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wildbornsiren · 2 years

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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.”

#wbskink #kinktober2022 #harrison knott x reader #Harrison knott x you #harrison knott/reader #harrison knott/you #shelly writes #press play #reader imagine #reader insert

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bradshawssugarbaby · 5 months

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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.

#harrison knott #harrison knott x reader #harrison knott imagine #press play #press play x reader #press play imagine

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desertgremlin · 2 years

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Clara Rugaard and Lewis Pullman in Press Play (2022)

#i CANNOT be normal about this movie #also i really avoided giffing spoilers sorry this is so bland lmfao #clara rugaard #lewis pullman #harrison knott #press play #bbelcher #userstream #gianella's gifs

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bradshawsbaby · 1 year

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You guys, I don’t care that everyone says it’s a bad movie. I’m watching Press Play again.

It makes me cry, okay? And Lewis is so hot in it!

#press play #lewis pullman #harrison knott

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yespolkadotkitty · 2 years

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You Are My Gravity Tonight

Words: 1500 ~ Pairing: Harrison Knott (press play on amazon prime) x f!reader ~ Content: p in v sex, oral sex, a boatload of sweetness.

Thankyou to the wonderful @a-reader-and-a-writer for the beta and the gif!!!

*****

“Have you ever done anything you shouldn’t in the shop, like, after hours? When Cooper’s not here?” you ask Harrison.

“Hmmm?” He looks over at you. He’s wearing the blue henley today, the one that makes him look so broad and that picks out the arresting shade of his eyes. “What, like stacking the records the wrong way?”

You snort. He’s such a dork and you love that. “No. Like.. You know.” You make a crude sex gesture with your hands.

Harrison huffs out a laugh and leans on the counter, but now he’s eyeing you speculatively. “No. Nothing like that.” There’s a look of desire sketched on his handsome face that wasn’t there before. He glances around, but there’s still no one else in Lost and Found except you two.

“You’ve thought about that?” he asks, and his voice has dropped half an octave.

You swallow. “A couple times.”

You’ve made love with Harrison several times - he’s an attentive lover, and he works his body hard to please yours, always in the moment, focused on you and not some self-image of how he might look, like some guys you’ve been with - but nowhere except his or your bed. When you first saw him through the window of the shop, you imagined sliding your hands under the hem of his shirt, meeting smooth, warm skin, and your insides had gone liquid right then.

“A couple times, huh?” His expression goes a little coy as he regards you. “How long have you had these, um… thoughts?” He lifts the built-in door of the counter and crosses to you in the shop. It’s getting dark outside, and soon it’ll be time to shut up the store.

“Pretty much since we met?”

“Oh yeah?” He settles his hands on your hips and you feel the warmth of his palms through your summer dress. His gaze drops to your mouth and you drink in the way he looks at you - like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. Like you’re all he sees. He makes you feel cherished, and that’s such an antiquated word, but it’s the only one that fits.

You lift your face for a kiss, but the shop door bell rings, and you reluctantly break apart so that Harrison can answer the customer’s query. People trickle in after that, and you sleeve the new records like you’d told Harrison you would, and all you can think about is getting your hands on him when the shop finally shuts.

A half hour later, finally finally, Harrison flips the sign to closed, and turns the key in the lock. You tidy up, close out the drawer, and all the little times his body bumps yours, you struggle not to grab for him and smash your face into his to make it clear how much you want him.

Finally, the receipts in the register are properly reconciled and Harrison lifts the counter door for the last time today, and then no barrier separates you.

He winds the shutter down to secure the shop, and he seems relaxed, but you can see the sexual tension in the line of his shoulders, the set of his back.

Between work and other commitments, you haven’t been spending as much time together as you’ve wanted to, and you both feel the loss keenly.

Once the shutter’s down, you put a little sway into your hips and walk to the back room of the shop. When you get to the doorway, you turn and crook your finger. Harrison wings up a brow, but he’s smiling, and he hasn’t shaved for two days, and the way his hair curls over his forehead gives him a roguish air.

He’s gorgeous enough and has family connections enough to be a proper jock - arrogant, privileged, a dick to anyone he deems below him, but he isn’t. He’s kind and sweet and strong and sure of himself in a grounding, comforting way.

He’s perfect for you, in every way that matters.

He follows you into the back room, closes the door, flips through vinyl. “Gotta set the mood.”

You roll your eyes playfully at him, but then he selects Shut Off the Lights by Bastille, and it’s just the right thing - he always knows. He always knows what you need, but he doesn’t push and he isn’t cocky with it - he’s just… Harrison. And you adore him.

You go shy for a moment at thinking about being naked in the back of the store, but then Harrison catches your hand and tugs you into a dance, and it’s slow and soft but still so fun, so the two of you, and you curl into his broad frame, your fingers sinking into the well washed fabric of his henley. His heart beats under your ear and you could stay here forever.

You move to the music together and kiss and laugh and dance and cuddle and kiss some more, and it becomes a dance of its own, you removing each other’s clothes and kissing each inch of warm skin uncovered.

The twilight from the small window in the back room kisses the planes and angles of Harrison’s face, and he’s so handsome your breath catches, and your heart skips a beat because he’s yours.

You’d like to see him in the starlight, and you catalog that wish away for another time. Right now, you spread greedy palms over his chest, feel the crisp curl of the light smattering of hair there.

He hmmms deep in his throat and tugs you to him, and you kiss for the longest time, long, drugging kisses that end with you pliant and blissed out against him, and when he settles your hands behind you on an old desk, and kneels at your feet, your heart turns over in anticipation of what’s to come.

Your dress is long gone, and Harrison kisses his way up one leg and then the other. His lips ghost over where you want him most, and you grab at his hair when he teases you over and over.

“Something you want?” he asks, cheekily.

“You know there is.”

He goes to kiss your thigh and you almost scream, and then he surprises you by pulling your underwear down and putting his mouth there.

He’s a fast learner, and over your time together he’s taught himself what you like most. He goes about it at a leisurely pace tonight, like he wants to draw it out, savour every second. When you’re arching against his face, you feel him smile, and then he eats you out in earnest and you’re crying his name as you tangle your hands in his pile of soft, old-gold hair.

He looks up at you like you hung the moon, and you meet his gaze and think, you’re it for me.

You squeeze his shoulders and he gets the hint and straightens up, kissing you deeply so you taste yourself.

“Please,” you whisper.

“Hang on, baby.” He turns to dig in his jeans for a condom, passes it to you. You smile as you help him shuck his boxers and then roll the rubber on slowly, stroking him as you do. He grits out a quiet “fuck,” and he never curses, and the syllables make you wetter.

You boost yourself up to sit on the desk and spread your legs, and he moves between them, and during another drugging kiss, he lines up, and you can’t breathe for a second as he slides inside you, and it’s like coming home.

“Never gonna think about this room the same way again,” he murmurs against your neck.

You chuckle, threading one hand into his hair and bracing the other on his shoulder. “Me neither.”

He pulls out a little and then thrusts in again, bottoming out this time, and you both moan at the perfection of it.

“Sometimes wish we didn’t have to do anything but this,” he whispers into your hair.

You press your face into his neck and you wish that too.

He makes slow and sweet love to you on that old desk in the record shop store room. The twilight fades, but it pools grey and gold on Harrison’s bare back, picks out the brown in his blond hair. You wish you could file away his every sharp inhale of pleasure and little growl of satisfaction, your own personal mixtape, stored in your dreams.

When you come together, it’s the best music that only you two will ever hear.

You cuddle in the afterglow for a little while, and then when the record stops, he helps you dress.

“Well, this is gonna live in my memory forever.”

You grin. “Until we have sex someplace more imaginative.”

“What?” he laughs. “What did you have in mind?”

But you don’t tell him all your ideas tonight. After all, you two have all the time in the world.

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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Cinematic Parallels: Lewis Pullman character working behind a desk with a fold-up top

#cinematic parallels #lewis pullman #bad times at the el royale #press play #my gifs #my edits #gifs #gifset

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delopsia · 11 months

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

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green-socks · 2 years

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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

#harrison knott x reader #i accidentally wrote something #i just love him #harrison knott #press play

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jungle-angel · 1 year

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“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.

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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

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.

#press play #harrison knott #harrison knott x reader #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader

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