55 - “Say it again” 91 - ““I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

Gonna use our conversation from last night. No regrets ;)

Harrison loved you. He did. However, he didn’t love that you constantly texted your best friend, who just so happened to be dating his best friend, at nearly all times. In fact, the one time he used to be able to count on you not texting her was when he was sleeping with you, but even that was starting to change.

He was thrusting into you languidly, panting softly in your ear when he heard the text tone that indicated that your best friend had texted you...again. He ignored the noise, continuing to push into you, groaning a bit until he heard the sound of a text being sent from you. He groaned, pulling away from you with a frown.

“Baby, really? Now?” He chuckled, ever the patient man, pulling your phone from your fingers and beginning to pound into you harder. You cried out in ecstasy as the head of cock nudged that delicious spot inside you. You began to writhe beneath him, pleasure overwhelming you. “That’s it, darling. Not too focused on your phone now, are you?” He chuckled darkly, wrapping his fingers around your throat. His grip wasn’t too tight, just tight enough to make you feel dizzy and lightheaded, a move he reserved for when he was really upset with you. “Who’s making you feel this good, huh?” He asked, eyeing you in a challenge to defy him again. You moaned out, making him raise his eyebrows at you. “I asked you a question, darling.”

“Y-you, Hazzy!” You cried out, your skin feeling as though it had been set on fire.

“Say it again.” He demanded in a growl over the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

“You, Harrison!” You choked out, your voice feeling dry and scratchy.

“Awh, come on darling. I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that. What’s the matter? Nothing to say now? You want to text your friend so damn badly, how about I give you something to text her about, huh?”

“Fuck, Haz!” You whined feeling your high approach, and if Harrison’s sloppy thrusts were any indication, he was getting close as well.

Well, he wasn’t wrong, you’d definitely have something to talk about with your best friend, later...

This was the last one, thank you again to everyone who participated!!

@soft-haz​

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to be spending a sexy, romantic, and intimate evening with Harrison, but it had all gone to shit so quickly. It started after you’d put on the lingerie in the bathroom. It was meant to be a surprise for him, you waiting on the bed clad in the skimpy outfit like a present under the Christmas tree, but instead, you couldn’t pull your eyes from your reflection in the mirror.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that the color didn’t look right on you. And it didn’t fit you right. But you knew the truth. It didn’t FEEL right, which is why you opened the door to see a startled Harrison sitting on the edge of your bed. Startled, not because you were wearing the black, lacy thong and bra, but because the expression on your face was nothing short of misery. His eyebrows furrowed, concern lacing his features.

“What’s wrong, darling? You know I didn’t expect anything, right?” He whispered, reaching his hand out to you. But, he didn’t make any moves to hold you just yet. He knew you would come to him when you were ready, and with as delicate as your emotions were when you felt this way, he’d hate to be the one to tip you over the edge.

“I don’t feel good.” You whispered, and while anyone else could have misinterpreted it as feeling ill, Harrison knew you better than anyone else, and he knew that it wasn’t physical illness you were experiencing.

“Come cuddle, baby.” He held his arms out, scooting back so that he sat against the headboard.

“But we were supposed to-”

“We can do that anytime, darling. Let me help you, yeah?” He was always so gentle with your emotions, and you adored him for it.

You did as he asked, laying down in his arms, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck while he turned on the TV. He was sure to press loving kisses to your face every few minutes, reminding you of how much he loved you. Every now and then he’d ask if you needed anything, water, a snack, to hear your three favorite words escape his lips, and though you told him you were fine, he told you he loved you anyway. So, while the evening hadn’t exactly gone as planned, it couldn’t have possibly ended better.

Finishing the blurbs from this weekend.

You knew these days well. They haunted you from time to time, but today was one of the worst you’d had in a long time. When you were like this, you didn’t always think reasonably, and it was difficult to pull you out. It was deep and dark, and terrifying. You were convinced that you were the only one on your own side and everyone else was against you. It was the times you needed Harrison the most, but it was also the times you pushed him away the most.

He could tell right away that something was wrong. You were looking at the food on your plate, pushing it around, but he could tell that’s not what you were seeing. It wasn’t until a tear hit the dining room table that he stood, pulling you up from the table and wrapping his arms around you. Wordlessly, he leads you to the bedroom, sitting you down on top of it and wrapping one of your soft blankets around your shoulders. He left to grab you a glass of water when you reached out, grasping his wrist in both of your hands.

“Please. Don’t.” You could barely whisper, your chin trembling and tears flooding your eyes. He bit his lip, blinking his own tears away before nodding gently.

“I’m not leaving, okay?” He mumbled, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. I’ll always be right here.” He reassured softly, allowing you to fall asleep in his arms and hopefully wake up feeling better the next day.

No more requests, please!

Alright love, so here’s the deal. I wasn’t going to write this because I don’t want kids, so I don’t like to write this stuff (pregnancy/dad/mom), but because I love you, I will make one exception <3

Harrison was going to be a great father. You knew it from the first time you’d seen him with his niece and nephew, but it was only when he’d gotten you pregnant that you really knew. As time went on, and your stomach grew, Harrison became more and more protective of you. It got to a point where he would barely let you lift a finger for yourself. It was sweet if annoying at times.

It was a Saturday morning, and you were trying to put your sneakers on your feet so that Haz could take you to his Mom’s house for the afternoon to have lunch. Your socks were barely wrapped around your toes, and you groaned in frustration as you tried to pull them over your heel. You tried pulling your foot forward and backward but to no avail. Your large, rounded stomach prevented you from effectively being able to dress yourself.

“Here,” Harrison entered the room, seeing you struggle for just a second before jumping in to save you. “Let me help you.” He kneeled in front of you, pulling your socks up the rest of the way and pushing your slightly swollen feet into your sneakers before standing, pulling you up by your hands and making sure you were balanced before letting go.

“My hero.” You teased, placing a loving kiss on his lips, knowing that as long as you had Harrison, there was nothing you couldn’t do.

No more blurbs, please.