𓍼Summary: "Fuck it" can be your motto when all else fails.
𓍼Chapter Excerpt: "There was no misunderstanding happening here. You were drawn to each other. You were sitting right in front of him with somebody else's baby inside you, your whole life currently fucked beyond anything you could begin to sort out, and this ridiculously attractive stranger had no idea. He only knew what was in front of him, and whatever he saw was enough to keep him standing there."
Word Count: 6.3k
𓍼Warnings: None Really// Mentions of Alcohol//Austin Butler!Bartendar
𓍼Summary: "Fuck it" can be your new motto when all else fails. 𓍼Chapter Excerpt: "There was no misunderstanding happening here. You were dra
don’t be shy, write a one shot about a talk show host harry based on the new shoot that just came out (please)….
like the reader would be a famous model/pop star/actor and H would be flirt the whole interview, and after in the dressing room he would make a move (kinda semi public sex but we roll with it) and ask her out afterwards
like the whole cocky confident flirt (but not a playboy!) would just work ughhh
Dang! It’s kind of a busy week! But I’ll keep this for when I have time. I can already envision it! Thanks for thinking of me!! 🫶🏽
CW: Grumpy Harry, lots of fluff, banter, small age gap but the amount of years it’s specified,slight obsessive Harry, smut and just cuteness!
A/N: I’ve always wanted to do doctor Harry but I didn’t want to make it take place at the hospital so this is my take on grumpy doctor Harry! I hope y’all enjoy and please let me know what you think!✨
Summary: Harry comes home to the most important person after a long shift, you.
If you wanna read about grumpy Harry and his whimsical wife join the Honey Pot Tier today!✨
Pairing: older doctor!harry x massage therapist wife!reader Word Count: 12.1K CW: Grumpy Harry, lots of fluff, banter, small age gap but the
CW: Banter, over protective Harry, one moment of threatening violence kinda (Harry has an intense stare), smut and Harry’s just very intense oh and he kills people for a living but his wife doesn’t know.
A/N: There’s smut at the end so you’ll find the handy dandy link to finish it! This was fun and I’ve missed little killer Harry who just loves his wife! Enjoy this little snippet!!✨
Summary: You forget to put on your wedding ring while on vacation with your over protective husband✨
You let out a sigh as you roll over onto your stomach on the sun lounger, you prop your chin on your folded arms enjoying the way the sun is shinning down and warming your back. The sounds of the beach blur into a lazy hum of waves crashing, kids laughing and the faint whirring of the blender at the bar every few minutes. The smell of sunscreen and salt hangs in the air mixing with the kind of calm that can only come from the heat that makes your muscles loosen and your mind go pleasantly blank.
Beside you, Harry isn't lounging so much as occupying space like a guard post. He’s in the chair with his long legs stretched out with his book open but unread on his lap. One hand rests on the edge of your lounger, fingers just barely brushing your arm every few breaths in that absentminded constant way you’re used to. If he’s touching you in some form that means everything is fine. That’s just how it feels with him, how it's always felt with him.
“You’re scowling." You mumble into your towel.
“No I'm not—I’m reading." He answers a little too quickly.
“You haven't turned a single page.” That just earns you a small hum making you smile to yourself.
On the scale of Harry’s noises a simple hum could mean you’re right or that the book is terrible. There's also a slight chance it could mean everyone on this beach is annoying or he’s hungry. With him you’ve learned to read his silences more than his words or his little noises. Before you can ask him any sort of follow up question a shadow falls over you. You look up, blinking against the brightness just to see a resort staff member in a white polo and name badge smiling down at your chairs.
“Everything okay here? Need more towels?” He asks, voice cheerful in a well trained customer service kind of way.
“Yes thank you.” You say automatically, returning the smile.
“We’re fine.” Harry cuts in, vice clipped and cool.
The staffer’s smile falters under the weight of his tone. “Right uhm…well if you need anything—”
“We’ll ask.” Harry says, polite on the surface but his jaw is set while his sunglasses hide his eyes you know are glaring at the man in front of you.
The guy nods, his whole posture shrinking half an inch before he moves away a little faster than necessary.
You turn your head on the towel, studying your husband. “You know he gets paid to ask if we’re okay, right? It’s like… his actual job.”
Harry shrugs, keeping his eyes on the water. “He was hovering.”
You huff a laugh. “He said six words.”
“That's six words too many.” he mutters.
You shake your head amused because this is normal, Harry has a low tolerance for strangers, corporate scripts no matter how harmless and people who linger. Your friends joke that he was born with a permanent scowl on his face. You know his job working in some sort of cybersecurity position with Mitch in the basement of a giant cooperation doesn't help his outlook on the world. He tells you about it sometimes, how he sees the worst of what people are capable of in the form of hacking attempts hidden in emails and logistic codes, all of it only hardening his view. But with you, that scowl never quite touches. The look he gives you when you speak is a different thing entirely.
The "Pleasing Series" is on Part 8 over on Patreon!!
Word Count: 70.6k (Ongoing)
⬇ Latest Part⬇
˚ˋঌ˖A/N: The origin of their safe word "Leon" // Them watching porn drunk and reminiscing. We're getting more backstory this round. Loved working on this one!! The timeline for these two in my head has them meeting at the end of 1D(2015 LHH) and really starting to get serious and moving in right before he was about to drop his first album. They moved somewhat fast, but when you know, you know, they say.
˚ˋঌ˖ Chapter Excerpt: "His playful smile faded fast, moving close again, but even after everything you had just asked for, he still started gently. What got you more than anything else was how innate he was at pivoting between gentleness and intensity, neither one a performance of the version he needed to become in those moments; this was just who he was..."
˚ˋঌ˖Word Count: 8.8K
˚ˋঌ˖Warning: Mention of Porn/watching// Size-kink// Edging// Slightly Rough Sex.
˚ˋঌ˖A/N: The origin of their safe word "Leon" // Them watching porn drunk and reminiscing. We're getting more backstory this round. Loved wo
how do you think kisscorry would comfort you after a shitty day when you’re overwhelmed
It'd start with a hug that lasts longer than normal, his arms holding you together, pressing gentle kisses on top of your head, and whispering sweet things. He wouldn't pry, he'd wait until the day had melted off of you and you could finally open up.
Your favorite food would already be ordered and on it's way. For the rest of the night, Harry would make sure you had no more responsibility, he would take care of everything for you.
Whatever you wanted, he would accommodate. Running a bath, cuddling while watching your comfort movie, anything you asked, and he would provide it. If you asked to be left alone, he would give your hand a squeeze, reminding you that he was there if you wanted to talk, and he'd give you space. He'd be off strumming on his guitar, playing the same melody over and over, something familiar like Stevie Nicks or Elvis Presley. The soft strumming would be his way of telling you that he was there.
After the hardest part had passed, after the day no longer weighed so heavily on you, that was when Harry would work to make you laugh. Recounting some of his more embarrassing stories from when he was on tour or doing some of his terrible impressions of celebrities or making up a quick song about how he likes the smell of your armpits, he'd make a complete fool of himself if it'd get you to laugh. He couldn't shield you from everything, but he could at least make sure you ended your day with a smile.
