying the silence as your eyes slowly slid closed and you whispered

“Thank you” 

He hummed, cracking an eye open and looking down at you as the room was dim with only one lamp lit in the corner of the room, set on a dim setting so you could still make out what was in the room and where for when Levi woke up. 

“For what, love?” he continued. 

“For giving me this life that I’ve always wanted. Thank you for being the husband that I’ve always dreamed of having since I was a little girl. Thank you for giving me my babies, just thank you.” you whispered, looking up at him, smiling softly. 

“My pleasure” he smirked. “Same to you, my love. I love you so much” he murmured, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. 

“God these next six weeks are going to be hell, I don’t know if I can keep myself away from you for that long” he teased, and you rolled your eyes, gently swatting at his chest. 

“Oh shut up, you’ve done it twice already, you’ll live a third” you chuckled, laying your head back down and he laughed quietly. 

“All jokes love, but goodnight, I love you”

“I love you too, H. Goodnight”


Well here we are, little Levi is finally here! I hope you guys enjoyed, of course, let me know what you thought of the one shot, in my ask box, it’s always appreciated to know if you enjoy or not! If you have any requests, be sure to leave them in my ask box as well! Lots of love! x 

03. Baby Talk

Harry wants to have a baby. 

Warnings: Fluff, smut

When you arrived home after a long day of work and smelled the roast, you knew Harry was up to something.

 Either he wanted to talk over a very important decision with you, or the tabloids were about to—if they hadn’t already—print a false or prying story about you and he wanted to take your mind off it. However, you still smiled as you slipped off your shoes and jacket.

It was the little things. That’s what no one told you about marriage. Marriage wasn’t all about the Instagram posts praising each other, or the mind-blowing sex, or the grand statements of affection. It was the foot rubs after a long day, a roast in the oven as soon as you came home from work, and the quick forehead kiss in the early morning when he woke before you. Those little things kept the love alive.

 And oh, how you loved them.

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Baby Bumps

Anonymous: you’re pregnant and harry is obsessed with your bump

okay, pretty much cried the whole way throughout


It was four months into the pregnancy when Harry had found his undying love for your small, yet prominent bump. Whenever he got the chance, he would wrap his arms around your waist, his palms resting on your belly, fingers tracing around the smooth skin. 

Six months rolled around and Harry would be all over your bump. He had now discovered that singing to the little being inside you not only made you cry with joy, but it made him fall in love with you and your little girl. He would now start to lay his head on your bump when you laid together on the couch. 

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The one with their happy ending.

The sixth and the final addition to the Divorce Series AU. This is the longest writing I’ve ever written, it’s 5k+ words. I’m really proud of it and I hope you enjoy and understand the ending, tell me how you feel about this. I’m so sorry for the delay. Let me know in my ask box if you guys are liked this part. ENJOY! :)

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I need to get something off my chest about fanfictions

I’ve been reading a lot of stories lately -mostly about Harry- where the female protagonist -his partner- finds herself being pushed away by him and keeps wondering what she did wrong. Ok, nothing too strange here. BUT, there’s always a point in the story where, despite all her lame efforts -like, cooking his favorite food and keeping his things organized when he comes home, like, WTF WHAT YEAR ARE WE IN-, he just keeps treating her like literal shit. And it’s not an empowering story about a girl getting out of a toxic relationship. On the contrary; it’s about a girl allowing his boyfriend to treat her like shit to the point where one, as reader, would -should- think “why does he even lives with her if he hates her so much?” or “girl, JUST DUMP HIM”, BUT NO. You can read comments like “bitch, try harder DON’T YOU LET HARRY STYLES GO. Now, what I want to say is: Can you, fanfic writers, stop romanticizing abusive relationships just because it’s Harry Styles? I’m honestly fucking tired of reading about girls humilliating themselves and allowing abusive and violent behavior (sometimes even getting hit) because after a few chapters he apologises and everything it’s right again. And I’m tired of it because the fact that you think that writing about being “a little mistreated” it’s ok if it’s by a famous guy and he apologises, it’s a contribution to perpetuate the idea that it is ok to cope with an abusive boyfriend if he’s famous (which btw I don’t think it’s very nice to put people you admire in that situation, why the fuck would you want to write about Harry hitting you?) and it’s not ok. Never. I don’t care if it’s Harry Styles, Tom Holland, the Pope or the fucking future king of England. Enough with this “ride or die” shit. 

Conclusion: Nothing justifies abusive behavior. Stop romanticizing that shit.


When Harry is so much of an overprotective Dad, he doesn’t even know who he is anymore.

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Make Daddy Proud

A/N: ” harrys girl who has a HELLA MAJOR PRAISE KINK!!!!!!! plz and thank uuu”  Enjoy!

  “Harry! I got a ninety-seven!” I heard Y/n squeal from the living room. “Way to go, babe!” I praise and quickly place the shirt i just folded into my drawer. I laugh to myself and make my way over to where she was. I turn the corner and see her standing in front of the coffee table with her phone in her hand, she had been refreshing her email all afternoon. She’d studied for thirteen hours straight prior to this exam so, one can only assume she wanted this very badly. Before she realizes i’m in the room, I scoop her up in my arms and spin her around. 

  “i’m so proud of you” I mutter, my face nuzzled between her neck and shoulder. She takes my face in her hands and looks me in the eyes. “Did I make daddy proud?” She squints at me. I throw my head back, laughing. Y/n giggles as I set her back down to stand on her own. She sits her phone down on the table before turning back to me. 

  “Of course you did, you’ve always been daddy’s little star.” I wink.

  She raises an eyebrow and starts to play with the hair and the nape of my neck. My hand travels down from the middle of her back to lift up the hem of her shirt and gently run my nails against the skin of her hips. She hisses and touches her forehead to mine. “How come you never reward me, then?” she asks, nibbling on her bottom lip. 

“A lip bite? Very original” I tease.

 Y/n smirks and reaches her hand between our faces. She brushes her thumb over my lip “I could always bite yours, would that be more exciting?”

  She ignited a fire in me with a single sentence. I sigh, not only because I felt myself getting harder by the second, but because she had made me feel like a teenager again. All she did was was ask me a risque question and i’m already as hard as a rock. Sadly, I can’t say this is the first time its happened. She glances up at me through her lashes and waits for my response. “Why don’t you help me find more ways to make you proud, yeah?” she suggests, gesturing for me to sit on the couch. I know where this is going. That particular look in her eyes is a look i’ve seen before. Pupils dilated, lips nice and wet, breath shallow.

She gets down on her knees in front of me and wastes no time dragging my sweatpants down. I’m not wearing boxers today, I figured we would get a little hot and bothered at some point today (it being our only free day this week, and all) and I wanted to make the process less tedious. I’m thanking myself a million times internally. I take my shirt off rather quickly, my eyes glued to her, anticipating her next move.

  Y/n doesn’t bother pulling the trousers all the way off of my legs, she lets them pool at my feet. She takes my cock in her small hands kisses the tip, she lets some spit dribble out and onto the head before swiping over it with her thumb. The very same thumb she had used to toy with my lip not too long ago. I can’t stop the hiss that slips out, today is not a good day to prolong the foreplay. I very well might cum before the good stuff starts.

  She takes notice of my sensitivity to her touch and cuts to the chase, lowering her mouth down on me. Her tongue laps at the veins of my shaft and she knows how to apply just the right amount of pressure with her teeth. I feel them graze me as she brings her head back up to my tip. 

‘ah fuck..that’s good baby” I pant. She whimpers on me, her hand squeezing the base of me. She loves when I praise her….this could be fun. I decide to take it up a notch. What harm could a little more motivation do? 

“shit baby i- mm fuck you take such good care of your man, don’t you?” 

She nods lightly, my dick still lodged in her pretty mouth. I reach down and caress her cheek with my finger. “so fucking good, princess” I groan. She’s enjoying this. I can tell by how her eyes light up every time I speak. “You’re licking me with the same tongue you use to give th-those big speeches at school” I started, her eyebrows furrow. She has no clue where i’m going with this but continues to bob her head up and down. 

“That mouth is pure gold in and outside of the bedroom….you please daddy in every single way” This seems to do it for her. She lifts her mouth off of me and stands up to take down her yoga pants. 

“Come on” is all she spits out at me before walking towards the bedroom. I jump up, kicking my own pants off.

When i enter the room, I see her lying down on the bed, her panties around her ankles. She’s rubbing herself with one hand and beckoning me over to her with the other. I stride over to the bed, tugging at myself as I do so. “You getting ready fo’ me?” I ask her, she nods quickly. She seems so excited and i can’t hide the smile spreading across my face. I climb on the bed and toss her pink panties somewhere behind me, she doesn’t hesitate to open her legs up for me. Welcoming me in, inviting me. 

I decide to skip the foreplay and get right to business. I run my swollen head up her slick folds, forcing an incredibly loud moan from her when I stop to tap on her clit with my member. I let out a breath I didn’t know i was holding when she pushes her shirt over her breasts and begins to knead at them. I line my tip up at her entrance and push in slowly, making sure she can feel my every ridge. She arches her back when I fill her completely, stretching her to no end.

“You’re taking daddy so well baby” I groan out. I lean down to suck on her neck. “K-keep talking, Harry” she pleads. I kiss my way up to her ear and nip at her lobe a bit, filling her to the peak with every stroke. “You always get so wet fo’ me” I slow down a bit, it appears that all this praise is starting to get to me as well. I sit back up and hike her knee up so I can thrust even deeper than before. This time, I can feel her walls squeezing me, I also feel myself pulsating inside her. I’m getting close.

“You’re gonna make me cum baby ahh…ooh yes” I hiss. My thrusts are noticeably unsteady at this point but i’m fighting it. I want to make sure she finishes first and judging by the way she’s clenching around me, she’s just as close as I am if not closer.

“fuck harry oh!….mmh please” her hands are scraping at my forearms that stand on either side of her head, making it harder for me to hold myself up. I place my hands on the head board and pull out of her almost completely before rolling my hips back in to meet hers. Again and again and again until I have her body trembling beneath mine. She’s begging me not to stop. She’s pleading for me to cum with her, and my body betrayed me by obeying her orders. The muscles in my abdomen tighten and I clench my jaw shut.

”cum for me ahhh….f-fuck that’s a good girl ”

I feel my toes curl as the white sensation builds up. 

Then it hits me like a wave. “ooh Y/n fuck yes..fuck baby yess ahh” I cum in long, hot spurts with her still tightening around my cock. I kiss her slowly feeling my heart return to its natural rhythm. I lean up and move her hair from her face before dipping down to kiss her nose. “That was intense “ She laughed. I nod, still a bit winded. I pull out of her and grab one of the clean shirts from the pile I was folding earlier; I use it wipe us both clean. Thankfully, we didn’t soil the sheets this time so I happily climb under the covers and wait for her to do the same. She rests her head on my tattooed swallow and tangles her legs up with mine. 

“All this because of a test, I wish you would score this high all the time” I tease.

“Yeah? Well I wish you would finish folding the laundry…” she snickered


So this is something I’ve been working on over the weekend. It’s dirty so if you don’t like spanking and dirty talk, this isn’t for you.

WARNING: Mature content

You were being ignored and you were also extremely horny and needy which didn’t go good together. Harry was in the home office doing god knows what and you had barely seen him all day apart from the quick breakfast together this morning and then he had locked himself in those four walls. You had agreed with yourself to give him time to do what he needed and then you would interrupt after a couple hours. You had given him plenty of extra time to deal with business and now you were just growing increasingly impatient by the second. You had checked your emails, read a book, cooked- everything you could think of but nothing could take your mind off the throbbing discomfort between your legs.

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The one where you know what you want.

Finally, the fifth addition to the Divorce Series AU. I was inspired by two books written by Colleen Hoover, ‘November 9 and Hopeless’, I highly recommend giving it a read. They are amazing.  Let me know in my ask box if you guys are enjoyed this part. ENJOY! :)

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Dear Mummy

I’m honest with you guys; I cannot deny that I have not cried a bit while writing this! Some of you will probably hate me but just know I do it already myself! :D In this story Harry and Beau are a family! I really hope you like it! And leave some feedback behind!!! And let me know if you cried :D (Picture is not mine!!!)

Harry went up the stairs to his daughter’s bedroom to check up on her and to kiss her goodnight at the same time. She suspiciously went to bed earlier than she normally would do. Also the whole day she was acting strange. Harry noticed that Beau was quite still after he got her from school if you consider how talkative she normally is. As he asked her about it, she just shrugged her shoulders, telling him she was absolutely fine but just exhausted by her day. Harry didn’t bring up the topic again because he didn’t want to pressure her, if she wanted to talk she would tell him, but he was clearly sure that something must have made her upset.

He slowly opened the door to his daughter’s room and was surprised as the lights on the ceiling were still on. His eyes searched for the little girl and he found her lying in her bed, her back turned towards him.  

“Bub, are you still awake?” He asked quietly however he got no answer from her side. It was very quiet in the room, so quiet that you probably could have heard a pin falling onto the ground. Frowning, he moved closer to her bed and when he was close enough he discovered that her shoulders were slightly shaking, followed by a heavy sob escaping from her mouth. Beau could not hide her façade forever, not from her dad who knew if something was wrong with her and finally broke down in front of him. Everything she had gone through a few hours ago was crushing onto her like a heavy brick.

Harry instantly tore her from her lying state as he cradled her on his lap, pressing her firmly against his chest as he gave her countless kisses on her forehead. The young girl held onto him like he was her only living source and so many tears were falling from her eyes as she cried. Harry had never seen his daughter so upset before.

“It’s okay, bub…” He tried to soothe her, running his hand through her long curly hair that she inherited from her daddy. “Wanna tell me why you’re crying?” He took her young face between his warm hands and caught every falling tear with his thumbs. Seeing his little girl in this state made him want to cry himself. Harry could never stand seeing his loved ones suffering, especially not his princess. He would tear down the entire planet if that meant that he could see her smile again. By now he just noticed the fluffy teddy bear under her left arm and he could only assume what it was about. She only cuddled against her that specific toy when she was missing a certain person. A person she loved with her whole heart as much as Harry did. Because it was a gift from her.

They were sitting in this position, father and daughter holding each other, until Beau’s crying died down slightly and her breathing became normal again. Her eyes met her father’s gentle green ones and she somewhat lowered her gaze in shame. She hated crying, crying made her weak and vulnerable but it was a human thing. No one could suppress their feelings forever. Beau just wanted to be Harry’s strong little girl and not a whiny little thing.

“I’m sorry, daddy…” She sniffled.

“There is no reason to be sorry, princess. You know it’s normal to cry sometimes. Now, what happened? What made you so upset, hmm?”

Only the thought about the event that went on earlier caused new tears appearing in her eyes. She did not want to think about it anymore but the wound that had been caused was too fresh for her to ignore. She was just a little girl. How could she deal with pain properly?

“Aww beautiful, just speak to me. I’m here for you, you know that.” He kissed her forehead again to encourage her. Beau took a deep breath, but her voice still sounded very shaky.

“T-today in s-school Mrs. Riley suggested preparing a little gift for mother’s day. She said this time we should send them to our mummy’s instead of giving it to them personally. Then, o-one of the mean girls just said how I wanted to send my gift to mummy since there’s no mailman for heaven. A-and they made fun of me the entire d-day. Even though our teacher warned them and told them how disrespectful their words are, they still didn’t stop. Macy told me that mummy did not love me, that’s why she left and she is probably happy where she is without me.”  She began to sob again. “Is that true, daddy? Is that why she left us? Is that why I have no mummy anymore?”

Anger boiled in Harry’s veins and he wanted nothing more than to scream at the children who bullied his little girl and planted nonsense into her innocent mind. He wanted to yell at their parents for raising bad-mannered children who just had no idea what he and Beau had gone through the past year. How could they make fun of a little girl who just involuntarily lost her mother? This is not only disrespectful towards Beau but also his wife. Harry clenched his teeth in rage but tried to keep his composure. That was not the best time to freak out in front of her.

“Never, munchkin.” Harry said hoarsely. “You’re classmates were being very mean to you. They just have no idea. Mummy loved you from the bottom of her heart and she would have never left you voluntarily. You were the most important person in her life and she loved being a mother to you.”

“Then why did she die, daddy? Why did she leave us?”

“Because heaven needed her, you know? Heaven always needs the most beautiful humans in the entire world.”

Beau buried her face in the crook of his neck. “But I need her too, daddy. I want mummy back and I miss her.”

He sighed. “I know, little one. I miss her too but one day, I promise we’ll see her again and we’ll never leave each other. Never again. We’ll be happy forever and ever. Just you and mummy and I. But I want you to know something and keep this forever in your mind. You will always have a mother, no matter if she’s here or not, mummy will always be your mummy, okay? Because if it wasn’t for mummy, you wouldn’t be here. There is no way you can’t have a mummy.”

He took her tiny hand into his and led it between her chest. “As long as you keep her here, mummy will always be there. She’ll never leave us, bub. She’s watching over us and protects us from bad things.” He bent forward to place another soft kiss onto her forehead. “Now, no more crying love, alright? I bet mummy wouldn’t want us to be sad.”

Beau responded by only nodding her head. Harry laid her back into her bed carefully and stayed beside her as long as she needed him to be with her. She asked him if he could tell her stories about the past which Harry gladly complied and the more he told her about him and his wife the more in love he felt with her. And actually, this was the most painful thing. To love somebody unconditionally but not be able to show it. When Beau finally fell asleep with a smile on her lips and cuddling her teddy bear, Harry gave her a one last kiss on her cheek and covered her up tightly so she wouldn’t catch a cold in the night.

The weather was a bit windy and rainy recently and he wanted to prevent her of becoming sick.

He closed the door carefully behind him and made his way back downstairs. He was still beyond mad and if something like this should happen again, he would not hesitate to make the responsible person’s life a living hell. What the fuck was just wrong with the world nowadays? Harry could not understand.

Taking a bottle of wine and a matching glass from the kitchen, Harry sat down on the couch in his living room. He felt the pain that he tried to suppress for almost one year now creeping its way onto the surface. How many nights had he just spent crying himself to sleep, just wishing it all was a dream? How many times had he just insulted and cursed at the drunken man who just took the love of his life away from him? How many times had he just wished that it was the man who painfully met death’s eye instead of his love? It took him so much strength, so many therapy sessions and so much compassion to come the point where he was now. Acceptance. Even though it was too hard, Harry had to accept that she was gone. Gone physically but never emotionally. Sometimes, Harry could tell he felt her close nearby, often hearing her voice and this made him question his mental health.

Pouring a bit of wine into his glass and taking a gulp out of it, Harry just decided to rummage through some family albums that he had not touched since the incident one year ago. The pain was still fresh back then and he didn’t dare to look into them in fear that he might break.

He randomly just opened one page and the picture he saw took his breath away. There she was, his beautiful wife smiling happily at him. Harry still remembered taking the picture like it was yesterday. They had been at a family wedding and she was 8 months pregnant with Beau. Harry remembered how stunning she looked and that he could not tear his eyes away from her the entire day. All his attention was on her. She wore a slight pink evening dress that Harry had the privilege of choosing it for her. Pink was the new black for him and he was proud of finding a perfect dress for her that she also liked.

She smiled happily at the camera, her one hand being placed protectively over her belly as if she was afraid something could happen to their unborn baby while she steadied her other hand on her waist. She wore a floral wreath on her perfectly made hair and her beauty shone brighter than the sun. She was so excited to become a mother that her happiness radiated out of her. Harry wished he could turn back to that time, just to see her that happy again.

A tear dropped on his hand as he traced the outline of her flawless face. “I miss you, darling.” He sniffled, wiping away the tears that followed after the first one. “I love you so much, my perfect wife.”

How much he wished she was there with him. Holding her tight was what he wanted, kissing her soft lips was what he desired and loving on her was what he longed for.

Countless times he just asked himself what he had done that fate and life at the same time punished him with that kind of pain. Harry was always kind and respectful and supportive however life just rewarded him with the worst. Life had kind of been unfair to him and Harry had no clue why.

When Harry got the call from the hospital, being told that his wife was involved in a car crash, his whole world fell apart. He wasted no time and rushed to the hospital with a racing heart but unfortunately it was too late.  All he found was a soulless corpse of his wife and doctors who wished him their deepest condolences. He dropped on his knees, cried and screamed until he had no voice anymore. Harry couldn’t even remember how he made out of that hospital that fateful night, or how he could make it through the funeral. His inside was numb the entire time. He never wanted to feel any emotion again.

Another problem was how he could just tell his little girl about her mother’s passing. It was definitely the biggest challenge in his entire life. Seeing his little Beau mourning over the loss of her mother tore his heart apart even though he was convinced that there was no heart left anymore. His wife took his heart a long time ago. He never wanted to see Beau in that state ever again. He had to be strong for the sake of his own health and especially for Beau. They got all the support they needed and life was getting a bit easier from time to time. But it would never be the same.

Turning the pages over, he looked at the next photos, often smiled or even cried at some point. All these moments that were pictured on them crushed onto him heavily but Harry gladly accepted them. Remembering all these beautiful moments he was able to spend with his wife and Beau; that was something he was proud of having the pleasure to experience it with them.

The last picture and the more recent one was taken last year a few months before the accident. Harry took his family on a vacation to the Maldives and they spent some wonderful family time over there. Their last one as a complete family. All three of them were smiling into the camera, Harry laying his arms lovingly and protectively over his wife’s shoulder while she had Beau pressed against her chest. They looked like a perfect family which they truly were. Harry had never been in love with somebody that much before.

When his wife came into his life, he learned another side of love. A love that he would have died for.  From the first moment he laid his eyes on her, he already knew that she was the one he wanted to spend a life time with. And when he found out about her death, he wished it was him who died that night. He would have sacrificed himself if that meant that she could live.

“I really hope you’re fine wherever you are, angel.” He whispered into nothingness. “We miss you so much but I know that you are patiently waiting for us and I cannot wait to have you in my arms again. I swear I will never let you go, love. I love you. More than you’ll ever know.” With these words snapped the album shut and put it back into its place.

In that night, Harry felt more at ease as if his wife was lying right beside him and covering him with her warmth.

A few weeks later, when mother’s day finally arrived, Harry and Beau found themselves in the cemetery. Beau had made something special for her mother and was very excited to lay it onto her grave. Harry had bought the prettiest roses that he could find and it honestly was a huge bouquet that he carried along with him. His wife only should get the best from the best.

When they were standing in front of her grave, Beau let go of his hand and slowly walked towards the space where her mother was resting. She carefully laid her gift onto the grave.

“I love you mummy.” She said quietly. “I hope you like my present for you. I worked really hard on it.”

“Happy mother’s day, my darling.” Harry said, placing the large bouquet carefully next to his daughter’s present. His fingers traced over the cold grave stone where his wife’s name was written on. “We love you dearly and we miss you.”

Beau also placed a little note next to her present. Written by a little girl’s hand, it says:

  To the loveliest angel from all angels, my dear mummy.


I’m really not sure about the ending but I didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer! Thank you for reading and for being so excited about me writing again after months of nothing- it means the whole world and more (also thank you if you’ve even bothered to read this boring, sappy note). 

Enjoy my lovelies and let me know your thoughts, I’m quite proud of the most part of this xx

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Only If

REQUEST : Write something where y/n had done something bad to harry and thats why H suddenly became cold to her and he makes it hard to earn his trust back but then y/n got into an accident? - Anon

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Cup of Tea

I wrote this, like so much of what I have backlogged, a little over a month ago. It was largely inspired by the filth @inkedferns and I spew at each other, much of which happens when we don’t even have the excuse of being intoxicated. I wasn’t going to post it just yet, especially not so soon after It’s About Chances, but I was feeling #thirsty today, so…. It’s… it’s PWP. There’s no purpose. Just smut. x. 

Warnings: Daddy!Kink. Explicit. It’s not the most hardcore daddy!kink ever written, but there’s no beating around the bush. So, if it isn’t your cup of tea (Harry’s not the only one with jokes), you might want to skip out. 

There’s also spankings, and there’s a reason I have a “rings on please” tag”. This was the chicken to the egg.

You don’t try to piss Harry off very much. You love your happy, smiley, doting boyfriend. He’d been absolutely thrilled when he said the next stop on the tour was near you (relatively speaking) and you offered to fly to see him. You’re not sure you’ll ever forget how he’d hugged you so tightly he’d lifted you inches from the floor in the airport, and you’d been hoping to hold onto that version of him.

The thing is, he’s not even looking up from his phone. You’re in his suite in his hotel – a beautiful suite in a beautiful hotel – and he’s not even looking at you. He’s lounging in his chair at the breakfast table, still in his pajamas of a t-shirt and boxers with you adjacent to him, snickering and snorting as he scrolls through text messages and Twitter and tries to find the perfect, one line, corny as all hell joke that will fit inside of 140 characters. His social media accounts have become art for him – fitting The Aesthetic Trend very neatly – and it amuses him to curate them so carefully.

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I’ve Always Been Home (Part 2)

I Have Loved You Since One Shots:  I’ve Always Been Home (Part 2 of 2)


(Part 1)


“Who are you?” You asked, so quietly, it came out as a whisper. You could feel the tears brimming in your eyes. You had never felt so deserted, so vulnerable, and so useless. “I know you’re not just a friend. You sleep here every night, and every time you look at me you look like I’ve hurt you.”

The tears were now brimming in his eyes. He could see and feel the pain this had brought you. He knew how much you hated feeling defenseless and for so long he let you feel that way. He hadn’t even begun to surface the cause of the accident.

“I’m your fiancé.”

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