What it feels like to date Lewis Pullman's characters, but it's described using specific experiences.

Ingredients: ✰ Robert "Bob" Floyd, Rhett Abbott, Miles Miller, Major Major, and Harrison Knott. Warning: Contains mentions of food and vague PTSD references.

Robert "Bob" Floyd: Stuttered hello's and gazes trained on the floor. Sneaking out of social events in favor of quiet walks on the beach that end in being chased by an upset crustacean. The strum of a guitar as he plays you your favorite song. Shy smiles and binging movies. Sitting on opposite ends of the couch and gradually scooting closer until someone works up the nerve to rest their head on the others shoulder. Afternoon naps together and dramatic yawns until the other gets the idea.

Foggy glasses, niche fandom references, and inside jokes only you understand. Matching necklaces and otter plushes. Date nights to aquariums and zoos and sanctuaries. Borderline swearing and giggling at his poorly swapped words because he's afraid to say 'fuck'. Sharing embarrassing stories to cheer each other up. Always walking hand in hand. Kisses on cheeks and bear hugs that nearly swallow you whole.

Rhett Abbott: Wayward glances from across the bar and taking his hat off when he introduces himself to you. Spurs jingling as he walks you to his truck and him running ahead to hold the door for you. Watching him search for you in the crowd. Adrenaline-filled kisses that knock you off your feet. Greedily squeezing his biceps and hoping he doesn't catch onto you. Splitting gas station snacks and stopping by to see you while he's running errands. Kissing his bruised knuckles after a bar fight.

Putting his hat on your head and watching the way his eyes darken. Late-night drives and horseback rides across the ranch. Late-night conversations in the bed of his truck. A scruffy cheek squishing against yours to make you laugh. Dancing in the light of his headlights. Staying up late to listen to the thunderstorm rage on. Sleeping on each other's chests and stories about old scars. Matching necklaces and cowboy hats.

Miles Miller: Batting his eyelashes at you and forgetting to say hello. Glances out of corners of eyes and panicking when your eyes meet. Covering his ears during holiday fireworks and shaky hugs after an unexpected loud noise. Matching rings when you start dating. Carnival dates, stealing bites of each other's snacks, and buying a plushie from the store because neither of you could win the games. Sharing books and cozy sweaters. Rubbing your noses together when even kisses feel like too much for him to handle.

Pressing cold feet against each other in bed and giggling when the other yelps. Dissolving into tears over kisses against scars and bearing painful insecurities, all for the other to see. Sucking on butterscotch and seeing who can blow the biggest bubblegum bubble. Open-mouthed kisses across skin and whispering the things you love about each other. Snuggling him because he drank a milkshake, knowing his tummy would get upset later.

Major Major: Lingering glances at each other's lips, heads gravitating closer and closer, too shy to make the first move. Brushes of his hand against yours while you walk together. Knick knacks left on the dash of your car and in the crevices of your home, made just for you. Blurted Iloveyou's and frantic text messages that ask you on a date and the immediate panic that ensues. Him always seeking permission before touching you. Unprovoked compliments and nearly fleeing the room after.

Wide-eyed kisses. Shaky apologies for the hands that have landed on your waist. Matching sock collections and joining him on the floor when he's too nervous to get in bed with you. A handmade ship in a bottle with two little stick-men that resemble you and him. Fingers walking across naked skin. Fighting each other with action figures and fake swords. Toying with your fingers and his jaw dropping every time he lays eyes on you.

Harrison Knott: Being late to your destination and running right smack into each other. Frantic apologies after telling a really bad joke. Sand in your clothes and owning too many sandals to count. Custom Spotify playlists, homemade cassette mix tapes, and collecting CDs at yard sales. Taking polaroids of each other on dates and swearing at the seagulls who snatch your food from your hands. Shameless matching outfits.

Sitting in his lap at a bonfire and feeling his eyes rake over your frame the entire time. Sticking bows from gifts on each other. Deep sea fishing and getting seasick midway through. Him rolling on top of you to keep you from getting up in the morning. Late night skinny dipping and falling into the backseat. Big hands drawing you in for kisses when the whole world is watching.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you.” With Harrison? Pretty please? 🙏🏼

Harrison Knott, the man that you are! I’ve actually never written for him before, so I hope I did him justice!

Your lips curved into the faintest of smiles as you felt a kiss ghost across your temple, convinced you were having a lovely dream. But when you felt another kiss brush against your cheek, you started to stir, realizing that the warm, sturdy body hovering above yours was more fact than fantasy.

Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you lifted your head off the pillow, groggy and confused, especially when you glanced at the clock on your bedside table and registered the fact that it wasn’t even 6am.

“Harrison?” you mumbled with a yawn, barely able to keep your eyes open as you laid your head back down and curled up under the blankets.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispered, his voice low and tinged with a bit of his own sleepiness. “Just didn’t want to leave without giving you a kiss goodbye,” he chuckled sheepishly, one of his large hands coming to rest on your back.

“Leave?” you demanded, your eyes flying open this time. You sat up immediately and pointed out the window, where the canvas of the sky was just being painted with strokes of purple, pink, orange, and yellow. “The sun’s barely up,” you told him with a pout.

“I know,” he laughed, leaning forward to peck your lips. “But right now’s the best time to hit the beach before the tourists show up.”

It was only then that you realized your boyfriend was wearing nothing more than a pair of board shorts, the gym bag where he kept his wetsuit sitting next to the bedroom door.

“Don’t go,” you protested, pushing the covers back so you could lean forward and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. “Stay here. With me,” you grinned, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips for emphasis.

“I thought you wanted to sleep in,” he laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist and lowering you onto your back, stretching his massive frame out on top of you. “Hm?” he teased, dropping soft, open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

“I believe my exact words were, ‘I want to stay in bed all morning,’” you corrected him with a smirk. “Didn’t specify what we’d be doing.”

“Oh?” He lifted his head, gazing down at you with an arched brow.

“You can go surfing tomorrow,” you whispered, reaching for the drawstrings of his board shorts.

His breath hitched as he leaned down, brushing his nose against yours. “Staying in suddenly sounds like a really good idea.”

late night prompts

wip wednesday

rules: post the titles of your wips and run a poll to see what you should focus on first based on the titles alone

tagging: @sailor-aviator @sorchathered @mamachasesmayhem @attapullman

It's a Marshmallow World - Harrison Knott x Reader

A/N: My entry for @lewmagoo's Christmas Celebration, I wanted to keep it cute and fluffy and I figured since the movie is filmed in Hawaii, I'm making it that Harrison is from there too.

pairing: Harrison Knott x gn!reader

warnings/content: none, winter/Christmas-themed fluff, probably inaccuracies about Hawaii and snow (I'm Canadian but I tried researching???)

word count: 1.5k

“Ugh, I hate this song.”

You rolled your eyes as you heard the opening bars of John Lennon’s “Happy Xmas (War is Over)” playing from the wireless speaker sitting on the kitchen island. You pressed skip on your phone, shaking your head at each song after’s opening notes before finally settling on one. Harrison leaned forward on the island’s countertop and raised an eyebrow at you as he spoke.

“You’re not serious, are you? This is a classic one. Next you’re gonna tell me you hate It’s A Wonderful Life too, aren’t you?” He said teasingly, his deep blue eyes meeting yours with a questioning stare, eyebrows cocked slightly in mock disbelief.

“Of course you like It’s A Wonderful Life.” You retorted, rolling your eyes once again at your boyfriend’s taste in all things…well, old.

Harrison was an old soul when it came to just about anything relating to pop culture. He was the only person you knew who actually preferred cassette tapes and vinyl records, even CDs to streaming his music. He was one of the only people you knew who still had access to a VCR and a tape deck. He still created mixtapes over playlists and you’d almost always find him sitting on the couch watching some old movie you, and everyone else in your age group, had probably never heard of. It was part of his charm and allure for you - you loved that he was into the most niche interests, that he was always introducing you to new things, giving you a newfound appreciation for media you’d otherwise never truly encounter on your own. Before Harrison, you didn’t even know there were several channels on television dedicated to just playing classic films on a 24/7 basis, or that recording a song to a cassette tape from CD was a whole process, crafting the perfect mix was either a carefully throughout event, or a completely spontaneous act, recording whatever felt right. It was never anything inbetween - curating a collection of songs that worked together to tell a story was a work of art in itself, one that Harrison had mastered somehow. 

“Please, everyone likes It’s A Wonderful Life.” He scoffed.

“Not everyone, Harrison. Pretty sure you’re the only person under 50 who loves it.”

“Listen, it’s a great movie. We could sit and argue all day long about it, but it’s a classic for a reason, baby. Jimmy Stewart is unmatched. Meet Me in St. Louis is another great one, my mom always loves that one.” 

“I’m surprised you haven’t mentioned White Christmas yet.” 

“About that. I like it, don’t get me wrong. But I’ve never actually experienced a white Christmas, so the movie’s magic is sort of…lost on me,” Harrison frowned, shrugging his shoulders.

This was his first Christmas since moving across the US from his hometown in Hawaii to Washington, D.C. for medical school, and you knew better than anyone else that he was dying to see snow for Christmas. In fact, he was about the only person in the city who was sad when the weather forecast had predicted that Christmas morning would be uncharacteristically mild and sunny. Normally, he wouldn’t care what the weather was, but this time, being so far from home and not being able to get back for the holidays this year, he longed for the snow and winter sports he’d been promised when he had looked into the weather in D.C. before moving there. He sighed as he looked out the window each day as Christmas drew closer, with not a snowflake in sight. 

Harrison turned his attention back to washing up the dishes from tonight’s dinner. You padded along the hardwood flooring to the living room, looking out the window as you bit your lip absentmindedly, watching the sky for any sign of snowfall to appear. You furrowed your brow at the clear night sky, stars twinkling brightly as they dotted the darkness outside. You closed the curtain, smiling softly to yourself as you nodded your head once. You had an idea - a pretty farfetched one, but, one that would surely make Harrison feel a little less disappointed about not seeing his first white Christmas this year. 

You disappeared upstairs, searching the house for the tote of spare holiday decorations you had stashed away, unsure of where to place its contents earlier when you were in your decorating frenzy a few weeks ago. Rummaging through the plastic storage bin, you pulled out a large piece of white felt, intended as a base for your mom’s handmedown Christmas village that you’d set out every year as a child. She’d gifted it to you, and although you loved it, your small apartment didn’t have the space to display it. However, the extra fabric and faux snow and ice that came with it, you now knew exactly what to do with. 

Taking a pair of scissors, you began crafting and cutting the felt into snowflakes, thanking your lucky stars for your education degree and chosen career path of becoming a kindergarten teacher, allowing you to get creative at lightning speeds when required. Each piece of felt that hit the floor beneath your feet would come in handy, adding to your false winter wonderland that you were creating. After a few minutes, you’d created a few large snowflakes and a decently sized pile of scrap pieces small enough to sprinkle along the floor to mimic freshly fallen snowflakes in your living room. 

As Harrison was distracted with dishes and tidying the kitchen up, you got to work, hanging your felt snowflakes from some ribbon you’d found, leftover from Christmas wrapping, the strings dangling from the door frame, hanging down to look like falling snow. You sprinkled your pieces of felt along the floor, creating what would appear to anyone else, as a complete mess, but to you? To you, it was the white Christmas that Harrison had always hoped for, or at least, the best alternative you could create for it. 

Once satisfied with your makeshift snowfall, you set your speaker up in the living room, setting up a winter-themed playlist on your phone. You practically skipped your way out to the living room, calling Harrison’s name in a cheerful, sing-song lilt as he finished cleaning the kitchen counter.

“Harrison! Come with me for a sec, ok?”

Harrison raised an eyebrow at you, his toned biceps flexing as he folded his arms across his chest, his caramel brown sweater tightening on the curve of his muscles as he did so. Harrison reluctantly closed his eyes and took your hand, following you into the living room. As he opened his eyes, he went silent for a moment, before bursting into a laugh, shaking his head as he smiled and looked around.

“What is this?” 

“Your white Christmas that you wanted. I can’t make it snow, but I can pretend to at least, I figured it’s something better than green, muddy, mild weather outside.”

Harrison remained speechless for a minute before laughing again in disbelief.

“You’re something else, babe, but I appreciate it.”

As Harrison wrapped his arms around you tightly, he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, kissing your skin gently as he hummed softly.

“I love it, thank you.”

“I know it’s not much, but, I know how badly you wanted to have snow for Christmas too.”

Harrison continued to press his lips against your neck, leaving feather-soft,  gentle kisses to you, showering you with affection in thanks for your consideration towards his feelings. You knew a makeshift mess of felt and some kindergarten-level snowflakes weren’t going to make everything better, but, you made him smile, and that was all that mattered to you. 

As Dean Martin’s voice crooned out the beginning of It’s a Marshmallow World on your playlist, your eyes darted to the window once again. You couldn’t help but laugh half-heartedly as you shook your head, giving Harrison a playful swat on the arm to get his attention. His lips peeled away from your neck just long enough for him to gaze out the window, his eyes widening as he made his way closer to the glass to get a better view on what was happening outside. Large, white, fluffy specks were falling from the sky, beginning to coat the ground below in patches of white. 

“It’s actually snowing!” Harrison said with a childlike excitement to his voice, shaking his head as his sapphire blue eyes remained wide and full of wonder as he watched the snow falling, essentially, for the first snowfall he’d ever witnessed. 

You joined Harrison’s side at the window, unable to do anything but smile at his sheer excitement at the weather finally granting his wish two days before Christmas morning. You knew there was always the chance it could be gone and melted by tomorrow, but you didn’t want to burst Harrison’s bubble. Not tonight.

Tonight, you couldn’t help but fall in love with him even more as he watched the snow land on the ground, covering everything in a blanket of white as Dean Martin continued to sing in the background.

“In winter it’s a marshmallow world…”

Kinktober Day 13: Breeding || Harrison Knott/F!Reader

Breeding Summary: You make a request, and Harrison is more than happy to oblige.  1,155 words Female/AFAB reader (established relationship) Warnings: EXPLICIT MINORS DNI: Breeding kink, dirty talk, internal ejaculation, creampie, vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving).  Notes: For #kinktober2022. Reminder that these will not have part twos, or continuations. Please follow @wbslibrary​ since tag lists are gone. (I appreciate ya’ll so much but it was stressing me out, and I was worried I’d miss someone). Comments and sharing let me know you love me, likes are appreciated. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.  

You smile when Harrison’s arms wrap around you, pulling you back against his chest. He drops a kiss to your shoulder, swaying with you gently to the song on the radio. “Are you sure I can’t help you with the dishes sweetheart?” “I’m almost done.” You relax in his arms, letting him hold you close. “You have something on your mind?”

He hums softly, kissing his way up the side of your neck, sucking lightly at the spot just behind your ear that made your knees weak. “I do.” Harrison murmurs. “It came to me while you were cleaning up.” “Watching me wash up gets you going?” His chuckle rumbles from deep in his chest, raising goosebumps on your arms. “The apron gets me going. Your hips moving also does amazing things.” His hands slide up your torso, cupping your breasts lightly. “The way your nose crinkles when you’re listening to a song. Your humming.” “I thought I was off-key.” You tease him. “It’s still cute.” His hips rock against yours, confirming what you knew was on his mind. “You going to take me to bed, Harrison?” You turn the water off, drying your hands on a towel, before gently untangling yourself from him. He watches your movements, nodding when you ask the question. “Can I make a request?” The gentle grin on his face curves slightly, a wicked glint in his eyes. “What’s that?” “I want to feel you.” You lick your lower lip, stepping closer to him. He’s leaning against the sink, arms crossed over his chest, the sleeves of his shirt pulled tight. “Only you.” Realization sets in for him when your grope him lightly through the denim. His cock twitches under your hand, and he clears his throat. “Yeah?” He doesn’t move, watching you through half lidded eyes as you continue to palm him through his jeans.  “You want me to fill you up sweetheart?” His adam’s apple bobs when he swallows hard. “Fuck you raw, have you all to myself?” “Please, I want that.” “Bedroom.” His hands frame your face, kissing you softly. “I’m going to take such good care of you baby girl.” You’re not sure how the two of you manage to get to the bedroom. There’s a trail of clothing and crooked picture frames in your wake. You land on the bed, sprawling out, looking up at him shyly. He had gotten you down to just your panties, and he’s down to his boxers. His hands are so gentle as they move up your thighs, calloused fingers hooking the waistband of your panties, easing them from your body. “Oh sweetheart, you’re so beautiful.” Reverence and adoration are open on his face, his voice gentle, his breath brushing your stomach as he places gentle kisses to soft skin. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, kissing his way up the inside of your thigh. “Harrison,” your hands find his hair, tangling in it. He settles between your thighs, licking at lightly at your folds. Your head falls back against the pillows when his mouth seals on your pussy. He eats your cunt like he’s starving, licking and sucking, until you’re trembling against the mattress. Harrison groans, the vibrations sparking shocks through you. His hands grope at your ass, pulling you closer to his mouth, jaw working as he brings you closer to the edge. He sucks at your clit, humming with pleasure, groaning as you buck against his face, your orgasm tearing through you. He keeps it up until you’re tugging on his hair once more. He lifts his head, mouth and chin wet with your release. “I will never get tired of the taste of you sweetheart.” He kisses you, and for a moment you get lost in the taste of yourself on his lips. Harrison pulls away long enough to tug his boxers off, kicking them aside. His cock is hard, beads of pre-cum smearing against his stomach. “Please, please baby.” You whimper, reaching for him. “Fuck me please.” You bite your lower lip. “I want have all of you.” “You want all of me sweetheart?” He braces over you, nudging your legs further apart. “You want me to fill your sweet little pussy?” His lips brush against your ear. “You’d look so good full of me sweetheart. Fuck you raw, knock you up. So beautiful now, but carrying my baby?” He kisses your cheek, his eyes dark with pleasure.  “Soft and round, your tits heavy and delicious. You’re going to take it all.” You nod, unable to say anything but moan when he eases his cock into your aching body. Harrison kisses you, mouth harsh and demanding, urging you to give in. He licks into your mouth, tongue claiming you for himself. His full weight is behind each thrust, driving himself into you over and over, eventually you break the kiss to cling to him, nails digging into back. Harrison grunts when your nails scrape down his back, body moving against the bed with the force of his fucking. His hands urge your legs higher up his body, the angle of his thrusts changing. He fucks deeper, your toes curling as pleasure washes over you. Harrison growls, sweat dripping from his face, his hands gripping the headboard, using it as leverage. Desperately you grip onto his arms, feeling his biceps flex under your fingers. “Sweetheart, you’re gripping me so tight.” His voice is rough and low, eyes closed bliss evident on his face. “Come for me again, please darling, I need to feel you come on my cock.” It doesn’t take much longer for you to reach your second orgasm. You writhe under him, voice breaking, sobbing in relief as you come for him. Harrison continues to pound into you, even as you come a third time, quick on the heels of your previous orgasm. He collapses, holding his upper body off you, resting on his forearms as he comes. You can feel his cock pulse, twitching as he’s buried inside of you. He’s still, his forehead resting against yours. “You’re milking my cock sweetheart.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, breathless. “You want every last bit don’t you.” “I want it all Harrison.” You cup his cheek, feeling a little shy, despite coming for him three times, and the way he railed you into the mattress. “Want to make you a daddy. Give you a family.” He shivers, dropping his body onto you, staying buried in you. Harrison laughs softly, fingertips brushing along your cheekbone. “You feel so good right now sweetheart.” He kisses the tip of your nose. “Going to stay right here, like this with you. Keep you full of me.” “Only once tonight?” You card your fingers through his hair, teasing him lightly. “You’re not going to remember your name by the time I’m done with you sweetheart.” His grin is lopsided and sweet. “And that’s a promise.”

Bella sorry it’s slut hours in my brain but

Being completely inexperienced. And your older brothers friend! Harrison teaching you how to make out bye

ROBYN AHHHHH

We love slut hours, I can just picture Harrison is waiting for your brother or something and he had heard from your brother that you had a date earlier in the week so he asks how it went

Shaking your head you respond “it didn’t” and he asks why and that’s when you tell him you haven’t been on very many dates and they never went far enough to actually kiss, like actually kiss and your date could tell you were inexperienced because you were “shit” at kissing

That’s when he says how he was sorry it went bad and that your date was stupid, and you mumble about how “I’m never gonna date anyone because no one wants to date anyone with no experience”

Somehow he keeps trying to convince you that anyone would be lucky to date you till eventually he gets sick of hearing you talk shit about yourself. So he takes one of your hands and the other cradles your face.

His thumb starts caressing your cheek and you freeze, caught up in the ocean waves of his eyes. “Are you okay with this?”

And you nod before he rests his forehead against yours “… you give as much as I give… okay?” You nod again and the two of you start making out and eventually he cradles your face with both hands before mumbling “put your hands somewhere”

“Where” you mumble back

“Anywhere, on my chest…. My hair” and you opt for his hair and as you start making out more you shift closer to each other, you straddle his lap and start pulling on his hair

Oh Robyn babe, bless Slut Hours

good night 🤠

also -- i know that everything about press play is like an alternate timeline and shit but - alt timeline where harrison ends up going pro for surfing and there's this cute surf shack girl he is obsessed with in california and she's all he thinks about when he's home. (spoiler: you're the surf shack girl) and you two exchange digits the next time he's in california and well - drunkenly one night harrison starts sexting you out of the blue and you can't help but indulge in this once pre-med surf babe

FINALLY SOME HARRISON AT THIS SLEEPOVER!!

I live in AU Harrison universe where the movie plot doesn't exist at all. That's the only universe we should all be living in. Bless you for this thot, I have missed our beefy tit surfer man 🥵

And I'm SCREAMING at the idea of him spending weeks looking at your number in his phone, unsure if he should text, until he goes out one night with some surfing buddies and has one too many drinks.

Texts you a drunken "hi 👋" without a second thought. A few back and forths that are innocent enough, the edges of his texts alluding to a night at the surf shack.

It isn't until you're curled up in bed, expecting him to the be the same, when you see the "u in bed?" text.

Followed shortly by a photo of him in his own bed, shirtless, soft shorts riding low on his hips, thick, tanned, and absolutely gorgeous.

You aren't stupid, you know you're getting a treat, so it only makes sense to reply "just got comfy" with your own scantily clad selfie.

Barely even fifteen minutes has passed, the texts getting more seductive and flirtier with each new text bubble, when you're treated to a photo of a thick, veiny cock, red with need, that you know you need inside you.

You might need to take a trip.

The Smallest Things - Part 1

Summary: A chance encounter on the first day of your new job leads to something wonderful and unexpected.

Pairing: Harrison Knott x Plus Size!Librarian!F!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Rating: Gen, but future chapters will be explicit and include the reader’s loss of virginity to Harrison, 18+ only. In this chapter there is blood, minor injury to the reader, fluff and references to body insecurity issues.

A/N: Thank you N and @callsign-phoenix for beta’ing, @skvatnavle for the title and @callsignhurricane for the beautiful banner. Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed this story. Your interactions keep me writing and inspired.

It’s your first day at your dream job, the one you’ve been working toward since you were 10 years old. The reason you slugged through minimum wage jobs to earn a master's in library science. Your outfit was meticulously picked out days in advance, a smart dress and blazer with sensible shoes.Your new leather satchel is full of everything you could possibly need, including lunch. You’re ready for this, excited to meet your colleagues and make a good impression.

It’s all going great, right up to the moment where you lose your footing walking up the stairs, and you bite it, pitching forward unexpectedly. Your palms sting when they make contact and drag against the steps. Pain shoots up your shin, your knee throbs and tears sting your eyes… And on top of that, the bag on your shoulder slips from your grasp. When you glance down at your leg there’s so much blood you have to look away. Your only saving grace is that you discarded your coffee cup back in the metro station, otherwise, you’d be in an even sorrier state.

Eyes closed, you suck in a pained breath. You absolutely cannot cry, not today of all days because your mascara isn’t waterproof and you don’t want to show up looking like an injured raccoon on your first day. Breathe, just breathe, you tell yourself until the pressure subsides. Only once you have the flimsiest grasp on your emotions do you open your eyes, hands shaking. They hurt but there isn't any blood. Your leg, however… What were you supposed to do to stem the bleeding? You can't use your dress and the most you had in your bag, wherever it was, was tissues.

“Oh, that looks nasty,” a new voice says. You blink up at the man who spoke, his large frame blocking out the morning sun. “You okay?” He asks.

“I’m fine,” you grit out, feeling even more embarrassed when you realize how handsome the stranger is. He’s got startling blue eyes and golden hair that falls in a soft wave across his brow. When he looks away from your face to focus on your leg you’re suddenly aware of how you’re sprawled out… Your dress is flipped up to expose your thick thighs. Mortified, you quickly tug the hem and pull it down.

The man squats beside you, his face nearly level with yours. His hand hovers over your shin and he smiles at you. “I’m a doctor, can I help?” When you hesitate he tilts his head to the side, his face softening. “I promise that’s not a weird line. I’m still in residency but very much a doctor. I have a first aid kit in my bag.”

“Okay,” you agree, fingernails digging little crescent moons into the palm of your hands.

“I’m Harrison, by the way.”

You introduce yourself when he kneels beside you. He searches through his bag, pulling out a pair of latex gloves and snapping them on, then one hand curls around your ankle, urging you to straighten your leg. The other gently wipes away the blood. Although his touch is light you still wince, but he's quick to apologize and you feel his thumb stroke the little hollow behind your ankle bone.

“Sorry. It’s gonna be worse when I disinfect it,” he warns. He picks up a little bottle and mists it over your scrape which stings more than you expected, a fiery sort of pain radiating through your skin. You flinch and almost kick free of his grasp when he wipes it away, but he manages to hold you still. “Easy,” he says.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, clenching your jaw.

“It’s alright. As long as you don’t bite me this won't be my worst patient interaction,” he tells you, smiling.

A surprised laugh escapes from your chest and you meet his eyes. Your heart speeds up and for a moment the pain in your leg is all but forgotten… He’s just so beautiful. The corner of his mouth lifts and you feel warm all over.

“So,” Harrison says, clearing his throat as he continues to work, "what do you do when you’re not tripping upstairs?”

“I’m a -uh- librarian,” you tell him, gritting your teeth when he starts to bandage your leg. “Today’s actually my first day.”

“Well, first days should always be memorable,” he tells you, smoothing down the edge of the bandage so it lays flat. “At least you’ll get some sympathy points from your coworkers."

“I guess,” you agree quietly, half afraid to bend your leg and stand up.

“Come on, let’s get you vertical,” Harrison says, grasping your arm.

Before you can stop him he gently helps you stand with him. You’re half impressed by how easily he pulls you up while the other part of your mind worries over him now knowing just how heavy you are. When you wobble he grasps your other shoulder, his arm curling across your back. He feels warm and solid against you.

“Take a moment,” he urges.

You close your eyes and nod, breathing deeply. Even though something in your knee aches you’re able to put weight on your leg without an issue. You take a hesitant step away from him, his grip loosening to let you.

“I think I’m okay.” You glance back at him, holding eye contact even though it makes your stomach twist. “Thank you for your help. That was… really kind.”

His smile is immediate and beautiful. “Hippocratic oath,” he reminds you. “I’m sure you’ll be fine on your own but it would ease my mind if I could make sure you got inside okay.”

You hesitate, part of you is enjoying his attention and how kind he is but you want to go lick your wounds in private and not embarrass yourself further. Harrison seems to pick up on your hesitation and draws back, but you don’t want him to leave just yet.

“Okay,” you blurt out. “I need to find my bag,” you continue, dismayed when you spy it on the bottom of the steps, half its contents spilled out on the ground.

Before you can take a step, Harrison stops you with a hand on your arm and another unfairly gorgeous smile. You feel silly and self conscious as you wait on the steps for him to retrieve your bag. He puts everything back in your satchel carefully before hooking the strap over his shoulder and jogging back to join you.

“Alright, come on,” he encourages, returning to your side to help you walk the few steps to the top.

He’s close enough that his shoulder grazes your body occasionally and his shampoo -or maybe it's his laundry detergent - tickles your nose. You’re distracted enough by his closeness that you manage to nearly miss the top step. Harrison’s quick to steady you and keep you from tipping back.

“You okay?” He asks, concerned.

“I’m fine,” you promise, flashing him a tight smile. You’re so embarrassed you don’t quite know what to do with yourself. Harrison keeps his hand on your back until you’re clear of the steps. When he eventually removes his hand you’re disappointed, which is silly. You’re on solid ground so you don’t really need it… but it felt nice. Comforting.

As you walk together in silence you feel awkward, wondering if you should be trying to make conversation with him. You open and close your mouth a few times, willing your brain to come up with something -anything- to say, when Harrison speaks.

“So Miss Librarian, what’s your favorite book?” He asks, sliding his hands in his pockets. “I feel like you can tell a lot about a person by what they pick.”

“You can,” you agree. “It’s silly,” you warn him, “but probably the Velveteen Rabbit. I’ve loved it since I was a kid.”

“Solid choice,” he agrees. “I was a big fan of the Lonesome Dove series. I grew up in Hawaii but I always wanted to be a cowboy.”

“There’s still time,” you tell him, emboldened by his easy grin and the way he looks at you. “A cowboy-doctor hybrid.”

“Mmm,” he agrees, amused. “I have no idea how to ride a horse though.”

“That’s a problem,” you agree.

It’s easy to fall into conversation with him after that and you love the sound of his laughter as you continue discussing the life of a cowboy doctor. You’re having such a good time that before you know it, you’ve arrived at the library.

“Well, this is me,” you tell him, gesturing to the building behind you and immediately feeling dumb. Obviously he could see that.

Harrison rubs the back of his neck and nods. “That it is.”

You both fall quiet and the anxiety and uncertainty from before creeps in.

“Thank you again for everything.” You look at your watch and realize you’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on. “I should go…”

“Have a good first day,” Harrison offers.

He looks like he wants to say something else but then a harried looking student pushes between you, talking rapidly to someone on the phone about a midterm study group. You step back and Harrison offers you a half wave that you return before heading into the building. You feel a little disappointed although you’re not sure why; it wasn’t like he was going to ask you out or anything… As a doctor he was duty-bound to help people in need. Then there was the fact that he was way out of your league, it was best to forget about him and move on.

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Despite the rocky start, the rest of your first day goes well. Your coworkers are nice enough and your boss is sympathetic about your injury. With so much to learn and do, you’ve almost succeeded in forgetting about Harrison. The only reminder is the dull throbbing in your leg. It’s getting worse now that it’s the end of the day, exacerbated by the fact you’ve been on your feet for the last hour shelving books and pushing a heavy car around.

“Hey, new girl.”

You look up to find your coworker at the end of the stacks.

“Your boyfriend is here looking for you. You can finish that tomorrow,” she tells you, gesturing to the unshelved books. “We’re closing in five.”

Before you can question what she means, she takes off towards the front desk and you follow behind her slowly, wincing when you accidentally bump into the cart with your injured leg. You’re dismayed to find you’re bleeding through your bandage. With a sigh you continue on, wondering if you can afford an uber home; the idea of shelping through the busy metro station almost makes you want to cry.

You drop off the cart and head towards the circulation desk, drawing up short when you see a familiar face waiting for you. It’s Harrison. He’s no longer wearing his jeans and sweater from this morning, instead he’s got a pair of light blue scrubs on that look stupidly good against his tan skin and honey blond hair. A smile breaks across his face when he sees you.

“Hey,” he greets easily.

“Hey,” you return. You touch your face self consciously and pat your hair, hoping you don't look like a complete disaster after running around all day. "Did you come just to see me?" You ask him.

"No, I had some overdue books too," he replies.

"Ah," you say, looking away embarrassed. Of course he wasn't just here to see you. You were such an idiot.

"That was a joke," he tells you, dropping his head forward to catch your attention. "A bad one," he adds. "I actually came to see if you wanted to get coffee… or dinner?"

"With you?" You ask.

"Yeah, that's normally how a date works." He’s smiling again and you don’t know where to look. Even his long golden eyelashes are beautiful. “But no problem if you’re not feeling it,” he continues, stepping back.

“No,” you reply, loud enough to garner a look from your coworker. Internally you’re dying, embarrassing yourself in front of him yet again. “I meant, yes. I would like to go out with you.”

“How about Friday?” He offers. “You can tell me about your first week.”

“I’d like that.”

Harrison pulls his phone from his pocket, bringing up his contact list. He types in your name and hands it over so you can give him your number. When you give it back to him your phone vibrates in your pocket.

“I guess I’ll see you in a couple of days. Try not to injure yourself again," he councils. "But if you do, you know who to call.”

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Harrison has SUCH alpha energy though…. raging breeding kink with that one

Ugh, you have such a good point there 😩 y'all wanna know the real reason why they call him Harrison Knott? I'll see myself out

Harrison strikes me as the kind of guy who would intentionally hide the whole alpha thing; he isn't necessarily shy or insecure about his status, but he's obsessed with the idea of falling in love with him for who he is, not his status. He's an alpha and then some. Think of a/b/o statuses as liquid in a cup. Some are fuller than others.

Harrison's is overflowing and pouring off the side of the damn table.

And he's painfully aware of it. Growing up, he found himself constantly pursued, all because of this dumb status he's found himself with. Fun at first, but it gets old very quickly. Harrison is very, very careful to scrub himself down twice a day, uses special soap, and takes medication to reduce the scent he naturally produces.

He used to love surfing with friends in more public areas, but once he'd start sweating, heads would turn, and suddenly, he had a bunch of unwanted interest. Attention that he hadn't received when he was passing as a beta. So he surfs alone or with close friends. He pays extra to access a private gym, and if he ever feels like jogging, it's in very secluded areas.

Enter, you.

A quiet omega who wandered into his place of work, looking for a CD by a band so niche that even he didn't know where to start looking for it. The owner had said they carried it, but not a soul knew where the hell it had been stashed. Harrison offered to look for it while you visited some other shops, but you'd politely insisted that you help him. It's a good thing, too. The CD had fallen behind a cabinet too heavy to be moved. Harrison couldn't reach it, but you could.

You returned a week later, looking for another, and Harrison's joke about you intentionally picking hard-to-find albums devolved into you staying long after the disc had been found. Chatting in between customers, debating on songs, challenging each other's music taste. It was settled; you'd each take the week to curate the perfect playlist and exchange them. But Harrison called in sick the day you came in, and the girl at the desk passed along a note with his phone number.

At the time, you'd found it odd that he hardly had a scent. Even betas have their own unique aroma, but with no further indication of what he could be, you presumed him to be one. Blissfully unaware and, quite frankly, didn't care what his secondary gender was. How could you? 

He's always so sweet, fetching the door for you, distracts you and pays the bill when you two go to a local diner. Takes you dancing, covers your drink with his palm when you leave it unattended, and drives you everywhere, no matter the distance. He takes you on a day trip to a niche record shop with a CD you've been hopelessly searching for. Leaves you weak in the knees when he walks you up to your door after, hesitantly leans in, and kisses you right then and there, under the pale outdoor light. 

For a while, it's not spoken of. It's as if that kiss never happened; he's busy with work and figuring out his schooling, and you're suddenly hosting a friend who, without warning, was broken up with and cast out of her apartment. Between being a shoulder to cry on, helping her settle in, and other life events, you lose track of your dates.

When Harrison invites you to join him on a trip upstate, saying something about getting accepted into two schools and not being able to decide unless he saw them in person. It's a welcome escape and an adventure all wrapped into one. Your friend can have her time alone and watch over the place while you're gone, and you can go and blow off responsibilities with a pretty-faced beta for two or three days. 

Your face feels oddly warm that morning, but your friend says you look fine, and it seems to go away once you step out into the cool morning air. Harrison is two hours into the drive when he tilts his head and asks if you're feeling alright. You don't get why he's asking; nothing relatively seems off. In fact, you're well enough to walk to every place he wants to see. The record shop, the beach, the actual school itself, and all of the niche little places around it, looking for something, anything to help him decide.

Until you're standing in a convenience store, and someone—an alpha, approaches you. You don't understand his heavy flirting until he mentions your heat. And then it hits you. Your heat was due to start today. You're stumbling back, all too warm, muttering an apology as you turn to walk away, but this guy is persistent, grabbing hold of your shoulder before you can get too far. 

Or at least...he tries. 

Harrison comes out of absolute nowhere. Shoving himself between you like a brick wall, and he's arguing, saying something, but you can't hear it. There's a new scent in the room. Faint at first, but it follows you as he guides you out to the car, promising to come back with your chosen snacks. Something akin to pineapple and a fresh ocean breeze, like you've been transported straight to the beach. 

Harrison thinks you've figured out that he's an alpha. 

You just think he smells good. 

It's hard to recall how things escalated after he carried you back to the hotel room. Whether it be the moment your pained plea for help met his ears or when his kind, inexplicably dark eyes met with yours. But one way or another, you find yourself gasping at the feeling of his scruffy mouth against your lips, cradling your face between his big hands, promising he'll take care of you; he'll make it stop hurting. 

He eats you out like a man starved. Works you through two long-winded orgasms, has a sheen of sweat clinging to his flushed skin when he comes back up to kiss you again. It's still not enough, but you can't even think about it because something has just occurred to you. 

He's an alpha. 

And he's just shocked to the core that you didn't realize until now. But maybe that's also what makes him so eager to please you; it's everything he's craved. To be wanted, regardless of his status, and hear you are, mid-heat, begging for him for the sole reason of it being him. 

Regardless of the reason, it's a wonder you can even walk when he's done with you. Hiking your legs over his broad shoulders, biceps bulging as he fucks you nice and proper. Makes you beg him to knot you, to breed you nice 'n full, make a complete mess of your poor pussy. Shushing and kissing you as it catches, grunting prettily into your ear and filling you so full that your head spins. 

The trip is only meant to be two days. It extends to five because he can't keep himself away from you. Rubbing his scent all over you, nipping at your soft skin with his teeth, and grumbling into your neck. The closest thing he can get to a contented purr. He bends you over the sink, fucks you into the mattress, and guides you to ride him on the couch, never once misses the chance to sink in deep and let your bodies tether. Grows annoyed when he can't keep his cum from leaking out and down your pretty thighs. 

And when you do head home, you can only press pause for so long. Fighting the temptation to pull over and tangle in the back seat, only held back by the fear of being caught. Your friend isn't home when you tumble through the door, and you're so thankful that she isn't because your shirt is off before you make it into your room. Luggage long forgotten because you can only focus on the warm, oversized alpha squeezing you in his big arms.

In fact, you keep him there for the night. And the one after that. 

Over the course of a short trip, Harrison goes from passing as a beta to going without the medications and washes, shamelessly rubbing his scent all over you and bugs you to do the same 'cause he needs everyone to know he belongs to you. The deciding factor on schools is you; he wants to be fifteen minutes away rather than a couple of hours. And then your friend gets back on her feet, finds a place of her own, and one day, Harisson quits leaving your home. 

This man loves to watch you mosey about the house, gathering up his softest clothing and situating it all into one big nest on the bed. Harisson isn't the biggest on scenting things that aren't you, but if you hold something up to him and ask for it, he'll gladly rub the side of his head against it until you deem it suitable. Always waits for you to invite him inside of it, too; it's such an intimate space, and he'd hate to upset you by intruding. One of his friends accidentally opened the bedroom door on you while looking for the bathroom, and Harisson damn near lost his mind. "This is a cute bedroom." "Yeah, it is; now shut the damn door."

There is rarely a day when a head doesn't turn Harisson's way; classmates, coworkers, friends, and strangers alike hit on him, but he's only got eyes for you. If you'll let him, he'll parade you around every chance he gets, showing you off to the world; grows possessive when anyone takes that as an invitation to touch you. It's a wonder it takes him so long to mark you as his because he sure is eager to ensure everyone sees the healing scar on his pretty neck.

Everything you want, you get. He spoils you to no end. He supports the whole independence thing, but once he gets on his feet as a doctor, he's too happy to let you become a stay-at-home omega if that's what you want. Because there is nothing this man loves more than walking through the front door of his house and being greeted with your chirps and kisses. 

...well, he might enjoy the sound of you begging him to knot you a little bit more, but that's neither here nor there. 

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Kissing Harrison

I was lying on my bed, watching the clouds drift by and daydreaming, like the teen romcom main character that I am... And this is what I daydreamed about. This is just some headcanons about kissing Harrison, I guess? And a tiny, wee drabble of your first kiss with him bc why not.

Pairing: Harrison Knott x F!reader

Words: I have no idea, I wrote this on my phone, posting on my phone, this is just happening. Probably full of spelling errors. It's short, I can promise you that.

Warnings: none.

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It feels like Harrison kisses with his whole body. He presses himself against you as much as he can, all the way from thighs to foreheads. Sometimes he pulls you to him tightly, but most often he just presses himself to you instead, as if he's not even consciously doing it. He just wants to feel all of you, all the time, like merely lips touching isn't enough of a kiss for him.

He usually has one leg between yours to better get closer to you. That way your stomachs and chests can press so close to one another you could hold a paper in between you and it wouldn't drop. Not a hair's breadth of space between your bodies.

And the reason he prefers pressing himself to you rather than pulling you to him is that his hands skip your waist and always fly straight to your face or hair, holding you there firmly but tenderly.

Oh, his hands. They cup your cheeks, his thumbs brushing across your cheekbones as his lips brush over yours over and over again. Like that, his kisses are almost unbearably tender and soft, and they make your head feel cloudy in the best way.

But sometimes Harrison just takes. His hand covers pretty much the entirety of the side of your face, practically blocking out your hearing, but there's no time to care about that. That's when Harrison's mouth consumes you, his kisses deep and hot and yet somehow slow. Slow but intense. That's when he holds your head in his hands, manipulating you just the way he likes, tilting your mouth open so he can taste you thoroughly.

Sometimes he'll hold the back of your head in one large palm, while the other slowly slides down to your throat. His hand just rests there, not putting pressure on you, but the gesture is still.. possessive. He's yours, and you're his, and that's all he needs to know.

And then I imagined this specific scenario...

Harrison's large palm slid down from where it had been gently cradling the side of your face to your throat, making you whimper. His long fingers spanned all the way to the back of your neck, and the thought simply made you dizzy. Blood pounded both in your ears and between your legs.

And it wasn't even a very dirty kiss! To anyone looking, you'd look just like a couple sharing their first big, proper kiss at a darkened bowling alley —which you were— but you didn't think you'd ever gotten this excited from just (relatively) innocently kissing someone.

Hell, the situation in your panties made you question if you had started your period, even though you knew you definitely hadn't.

Harrison pulled away breathing heavily, just far enough to look into your eyes. You were fairly sure you had a stupidly dazed expression on your face, but Harrison didn't seem to mind. He looked at you with a smile that was halfway to a smirk, and brushed his thumb over the sensitive skin on your neck, making you shiver.

Something about the way he cradled your face in his hands or had his hand on your neck had you losing your mind. Your skin felt positively feverish, and you were incredibly turned on, while somehow feeling both small and yet safe and protected.

When Harrison asked, "Wanna get out of here?" in such a sweet way even when his voice sounded like pure sin, you didn't have to think twice.

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it's not even a full fic but I'll tag some fellow Harrison Hoes anyway: @yespolkadotkitty @a-reader-and-a-writer @lt-natrace @hederasgarden @mayhem24-7forever @wildbornsiren

Take Me Home Tonight - Harrison Knott x Reader

A/N: Inspired by Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money

pairing: Harrison Knott (Press Play) x reader

warnings/content: fem reader, oral (f receiving), p in v, swearing, one night stand, drinking

word count: 3.2k

A dimly lit college dive bar was not the ideal space to meet anyone, but as you found yourself leaning against the bar top, looking around the space as you nursed a vodka-cran that was slowly becoming room temperature slowly but surely. You contemplated leaving and going home at this point, realizing that your date likely wasn’t going to show. Just as you thought about setting the now slightly-colder-than-the-bar glass down on the counter behind you and walking out to hail a cab home, a tall, broad shouldered man with brown hair and naturally sun-kissed highlights, a slight tan, and the deepest blue eyes you’d ever seen on any person before sauntered up alongside you to the bar. He leaned against the bar, giving you a polite smile as he orders himself a drink. Beer in hand, he straightens his posture and looks at you again, offering a this time, much friendlier, intentional smile. 

“Hi, I’m Harrison,” He nodded his head as he offered his free hand out for you to shake.

“Hi,” You returned the same friendly smile as you sipped your drink, exchanging names and small talk as you both sat at the bar.

You’d been stood up by a date, and Harrison had been supposed to meet his friends from medical school after writing an exam, but he was almost certain he’d ended up in the wrong bar somehow. Both here alone by mistake, or by fate, neither of you had bothered leaving when you realized that you wouldn’t be spending the night with the people you’d originally intended to. You finished the drink in your hand while conversing with Harrison, not even registering the fact that the bittersweet, tart red-coloured liquid was likely now warmer than the air around you. You set the glass down with a thankful smile to the bartender before turning your attention back to the man who had replaced your date.

“Can I get you another drink?” He flashed you another smile as he gestured to the empty glass.  

“Yeah, thank you,” You nodded appreciatively as you spoke, “I’ll have a Long Island Iced Tea, please.”

“Actually, that sounds good,” Harrison laughs as he finishes the contents of his amber-coloured glass bottle before setting it down, “Two Long Island Iced Teas it is.” 

Fresh drinks now in hand, the two of you made your way across the bar to one of the few booths against the wall. The college dive bar floor’s trademark stickiness against your shoes created a slight squeaking sound as you walked across it, every step leaving the bottom of your heeled boots with a tacky coating to them. You studied Harrison’s features as best as you could in the dim lowlights of the bar, taking account of everything you could about your impromptu date, committing it to memory in case you should ever cross paths with him again. 

You and Harrison sat across from one another in the booth, the dark glow of the lights less harsh from your secluded corner of the room. You listened as he divulged his life story to you, you nodding your head or sympathetically smiling and chiming in as needed. He was from Hawaii, his dad was a doctor, and there was always pressure for him to follow in his footsteps. He’d deferred hie med school attendance for a couple years after university before being waitlisted for George Washington, and when he got in, he moved to the opposite side of the country with no contacts to speak of in D.C. other than an old college friend of his dad’s in the area somewhere. 

He told you how he preferred to buy physical copies of music, vinyl records, cassette tapes, CDs, whatever he could get his hands on at a secondhand store over streaming services. He told you how he missed surfing and the warm saltwater beaches from back home, how his stepsister had gotten married recently and he hadn’t made his way back home since. He told you how his stepsister always insisted he was lonely and needed to meet someone, but how he had always been more occupied with work back home at the music store he’d been at, and surfing and studying. He’d never really made the time for anything else.

You told him how you’d moved to D.C. from your small hometown on the east coast a couple of years ago for a college internship, and how you’d fallen in love with the city and opted to stay. You’d told him how you made D.C. your home, how you thought the city looked beautiful covered in a dusting of snow during the holiday season (to which he agreed, despite the fact he still wasn’t accustomed to seeing snow that often yet. You’d told him how you loved football and hockey, catching live games as often as you could, how you’d recently gotten into baseball and tried following it but weren’t succeeding yet, how you’d always wanted to go on a date to the Smithsonian Institute of American History, since it was your favorite place in the city, how you loved going just to look at the pop culture section of the museum.

“Shit, is it really midnight already?” He laughed softly as he checked his watch, offering you a soft, hopeful smile as he looked up at you, “Do you want me to walk you home when you’re ready?”

There was something in his words, a sense of genuine concern about you making it home safely, a genuine desire to be the one to accompany you to make sure you returned in one piece. It made your heart flutter, and you had no idea why, In fact, something about Harrison in general made your heart flutter. His charming, sweet smile, his haunting deep blue eyes, his deep, yet soft-spoken voice, maybe it wasn’t something, maybe it was everything about him.

“I’d like that, actually. Thanks.” 

Harrison smiled and stood up from the booth, grabbing his coat and pulling it on over his broad shoulders as he followed you out of the building. He walked alongside you, hands in his pockets as you took the 10 block journey home. On your doorstep, Harrison smiled at you under the dim porch light, its yellowish hue cascading over the two of you, highlighting all of his features like a spotlight. His gaze lingered on your lips for a few moments, and you couldn’t help but bite at your bottom lip, both anxiously, and sensually. Something about Harrison was driving you wild, and you couldn’t figure out why, but as you leaned in, lips pressing against his in a soft, passionate kiss, you felt completely entranced by him, totally captivated and full of a sense of lust and longing, craving more of him.

“Harrison, I’m sorry,” You began as your lips hovered just mere milimeters over his.

“Don’t be,” Harrison’s voice was hushed as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, “I want to do it again.”

With that, Harrison’s lips collided with yours again, this time in a much more deeply passionate kiss, one that could knock the wind right out of you as he pressed your body against the door of your house. You reached your one hand behind you, your fingers searching the door blindly for the door handle to let you both inside the house. The door opened with a click as you turned the handle, and stumbling backwards a step as you entered, you refused to allow your lips to part from Harrison’s for the time being.

Harrison pulled back for a breath, his lips now kiss bitten and puffy after the passionate embrace. You offered him a smirk as you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt in your hands, tugging gently on the soft material as you pulled him in for another kiss. You led him up the stairs to your bedroom and nodded as you pulled away again, raising your eyebrow at him as you awaited confirmation from him to continue. Rather than give a verbal response, Harrison reached his hand around to the back of your head, tangling his thick fingers in your hair as he pulled you in for another kiss. You felt your hips press against his, the feeling of his tightening jeans prominent as your leg brushed against them. 

Your hand reached down between the two of you, quickly working to unbutton Harrison’s jeans, trying to free him quickly from the fabric as they became uncomfortably tight on him. Harrison let out a soft sigh of relief as he kicked his jeans off, pressing his lips to yours once again in a fervent, hungry kiss. He backed you against the wall, his hands running down your sides as he caressed your body. His firm, strong hands lifted you up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. You did so tightly, holding on to him for dear life as you felt him press your back against the wall harder. Your neck tilted to the side as he trailed his lips down your jawline and up to your ear. 

“Do you want me to do this?” Harrison’s voice was deep and rich, as smooth as melted chocolate as he spoke. 

“Mhmm,” You hummed out as his hand made its way down the front of your body, his fingers slipping under your skirt, blindly trying to find your underwear as your body pressed against his. His fingers slipped underneath the soft, dampened fabric of your panties, groaning slightly as you felt the pads of his fingertips making contact with your wet slit. Harrison’s lips curled upwards into a grin, his eyes locked on your face as he watched for your reaction to his touch.

“You’re really into this, aren’t you?” 

Harrison smirked as he felt your arousal gather on his fingertips. His deep blue eyes watched your features with an intensity and hunger you’ve never seen on anyone before. Harrison looked like a man on a mission suddenly, as if seeing you like this, feeling your arousal that he undoubtedly caused, made him determined to bring you to your breaking point by any means necessary. Not that you thought he’d need to do much. His touch combined with the look of intense passion and determination in his eyes was almost enough to bring you there. Your hand tangled in Harrison’s short wavy lengths, pulling his face in closer to you for a kiss. Your tongue traced his lower lip, and as you slipped it into his mouth, you felt his finger repeat your action below your waistline. As he slipped his finger into your core, you let out a soft moan into his mouth, causing Harrison to groan softly against your lips. 

Harrison’s lips made their way down the curvature of your neck, a trail of warm open-mouthed kisses and licks of his tongue leading from your mouth down to your collarbone as he pushed a second finger into your opening. He curled his fingers upwards towards the soft, spongey wall of your core before beginning to pump them in and out, ensuring contact to the spot you desired most with every upward thrust of his hand. You found yourself panting and moaning his name as you felt his hand at work, unable to concentrate your mind on anything else. As you felt yourself becoming close to your climax, you felt Harrison’s hot breath on your ear, his voice in a deep, lulling whisper as he spoke to you. 

“You’re so wet for my touch right now. Do you want me to keep going, pretty girl? Want me to make you cum on my fingers?”

You nodded your head, taking in a sharp inhale as you felt his fingers continuing to work their magic on you. His touch was unlike anything you’d ever experienced with a previous partner - Harrison was attentive, caring, and determinedly passionate - like he was making it his life goal to make you orgasm as many times as he could, and that he wanted to ensure that no part of your time together could be classed as a mediocre hookup with some med student you met in a bar. Harrison was treating you like he didn’t want to be forgotten. Like he wanted to be the best you’d ever had, and so far, he was succeeding at his mission.

As your body tightened and clenched around his fingers, your back arching slightly as you let out a whine of his name, followed by a slurry of swear words. You felt Harrison slow his hand down before gently pulling his fingers out of you. He grinned and stuck his fingers in his mouth, giving them a long, slow suck before pulling them out with a popping sound. 

“Fuck,” he pants, nodding his head once as he tries to collect his thoughts, “You taste like fuckin’ heaven, beautiful.”

You can’t help but giggle as you feel his lips continue to leave sloppy, wet kisses on your collarbone as he wraps you tightly around his waist. He lays you out on the bed and grins as he kneels inbetween your legs, his mouth now making it’s way up and down the inside of your leg, lingering as he comes tantalizingly close to your centre. He gently pushes on your leg, spreading you slightly as he bites his lip. Staring at you for a moment, taking in the sight of you on display for him like this, you hear him let out an almost whimpering sound. Harrison quickly ducks his head down between your thighs, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your clit. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sudden contact, the feeling of his tongue lapping at your arousal between your thighs, the sounds of muffled moans and murmured “Fuck you taste so good”’s from Harrison sending you over the edge again. 

Harrison pulled his mouth away, his chin glistening with a mixture of saliva, arousal and sweat from working himself to the point that he did. He took his t-shirt off over his head before using the fabric of it to wipe his mouth. A smirk formed on his features as he looked down at you with an eyebrow raised, his sapphire coloured eyes watching your face for any indication as to what you wanted next from him. 

“Harrison,” you panted, nodding your head, “Need you inside me,” was all you managed to get out before he started hurriedly pulling his boxer briefs down, kicking them off behind him to the floor as he knelt up on the bed above you. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him, unable to focus your gaze on anything else. You had suspicions about his size when you took his jeans off for him earlier, but, this exceeded any suspicion or expectation you could have possibly made based off that earlier encounter. 

Harrison nodded his head, grinning at you as he bit his lip. He reached down on the floor for his wallet and opened it hastily, grabbing a condom out of the fold. He carefully tore open the wrapper before rolling the latex material down over his hardened cock. Harrison smirked as he looked up at you, taking notice of your wide-eyed gaze upon his nude body. Your teeth sunk down into your bottom lip as you watched Harrison stroking himself. He held his hand out below your mouth and laughed softly, his cheeks flushing red as he spoke.

“You ok?” Harrison’s words were followed by an awkward chuckle, trying to fill the silence that hung in the air as your eyes remained widened and fixated on him.

“Mhmm, great,” You nodded, “Fantastic, even.”.

“Tell me if it’s too much for you, ok?” Harrison’s voice was hushed, just above a whisper as he spoke. 

You hummed in response as you nodded again, biting your lip hard in anticipation, a metallic taste entering your mouth as you bit a little too hard. You took in a deep breath as you felt Harrison’s hips slowly thrust into yours, and as you felt yourself tighten around him, your muscles tensing and squeezing as he paused to let you adjust to his size, you felt yourself cry out in pleasure. Harrison was patient and caring, waiting for you to give him a signal to continue before as much as shifting his position. Your eyes met his with a look of passion and lust, giving him all the encouragement he needed to continue. His body hovered over yours, allowing him to see your every facial expression. He ducked his head down to nestle it in the crook of your neck, his lips planting soft, wet, sensual kisses to your skin with every thrust. 

“So tight for me, beautiful, you feel so fucking good,” He purred against the skin of your neck. 

You whimpered as you felt him gently nip at your neck, each thrust of his hips bringing you closer and closer to the edge. His voice had a sudden huskiness to it as he spoke, soft, masculine grunts falling from his lips against your neck with every movement of his hips. You reached your hands upwards, gripping his shoulders tightly as he thrusted, your nails digging into his smooth, tanned skin as you felt him hit your core each time. Harrison’s piercing blue eyes looked up at you every so often, as if checking your face for any signs of discomfort, any sign you may not be enjoying it. With every look at you, you’d returned it with a slight nod or a moan of his name to encourage him not to stop.

“Thatta girl, babe,” He grunted, his breath hot on your neck as he spoke, “I’m not gonna last much longer, you feel so good.”

You felt his hand snake its way down your body, his fingers moving quickly to find your clit once again. He traced his fingertips over it as he thrusted into you, your back arching at his touch. You felt your orgasm bubbling over, your head throwing back as you gasped out his name, followed by a flurry of swear words. Harrison let out a loud, deep groan as he reached his own climactic high, your name falling from his lips before he kissed at your neck again, his hips slowing as the two of you rode your climaxes together. 

Harrison lifted his head up as he slowly pulled himself out of you. Breathlessly, he laid down beside you, his large hand reaching up to smooth back his now dampened curls, wiping the sweat from his brow. His cheeks were flushed as he turned to face you, his deep sapphire blue eyes fixated on your features as he caught his breath. He turned back up to face the ceiling before letting out a laugh.

“I don’t think I’ve ever gone that hard on the first night, at least…not without taking the girl out for dinner first,” He smirked as he looked back at you, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as his gaze met yours again. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever had it that good on the first night before, with or without dinner,” You retorted as you turned onto your side to face him. 

“Well, let’s add dinner to the mix for the second time and see if it’s an improvement?” Harrison grinned as he tucked a lock of your hair back behind your ear.

“It’s Been a Day” (Harrison Knott x Reader)

Summary: One hell of a day leads to one of the best nights of your life

Tagging: @sebsxphia​

Maui, HI

May, 2022

Harrison had just finished reorganizing the last of the cassette tape box when he felt his phone in the back pocket vibrating. As soon as he pulled it out, he answered the call that read your name across the top in big bold letters. 

“Hey baby, what’s up?” he asked cheerfully. 

“Any chance you can come home early?” you asked him. 

A pang of worry welled in his chest when he heard your voice, knowing you were probably close to tears. “Yeah, it’s almost closing time,” Harrison answered. “I’ll be home in fifteen. Everything ok?” 

“It’s just......it’s just been a day.” 

“Ok, ok,” Harrison said, trying to keep himself calm. “I’m coming home right now. I’ll see you in a few.” 

You both said your “I love yous” before hanging up. Harrison quickly set aside the milk crate full of cassette tapes before shutting off the lights and locking the doors as he went to the parking lot at the back of the building, dialing the number for one of your family friends. 

“Aloha dipshit,” said the familiar voice at the other end. 

“Sup ding-dong,” Harrison chuckled. 

“Well, you wouldn’t have called if you didn’t need anything.” 

“Jonah, we’ve been best friends for how long?” Harrison asked him. 

“Alright bruh, what’s your business?” Jonah asked him. “What do you need?” 

“I might need you to come get three little ghouls,” Harrison answered. “Possibly four.” 

“Ight, I’m off at three-fifteen, then I gotta run to the halau to drop something off for my aunt,” Jonah replied. 

“Mahalo my friend,” Harrison replied. “You guys are awesome.” 

As soon as he was able to hang up, Harrison started up the truck and headed out for home. He turned up the radio as Bob Seger’s “Rock n’ Roll Never Forgets” started playing, yet the whole while, Harrison had begun to dread what sights awaited him when he got back to the house. 

He pulled up fifteen minutes later, just as he had promised and went up the deck stairs to the front porch, heading inside upon hearing little voices coming from the kitchen. 

“Stop it Dakota!” whined a little girl’s voice. 

“You messed it up Audrina!” 

“No I didn’t!” 

Harrison poked his head around the corner to find his oldest son, Dakota, his oldest daughter Audrina and their youngest sister, Chloe, all covered in a mess of flour and one strange and alarming looking piece of dough in the glass bowl on the counter. Poor Chloe was not only covered in flour, but in a mess of egg goo that her brother had probably gotten all over her. 

Harrison folded his arms when their heads turned and met their father’s. “What’d I say about cooking while I’m gone?” he asked sternly, raising his eyebrows and giving them that look. 

“To not to,” they all chirped. 

“And what are you guys doing right now?” 

Two of them meekly turned their gazes down while Chloe babbled something in her little toddler voice. 

“That’s what I thought,” Harrison said. “So guess what? You guys are gonna go outside by the shower and wait while I go and check on Momma. After that, Uncle Jonah’s gonna come and get you guys for a two day sleepover.” 

“SLEEPOVER!!!!!!!” Dakota and Audrina blurted out.

Harrison helped Chloe down and shooed her off with her big brother and sister, hurrying upstairs to see how you were doing. 

When he poked his head in through the door, he saw you sitting up in bed with the newest addition to your family, Ryan, attached to you. “Baby?” Harrison asked. “Baby you ok?” 

You answered with only a tired nod, the dark circles noticeable under your eyes. “M’so tired,” you groaned. “This one’s been up since the kids got home from school.”

“Ok,” Harrison answered, kissing your cheek. “Let me get the older ones settled first and I’ll come help. Jonah’s gonna come and get the older kids and I think his aunt’s gonna come and get Ryan.” 

“Oh, Harrison.....” you groaned. 

“Hey, Auntie Lilo offered to take him since she doesn’t have her granddaughter for the week,” Harrison told you. “I tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted.” 

You smiled a little as Ryan fed away, draining your tits of the soreness that had become increasingly common since you had been pregnant. As soon as he had finished and the rest of the business had been taken care of, Harrison made sure you were comfortable before heading outside. 

“Daddy’s something else, isn’t he little man?” you said to Ryan. 

******************

Harrison shook the large bottle full of gelatinous red shampoo that smelled of pomegranate and mango, unscrewing the cap and upending it before a large glob of it ran onto the heads of the older kids. All three of them had been lined up and stuck into an oversized laundry bucket full of bathwater from the outdoor shower. 

“Scrub those heads babies,” Harrison told the older ones. 

Dakota and Audrina laughed and giggled while Harrison took care of Chloe, scrubbing all the dusty flour and sticky smears of egg from her hair. The kids had the time of their lives when the familiar sound of a vehicle pulling into the driveway caught everyone’s attention. 

“What’s this? Are we having a party back here?” Jonah asked as a huge smile formed on his face. 

Dakota and Audrina leapt from their “baths” and ran to their uncle as wet spots had begun to form on his camo uniform, squealing with happiness before Chloe crawled out and ran to him herself. 

“You good to go Harrison?” Jonah asked. 

“Yeah I just gotta have them rinse off with the hose and get some clothes from the house.” 

Jonah helped Harrison hose the kids off before letting them dry with their beach towels and letting them switch into a change of clothes. Jonah loaded them all up in the truck with their backpacks, waving goodbye to them as Jonah pulled away. 

He went straight into the house, following Ryan’s cries up the stairs and finding you trying to put him back to bed. “Baby, here, let me take him,” Harrison insisted. “I want you in that bath in five minutes, you got it?” 

“Got it,” you said before you gave him a quick kiss. 

Harrison listened for the sound of the water running in the bathroom while he did what he could to put Ryan back to sleep. You could hear Harrison’s voice quietly singing “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” as he rocked Ryan in his big arms, the little one slowly falling asleep at the sound of his daddy’s singing. 

“I have climbed, the highest mountain

I have run, through the fields

Only to be with you

Only to be with you

I have run, I have crawled

I have scaled, these city walls

These city walls

Only to be with you......” 

You could sense Harrison looking up at you as he sang, a smile forming on his face as your gazes met and those familiar words brought back your earliest memories together. 

Harrison didn’t stop until Ryan was completely asleep in his arms and a squeaky little coo the only sound he made. Jonah’s aunt stopped by to take him for a few hours, leaving just you and Harrison. 

You sank into the bath, reveling in the feeling of the hot water washing away your stress. “My God this feels so good,” you sighed heavily. 

“Oh it’ll feel even better in a few minutes,” Harrison chuckled. 

“And why is that?” you asked mischievously. 

“Cause I’m coming in!” 

You laughed as Harrison stripped off his clothes and practically jumped into the bath with you, the water sloshing and almost spilling over the sides. Harrison didn’t hesitate to mix in a little of the Irish Spring body wash, letting it foam up and filling the whole bathroom as Harrison pulled you close to him. You felt something stiff and throbbing rubbing against your ass, something you knew of a little too well at this point.

“Harrison, I swear if Ryan ends up with an Irish twin......” 

“Oh baby don’t you worry,” Harrison chuckled, his breath warm against your neck as he littered it with soft kisses. “We’ve got a long time before we think about another one.” 

You laughed, enjoying the closeness with your husband as the hands began to roam and the kissing grew more intense. Even if the kids were with family the next two days, you and Harrison vowed to enjoy every second of it. 

Sneaking older brothers friend Harrison into your room when he stays over and your brother falls asleep!

YESSSS GOD! Babes these are the only thoughts that are getting me through my work shift right now. 

The two of you start out just talking then making out, and he starts kissing up your neck and whispers “Do you think you can be quiet for me Sweets?” As he moved his hand up your thigh.

Man’s makes sure you’re prepped and warmed up, you’re struggling to keep quiet as Harrison dips his head back down to devour your cunt and you just happen to let a moan slip.

Before you know what’s happening he’s reaching his hand up to hold your throat (what a pretty necklace) and he’s growling in your ear “what’s the matter sweets? Too much for you?” He chuckled “we haven’t even gotten started yet”

And at some point he’s got you folded in half, raw-doggin’ it (bc why would sweet little you have condoms(feeding into the corruption and breeding kink)) and he’s got your panties stuffed in your mouth

Shelby baby I heard you were missing Lew. Robyn put me onto Older Brothers Best Friend Harrison and it has consumed me:

I need him to pull up outside of a boring family function that you can’t get out of, sneak in and proceed to sneak you out so y’all can go to the beach and fuck

BELLA BRRRRRRR THIS HAS CHANGED ME FOREVER

you’ve been texting him all night, painfully bored with the dinner your parents were hosting. your ears perked up at the door opening and your brother’s exclamations at the new arrival. it was harrison.

your heartbeat quickened and your mind raced with thoughts of the night before when he spread you out on your bed and-

“you look thrilled to be here,” his deep voice reverberated in your ear as he came up behind you.

“get me out of here. please,” you begged.

he grabbed your hand and pulled you swiftly out the door, avoiding running into any guests. you giggled like a schoolgirl in the car and harrison smiled when he looked to you. the thrill of sneaking off. the thrill of the forbidden love affair.

harrison pulled into your spot at the beach. a little lookout just above the rocks. he put the car in park and hopped out, rushing around the front to open your door for you.

“such a gentleman,” you teased. that earned you a light tap to your ass before he practically shoved you into the backseat.

it was a blur of clothes flying everywhere and lips and hands. harrison slid two thick fingers into your already dripping hole, humming proudly.

“you’ve been practicing, haven’t you?” all you could do in response was nod. he continued until you were begging him to fuck you.

he fumbled around in the pockets of his shorts until he found a spare condom, tearing the foil package open with his teeth; rolling the latex on haphazardly.

the car filled with your high pitched whines and his low grunts. the vehicle shook with the force of his thrusts. the windows fogging up with each fleeting breath. he hooked his arms under your knees, strong biceps flexing as he held your legs open for him to go deeper.

“h, please!” you keened pathetically. you were so close embarrassingly fast. and harrison couldn’t be more smug about it.

“yeah, baby? what do you want? you wanna cum for me? should i allow that?”

his lithe fingers danced their way down your stomach and started circling your clit to match the speed of his hips. his hair started to fall out of place and curl at the ends.

“i’ve been such a good girl, harrison. please, please, please!” all that earned you was a slightly condescending laugh.

“good girls don’t text their brother’s best friend begging him to fuck you in the back of his car.”