I am looking disrespectfully

lewis as harrison can be something so personal

searching for the things that make you come alive

“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

Lewis Pullman as Harrison Knott in Press Play (2022)

Happy birthday to our blue eyed angel boy, 31 looks good on you babe :)

Just once I want Lewis Pullman’s character to not die or have a near death experience. Give my boys peace.

lewis pullman getting dressed in the morning to play rhett abbott or bob floyd

"I've been drowning for a minute, your body keeps pulling me in,"

Do not repost without credit.

Happy 31st Birthday Lewis, you Glorious, Fantastic , Wonderful, Silly man

Lewis should fuck all of us who sat through Press Play for him

Just to be clear, I would die for Harrison Knott (and Lewis Pullman).

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