#harrisonblurbs

[duskholland]

Can i request maybe haz seeing you out playing with his niece and nephew in the backyard and he's talking to his mom about you being the one and getting a ring and she asks if he has one and he does and is showing it to his mom and its all fluff

this is possibly the softest request I’ve ever received. thank you for making me swoon over this entire concept lol. I'm really proud of how this turned out tbh. it's fluff central over here.

-- clearing out my askbox -- 

Harrison’s had plenty of nice moments in his life, but he swears nothing will ever beat this day.

It’s early July, and the sun is beating out across his back garden. The flowers seem brighter than normal, the grass greener too, and all of his friends and family are standing out in front of him. It’s his birthday, and you’ve organised a large get-together of everyone he loves the most in the world. He’d almost cried when you’d led him out onto the patio, blind-folded and completely in the dark to your plans, just to reveal the banners, and the people, and a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday. He’d known the moment that you’d squeezed his hand and asked what he thought, that you are, quite simply, the best thing to ever happen to him. 

Harrison loves you, with everything that he has. He loves you so deeply that it’s almost intrinsic, and he wishes he could cling to this moment forever.

“Are you having a nice birthday, love?” 

Harrison looks up, blinking a few times as he sees his mum beside him, a knowing smile on her face.

“It’s lovely,” he responds, chuckling as he digs his hands into the pockets of his shorts. “I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Phil smiles, reaching up to pat his shoulder. “This was all Y/N,” she says. “She organised this whole thing for you.”

Harrison lets his gaze wander across to you, as he’s done frequently all afternoon. You’d started out by his side, but eventually, Charlotte had convinced you to come and entertain their cousins with her, and you’d been strong-armed into making the rounds with her instead. He’d watched as you’d chatted away with his sister, the both of you laughing like best friends until Charlotte had pushed you down onto a picnic blanket with his niece and nephew, winked, and left you to deal with them yourself.

You’re still out there, half an hour later, playing around with a wooden toy plane, entertaining two toddlers who are looking at you like you’re the world. You make small noises, imitating the plane as you zoom it around, entertaining the kids. Harrison can hear their bubbling laughter from across the garden, and he swears he’s never felt so content in his life.

“She’s perfect,” he finds himself saying. He forces his eyes away from you, a stupid smile on his face.

“She’s good for you,” his mum replies. “I’ve never seen you happier, Harrison.” There’s a brief pause. “I think she’s the one.”

Harrison bites at his lower lip, trying not to smile too widely as he nods. “Come inside,” he mutters discreetly. “Let me show you something.” He leads his mum back into the house, and they stow away in the linen cupboard. Harrison digs through the towels for a moment before procuring a large beaten shoe box. He rummages through it and then procures a black velvet box. “I got it last week,” he admits, passing it to his mum. “Do you think she’ll like it?”

Harrison’s mum gasps, her fingers carefully opening the box and exposing the glistening engagement ring. “It’s beautiful, Harrison,” she coos. Harrison’s surprised to see tears in her eyes. “She’ll make such a lovely bride.”

He blushes, taking the box back. Before he hides it away again, he takes a moment to admire the ring again. He’d been so nervous all day, dragging Tom into jeweller after jeweller. Neither of them knew the first thing about engagement rings, but the moment Harrison had seen this one, he'd known it would be perfect wrapped around your finger. He grins to himself as he pushes it to the back of the cupboard.

“I just hope she says yes,” he admits, scratching at the back of his neck as he walks out from the cupboard, his mum trailing behind. “I don’t know what I’d do if-”

“Oh, there you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Suddenly you’re in front of him, eyes wide with curiosity. Your gaze flickers out between Harrison and his mother. “What are you both doing in there?” You ask.

Harrison’s mum gives you a kind smile. “Just having a discussion,” she says. She presses her hand to your shoulder as she moves past you, adding, “Wonderful party, love. You did a great job.”

You mutter out a few words of thanks before returning your attention to Harrison, the two of you left alone in the hallway. “You’ve been acting quite suspiciously this week, Haz,” you point out, crossing your arms across your chest. “What’s going on?”

Harrison moves forward, his hands finding an easy hold on your waist as he kisses you softly, letting his lips linger against yours for a moment. You sink into him, the confusion on your face melting away as you wrap your arms around him.

“I love you,” he says, a whisper against your lips. “Thank you for everything you do for me.”

You let your hands move up to his curls. A light chuckle falls past your perfect lips, and Harrison swears it’s the most angelic noise he’s ever heard.

“Of course,” you say simply. You kiss him again softly. “I love you.”

[duskholland]

Heyy

For Harrison osterfield

Something along the lines of the reader being shy with being loud so tries to cover up her moans but Harrison somehow makes her feel comfortable idk something along those lines

-- it’s nsfw night --

warnings: nsfw, obviously! a brief discussion of past bad lovers, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap - condoms are an important barrier against STIs as well as unplanned pregnancy)

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“Why’d you always do that?”

Harrison’s beneath you, his arms wrapped around your bare waist, holding you flush against him as you ride him eagerly. On his face is a bemused expression, painted by his ruffled brows and the small pout on his lips.

“Do what?” You pant, your mind not entirely there. You’ve got him buried in you up to the hilt, and it feels incredible.

“You hold back your moans.” His voice is grounding, and it slams you back to earth. You stop your movements, biting your lip as his tip brushes up against your g-spot. “See! You just did it again.” He’s not speaking accusingly - instead, it’s with concern that your boyfriend stares at you. He hesitates before leaning in to kiss you softly, a hand shifting up to cup your head. “Why don’t you let me hear you? Do I not… Do I not make you feel good enough?” When Harrison pulls back, you meet his eyes and see them full of insecurity.

“No, no, no.” You’re quick to dissuade this, bringing your own hand up to push the messy curls from his face. He’s flushed - a rosy pink blush spread out over his cheeks - with his eyes blown wide from lust. “You make me feel amazing, Haz.” Your eyes shift away, embarrassment heating your face as you shrug, struggling to wade through your thoughts as well as comprehend the fact that he’s nestled up deep inside you. “I guess, I’m just… Scared? My, uh, well, someone I was with once said that they didn’t like hearing me, and I guess I don’t want to annoy you.”

Harrison coaxes you back around, his thumb skimming over your lower lip. “Well, whoever said that is a dick,” he says, drawing a loose laugh from you. His eyes are soft, loving, and he presses his lips to your forehead. “You would never annoy me, darling. I love you.” His voice pulls a little darker. “And I’d love to hear you when I make you feel good.”

Slowly you nod your head. “Okay,” you agree. You kiss his cheek and then grind down against him, gasping. “You wanna switch?”

“Sure.” With ease, Harrison pushes you down onto the bed, his length slipping out of you. You whimper at the loss, but then he’s spreading your legs and sliding back inside, with one, slick thrust. You let yourself moan, and the action of the noise travelling up your throat feels amazing. “Fuck, love.” His face is above you, and you watch as his jaw flexes. “You sound absolutely divine.”

With his words at the forefront of your mind, you try to loosen up and properly enjoy yourself. Without having to worry about controlling your volume, you find the whole experience immensely more exciting. Your mind is free to spin off into dizzying depths, and all you need to concentrate on is how good it feels each time his pelvis slams against yours, his member exploring you, working you open. It’s as if every time you make a noise, it spurs Harrison on, and with the gyration of his hips coupled with his hand on your clit, it isn’t long until you’re on the verge.

“Oh my god,” you cry out, gripping at his back. The muscles flex to touch, and you enjoy scrabbling at them for purchase. “Shit, Haz, keep doing that, and I’m gonna-”

You can’t finish the sentence as you find yourself tipping into climax, the orgasm coming on suddenly. You whimper, tossing your head back as you moan and bask in the warming sensations that rock across your centre. Harrison continues to thrust into you, spilling as you’re ebbing away from your high, and you’re moaning at the slight overstimulation until he slows down. As he slips from inside you, you gasp softly, panting for breath as he flops down beside you. His lips press over your shoulder, and you gaze down at him adoringly.

“You’re amazing,” he tells you, “And I want to hear those sounds for the rest of my life.”

You giggle, leaning down to meet him in a kiss. “Okay,” you agree, carding your fingers through his hair. “I think that can be arranged.”

[duskholland]

being bratty to haz and as punishment he fucks your thighs, cums in your panties, and makes you pull them up and wear them for the rest of the day 🥵

don’t speak to me. don’t touch me. I've not been the same since this entered my askbox.

nsfw, 18+

-- clearing out my ask box --

warnings: dom!haz, thigh fucking, general filth...?

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You love riling Harrison up, love the way his jaw flexes when he gets really annoyed with you, the way his voice drops deeper. His entire demeanour changes when he gets like this - his blue eyes dark pools of glinting tension, his actions more forceful, more focused. It ignites a heat between your legs to see him like this, encourages you to take your teasing further, even when he warns you:

“If you keep that up, you’re not going to like what happens.”

The words he’d spoken half an hour churn through your brain, and each time you recall him speaking them, it only spurs you on. You’ve been acting a brat all day - clinging to him all morning, sticking to him like glue all afternoon, pouting and talking back at him whenever he’s questioned you. Harrison knows exactly what you want - recognises the lustful, floating light in your eyes, the way your voice is softer, higher. He knows you’re kicking off for attention, and he’s willing to oblige it - but on his own terms.

“Love.” Finally, he breaks. Harrison stands up from the sofa, effectively unsettling the hand that you’d had playing around on his knee. “Go to the bedroom. Get the lube.” He doesn’t look at you - not even a glance in your direction - and you know from that alone that you’re fucked.

When he walks into the bedroom a few minutes later, you’re ready for him. Standing in front of the bed, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. A crack of arousal spreads up your spine when he looks at you, icy blues digging deep into your soul. The warmth wets the front of your panties, and you let yourself admire him as you hold out the bottle of lube, smirking softly. Harrison looks good today - wrapped in a tight grey t-shirt and his jeans. You want him desperately.

“Take off your trousers,” Harrison says. When you hesitate, his gaze hardens. “Now, Y/N.” His own slender fingers slip down to his jeans, and there’s the telltale sound of metal unbuckling. “You’ve been a fucking brat, you know that, yeah?”

“Sorry,” you mutter. As instructed, you shed your trousers, still holding the bottle of lube in hand. You don’t like his demeanour tonight - Harrison is different. Usually, when you act up, he bends you over the nearest piece of furniture and takes care of you with his hand. You enjoy it - enjoy the feeling of his palm coming down over your ass, over and over. You enjoy it so much you always end up ruining his jeans, which is maybe why he’s taken a different approach. Maybe he actually wants to punish you, tonight.

“You aren’t sorry,” Harrison replies, chuckling at the end. He’s bare from the waist down, his hand wrapped easily around his cock. He leisurely gives himself a few pumps, humming slightly, and you can’t stop yourself from staring at the sight of his fingers, long and stocky, wrapped around his girth. His ring glints as he touches himself, and your desire to step forward and help him almost takes over. “Give me that,” he asks, nodding towards the lube, “And then turn around and face the wall, hands up against it.”

You move into the position, spreading your legs as you stand against the wall, hands up. You can’t see him, only hear him - hear the popping of the cap, the sound of the pump. Your heart’s beating almost painfully in your chest as Harrison approaches, lingering just behind you.

“Push down your panties, too. Not the whole way, though” Harrison asks, voice raspy near your ear. You do as he says, heart in the back of your throat, your body pulled tight with anticipation as you push your panties down. They stop at the bottom of your thighs, resting just above your knees, and he hums contentedly. “Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, hm? Good to know you can follow instructions when you want to.”

“What are you doing?” You ask, thoroughly perplexed. Harrison nips at your earlobe, and you gasp, enjoying the feeling of him standing so close.

“‘S might be a bit cold,” he mutters. You look down, and you watch as he brings a large palm, wet with lube, up to your thighs. You shuffle further apart as he coats your tender flesh in a copious amount of the fluid, wincing slightly at the cool sensations. “Good.” There are a few further kisses to your ear, then you watch as Harrison reaches out for a nearby towel and wipes off his palm. Both of his hands find home on your waist, holding your hips beneath your shirt, and then he slips his cock between your legs, grunting as he slowly starts to fuck your thighs. “I’m teaching you a lesson, darling.”

“Wait, what?” You don’t like it. Don’t like the sight of Harrison’s full cock, red and flushed, sliding between your thighs, don’t like the grunts of enjoyment that he’s depositing right into your ear. His grip on your hips is tight, and he uses you easily, pulling you back against him, denying you of any satisfaction as he gets himself off.

“I told you to stop,” he rasps, his voice thick. “Earlier, when you were being a brat, remember?” He waits until you hum in agreement. “Said you wouldn’t like what’d happen, didn’t I?” 

“But this is mean,” you whine. You can feel his ring, cool against your flesh, and the bite of it makes you throb. His cock presses up against your hot pussy lips, teasing you, never quite slipping up to touch where you need him the most. Your clit throbs sadly, neglected, and you can feel wetness forming at your entrance. “You’re not even going to touch me?”

Harrison’s back at your ear, his lips briefly pausing to kiss a bruising hickey against your skin. “I am touching you, darling. And you know what I’m going to do?” 

“What?” 

He’s sloppier now, his heavy pants ringing out across your ear. The grip Harrison has on you is tight, his cock sliding freely against your skin. You know he’s close, and that fact makes you whimper.

“I’m going to cum, all over your thighs, and your panties, and then you’re going to pull them back up and wear them for the rest of the evening.” He chuckles when you gasp, and you feel him nod his head, his blonde curls brushing at the side of your face. He’s thrusting quickly now, panting, urging himself nearer to a high. “This is a punishment, love.” Harrison kisses your neck. “You’re not supposed to enjoy it.”

And you really don’t enjoy it when he cums with a yell of your name, his forehead dropping against your shoulder as he ruts against you. Your eyes watch his tip as his cock throbs, thick white ropes of his cum landing on your thighs, dripping down to your panties. Harrison watches as you begrudgingly pull up the material, makes you scoop up his cum and the rest of the mess and wipe it onto the fabric. He kisses you briefly, his lips cool against your own. 

“Don’t be sad, sweetheart,” Harrison mumbles, cupping your cheek. His eyes are hard, dancing with an amused light. “You’ll get your fun later.” His other hand goes to your panties, and as he presses against your heat, you feel the filthy mix of lube and his cum press up against your aching slit. “You’ll just have to wait a while, first.”

[duskholland]

OK BUT U MARKING UP HARRISONS BACK DURING CRAZY ROUGH SEX AND AFTERWARD YOU FEEL BAD BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT YOU HURT HIM BUT HES ACTUALLY REALLY ON

-- clearing out my inbox --

18+ !!!! nsfw warnings are beneath cut :)

warnings: rough sex, spanking, biting, scratching ?? it’s not rlly /that/ intense tho

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Harrison’s got you pressed into the mattress, your face buried in the pillows as he takes you from behind. He’s got his hot fingers holding your hands together behind your back, his other palm burning into your side as he ruts into you harshly, fucking you on his cock as you whimper and writhe against the sheets.

“Y’like that, eh?” He mutters. When you only moan in response, his hand falls down over the curve of your bum in a harsh slap, causing you to clench around him. “Dirty little thing, aren’t you? I know you love it when I fuck you like this.”

Before you met Harrison, you were always reserved when it came to intimate moments. Your past lovers treated you like you were delicate - always with soft caresses and gentle touches - and though you like being held and cocooned and adored, once you started dating Harrison, you discovered a whole other side to you. He likes it rough - likes anchoring you down with his arms and his lips - and as it turns out, you like it too. You like it a lot.

The sound of his pelvis smashing against your core slows down, and you gasp for breath as he pulls you up. Your back presses flush against his chest as he sits you there, your chest rising and falling as you stay absolutely still, his length lodged deep inside you.

“Love it,” you say, your words falling together, “Love it so much, Haz.”

“‘Course you do, darling.” He’s turning you suddenly, your bodies temporary disconnecting as he pushes you back onto the mattress, this time with your back against the bed. He enters you again, the movement fluid and comfortable due to the slick that wets your thighs, and you mewl at the feeling. “I want you to be nice and loud for me, alright? Can you do that?” His hand caresses your inner thigh as he rocks into you slowly, drawing out the deep movement.

“Yes,” you mumble, gripping at his back. “Fuck me, Haz, please. Need it hard.”

He doesn’t hold back. With a hungry fervour in his glistening blue eyes, Harrison’s quick to comply with your wishes. You find yourself grabbing at his back, pulling him closer as he holds your hips and pounds into you. The noises of your bodies coming together, over and over and over again flood the bedroom, coupled with your pants and his groans. It’s messy and intense, and he bites over your shoulders as you cling to him, your nails digging into the skin of his back.

“Shit, ‘feel so fucking amazing wrapped around me,” he mutters, straight into your ear, “So tight and snug for me, aren’t you?” Harrison tilts his mouth to yours and kisses you roughly, his tongue pushing into your mouth. One of your hands snakes down to fiddle with your clit as the other scratches over his back, your skin hot and sweaty as he absolutely rails you.

You pull away from his lips to gasp out a shaky, “Shit, shit, Haz, keep doing that,” as he adjusts the angle and the curved head of his cock strokes up against your g-spot. You quiver, clinging to him with shaky fingers as your hand rubs furiously over your clit.

“Hm? Is my baby going to come for me?” He coos. His hand pushes up one of your thighs, opening you up a little wider, and it makes your head snap back, arcs of pleasure on the verge of releasing. “Let go, love. I want to feel you coming for me.”

You climax with a yelp, your hand running over his back as your entire body erupts with a hot, persistent pleasure that takes your breath away. Harrison slams into you continuously, and the pulsing of your inner walls around him draws his own climax from him. Your sweaty hands hold him close as he peaks with you, your sweaty bodies twisting together.

“Shit,” you mumble, panting for breath when he slips from inside you. You give him a large, lazy grin as you fold your legs together and stretch out your arms. “That was so good.”

Harrison leans up to peck your lips, a warm grin on his face. He looks fucked - his blond hair all sweaty and his curls falling across his forehead, but he radiates a content glow. “I love you,” he says, kissing you again for good measure. “I’m going to take care of this,” he says, gesturing to the condom, “Do you want some water?” He stands up slowly.

“Yeah, y- oh my god, did I do that?!” Your voice twists upwards in horror as your eyes settle over Harrison’s broad back, drinking in the sight of some very large, red scratch marks stretched across his pale skin.

Your boyfriend turns around quickly, quirking an eyebrow. “Do what?”

You beckon him back, and he carefully approaches the bed again. “Sit down,” you ask. You shift across the mattress, opening up space beside you for him to rest. Upon further inspection, you can tell that it was, in fact, you who marked him up. When you press a few tender fingertips to his back, he hisses, and immediately you feel awful. “I’m so sorry,” you start, your eyes wide and your heart racing in your chest. “Haz, fuck, I didn’t even realise-”

“Shh.” He twists around, taking your hands in his as he looks at you earnestly, those big blue eyes full of warmth. He kisses your knuckles slowly, padding his thumbs over them afterwards. “It doesn’t hurt,” he tells you. His lips quirk into a smirk. “In fact, I quite like them. I like it when you mark me up, makes me feel like I’m yours.”

You swallow deeply, his words sending a throb of excitement through your sensitive core. “You do?”

Harrison nods, and he leans nearer to kiss you softly. “Yes, love,” he whispers against your lips. “Feel free to do it as much as you want.”

A grin flickers out across your lips. “Will do.”

[duskholland]

Obsessing over roommate!harrison’s hands. That’s it. Take it wherever you want. (but you know where my mind’s at 👀😅)

harrison’s hands are my number one kink. thank u so much for enabling this filth, laura.

18+ !!!! contains nsfw material.

-- continuing blurb night --

It’s not like you’d intended to develop these feelings for Harrison, it had just sort of... happened.

When your now-roommate had responded to the ad you’d put up on Facebook, you’d thought he was a little bit too good to be true. Harrison had turned up to the showing in a designer coat and he’d laid the charm on thick - and before you’d really had time to think about it, you’d ended the encounter by inviting him to live with you. He was moved in by the end of the week, and every day since has been an adventure.

You get on well. Very well, in fact. You’d go as far to classify him as one of your best friends, which is an issue now, because somewhere between signing the lease and today, you’ve managed to develop this absorbing, fervent lust for him, and now you can’t seem to be able to stop looking at his fucking hands.

There’s a lot of things to admire about Harrison, but his hands are your greatest weakness. Whether they’re wrapped around a glass, or drumming over the kitchen table, or passing you the salt shaker, your eyes are just... drawn there. His fingers are so long and stocky, and your stolen glimpses send your mind swirling down the gutter. You imagine watching the veins flex as his fingers travel all over you, grabbing at you, pulling you close, stroking against your inner walls-- and it’s utterly seductive, and completely consuming.

And as if the strong lines of his hands aren’t enough, his ring is a source of your suffering, too. The silver metal glints beneath the lights in the kitchen, and it always garners your undivided attention, because it’s very easy to imagine what it’d look like pressing up against your cunt, the cool metal burning against your hot hole.

You think you’re very inconspicuous about it. Harrison doesn’t seem to notice your fixation on his hands, or how you sometimes swallow particularly harshly every time he runs his fingers through his hair, but maybe you were too distracted by his movements to ever realise that - whilst you were watching his hands - Harrison was watching your face, and observing your eyes clouding over with lust every time he articulated something with his hands.

So he teases you a little bit, just because he can, and he enjoys making you squirm because he wants to see how far he can take it before you snap.

He goes all out. Letting his hands rest on the small of your back, his fingers rubbing small circles over the tender skin when your hoodie rides up. He makes a very conscious effort to keep pulling at his hair whenever you’re around just so you get the full view of his knuckles curving and his muscles clenching, and his fingers tousling up his strands. When he realises you have a thing for accessories, he starts stacking more layers of rings all across his stocky fingers, and he starts religiously wearing his watch around the flat because he knows just how much you love seeing the rich leather strap wrapped around his wrist.

It all finally escalates when you’re cooking together, and you get a spot of sauce on your chin, and you ask him, very nicely, to get it off for you.

“You’re so messy, Y/N,” he mumbles. Harrison draws his hand to your face, and he bites at his lower lip as he sees the way you’re watching him move. He draws his fingers over your chin and swipes away the bead of rich tomato sauce with his thumb, but instead of pulling away, he brings the pad of your thumb up and presses it over your lips. Your eyes darken and you part your lips, and he slips his finger into your mouth easily.

A small, trembling whine passes up your throat, and you suck around his finger eagerly. It feels heavy on your tongue, and Harrison presses it further into your mouth as you reach up and grab at his waist, your cooking forgotten as your mind clouds over.

“I know you like my hands, darling,” Harrison finally dares to say. The way you’re looking at him - all distracted, and aroused, with those large dark eyes confirms it. “I see you, when you’re staring at my fingers all the time.” You hum quietly, and you’d feel embarrassed if he wasn’t staring at you like he’s ravenous. “Do you want me to show you what they can do?”

With a desperate jerk of your head, Harrison dips his other hand down. Luckily for you, you’re wearing a short floaty skirt, so he’s able to keep his thumb resting in your mouth as his other hand slips up to cup your crotch. You whimper, the sound coming out muffled against his thumb, and Harrison swaps it out for his index and middle fingers instead, stretching your mouth out as you buck your hips down against his other hand.

“So wet for me already,” he whispers. He leans nearer to press a warm kiss to your cheek, his lips finding your ear a moment later as he adds, “Can’t wait to feel you around m’fingers, love.” He finally lets his digits slip beneath the waistband of your panties, and he gathers up the slick from your entrance before bringing it up to massage over your clit. As your eyes flutter shut, his tongue flicks out across your earlobe. “Keep your eyes on me, love. Want to watch your face as I fuck you, with my fingers in your mouth.”

You watch Harrison intently, enjoying the sight of his focused features as he alternates between rubbing over your clit and sliding his long, stocky digits into you. He stretches you out, and it’s delicious, and the fact that he’s got his other hand hanging from your mouth makes it even better. You suck on his digits as you moan, every inch of you crawling with heady desire as you start to grind down against his hand, your breathing hitching. With each long thrust of his fingers into you, the palm of his warm hand fucks up against your clit and it draws you close.

“Such a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” He murmurs, his blue eyes dancing darkly. Your lips are messy with spit and you struggle to keep his fingers in your mouth as your loud, building moans that threaten to spill out. “Pussy’s so hot and wet for me. Makes me wonder what it’d feel like to fuck you.” Harrison angles his fingers just right, and you find yourself reaching up and curling your fingers around his t-shirt, just so you have something to clench around as he rocks you to the edge. “G’nna cum for me, love? Let me feel you. Go on.”

His fingers slip from your mouth, and the kitchen fills with the sounds of your enjoyment as you release. His lips travel up and down your neck, kissing you, sucking your skin, drawing out your climax as you whimper and pulse for him, his fingers filling you to the knuckles as his thumb nudges against your clit over and over again. It’s electric - and after waiting so many months to feel his hands working you over, it feels incredible.

“Shit, Haz,” you stammer out, as he moves his hand away from your cunt. You watch as he finds your eyes and he enjoys bringing his digits up to his mouth and licking off your release, his pink tongue lapping up your juices eagerly. “Holy fuck...”

Harrison smirks. “Enjoy that?” He asks, and you nod immediately.

“Your hands are incredible.”

He moves in nearer, and you bite your lip as you find yourself on the receiving end of one of his intense, lusting stares. “They’re not the only part of me I think you’d enjoy feeling.”

You chuckle lightly and run your hands over the front of his shirt. “Oh, really?” You ask, glancing down to take note of his bulge. “Best show me what I’ve been missing out on, then.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

[duskholland]

For Harrison Osterfield: 18. I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they are you Angst: friends to lovers? Or something like that Thanks and have a nice day 😊

-- clearing out the askbox: fluff edition --

warnings: alcohol, a lil bit of angst but not really

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” / Harrison Osterfield x reader.

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You’re cold as you pace the street outside the club. Tears stream down your face, solidifying into ice before you have the chance to catch them with shaky fingers. Your heart is banging almost painfully in your chest, and you can’t stop thinking about him.

Harrison. Your best friend in the entire world.

He’d dragged you out clubbing with his housemates, promising he’d pay you back by getting you takeaway. You’d put up a hard front, but you’d have crumbled eventually regardless of what he’d offered you - you’ve always had a weak spot for Harrison. The drinks had started flowing and you’d been having a great time, but then Harrison had been approached by a girl - a very, very pretty girl - and he’d walked off. 

Alone and tipsy, you’d decided the best way to soothe your aching heart was by finding your way into the arms of a stranger. It hadn’t been hard to find someone, and you’d lost yourself in the music and the drinks and the dancing. You’d kissed them, kissed them hard, and recklessly, and pictured Harrison’s face there instead, only to open your eyes and look across the club to see him there, Harrison, staring at you with heartbreak in his eyes. 

Heart in your throat, you’d run. Run all the way outside, to where you are now, pacing, trying to piece together the shards of your aching heart. 

“Y/N.” 

You startle, clutching at your chest as you turn around to see Harrison striding towards you, making quick work of the distance with those long legs of his. He looks good tonight, in a black and white striped shirt and a pair of black jeans. There’s a rosy flush to his face and his eyes are wide with concern.

“Hi,” you say, feeling a little bashful. Your friend stops only when he’s in front of you, his heavy hands falling to your shoulders.

“Why did you run off? Are you okay?” Harrison asks, voice a low rasp. His eyes bore into your soul, and he shifts a hand to your face. “Why are you crying, love?” His fingers brush beneath your eyes, wiping away the juicy tears. 

His kindness and his compassion for you only makes your state worse, and you start sobbing again.

“Sorry,” you whine, embarrassed as you hide your head in his chest. Harrison wraps you in his arms, shushing you gently as he runs his hands all over your back.

“It’s okay,” he says, voice soft. He holds you close until you stop shaking, whispering quiet affirmations. “You can talk to me, Y/N. About anything.”

Maybe it’s the chill in the wind or the fact that you’ve got your face buried out of sight, but you find yourself feeling emboldened.

“Harrison, I… I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

There’s a very long pause, and you spend it with your face screwed up in a wince as you immediately begin to berate yourself for parting with those very personal feelings. Your mind spins off, thinking about how much you value your friendship, how much you care and love Harrison, and how much you’d hate it if this admission changes all of that. You’re about to snap and take it back when you feel him gently coax you from his chest.

“Y/N,” Harrison murmurs. His fingers pick up your chin, and he gently forces you to look at him. His eyes are so blue beneath the night’s sky. “Why would you do that, when you could just be kissing me instead?”

You look at him, eyes widening as his words sink in. “You… But you don’t…”

“I do.” An easy smile breaks across Harrison’s face, and you release a deep breath. “Love, I- I’ve fancied you for years. Just never thought that you’d want me like that.”

“Of course I want you like that,” you exclaim. “I love you.”

Harrison cups your cheeks in his hands, his ring feeling cool against your skin. “I love you too.”

There’s chilly condensation flurrying in the air as you lean forward and kiss him, deeply. The feeling of finally knocking lips with your best friend after so many years of pining and yearning is unlike no other, and you twist your hands into his hair as you hold him as close to you as possible. You can feel him smiling against you, his mouth warm as he kisses you, over and over again, stealing the air from your lungs until you’re panting.

“You’re a good kisser, Harrison,” you murmur, hardly able to get the words out through the giant smile on your lips.

He kisses you again, softly, mouth lingering against yours for a moment. “So are you.”

[duskholland]

Haz x reader, they are already dating. Haz is hella busy and stressed out and reader is just a mess and wants to help haz relax. (22. If i have to stop what i’m doing, you wont be able to walk for the next week. 62. Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this? - smut prompt)

-- clearing out my askbox ! --

Harrison’s sitting at the kitchen table, grumbling away to himself as he cards his fingers through his hair for the fifth time in a minute. A pair of clear-framed glasses sit on his face, slipping down his nose as he groans and buries his head in his hands, distant curses drifting through the air.

“Haz,” you call out, from where you’re sitting over on the sofa. “I really think you need to take a break.”

Your boyfriend makes a non-committal sound, and then you hear him typing again. You roll your eyes, sighing to yourself.

“I’m serious,” you add. “You’re going to stress yourself out.”

He’s been at it for hours, looking over contracts and sorting out the details for a trip away next week. As the minutes have stretched from morning to evening, you’ve watched him slowly grow more frazzled, and you really can’t take it any longer.

“If I stop, I’ll be more stressed,” he eventually replies. Still, he doesn’t look away from the screen, despite the fact that you’re draped out across the sofa, trying to get his attention. 

A pout finds your lips, but then you get an idea. 

“You will take a break,” you say, muttering to yourself. With hardened resolve, you stand from the sofa, eyes on Harrison. He looks cute today, even stressed, with his eyes wild and focused. He’s wrapped in a loose cable-knit sweater, the cream colour complimenting the dark ruffles of his hair. You want to walk over and wrap your arms around him - kiss him, hug him, love him - but you know him. You know that the only way to drag Harrison away from his work is to distract him in one, very specific way.

Keeping an eye on your unresponsive boyfriend, you reach down and pull off your hoodie, leaving you standing in a revealing tank-top and shorts. Your nipples stand out against the fabric, acclimatising to the cool air, and you roll your neck as you slowly begin to pad over to him. Harrison makes no sign to show that he’s seen you, too wrapped up in his work, and so you do as you desire - walking around the back of the chair, settling beside him. Your hands fall to his shoulders as you lean in, kissing his cheek softly.

“C’mon, champ,” you murmur, whispering into his ear. “Take a break.”

Your lips go for a little walk, trailing up and down the column of Harrison's neck, kissing his pale skin softly. You mouth at the tender point behind his jaw and he moans, the sound a rippling vibration that feels like music to your ears.

“Y/N,” he mutters, eyes temporarily veering away from the laptop. “If I have to stop what I’m doing, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

You smirk against his neck, sucking a very light pink kiss to his skin. “Wanna see what I’m wearing under all this?” You reply, rubbing your chest to his back. You kiss his cheek again, and then reach up for his laptop, shutting it before he can get in another word. “No more, Haz,” you beg. “Focus on something else. Destress.”

“Destress,” he echoes. Harrison’s eyes flicker to the laptop, and he reaches down to push it aside, shoving his notebooks with it. “Good idea, love.” He stands up slowly, and your hands fall from his shoulders as he rolls out his arms, groaning softly. Harrison looks at you, then the table, and then smirks. “Hmm, you know what I’m thinking?”

“What?”

Harrison reaches out for your waist, hungrily fixing his hands to your hips as he gently pushes you down to sit on the table. You kick up, widening your legs until he’s able to slot between them, both of his hands going to hold your face as he kisses you forcefully, fingertips dipping into your hair.

“I think I’m going to work out my stress right here,” he murmurs, eyes glinting darkly. He shifts closer, leaning over you until you can feel the outline of his bulge pressing against you. “I think I’ll take you on this table, right here.” Harrison rolls his hips to yours, and you whine as you feel his length against your crotch. “Needy for me, aren’t you? Are you going to help me out?”

You nod your head, your eyes wide. “Feel free to use me however you’d like, Haz.”

His hands shift down to your waist, and Harrison grins at you. “Oh, believe me, I will.”

[duskholland]

omg blurb night!!!!! what do you think about haz spending time with a female costar and maybe some rumours go around and reader gets jealous/upset and just loads loads of angst! (bonus points if it's all pinny and they aren't a couple, but ofc up to you!) 💛

this idea...omg. I got so into it. thank you so much for requesting!

warnings: alcohol consumption

-- continuing blurb night --

You know you have no valid reason to be upset, but as you spy Harrison chatting with his newest co-star across the club, it feels like you’ve been stabbed in the heart.

He’s got his head thrown back as he laughs, the sound muffled out by the banging tunes streaming through the nightclub, but it’s a noise you’re so familiar with that you can hear it rattling through your skull anyway. Harrison seems to lean in closer to her as she pulls out her phone and starts to show him something on the screen, and the sight of him bringing his hand up to rest on her shoulder makes you clench your fingers around your drink.

You might be a little bit in love with your best friend. Just a little bit. And to see him laughing and touching his friend so freely feels like you’ve had the air knocked out of your lungs, and suddenly you’re so jealous you can hardly breathe.

“What’s wrong with you?”

You glance to the side, managing a hard smile as you see your friend Harry there. Concern drifts through his stare as he nudges your shoulder.

“Nothing,” you reply, your voice chipping around the word.

“Liar.” Harry settles beside you, his eyes following the line of your gaze until he sees the offending figures of Harrison and his co-star, huddled up in the corner. “Ahh. I see.”

“What do you mean, you see?” You respond, gulping. You tear your eyes away from the heartbreaking scene playing out across the room to glare at him. When Harry wiggles his eyebrows at you, you scoff and down the rest of your drink.

“I know you think you’re very discreet, Y/N, but I’m not an idiot. And neither is Harrison.”

Your eyes round out with fear as your jaw loosens, a sudden feeling of dread pooling in the pit of your stomach. Harrison doesn’t know, does he? You’ve always been so careful, so intent on keeping your budding feelings under wraps so he didn’t find out and get all... weird about it. Because Harrison is your best friend, above everything else, and you would never do anything to jeopardise your relationship with him.

“What do you mean, neither is Harrison?”

Harry shrugs, his eyes glinting with something you can’t quite trace. “I’m just saying, if the two of you actually talked to one another, maybe you wouldn’t be standing here looking like you’re about to spontaneously combust.”

“I do not look like that,” you bite back. Your eyes shift back to Harrison, and you see he’s now moved a little further away from his co-star. The sight makes you relax. “Did you see the paparazzi shots, though? She was wearing his jacket.” You always used to be the one who got to wear Harrison’s jacket. “You can’t tell me that there isn’t something there.”

Harry just shrugs, and lands a chipper hand over your back. “I won’t pretend I know what his feelings are, but I do suggest that you buck up and just come out with it. And if not, at least try to look like you’re having fun, alright?”

You manage a weak smile. “Fine.”

The hours slip by, wasted away in the shitty West London club with sticky floors. You do everything in your power to avoid bumping into Harrison, which is dumb because he’s your best friend, but it hurts to look at him now. You spend a while fighting with your mind - analysing every single word you’ve said to him over the last month, regretting desperately that you hadn’t told him the second you felt something romantic for him, because now it appears it’s too late, and no matter what Harry says, you’re almost certain that Harrison feels something for his co-star. He’s by her side all night.

It’s not the best coping mechanism, but you decide to down a line of shots and dance the night away. 3am comes and you’re still going strong, despite the rest of the cast slowly peeling off and calling it a night. But you know that all that awaits you at home - in your flat, which you share with Harrison, of course - is loneliness and your thoughts, and you really don’t want to confront those, so more shots is your magical solution.

“Y/N, where have you been all night, I haven’t seen you?”

One moment you’re spinning around with Harry, the next Harrison’s face is drawing into focus. You grin lazily as your eyes take in his sweaty blond curls and his bloodshot eyes, but you frown as you see he’s staring at you with concern embedded over his beautiful, flushed face.

“Eh? I’ve been right here,” you shout out, voice barely cutting across the music. You giggle as someone bumps into your back, and your hands go out to land on Harrison’s shoulders. His fingers move up to hold your waist securely, and you stumble further into his arms. “You’re so warm, Haz, y’know that?” Your face presses into his shoulder as your hands trail along his biceps. “And strong. Have you been going to the gym?”

Harrison laughs heartily, and the sound is like music to your tipsy ears. He hugs you closer, and it makes your heart pang in your chest.

“Thanks, love,” he says, and you can hear the confusion in his voice, but instead you focus on the way he’s gently passing his hands over your back. When he speaks next, it’s directed to Harry, “How much has she had?”

Harry throws out a number that sounds remarkably too high, but you’re too content clinging onto Harrison to really care to correct him.

“Y/N. Hey, look at me.” Harrison’s back, his lips at your ear, and reluctantly you let him pull you out of his shoulder. “We’re gonna go home now, yeah? You’re sloshed.”

“But it’s gonna be cold outside,” you complain, eyebrows furrowing as you stare into his icy blue eyes. His gaze fills with mirth, and you bat at his shoulder. “Don’t laugh at me, Harrison. I’m gonna get cold.”

“Then you can use my jacket.”

Your grin sours immediately. “Ha,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest. You step back, Harrison’s touch falling away from you completely. “I thought you’d already given your jacket away.”

His face is the picture of confusion, but Harrison reaches out for you anyway and winds his arm around yours. “It’s checked in the cloakroom?” He says, gently guiding you towards the exit of the club.

“No, no, not that one.” You don’t even know if he can hear you, over the noise of the club, but that thought comforts you. “I’ve seen the photos, Haz. I know you gave your other one away.”

You’re in the cloakroom now, and you’re the only ones milling around. Harrison sits you down on the bench in the middle as he begins to trail through the line of fluffy jackets, his gaze continuously being pulled back to you.

“Those photos are bullshit,” he mutters. “The media see one thing and take it completely out of context.”

“But you let her wear your jacket. That means something.”

“Does it?” Harrison turns his head to you, a small grin widening over his face. “I let you wear my jacket. Hell, Y/N, I let you keep my jackets, and my hoodies. Your wardrobe is full of my shirts. What does that mean, eh?”

Suddenly you become very interested in playing with your fingers. “So… You don’t like her?”

“Not romantically.”

You breathe out a large sigh of relief. “Okay.”

Harrison pulls you up from the bench carefully, and he wraps you up in his oversized jacket. You snuggle into the sleeves, and he stays standing in front of you, his warm hands travelling to your face. You freeze under the touch, your lips parting as you take in the way he’s looking at you so intently it feels like he’s drawing your heart up your throat.

“If you weren’t so hammered right now…” He starts, but he trails off with a sigh, and bites his lower lip.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Harrison moves one of his hands away from your face and tidies up a few strands of your unruly hair. “Let’s go home, okay?”

“What were you going to do?”

He’s looking at you softly, and he tilts his head to the side. “I was going to tell you something. A secret.”

“Tell me now,” you whine. He looks so pensive and reluctant, but beneath that, there’s something like adoration floating around his eyes. With a smile flickering out across your lips, you lean in nearer and add, “I promise I won’t remember in the morning.”

And Harrison sighs, but you know from the way his eyes deflate that you’ve worn him down. He links his hands with yours and says slowly,

“I’m in love with you, Y/N. The only person I want to be with is you.”

And it doesn’t matter that you’re beyond drunk, because you know that there’s no chance you’ll be forgetting those words any time soon.

[duskholland]

For blurb night, thigh riding with Haz please!

18+ !!!! contains nsfw material. extended warnings beneath cut.

-- wrapping up blurb night -- 

this is kinda intense. contains dom!haz, orgasm denial, overstimulation, thigh riding. pls beware.

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It has to be the worst type of punishment he could give you.

Harrison’s hands are on your hips, his slender digits burning against your hot skin as he helps you along. He’s got his lips fixed to your neck, and he drags them up and down your throat, his touch harsh as he bites and sucks over your sensitive skin. Whenever he speaks, his words come out muffled against your neck, and the sound of his husky, commanding voice makes you whimper.

You’ve been a bit of a brat all day, and Harrison knows it. You just couldn’t help yourself. He’d left you alone in bed early in the morning, only to return later, all hot and bothered from the gym. He hadn’t let you shower with him - claiming that you’d just distract him and make you both late for work (which might have been true, but you’d never admit it) - and then he’d been avoiding your texts all day. Or, he had been ignoring them, until you’d gotten tetchy and sent him some nudes, and you’d received the very ominous reply of: you’re in for it later.

And now you are in for it, because Harrison’s decided the only way to put you in your place is to refuse you access to both his cock, and any orgasms you'd intended on having. This means that you’re completely naked, your soaked cunt pressing into the firm expanse of his thigh, and you’re whimpering as you grind down against his leg, the wetness leftover from your snatched orgasms slicking up his skin.

“Please, Haz,” you whimper. Your lower lip hurts from biting gnawing over it. 

You feel like you’re on fire: your body is hot and sweaty, your hair sticks to the side of your face, and your fingers tremble as you cling to the hoodie that covers Harrison’s figure. If the fact that he’s decided to remain almost completely clothed doesn’t make you hot - the fact that he’s decided the best way to get revenge is to bring you edge after edge after edge on his thigh makes you burn. You’re so sensitive now - your clit pulses weakly, your hole clenches around nothing, but he keeps going - using his grip on your hips to swirl your waist around.

And he’s enjoying it, the fucker. You know he is. 

Harrison finally pulls away from the base of your neck, and he licks his lips as he takes in the fucked out glint in your eyes. 

“Please, what?” He asks, his voice teasing. He brings a hand to your face and cups your cheek, brushing the tips of his large fingers across your cheekbone. “Tell me what you want, love, and I’ll see what I can do.”

You whine as you continue to grind down against him, your forehead dropping to rest on his shoulder as your clit pulses from the contact. It feels so fucking good, and you want to let loose and ride his thigh harder, but you know the moment Harrison realises you’re nearing climax, he’ll just stop you, and the sensation of your high ebbing away is unbelievably frustrating.

“Let me come,” you beg, your words a little slurred. “Or- or let me ride your cock. Please, Haz, I need- I need-”

“You need to play nice and accept whatever I decide to give you,” Harrison finishes. You can hear the smirk in his voice, and it makes you gasp softly. He passes a hand over your spine before letting it rest on the curve of your bum, and he grabs a fistful of your skin as he urges you along. You moan into his shoulder as he aids your movements, and your bud burns deliciously over the skin of his wet thigh. “Love, you know how this works. You don’t get to come until I say you can. And you’ve been very, very naughty today.”

You curl your fists around his hoodie as you feel your high beginning to build.

“Please?” You try, raising your tone and trying to sound as innocent as possible. “Promise I’ll be good, baby. I’ll do anything you want.”

“But you’re already doing exactly what I want.”

You groan, tears of frustration prickling at your eyes. You can feel your climax - swirling around in the pit of your stomach, threatening to spill, and your hips rut down against Harrison’s thigh as it builds quickly. 

“What do you want more?” He asks. “My cock, or an orgasm?” 

His question makes you feel optimistic, and you’re quick to squeak out, “Your cock, Haz, please.” If you’re being honest, the fact he’d be willing to give you either surprises you, but you aren’t about to complain-

“Too bad.” 

Just as you’re about to fall over the edge, Harrison reaches up and grabs at your waist, stilling your actions. You cry out as your orgasm swims away. 

“Fuck,” you mutter, your voice shaking.

Harrison coaxes you away from his shoulder, and he peers at you with those deep, hard eyes. His lips quirk into a small smirk as he runs his hands through your hair, his thumb going to rest on the curve of your lower lip.

“It’s going to be a long night,” Harrison tells you, his words filling you with arousal. You shiver, and he bites his lip, raising his eyebrows as he tilts his head back towards his thigh. “Better get back to work, love.”

[duskholland]

my mouth or my fingers lmaooo im not sure what just please do something with that i can't b r e a t h e

“My mouth? Or my fingers?” -> Harrison + lazy morning shenanigans

18+ !!!!

A long, hard poke to the back of your shoulder makes you stir from your sleep. As your eyes slowly blink open, you groan softly. The light streaming in from a slat in the blind slowly coaxes the rest of your senses awake, and you stretch your arms out in front of you with a satisfied moan. A sleepy smile finds your mouth as you feel Harrison’s strong arms around your waist, pulling you nearer him, his lips finding your ear easily.

“Have an interesting dream, m’love?” He mumbles, bringing a large hand up to push your hair away from your face. You shift in his arms and turn over to face him, your heart beating softly in your chest as you he gives you a small smile.

“What are you talking about?” You bring a hand to his face, trailing a finger over the curve of his lower lip as his icy blue eyes meet yours intently.

“You were making noises,” he tells you, prompting you to bite your lower lip.

“What kind of noises?” You ask, voice a little breathless. You try your best to think about your dream, but that space inside your mind is blank already.

Harrison chuckles, and the dark glint in his eyes makes you shift a little. Suddenly you become aware of yourself, and its as if the rest of your body is only just waking up as you feel a wet heat between your legs and realise that your panties are clinging to your folds uncomfortably. Your eyes widen.

“Some moans,” he teases, fingers brushing against your waist. “Maybe a couple of words, here and there.” He leans in and drops a warm kiss to your cheek, one of his hands drifting lower. You make a noise somewhere between a moan and a whine as he cups your heat over your pyjamas, bucking your hips down to feel the pressure. “Want some relief?”

“Please.”

His lips find yours in a slow burn of passion, your fingers going up to twirl in his sandy curls as you feel him trail his digits to your waistband.

“My mouth? Or my fingers?” He mumbles against your lips, the question causing you to breathe heavily.

“Fingers,” you say decisively. “Keep your mouth up here.”

Harrison’s lips close over yours again, and you enjoy the feeling of your mouths moving together, the movements slow and lazy and delicious. You love the way your mouths slot together, his chapped lips catching with yours in a heated mix of love and lust, and you decide that there's nothing nicer than waking up and immediately getting to make out with him.

“Fuck, darling,” he mumbles against your mouth. You whine quietly as his fingers drop beneath your panties and trail through your folds, pressing up against your clit. Waves of pleasure spread across you as he rolls your tender little bud between his fingers, his eyes watching your face hungrily. “Must’ve been a pretty intense dream to get you this wet.”

You buck your hips against his hand as he moves his fingers to your entrance, dipping in and gathering your wetness before spreading it up to your clit. Slow rubs turn to faster, more determined circles, and you find his lips again as you moan into his mouth. Your tongues fold over one another as you kiss languidly, Harrison’s fingers slowly working you closer to a lazy, warming high.

There’s no sense of urgency as you move together, your chest slowly beginning to move a little faster as his fingers work your body. You enjoy the way Harrison seems to savour it, the hand that remains on your cheek softly stroking over your cheekbone as he kisses you gently. Between your legs, his actions are a little stronger, growing even quicker as you begin to emit louder, shakier pants into his mouth, and it isn’t long before he’s pulled you right to the edge, your lower body shaking as he rubs your clit just right, and you peak with a breathless cry.

His mouth swallows your moans as you climax, warm pleasure shooting from your core and up through your body in the nicest way. He works you through it, teasing your bud until you’re too sensitive and shake him off, and then he encircles your waist with his arm and he hugs you closer, lips moving to scatter a few kisses over your forehead.

“Thank you,” you say, a sense of deep fulfilment settling across you. You gaze up at your boyfriend. “I love you.”

Harrison’s smile mirrors yours, his hand squeezing your cheek softly as he kisses you for a final, lingering time. “Any time, gorgeous.”  

[duskholland]

Some Haz and reader smut? Just soft and loving when your insecure after you gave birth🥺

this makes me soft || 18+ !!!! contains nsfw material.

-- it’s blurb night !! --

“You don’t need to hide, love. You’re absolutely stunning.”

Harrison’s reassuring voice brings a tender smile to your face, and you swallow back the lump in your throat as you look up at him through wide, nervous eyes.

“I don’t look like I used to, Haz,” you mumble, trying to loosen your grip on the top of the duvet. You know he thought it was odd when you decided to clamber beneath the sheets instead of staying on top of the sheets to fool around, but you hadn’t expected him to pick up on the source of your nerves so easily.

“You look beautiful,” he assures you. Harrison’s sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you with his warm, blue eyes that sparkle as they meet with yours. A warm, adoring grin hangs from his lips. “I love you, Y/N, and I think you’ve only grown more stunning.” He reaches up and takes your hand, his lips dusting your knuckles with a few light kisses. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

You give him a short nod, and Harrison slips beneath the duvet. He finds you easily, caging you in between his arms as he slides above you, nuzzling his lips against yours in a warm, tender kiss that only deepens as you wind your fingers through his sandy curls and pull him closer. His chapped lips feel smooth like silk, and you whine softly into his mouth as his wide fingers travel down to rest between your legs. Your thighs part subconsciously, and you whimper quietly into Harrison's mouth as he gathers the wetness from your flushed entrance and twirls his fingertips around your clit.

“I love your mouth,” he tells you, pulling away from your lips eventually. His hand continues to work between your legs, but his eyes are fixed firmly on your face, watching out for any signs of discomfort or insecurity. “I love your tits, too.”

You giggle as Harrison dips his head down, his lips pressing all over the curves of your breasts. He kisses your nipples, one by one, his tongue cheekily darting out across their perked tips and drawing short squeals from your mouth.

“Haz!” You exclaim, batting at his shoulder playfully.

“What!” He exclaims. “They’re so big, now,” he says, dark blue eyes meeting yours. The smile leaves your face as he slips two fingers into your wet entrance and starts to slowly fuck you. “Mm, I love the way you feel around me, too.” You bite your lower lip as Harrison continues his venture over your body, his fingers continuing to explore the walls of your silky cunt.

“And I love these.” His lips brush over your hips and stomach, to the lines of your stretch marks. He glares at you when you scrunch your nose up in disagreement, jumping in before you can say a word, “These show me that you’re alive, and that your body carried our baby.” He kisses all along the harsh lines, and it makes you swallow deeply. “You’re so beautiful, angel. I really wish you could see it, too.”

You bite down on your lower lip as Harrison’s hand presses your thighs apart, and he finally settles between your legs. His fingers momentarily disappear from inside you as he repositions, and when he glances up at you, his eyes are darker.

“And, of course, I adore your pretty little pussy.” He raises an eyebrow as you whimper. “Mind if I have a taste?”

His voice, all raspy and full of admiration, makes you weak. You nod your head furiously. “Go ahead, Haz.”

With gentle fingers, Harrison pushes your thighs further apart and tilts his head down. He leaves a series of teasing kisses all down your slit, before settling with his lips wrapped around your clit. Your eyes roll back as his tongue places delicate, teasing kitten-licks all over your bud, and it makes you fist your hands in his head as you moan softly.

“Shit, I missed this,” you tell him, twirling your fingers into his hair. The sight of Harrison nestled between your legs is so familiar, and already the sensation of his tongue lapping through your folds makes you feel a rush of heat in the pit of your stomach. “Mm, Haz, please use your fingers.”

He’s eager with his tongue, but Harrison pulls back for a moment, just quick enough to say, “Of course, m’love, anything for you,” before his mouth is back on your hot slit. He obliges, his long fingers sinking back into your wet hole and languidly fucking into you.

He takes his time. There’s no sense of urgency as Harrison coaxes you towards your high - rather, it seems he’s enjoying every pretty moan and whine he draws from your parted lips. He worships you, his tongue soft and hard and his fingers perfectly curved, and it isn’t long until his caresses and his hot touch bring you over the edge.

“There you go,” he says, voice drifting up from between your legs. “Let go for me, sweetheart.”

You cry out his name as his fingers stroke your walls, massaging your pulsing pussy as you come. He moans around your mound as his free hand pushes your hips down to the bed, keeping you still as he takes every last whimper and moan you give him. Harrison doesn’t let up until you’re completely spent, your breathing ragged and your eyes wild, and you’re pushing at his head.

“So pretty,” he tells you, slipping up your body to unite your lips in a steamy kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue, and it makes you cling to him tightly.

“I love you,” you say, your heart beating strongly in your chest as his clean hand cups your cheek and he stares at you adoringly.

“I love you too,” he replies, voice soft. He catches your lips in another warm kiss, and his fingers pad over the tops of your cheekbones. “I’m going to show you how much I love you, every day, until you start believing it again.”

There’s not much else you can do but twirl your hands further into his hair and bring him back to you in a long, hearty kiss, clinging to Harrison closely, thanking your lucky stars for matching you with someone as wonderful as him.

[duskholland]

I am convinced that “your heartbeat’s really loud” with Harrison would be the cause of my death, especially written by you😍 (it’s from the soft sentence starter list but I forgot the number sooorryyyy)

“your heartbeat’s really loud” - actor!y/n x costar!harrison

this one is a lil bit steamy so avoid it if that’s not your jam

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“Lights, camera, action..!”

You move across the set, walking determinedly. Your eyes are fixed on Harrison, your co-star, but you’re viewing him as Finn - your love interest. As you wrap your fingers around his collar and tug him in for a passionate kiss, you try to tell yourself that the reason your head feels so light and fuzzy is because you’ve managed to get ridiculously into character, but as you push him down onto the bed with trembling fingers, you can’t quite get yourself to believe that lie.

Acting out a passionate scene like this is always a bit awkward. But to do it with an actor that you’ve been crushing on for three months? It’s a little like torture. Because as much as you can enjoy the feeling of Harrison’s slender fingers digging into your waist and the sensation of his plump lips dragging over the expanse of your neck, you know that it’s not real affection and it never will be, and that’s just a little bit heartbreaking.

Nevertheless, you power through. Now you’re straddling him on the bed, his eager hands slipping beneath your shirt and exploring your sides. The focused light streaming from beside the cameras causes you to wince and close your eyes, and you bury yourself further in character as you try to focus completely and solely on Harrison. You’ve messed up his hair now, and the deep blond strands curl around your fingers as you grind down against him, the tension building between you. Just as you’re about to burst, he speaks his line.

“Who said you were in charge?” He speaks, voice raspy. And, like you’ve done in the previous five takes, his fingers find your waist and he flips you over, pushing your back into the mattress as he slips over you. His shirt flies off as he continues to kiss you, your entire body flushing with a hot, needy heat that could only be satisfied under different circumstances. His mouth is like magic and you find your fingers digging into his back as his tongue slips messily past your lips, and you find the line between acting and reality blurring as you cling to him.

It seems to end all too soon as the director yells out, “Cut!” And Harrison rolls from on top of you, collapsing down on the mattress beside you, chest heaving. “Take a break. We’ll continue in 30.” And then the bright lighting turns off and you feel the crew near you drain from the stage, leaving just you and Harrison, laying side by side.

“Bloody hell,” Harrison pants, tilting his head to you. You meet his dazzling blue eyes and manage a bit of a shy grin. “You’re one hell of a kisser.”

You shrug lightly. “It’s been six takes,” you remind, “I’m warmed up now.”

He smirks and moves a little closer, one of his hands moving up to rest over your waist. Under normal circumstances, this might have alarmed you, but this is Harrison, and you’re so used to him now that he could do anything to you and you’d welcome it. His fingers splay over your hip and he shuffles nearer, nuzzling in closer. When you raise an eyebrow, his grin widens. “I’m cold, love,” he murmurs, and you remember he’s still shirtless.

“By all means, use my body heat,” you tease. You can’t help but look at him a little flirtatiously, your body still taut and heady from your intense makeout session. It doesn’t matter that it was artificial: it still happened, and your body is still reeling from being held so closely and passionately.

Harrison doesn’t hesitate, and you stay still as he moves up to you and lays his head on your chest. Your hand automatically go to hold him to you, your fingers wrapping around the toned curves of his biceps. You settle down together comfortably, and your heart aches a little as you think about how forced this situation is.

“Hey, you know what?” Harrison says, voice slow. You can feel the smile in his voice as you hum. “Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

You stiffen. “Uh, um, yeah, I mean, it would be,” you bluff. “Just done some energetic acting.” Definitely isn’t beating because an incredibly attractive man is resting on you…

“Really?” Harrison repeats, teasing in his voice. You meet his eyes and see the mischief dancing over his face. “Is that the only reason?”

There’s no way he knows. Does he?

“Uhh… What do you mean?” You decide to turn the questions on him.

Harrison shrugs, which is a bit awkward given he’s stretched out over you, so he then pulls himself up and back onto his side. You shift onto your side to face him, and suddenly you become aware that you’re the only two left on set, and he’s shirtless right in front of you, his ringed hand still caressing your side.

“Just saying, I don’t think I’ve ever connected like that with someone before.” He looks a little bashful, and for the first time you see the tips of a rosy blush spreading across his cheeks. “Do you think there’s a reason for that?” But you hear the proper question in his voice, and it’s as if a weight rolls from your heart.

A soft grin rolls out across your mouth. “Maybe we just work well together, Harrison.” You inch a little closer, bringing a hand up to push the blond curls from his face. You catch his eye and feel the breath being tugged from your lungs. “Maybe… Maybe we should do this again sometime. Without the cameras.”

He raises an eyebrow but leans nearer nonetheless. “I think that’s a very good idea, love.” And then his lips are on yours, and the chemistry is right back there again. Just this time, the kisses are slower and less frantic, and you let yourself relax into his hold and bask in his warmth as you connect honestly and completely for the first time. And when you pull back to meet his sparkling blue eyes, you know your connection runs deeper than the surface.

[duskholland]

30, 28, 37, 51 from the from the assorted prompt list with Harrison. When you see what they are, you’ll think it’s funny, I think 😂

30. “It’s two a.m., why are you next to me?” + 28. “What do you mean you won’t sleep in the empty bed?!” + 37. “I can’t find my pants.” + 51. “Let me stay. Please.”

fucking hell I love this. bless you nonnie, you get my humour :D

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With a yawn you clumsily roll over, pulling your warm duvet after you. You snuggle deeper into the mattress as your head lolls against the soft pillow, your heartbeat beginning to slow as you finally inch close to sleep. Something must’ve woken you up, but you’re too tired to think about that now. All you want to focus on at the moment is sleeping.

Just as you’re about to slip off to sleep, your tired ears pick up on a rustling coming from directly beside you and you startle, one of your sleepy hands going out to pat the spot in front of you, and you shriek as you touch something warm.

“Fucking hell!” You exclaim, heart beating at a thousand miles an hour. You roll over and immediately turn on your lamp, your eyes wide and panicked as you turn back over and see-

“Harrison?”

The blond blinks his eyes open, wincing as he takes in the bright light. “Turn that off,” he grunts, burrowing his head into the pillow. Your pillow.

“It’s two am, why are you next to me?” You ask, sluggish brain reading the flashing lights of your digital clock. You rub at your eyes as you try to comprehend what you’re seeing.

Harrison, your best friend in the entire world, is finally back from filming abroad in Italy. It’s his first night back in your shared apartment, and whilst you missed him, you hadn’t ever banked on your first night back together being spent quite this together.

“I don’t sleep in empty beds anymore,” he mumbles, eyes shut.

You furrow your eyebrows together in confusion. “What do you mean you don’t sleep in empty beds?”

Harrison’s icy blues meet yours, sending a shiver down your spine. “Don’t like them. Too big, too cold, too… Just, they’re lonely, y’know?” He sighs. “Let me stay. Please?” He blinks up at you to smile cheekily and you feel yourself cave.

“Only because I missed you,” you grumble. You flick the light off and snuggle back down, somehow drifting a lot closer to him than before. His hand brushes up against your arm, and you sigh contentedly. You’d missed him a lot. “Don’t tell me you need to cuddle too?”

“I mean…” 

“Fuck’s sake.” There’s no heat in your voice. If you’re being honest, snuggling up against a warm, cuddly Harrison sounds fairly attractive.

He opens his arms and you inch closer, almost completely against his chest when- “Wait, uh, maybe don’t come nearer,” he mutters. “I can’t find my pants.”

You laugh loudly. “This conversation is ridiculous,” you say. Shrugging, you stop where you are, your forehead just near enough him to press against his shirtless chest. Harrison’s warm arms slip around your torso, and you find yourself sighing happily as he hugs you closely. “Goodnight, Haz.”

“Night, Y/N.” He squeezes you. “Thanks for being the best person ever.”

You smile sadly in the darkness, your heart aching for more, but your head knowing this is the best you’re gonna get. So you close your eyes and drift off slowly, your heart falling into a rhythm with Harrison’s, who’s laying beside you, wondering if you’ll ever reciprocate the feelings that set his heart on fire.