#harrison osterfeild x reader

[spideyzgirl]

↳ *desire play* ༉‧₊˚✧

summary ↠ tom wants to try something new in the bedroom, but he left you in the dark about one important thing.

pairing ↠ tom holland x reader x harrison osterfield

warnings ↠ smut, threesome, cursing, cuckold, name calling, degradation + praise, dirty talk, oral (m+f), use of blindfold

wc ↠ 1533

(A/N) this better unflop me fr 😤

taglist | masterlist

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tom caressed your hips gently as he slipped his fingers under the sides of your lace panties. your lips moved together, the kiss getting deeper and hungrier. your hands pry at the waistband of his boxers, desperately tugging at the fabric.

he pulls away slowly and grabs at your hands, making you pout. “what’s wrong?” you ask.

“nothing, i promise. just wait here, i wanna try something.” he gently moved you off of him and gave you one more kiss before he headed out of the bedroom. you decided while you waited, you go ahead and strip yourself of your bra and panties.

a few seconds later he returned with a black cloth in his hands, and your excitement at his return turned into curiosity. tom smiled to himself as his eyes roam over your body, taking you in as he neared you. what an angel you were.

“tom, what’s that?”

“it’s a blindfold,” he held it up for you to see. “i wanna put it on you. would you be okay with that?”

“yeah, i’m up for it.” you nodded. you liked trying new things with tom, especially in the bedroom.

“good girl.” tom stands over you and puts the blindfold on you, altering it so it fits right on you. “it’s not too tight, is it?”

“no, ‘s fine.” there was silence after that, you didn’t even hear his footsteps moving around you. a few seconds went by as you waited anxiously. your heart pounded hard with excitement. you didn’t know what he was going to do to you, and that’s what thrilled you.

you flinched slightly when he parted your legs, his hands kneading your inner thighs gently, your skin burned with eagerness. he parted your lips, and you could feel his soft breath tickling your clit. desperation swirled in the pit of your stomach as you waited for him to do something, anything.

finally, he swiped his tongue from your slit to your pulsing clit, collecting your juices on his tongue. a sharp gasp fell from your lips, and you immediately moved to toy with your nipples.

he flicked your clit feverishly as he went to work on you with his tongue, eating your pussy like it was his last day on earth. you arched your back, nearly snapping yourself in half as moans erupted from your throat. your stomach tensed as he dipped his tongue into your hole, fucking you with the thick muscle. his large hands pushed your legs further apart, trying to taste more of you.

you ran a hand down to feel his hair, and when you did, you frowned a little. you don’t remember toms hair being this short. it wasn’t as soft or as curly as it usually was either. you tried to ignore it and focus on what he was giving you, but you just couldn’t shake the strangeness of it all.

“tom?”

“yes darling?” he responded. his voice came from a different direction though, and the tongue on your cunt never stopped going at you.

you ripped the blindfold off, and gasped when you saw harrison lapping away at your pussy. what the hell?

you looked to your left and there was tom, stroking himself with a pleased smile as he watched his best friend tongue-fuck you. it was harrison the entire time, not tom.

“it’s okay baby, relax. let harrison make you feel good.” tom let out breathily.

“god, she tastes fucking amazing.” harrison chuckled and went back to devouring you.

“i told you. my girls got the best pussy ever.”

you didn’t know what to do. you wanted to push him off of you, but you didn’t want it to stop yet, it felt so fucking good. would you be betraying tom if you let this happen? he was letting it happen. besides, you couldn’t say you never thought about taking them both at the same time. you never thought it’d become reality though.

you moaned at their words and let the pleasure take over your body. your eyes fluttered shut and you relaxed, letting the mattress take your weight again. tom smiled at your acceptance and rubbed himself faster.

the idea of his best friend giving it to his girlfriend was something that turned tom on plenty. it might’ve been the fact that he knew he could make you cum harder and faster than any other, and it was amusing to watch them try to outdo him. no one could fuck you better than tom.

he thought back to the night that inspired all of this. you woke tom up with your squirming, and you had started moaning harrison’s name in your sleep. he knew he should’ve been pissed, but he for some reason, he was turned on. so he watched you that night, listening to your moans and whines and praises. he even took it upon himself to stroke himself while he watched, and you both came. he didn’t even know it was possible for someone to do that in their sleep.

he hadn’t stopped thinking about that night ever since. neither of you brought it up to the other, so here tom was, surprising you with what you both secretly desired.

“you know baby, after you had that wet dream about haz that one night,” he spoke up. “i just couldn’t get it out of my mind.” your eyes widened at the mention of it. he wasn’t supposed to know about that. you felt guilty for keeping it a secret, and even guiltier that the dream happened at all.

“i- are you mad?” you whined.

“oh no baby, i’m not mad. god knows i should’ve been but fuck, after fantasizing about it, you just look so sexy this way darling.”

you moaned and tried pulling harrison closer to your pussy. shit, he was good. not as good as tom of course, but definitely a close second. harrison chuckled, the vibrations stimulating you even more.

“why don’t you put that mouth to use baby?wanna see those pretty lips around my cock.” tom moved closer to your face, and you eagerly took him in your mouth, moaning as the bittersweet taste of his precum smeared on your tongue.

you bobbed your head, whimpering around him when harrison pushed two fingers inside of you, thrusting and twisting painfully fast. tom threw his head back as his face contorted in pleasure, your whimpers and whines sending tingles up his spine. “good fucking girl.”

toms fingers find your nipples, pinching and pulling at the pebbled flesh. your mind was a blur and your body was on fire. tears pooled in your eyes as you took everything they gave you. it was too much, but at the same time you still wanted more.

“aw, my sweet girl is crying. what, does it feel good? is it too much?” he cooed, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face. you shook your head no, and he chuckled lowly. “not enough?”

you give him a pleading look, and he gasps after finally realizing what you’re silently begging for.“oh. i see what you want. damn, my girls such a slut.” he removes himself from your mouth and walks over to harrison. “slide over haz, one tongue just isn’t enough for my baby.”

harrison makes room for tom, and as soon as toms tongue was added with harrison’s, you were sent to second heaven. you’ve never had two guys taste you at the same time, the feeling was unexplainable.

it was painful as it was pleasurable. harrison was focused on your clit, while tom plunged in and out of your hole. your body went completely numb, and your mouth hung open, but you couldn’t make a sound. your back arched as far as it could go you were sure you’d break. “so fucking good for us.” tom mumbled, slapping your inner thigh. the pain only adding to the pleasing ache in your cunt.

you looked down in between you, and let out a shaky breath. the boys were sloppily lapping at you, not even caring that their tongues would clash every so often.

suddenly, your bubbling in the pit if your stomach before was threatening to erupt, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. you finally released, your high crashing down over you, overwhelming you completely, liquid heat running through your veins. your body trembled as you let out a shrill cry, your pussy gushing all over the boys mouths.

“that’s my girl.” tom smiled and rubbed your thigh soothingly. “did so good for us love.”

they cleaned a bit of your juices off of your thigh, as you laid there completely out of breath, your body still trembling. tom took notice of that and shook his head at you. “oh darling, we haven’t even fucked you properly yet.”

“w-what?” you asked, your mind still foggy from your orgasm. you look to harrison who was taking his belt off while eyeing you like food.

“we’re not done with you yet, love. look at what you’ve done to harrison,” he spoke. there was no denying the tent in his pants was because of you. “you’ve gotta help him feel better now, darling.”

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[tomholland1996simp]

Tom Holland sister blurb where she has a crush on Harrison and doesn’t like it when the boys are rude to him as a joke

Harrison || Holland sister

Y/n was sitting in her room playing with her dolls, she had been playing for over an hour now. She picked out cute outfits for each doll, trying to find the best one for her most favourite one. She was very occupied, focusing on nothing but her toys. Well that was until she heard voices from downstairs. Normally she would ignore them and continue to play, however she heard a certain voice that made her sprint down the stairs.

Y/n’s little feet ran down the stairs, carful not to fall over whilst doing so. She knew that voice very well, it being from a person she grew very close with that no one had expected. “Hwrrison!” She shouted, the male being in her full view now as he took his coat off, hanging it up.

Harrison eyes moved over to the young holland that adored him the most. He bent down his arms opening wide. “Y/nnn!” He said in the exact same excited tone that she used.

Once she crashed into his arms he picked her up, spinning her around making the five year old giggle. Y/n cuddled into him, wrapping her tiny legs around his body. “I missed you” She said like she usually would. Y/n would always miss Harrison, she would ask about him all the time to Tom or the other brothers.

“I missed you to my favourite Holland” he placed her down on the floor so he could greet the others, but she wouldn’t let go.

“Oi I heard that!” Harry said walking into the room with Tom who followed behind him. “Y/n let go of him so I can say hi at least” Tom chuckles as his little sister let go of his best friend, him greeting with a bro hug. Tom always wondered when her obsession with Harrison had happened, he even wondered why. Ever since y/n could talk or walk she always went to Harrison loving him more than her actual brothers.

“Hwrrison, I went on my bike ywsterday!” Y/n happily said, jumping up and down.

“Did you?!” Harrison said excited.

“Yes and Tommy helped me to pedal, he taught me what to do” You smiled at Tom. “Wow, that’s so cool. You need to show me one day” Harrison said walking into the kitchen following Tom who pulled out two beers and a juice for y/n.

They both moved into the living room, starting a conversation up as y/n quickly ran up the stairs, coming back down with her favourite blanket. She saw Harrison sitting directly across from Tom, so she climbed up onto the same sofa as him and snuggled into him with her blanket.

“Don’t you wanna cuddle with me?” Tom asked, jealousy bubbling up inside him.

“No, I want Hwrrison” She adverted her eyes to the tv, watching the program that was left on from earlier.

Y/n and the boys stayed in their potions, Harrison’s arm around the girl letting her snuggle into him. This wasn’t new to Harrison, no, he actually fount it quite cute the way his best friends sister would act around him. The way she would always call him off Toms phone or the way she would kiss his cheek when she said goodbye or even when she would help him play fight with the boys.

“Harrison shut up you div” Sam laughed, slapping the boy on the arm. It was later on and the boys were still drinking, just talking about random things with light music in the background.

“Hey! Dwnt hit him!” Y/n snapped suddenly, feeling the need to protect him. She rubbed his arm, which didn’t hurt at all, glaring at Sam who looked at her with certain eyes. “You okay?” The five year old turned her gaze to Haz.

All the boys were too confused to speak. Y/n had always hated it when the boys would joke around with Harrison, being mean to him even though he didn’t mind it as he did it back. Harrison just nodded his head, “I’m fine don’t worry” He smiled at the girl who nodded her head.

“Someone protective” Tom chuckles as Y/n kisses where Sam hit Haz’s arm.

“More like someone has a crush” Harry joined in, laughing at his little sister. He knew it was more than just being obsessed with him, she had to have a crush on him no?

“Watch this, Harrison your so ugly!” Harry joked watching the girls face twitch. “Harrison actually stinks, ewww” Tom laughed and Harrison hid his laugh as the girl sprung up.

“No he not! Your so rude, mummy said you should never say that to anywne! Haz is not ugly, he pretty. And smwll nicely” The girl smelt Harrison, earning a small chuckle from him. Y/n stood up walking over to Harry and Tom. “Your ugly and you stink, not him” She said angrily.

Harrison smirked, “Yeah your ugly and stink” He stuck his tongue out copying the little girls actions. Y/n walked back over to Harrison sitting in his lap to hug him, she kissed his cheek twice before looking at him. “Your pretty Hwrrison” She honestly said.

Harrison kissed her cheek, “Aww, your pretty too y/n” This made the little girl blush, getting off Harrison and giggling, hiding her face in her blanket.

“Y/n has a crush on Harrison!” Sam cheered.

Y/n hid her face in her blanket more embarrassed. She never thought of Harrison like a brother she always liked him, she wouldn’t let anyone be rude to him. “Shut up” The young holland said still hiding her face.

“It’s okay y/n. Sam is just stinks like feet” Harrison laughed and so did she.

“Well Harrison doesn’t shower” Sam called taking a swing of his beer, regretting after as his younger sister got off the sofa mad.

“YES HE DOES!” Y/n shouts bolting to her brother to attack him.

I literally hate this, it’s rushed sorry.

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[babyparker13]

This is such a stretch but do any of my Holland fam girlies from 2020 remember an instagram acc called HarmonyHolland that used to post little fics because I swear I’m the only person that remembers it and I can’t find it anywhere, I neeeeeeed it back 😭

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[tom-holland-parker]

Richkid!Tom x reader x Harrison Part 2

Part 1

Word count: 742

Note: I literally haven’t had the energy to write for so long and when I finally do want to write I break my fucking wrist. So ignoring all the pain that writing this caused, LITERALLY, here is the long awaited part 2 that people wanted. Hope you like it besties

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“Baby, Look what you did to Harrison” Tom gestured to Harrison’s cock. You groaned as you felt Tom’s fingers move to your clit, “Why don’t you go help him out”

“Please” You weren’t sure what you were begging for, maybe it was for Tom to keep touching you or maybe it was for Harrison to fuck your mouth either way you wanted both, “I’ll be a good girl”

“Yeah you will” Tom kissed your temple, removing his fingers from your clit. You whimpered at the loss of his fingers as you opened your eyes to see Harrison walking closer to you, his hand in his pants fisting his cock. You moved to fall to your knees but Tom grabbed your arm, “Lets move to the living room”

You didn't protest, grabbing Harrison by the hand and moving him to the couch, “where do you want me?” You asked as you failed to take your eyes off his hardened cock.

“I want you bouncing on my cock like the perfect slut your daddy makes you out to be” Harrison’s hands moved to your hips as he pulled you closer. Your knees falling to the couch as your hands moved to grip his shoulders. You moaned as Harrison’s hands traveled over your body, not a spot untouched by him. 

A sudden unexpected slap on your ass caused your body to jolt forward. You looked up, eyes meeting Tom as he stood behind you, his hands moved to grab your neck, “be a good girl and do it just like daddy taught you to”

Heat flushed your body as you became filled with the need to please the two best friends. Without a second thought you guide Harrison’s cock to your hungry pussy, desperate for him to stretch you out. “Oh fuck-” Harrison moans as you moved down on him, your pussy so tight and wet.

“You’re so big” You moaned as you felt his hands move to your hips once again to guide your bounces. You leaned back into Tom as you felt his hands pet your hair, “Does that feel good baby?” He asked, already knowing the answer

“So good daddy” Your loud sounds of pleasure filling the room, “So fucking good”

Tom smiled as he looked down at you, his cock becoming hard again at the sight of you riding his best friend. Harrison was on cloud 9 with every single movement you made on his cock, “Fuck y/n just like that” His hand moved to rub your clit, “Such a good girl”

The tight circles being rubbed into your clit were sending you overboard, you gripped toms thigh as you came on Harrison’s cock. ”You can do better than that” Tom’s voice rang in your ears, “give him another one baby”

Tom smiled as your eyes rolled back, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out, he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. No words were exchanged as you already knew what he wanted, you opened up and welcomed his cock with the warmth of your mouth.

The feeling was indescribable, being filled both ways at the same time. You’d spent countless nights getting yourself off to the idea of it but experiencing it was better than whatever your mind came up with.

Harrison’s eyes rolled back as he felt you squirt around him. He came deep inside you, pulling out just to enjoy the sight of his cum dripping out your ruined cunt, making a mess between the both of you.

Tom was relentless while fucking your throat, he was chasing his high and didn’t care how he got it. It didn’t take long before he was cumming in your mouth, if he had one weakness it was your mouth. Pulling out, he smiled as he saw the mess that was your face. Covered in sweat, drool, and now his cum dripping down your chin, there wasn’t a prettier sight.

He brought his fingers to your chin, scooping up the stray cum that didn’t make it to your mouth and put it on your tongue. You closed your eyes, enjoying sucking off the cum from his fingers, “That’s right baby, not a drop goes to waste”

When his fingers left your mouth you pouted. Harrison chuckled at the submissive state that you seemed so comfortable in. “Now get on your knees and clean Harrison up” Tom smiled as he grabbed your throat, “every single drop”

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[websterss]

𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑 — 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: The reader is a knight and has fought to earn her place amongst the other men, plus the reader’s father was one of the greatest knights in the kingdom. And she trains harder than any of the other knights. 

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Fluff, some angst I guess

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,815

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Prince!Harrison Osterfield x Knight!fem!Reader 

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you like it! This is an old repost.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

There had been a time where a little girl dreamed of living in riches and dressed properly in the finest gowns made by the best seamstresses. That dream brought her hope and fascination. Royalty was something she wanted for her family more than her own desires. Her family didn’t have the best money, but they did have something going for them. Her father served as a knight for the Osterfield’s, a royally rich family who repaid the Y/L/N’s back for allowing her father to guard the royal family.

As her father trained and fought when Y/n was barely a small child, he often brought her along and let her explore the parts of the castle where he built up his strength with the rest of the men who served. Y/n would wander around carefully avoiding swords that clashed together and sharp knives being thrown at their target. She’d go down a long corridor where it would lead her to the stables. This had to be her favorite place to go. Especially after her meeting with the king and queen’s son. Harrison.

Harrison and she hit it off quite nicely after he offered her an apple after having fallen down from trying to climb on top of one of the horses. Just a scrape on the knee and a juicy red apple to calm her cries. The two were only eight and nine at the time. By now Harrison was learning the ways of ruling an entire kingdom all on his own, for now at least, since he was to be betrothed to a princess on his twenty-first birthday. Yet you knew better where your priorities stood. And that was to serve and guard your majesties and fight in any war that could harm the royal family and its kingdom.

Having a place amongst the other knights was an honor. Serving and protecting your king and queen was basically giving up your life for theirs, but it was a sacrifice you were willing to do for your kingdom and for your father. After having won in a chaotic war, to which your father prepared his entire life for, nothing could have prepared him for his beloved wife to fall ill. This was shortly after your twelfth birthday.

A common sickness that your mother had held. The doctors said there was nothing that could be done other than being by her side during her last few hours. It brought you despair and utter depression to watch her go. Her eyes slowly closed. It replayed in your head over and over, until it became a nightmare you would wake up from.

Her dying changed some part within you that it made you hate any higher end for taking her so soon. It made you angry, it made you do the one thing that your father never wanted you to become. But alas, there was nothing he could do to prevent you from being a noble knight like he was. He forbade you, but he knew better than to think you would actually listen to him, and to what he had to oppose.

He hadn’t let you touch a bloody sword until you turned sixteen. Then that’s when your training began. A lot of the younger boys who were about your age considered you a dainty girl who could break under a simple beating. They made fun of you, but what would they know, you were a girl, so what, it’s not like they’ve haven’t seen a girl before. You were a girl who had something to prove, not just to the boys who laughed and mocked you or even your father, but to the girl’s who didn’t believe they could be above a man.

It was not easy at first, the guys definitely did not go soft on you, which you were grateful for, but it did hurt nonetheless every time they pinned you under them. You could not put your finger on the number of cuts and bruises you received from them. 

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The groans you let out as one of the boys you would be paired up with, Philipp, had always managed to get a tight hold on your wrist. Pinning them above your head with a stupid smirk plastered on his lips.

“Sure you got the hang of it there, sweetheart?” Philipp would taunt you. He was never one who liked to be beaten, so as long as he had a girl, you, underneath him. All the guys saw him as an equal.

“Get off me.” You’d grunt as he always felt the need to apply pressure to a bruised area on your body.

“If we were not training, I would like this position a tad more, don’t ya think so?” Phillip was rather straightforward when he wanted to be, but when he spoke what was on his mind, it usually wasn’t quite appropriate.

“I said get off!”

“Make me then.”

“Phillip, I believe the lady asked you to let her go.” His voice brought chills down your spine as you noticed how quiet the training area got.

It was almost an everyday thing where the prince himself got you out of situations where you needed help. You never asked for his service or the constant saving. You were a knight, and a knight played the hero, not the damsel in distress. Stressed out you were at times, but a damsel, certainly not, and never would be.

“You did not have to do that.” You protested.

“You did not have to become a knight either, but here we are. Besides, Phillip was being an arse.” Harrison’s expression gave it all away, he was angry.

“And he will keep being an arse if you do not quit helping me. I am not…” You paused. “a damsel who needs saving, Harrison.” You clenched your jaw and let a few teardrops fall. Your face hardened. You had grown tired of the constant pleading and arguing. You did not have the time to put up with him.

“You are not a knight yet, Y/n, so I’ll keep being your knight in shining armor until then.” Those would be his final words every time you confronted him about the way he saw you, the way he treated you. As if you were a delicate flower, so precious, so dainty that even the slightest crush or touch from a hand would somehow cause you harm. You would lose a petal and begin to fade. You were not going to have none of it though. 

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It was a regular evening at the castle. Some of the knights were standing guard, keeping a close eye for an intruder. The king and queen and their youngest, Princess Charlotte, were all tucked away in their chambers fast asleep getting a good night’s rest. The prince, however, was very wide awake, and couldn’t get the tiniest bit of shut-eye. Staring at the dark ceiling tucked underneath the sheets, he couldn’t help but feel the need to get out of bed. Not having the slightest idea of what he would find, Harrison slipped on his breeches and a shirt. He left his shirt untied, letting the thin black strings hang loosely on his chest. He slipped on his boots and left his chamber.

The corridors were slightly dimmed by the burning torches up against the walls, it wasn’t completely dark, but not dark enough where he couldn’t see.

Walking past pillars he was all too familiar with, he soon realized he was coming close to the training area. A glimmer of light illuminating the entryway of the double doors. One door was ajar, however.

He got closer and then finally heard heavy grunts and puffs and the sound of the targets getting hit. He stepped forward glancing inside to see who had the nerve to be up this late at night.

He wasn’t sure who it could be, the curiosity got the better of him and he leaned his body weight against the door frame, getting a clear view of the person.

And lo and behold, there you were facing the knives you just threw perfectly alongside the arrows you arched just minutes early.

You were quite out of breath, and the beads of sweat on your face and neck lingered. Some of it could still be seen right down the cleavage area on the top of your breast. Even in this state, Harrison could not help but admire you more.

You ran the back of your sleeve against your forehead. Taking a deep breath before grabbing a hold of your crossbow, pulling it upwards to aim.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Harrison announced his presence inside the room making you quickly turn around at the sound of his voice.

Harrison stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

“As opposed to your bedtime?” You quipped back at him.

“I am the prince I can do as I please.” He rolled his eyes as he took long strides towards you. 

“And I am a knight, I can train as I please.” You turned your back to him. “Preferably alone that is.” You said over your shoulder.

“Ah yes.” He nodded playing along. “Will you see lady Y/n.” He smirked knowing how much you dislike being called lady. “You certainly can train, but you wouldn’t be much use if you keep overworking yourself now would you?” He hovered over you, standing closely behind you. The touch of his fingers sweeping your hair to one side was too good to be true. 

“I am not overworking myself.” Your chest rose and then fell from short of breath.

“Your sweating love.” Harrison walked around to face you fully. His hand rose to brush a few strands of your hair out of your face.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “That is what happens when someone works very hard.” 

“Why do you need to work harder?” He looked at you confused. “I am still hoping to prove my worth.” You shrugged.

“Worth? You most certainly have proven the strength you contain and your capability of pinning even the strongest man there is. What more could you possibly have to prove?!” He shook his head in disbelief.

You stared at him for a brief moment before shaking your head and retrieved your two swords. Of course, Harrison would be clueless to what you needed to prove. Too busy trying to be king, he forgot the one thing you disliked him doing. If he couldn’t figure it out for himself then you were going to have to do it yourself.

“Y/n?” He furrowed his brows as he watched you throw your swords and catch them by the blades.

“What do you think you are doing?” He stepped back as you took a step towards him.

“Proving myself.” You let a deep breath out before lunging yourself at him.

Harrison reacted rather quickly, dodging the arm you swung towards his head. Once he stood tall again he stared at you wide-eyed.

“Are you mad?”

“Fight me!” You swung your swords again.

“What? No, Y/n stop this!” Harrison kept dodging your swings. He was ducking and backing away from your approaches. He was getting really tired of trying to get away from you, so he did what he could do. Right as you took another swing at him he crouched and spun kicking your leg outwards. The contact made you fall on your back with a grunt.

Harrison acted quickly and straddled your hips to get you to stop moving. He grabbed a hold of your wrist and pinned them above your head.

“Will. You. Stop!” He groaned as you continued to squirm underneath him.

“Get off me!” You growled.

“No.” He narrowed his eyes on you. “I did not wake up to fight you.” 

“Then why are you even here?”

“I was concerned about you.” His eyes softened a bit.

“I’m fine.” You huffed as you felt defeated by his hold.

“I do not believe you.” He stared down at you with those blue eyes of his.

“Get off.” You muttered quietly.

“Not until you tell me why you felt the need to fight with me.” He shook his head. You continued to squirm around more until you finally caved in. “You see me as weak.” You frowned.

“What are you talking about?”

“I am talking about you treating me as if I am still a damsel in distress. It has been a very long time and to this day you keep doing things that make me look dainty.” You admitted. 

“What things?” He questioned.

“Well for starters this!” You motioned to how you and he were laying on the floor.

“Oh.” He quickly released your wrists. “I didn’t know that bothered you.” He dusted the dirt off him before offering his hand to you. You took it, either way, then got up to your feet. 

“It does.” You wiped off the dirt on your worn out dress.

“Why is it so important to you that I see you as anything but dainty?” He came closer to you. 

“I have tried my hardest to prove to your mother and father and the other men that I can be just as strong and capable of going into battle, but even if I am working harder, it seems like the only person I can’t seem to prove that too, is you.”

“I know you are strong Y/n.” He smiled to himself a little.

“If you know I am, then why do you constantly keep trying to get me out of harm’s way? You keep trying to prevent me from being a knight. Why is that Harrison?” 

“For that exact reason, love. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“It is a little too late for that now.” You scoffed softly. “That’s no reason though, why do you hate the idea of me being a knight?”

“Ever since I met you, you have shown me how tough you really are. There is no denying that, but ever since your father came back from war injured, you haven’t stopped thinking of being a knight. You were never told to become one, you just did. You have never told me why you wanted to be one, it has always been a mystery to me. And as much as I don’t like you using a sword, or battling the other men, you are most certainly great at it.” He smiled at all the times where you had managed to pin some of the other men down. “I have never seen you as someone who is dainty or weak for that matter, but you have been my best friend for as long as I can remember, so getting the chance to know you and grow up with you, you have a spot in my heart. I couldn’t bear the idea of something terrible happening to you.”

You took everything he told you. Every word, every movement, every shine that glowed in his eyes. You could not have asked for a better best friend, one you have grown to love with all your heart, and much more.

“Have I ever told you how much you mean to me because you do.” You laughed shakily.

“I do not believe you have.” He chuckled, taking a step after another, until he was right in front of you. His eyes wandered over every small detail of your face, only this time he was really observing you. Taking in every bit of you. He raised a hand and cupped the side of your face. His thumb rubbed over your cheek softly. Your breath hitched as you soon came to realize just how close the proximity was between the both of you. You could feel the slightest breath he let past his nose hit directly onto your lips.

“You mean so much to me.” You whispered as your head rested against his own.

“As do you to me.” He lifted your chin up so your eyes could meet his. “I want you to know that…I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled softly, not thinking much of his words.

“No, love, I love you. Not just that, I adore you, in more ways than one.”

“Harrison-” You began shaking your head not believing the words he was speaking to you.

“I hope you feel the same way as I do.” He said.

“I do.” You muttered.

“I want you to be right by my side when I am crowned king. Forever and always.” 

“What about your princess?”

“That is my decision, not my fathers or my mothers. I want nothing more, but you.” 

“You mean that?” You smiled.

“Every word my love.” He leaned down and captured your lips in a slow rhythmic kiss.

“Forever and always?” You pulled back for air.

“Forever and always.” He kissed one more time.

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfeild x reader #harrison osterfield imagines #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield x fem!reader #harrison osterfield oneshot #my gif #writings by juls

[mrs-hollandstan]

Could you plz write something about dad!harrison dealing with his toddler’s tantrums/terrible twos.

I changed this just a lil but it's still similar

There was nothing better than watching Haz be a dad. He was the best with your little girl. Even when she, herself, was a nightmare. Jane looked just like her daddy, and of course you'd joked about her having his attitude too, but it wasn't necessarily true. Like today. 

You had announced to Harrison that you were pregnant with his second child, and before you announced it to Jane, he wanted to be able to tell her if she was getting a little sister or a little brother. It turned out your new baby was a boy, much to Harrison's surprise considering the similarities in your first and second pregnancy. But regardless, he was excited to tell your baby girl. And the result was less than perfect. 

His announcement came from you, and was you telling her she was getting a baby brother from mommy's tummy soon, and almost the second you told her they were a boy, she'd burst in tears and she was sobbing and screaming, her face bright red. 

Harrison had grabbed her and cradled her in his arms, her head tucked into her shoulder. He pouts at you, 

"She's really upset." He murmurs. You smile, 

"She'll get over it." He scoffs, 

"She will, I won't." He tells you. You giggle, 

"I'm sure you won't." He sighs, sitting her on the couch, 

"Jane darling… you are going to have so much fun either your baby brother. You having a little sister won't change anything. You can be just as mean to a little boy." He reasons. She heaves as she continues to cry. You can tell by the look in Harrison's eyes that it's killing him. You move in, stroking her hair down, 

"Jane…" You wait until her eyes meet yours, "you like Mr. Shadow right?" You reference her stuffed bear from Harrison's mom. She nods, wiping her red rimmed eyes. You hum, 

"And you love having tea parties with him huh?" You pose. She nods again. You smile, 

"Well… the bigger the party, the more extravagant you have to get which means cake and ice cream at your tea parties." You tell her. Harrison looks between you, watching Jane light up at the mention of a few of her favorite things. You press a hand to your belly, 

"Your baby brother is gonna have his own friends like Mr. Shadow and I just know that's he's going to want to join yours and Mr. Shadow's tea parties and he'll help you get that cake and ice cream." You bribe. Harrison's heart lightens at the look in Jane's eyes, his hand reaching out to smooth her hair down. He leans in and kisses her cheek, 

"You're gonna be such a good big sister huh J?" He poses. She nods, glancing up at him, "to a baby brother huh?" He adds, testing the waters. She gives a sniffle, but she nods again, staring up at him, 

"Yeah." He smiles,

"That's my good girl. Think there's still some of Uncle Tom's red velvet cake left in the fridge, you wanna check?" He asks her. She nods, eyes lighting up again, throwing herself into his arms. He smiles, kissing her temple. You stand along with him, following him into the kitchen. After he fetches the leftover birthday cake Tom had insisted you take home for your little girl and a fork, he turns to you, 

"How bout…" He takes your hand, "We stop at two. If I have to pick up the pieces again after she has a breakdown over another baby brother, I'll have to commit myself to a psych ward." You giggle as he corners you against the counter. Reaching up to stroke his cheek, you lean in and kiss him, 

"You're the one insistent on a second baby. Wasn't my idea to get pregnant again." He smiles, leaning in to kiss you again, a little more soundly this time, humming, 

"I know but… maybe not a third." He murmurs. You nod,

"Keep it in your pants then Osterfield." You squeal as he smacks your bottom before he's fishing two more forks from the drawer, 

"Let's see how much baby boy likes cake before his big sister's tea parties." He murmurs, handing one to you and twirling one between his fingers. He watches you chew for a moment, wondering how he got so lucky with two of the most gorgeous girls on earth and a little boy on the way. 

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[faefictions]

Holland/Osterfield Masterlist

(updated as of Sep 2 2022)

Dream a Little Dream of Me 💕

Fluff - 💕 Angst - ❤️‍🩹

Tom Holland

The Night We Met ❤️‍🩹

Indentured 💕❤️‍🩹

Day Old Hate ❤️‍🩹💕

A Single Mistake ❤️‍🩹💕

Harrison Osterfield

The World is Black - Part 1 Part 2 ❤️‍🩹💕

Canceled 💕

Springfield Canonball - Part 1 Part 2 💕❤️‍🩹

Bad Day 💕

Still 💕

The Kids From Yesterday - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 ❤️‍🩹💕

Overworked 💕

Lonely People Master List - PLAYLIST  ❤️‍🩹💕

Harry Holland

Broadripple 💕❤️‍🩹

Swept 💕❤️‍🩹

Stay ❤️‍🩹💕

High and Dry ❤️‍🩹💕

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[megalony]

Love goes three ways- Part 3

tomI took a break from this series when it didn’t seem like anyone was interested but I had loads ready and it feels so good to write for this series again. I hope you all enjoy it, feedback would be amazing.

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Summary: Harrison feels like a third wheel, in love with (Y/n) when she’s in a relationship with Tom. But relationships between them all become strained and put to the test when the boys help (Y/n) recover from a stroke.

Enjoy.

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Where was he?

Sadness bubbled up in (Y/n)'s chest that was already flooded with every emotion she could and would ever feel. She was overwhelmed with emotions but sadness and anger were the ones she could feel the most. She had messaged Harrison three days ago, two days ago, yesterday and today and no matter what she said or how many times she texted him, she didn't gain any response.

Why was he ignoring her? Had she upset him by not telling him to stay that first day in the hospital when he had hurriedly left? Was he upset that she didn't try to stop him when he had been so close to kissing her? Did he think that she should have had sense when he didn't and told him that what they were about to do was wrong?

Maybe he was repulsed by her now.

But then again, if the way she looked and how deteriorated she was really repulsed him, why would he try and kiss her?

She was sad to see, he had been crying when he had been here with her, she had called out his name again and again until someone finally realised what she was saying and brought him to her. Then he cried, he was broken to see her in such a state and he clearly couldn't bring himself to see her when she was crumpled down like this. That's why he is ignoring her.

Jealousy.

That little green-eyed monster was creeping up the back of (Y/n)'s neck and dwelling in the pit of her stomach. She was jealous that he was somewhere else with someone else and not with her. Why was (Y/n) even bothered by the fact that Harrison wasn't here?

Tom was here, he had been here with her since he came back that day last week. He had stayed with her, gone home to get washed and changed and then come straight back to her. His parents and brothers had been here, they had kindly brought her grandma down to see her everyday and made sure she was never alone.

But today she was going home. She was going home and for some strange, uncertain reason, (Y/n) was yearning for Harrison to be here with her for her to go home.

"Are you ready to go?"

Casting her eyes up, (Y/n) looked at Tom who stood leaning in the doorway of her room, his hands stuffed into his pockets and his lips curved into a gentle, loving smile.

"Yeah," (Y/n) outwardly cringed at how horrid her words sounded, she was drunk in a bar trying and failing to ask for another drink.

It felt horrid that her mouth wasn't under her control, she could feel it slanting down at the side but she couldn't pull the muscles back up. It was almost funny, (Y/n) had never had to think about keeping her mouth in a straight line and she didn't even realise her muscles were always working so her lips didn't slope down to one side like this. Now she couldn't even force her lips back into their usual shape.

Her words sounded slurred, broken, quiet and mixed with spit and she hated it. She wasn't a toddler, (Y/n) knew how to speak and pronounce words but she was now being told that she was going to need to come back to the hospital twice a week for speech therapy and then again another two times for physical therapy. On Tuesdays she would go to speech therapy then straight to physical therapy, then the same on a Friday so she wasn't coming back to the hospital almost every day of the week.

"Okay honey, here are your meds to take home, some workout sheets you can do at home and some little weights and bits you can take with you."

The nurse (Y/n) had come to know as Hilda walked past Tom, patting his shoulder before she placed the plastic bag of meds into (Y/n)'s duffel bag and put a carrier bag down next to it for her to take with her.

The staff had been amazing with (Y/n), they had dealt with all her moods, with her lashing out when they only tried to help her to the toilet or for a wash. She hit the medication pot out of Hilda's hand at one point and she simply smiled and sat talking to her until she calmed down. They had done their very best for her and (Y/n) would be forever grateful, but she couldn't bring herself to talk to any of them while she had been here for a week. She shook her head, waved her good hand at them or moaned at them.

"Let's get you up and off on your way." Hilda moved her arms out towards (Y/n) in an attempt to try and get her up off the edge of the bed but she pulled her arms back when (Y/n) roughly shook her head and pulled her right shoulder away from her.

"I can d-do it."

Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) leaned her weight onto her right hand that was pressed down into the mattress and slowly shuffled her bum off the edge, her weight shifting to her feet. It felt strange to stand up and have her left leg be completely numb and trembling beneath her. One half of her body was hers and the other half had been replaced with that of a baby that couldn't stand, hold their weight, sit up or babble yet.

A sense of pride and achievement bubbled up in (Y/n)'s chest at the fact that she was stood up on her own two feet without a nurse or Tom there holding her up making her feel like a fake.

Her body slowly turned to the left where the crutches were leaning against the wall for her to take home with her. But she couldn't move properly without them, she couldn't hop because her left side lagged behind and made her fall, it was like hauling another person around that was limp and lifeless.

A gasp flew from (Y/n)'s lips when she tried shuffling her right side towards the crutches but unbalanced her other side in the process. She shuffled, flew then slumped down to the floor, landing on the left side of her body that didn't even feel any pain.

(Y/n) couldn't push herself up when her good side wasn't properly on the floor. She pressed her forehead against the floor to try and push some of her weight up just as she felt Tom's hands on her sides and his body kneeling next to her.

"Baby- baby please just let me help you up." Tom could feel the tears falling from his burning eyes when (Y/n) tried wriggling out of his grip. He knew she wanted to do this on her own and he was so, so proud of her for that but there were just things she couldn't do alone yet. She couldn't expect to be able to do everything as before and help herself without any assistance. (Y/n) needed to learn to accept help where it was necessary like this.

The scream that passed through (Y/n)'s lips made Tom coil in on himself and shrink against her but he couldn't let go of her.

Despite her screams and pleas, Tom secured his arms around (Y/n)'s waist, holding her back to his chest before he pulled them both up to their feet. His lips pressed to the back of her head against her hair, silent, hushing words passing through his lips while Hilda got the crutches and handed them to (Y/n).

Her hand pushed them away before she tried to turn in Tom's arms, not even being able to do that anymore made her scream harder. Her voice drowned out in Tom's chest but she kept screaming anyway because he was listening. Someone was listening to her pleas for help, for her life to be given back to her the way it should be.

"Shh baby, I've got you."

She could feel him kissing her forehead, gently swaying them side to side and the little nothings he was whispering in her ear made her eyes water. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Tom's arms were doing much more than simply stopping her from falling again and he knew it, he was holding all of her broken pieces together, praying they didn't fall apart.

This wasn't going to be easy.

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All (Y/n) wanted to do was go to bed and sleep for eternity until she could wake up and have her body back to normal, back under her own control.

Why were they here?

Pent up anger, frustration and white rage boiled to the surface of (Y/n)'s skin until she was starting to have a cold sweat and steam was coming from her ears. What were they doing here in her home? Why was Tom's mum fluttering round the kitchen making drinks? Why was his dad laughing and chatting away to Paddy while the twins were laughing at something on their phones?

This wasn't a welcome home party. (Y/n) hadn't been away on holiday or somewhere for college or been away at uni. She hadn't just had a baby that they were welcoming home. It wasn't her birthday. She hadn't just moved into the apartment with Tom. It wasn't an anniversary for them or anyone else so there was no reason for everyone to be crowding round here chatting and laughing like nothing was wrong in the world.

They shouldn't be here in her home like they were partying when really they were here to see how she was and watch her settle in like spectators paying to see a show.

"Oh sweetheart you're back. How are you?"

(Y/n) couldn't bring herself to look at Nicki who was always so loving and like the mother she never had. She couldn't give her an answer because Nicki wouldn't be able to understand what she was saying and a smile wasn't even something she could do anymore.

She opted to simply hobble into the apartment instead, putting the crutches in front of her, hopping on her right foot and then dragging her left foot and leg behind her like a dead weight. The little tricks and exercises they showed her to try and get her leg back in action was too much hassle right now when she wanted to be quick and hurry away from everyone.

For a few moments, all eyes were watching her, seeing her reactions, watching her expressions and trying to work out where she was going and what she was trying to do. But then the conversations slowly started back up again when Tom shook his head at his family. They were to act like nothing had happened, this was a normal family gathering that (Y/n) wasn't at the centre of, to make her feel more relaxed in her own home.

With a grunt and a frustrated growl, (Y/n) hazardly threw the crutches away from her, watching them crash into the coffee table and rattle the coasters and two mugs resting there but she didn't care. The noise made everyone freeze and it was like irony that she didn't want their attention but liked their panicked expressions when they watched her act like a spoilt child.

She flopped down onto the sofa, not caring that it wasn't a particularly comfy position. Her hips twisted and bent with her lower legs hanging over the side of the sofa but her upper half laid out on the sofa like someone had moved her in her sleep.

"Here," Harry whispered quietly, placing a cup of herbal tea down on the coffee table before handing (Y/n) the tv remote, knowing she wanted to be in her own world right now.

She stayed silent but her eyes seemed to thaw a little which gave Harry the thanks she couldn't verbalise.

(Y/n) felt herself drifting in her own world, their voices faded into nothing, their hustling around her were ignored and even when her name was quietly mentioned, (Y/n) didn't have the will to care or try and listen to them. She stared blankly at the tv, watching an old Mickey Mouse movie on the kids channel so she could drift into her mind. She was already accepting the fact that from now on, she would be stuck in her mind which would be her sanctuary and her insanity.

A wave of affection and sadness rushed through (Y/n) when Tom came over to her, resting his hand on her hip before he leaned and placed a straw in her cup of tea. Harry hadn't realised that if she tried to drink out the cup, it would dribble and spill down her shirt. A straw was her lifeline for drinks at the moment.

(Y/n) found herself almost asleep on the sofa until a hand gently swatted at the back of her thigh before the fingers started to dance up her leg, over her hip and along her arm. Then she felt the sofa thud when a body flopped down next to her head and sank into the deep, plush cushions.

"Hey there sunshine."

A gurgling gasp left (Y/n)'s lips at that soft voice she had only heard in her dreams for a week now.

She couldn't properly tilt her head up but when she managed it, her eyes locked on Harrison. His big blue doe eyes staring down at her, his lips curved into the most gentle, melting smile she had seen on him in weeks that made her want to smile too. His eyes were hiding purple circles beneath them that were tinged red which also coloured the whites of his eyes too.

He looked tired beyond belief, his eyes older than their years and the creases in his skin showed he was out of energy but he was still smiling at her.

"You're here... I... I thought y-you didn't want to see me." Her words were very slow, calculated and sounded like they were spoken through a tunnel with the wrong echoes coming back to her. She could see him straining to understand what she was telling him but he worked out each word she said.

"I felt bad, I was wrong to... I was wrong and I couldn't do anything to help you. You needed to recover so it was best to let Tom help but I won't ignore your messages anymore."

Harrison's eyes flitted around the room, checking who was listening or close by before he changed his words. He had been wrong to try and kiss (Y/n) and he was hoping she thought it was just in the spur of the moment after thinking the worst for her life. He couldn't have her knowing how much he loved her, she had to focus on recovering and getting better and she had Tom and his family for that, Harrison couldn't give her any extra stress right now.

"You wanna sit up?"

(Y/n) nodded before she pushed her forehead into the sofa and pressed her right hand down to try and shuffle herself up. Her chest tightened and a squeak got swallowed down when she felt Harrison's shoulder suddenly press just under her collar bone. He leaned close to her before gently nudging her with a cheesy grin like he was a dog helping her up with his nose.

His shoulder was a resting post helping to push her without him actually grabbing at her and doing it for her, allowing (Y/n) to push herself up and flop back into the sofa sitting upright.

"Baby, mum's making some lasagne, you want some?" Tom smiled over at Harrison, patting his shoulder before he sat down on (Y/n)'s other side. He could feel his smile start to slip away when (Y/n)'s face seemed to fall and she shook her head. "You need to eat, you haven't had a lot recently."

Lasagne was something (Y/n) loved and it was also something soft and very easier for her to eat. She had to have soft foods at the moment until she built back the strength and control in her jaw and facial muscles to eat properly.

(Y/n) didn't want to eat.

She didn't want people cutting up her food for her, observing her as she ate and watching if she could manage. She could eat fine with her right hand but she had to have small mouthfuls because her mouth was still drooped to the side and it meant if she had a full mouth the food would pass through her lips. She felt like a child with people wanting to spoon-feed her and watch her so she didn't choke. Even when having a drink she seemed to spill it either from the cup or from her lips and get it everywhere.

"Come on sunshine, Nicki's food is legendary." Harrison rested his elbow on the back of the sofa and his head on his hand, smiling gently over at (Y/n) but their persuasions didn't seem like they were going to work.

"This isn't me, I'm not li..living like this."

A sadness washed over Tom, his eyes locking with Harrison whose smile faded and was replaced with sorrow.

He leaned over and kissed (Y/n)'s cheek before taking her hand in his to try and give them both a sense of comfort.

(Y/n) couldn't live like this, she wouldn't allow herself to continue like this. Her mind was already made up and she didn't care what anyone said or tried to do to persuade her otherwise. She was going to go to physio and speech therapy, she was going to do her best and work as much as she could to get herself back to how she was before the stroke. But if it took too long or it wasn't working, (Y/n) wasn't going to live like this.

Dying would be better than this warped existence.

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[jahayla-parker]

Harrison Osterfield Navigation

NAVIGATION TOOLS:

FLUFF: ~

ANGST: *

Virtual Pining: Harrison Osterfield x Reader SMAU ~

Description: Social Media AU in which Harrison and Reader (Hailee Steinfield faceclaim) are friends who are mutually pining for one another and their friends can tell but they won’t admit it and just say it’s playful flirting. Until…

Warnings: minor cursing, mentions of alcohol/drinking.

Haters: Harrison x Reader SMAUs ~*

Description: Social Media AU in which Reader is Haz’s gf but haters make a few mean comments to her online and Haz and the boys jump to her defense.

Warnings: mentions of hate comments/bullying, lowered confidence, cursing, crying, the rest is fluff though!

Period Simulator Preference (Harrison is #4/Last) ~

Description: 817 wc, Harrison notices his girlfriend y/n has been struggling with her period and wants to understand what she is dealing with so he tries a period simulator.

Warnings: mentions of periods (and related subjects like cramps).

Mini Innuendos: Mini- Golf Dates with Harrison (blurb plus SMAU) ~

Description: 2.5k wc blurb/fic on mini-golf dates with Harrison with SMAUs (Social Media AUs) included

Warnings: just fluff and a few minor innuendos mentioned briefly.

TikTok Prank Preference: Stuck Tampon ~

Description: blurb preference based on the viral TikTok prank where the person pretend they have a tampon stuck and need their partner to help them to see how they react.

Warnings: mentions of period related items and topics, minimally suggestive words, otherwise fluff

Two Juggling Divs: A Harrison Osterfield x Reader ~

Description: Harrison attempts to cheer his girlfriend up by juggling

Warnings: none

Facing the Distance - A Harrison Osterfield SMAU ~

Description: Haz has to go film away from home, leaving his gf missing him and Haz missing her. So much fluff and tiny amount of spice

Warnings: some curses and some minor spice/suggestive content

Man Who Can Do Both: Harrison Osterfield x Reader SMAU *~

Description: Haz’s modeling can cause some haters who are insecure in their own masculinity to feel the need to make comments but his gf jumps in to stop it

Warnings: sexist comments, some bullying, a few curse words

Instant Support : Harrison Osterfield x Reader *~

Description: 8k wc, Despite being long-distance, Harrison and Y/N manage to still be there for each other when something happens; such as the loss of a family member. Hurt-Comfort

Warnings: mentions of death/funerals/cremations/and related topics, grief-related topics, sadness, longing, mentions of churches (for funeral/memorial service), maybe a couple curse words, very brief mention of anxiety medication, family drama/tensions

Happily Ever After: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Description: Blurb/headcanon and small fic for Harrison Osterfield based on the Happily Ever After character series of fics coming, This covers topics such as the proposal, wedding planning, who is in the wedding party, etc. leading up to -and including- the wedding day!

Warnings: family, wedding, proposal, bachelor party briefly mentioned, related topics.

“You’re Supposed to Be Dead” : Prompt Preference

Description: "You're supposed to be dead", "Yeah, sorry about that" prompts for mult. characters; his is fluff

Warnings: violent video games, video game 'deaths'

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Starstruck (Part 4)

After answering Gracie's question, you slipped on you high heels and gave her a hug. "You sure you'll be fine?" You asked Gracie, feeling bad that you had to leave her behind. "Yeah. I'm sure. I'm not a baby, you know?" Gracie replied, hugging you back.

After, the two of you pulled apart and you took tom's hand and left. "Hey mate, you coming?" Tom asked looking back at his best friend.

"Uhh.. yeah, I just got to talk to Gracie for a little bit." Harrison said, when Gracie heard it, she turned as red as a Tomato.

"Ooh, Gracie, you're flustered." I told Gracie, smirking. "H-ha, that's not true entirely, y/n/n. You know that being alone with guys makes me nervous." Gracie tried to lie and failed miserably.

"All this time I was your bestfriend, I didn't know that." I said, making her face turn redder than it already was.

After, me and Tom turned to leave the two of them only to talk.

Gracie's POV:

"Finally, they are gone." I heard Harrison sigh, while I struggled to calm the butterflies in my stomach.

"Umm... Gracie, I don't know if this is the time to say this but everytime, I am near you, I get the butterflies in my stomach. I have fell for you deeper and deeper every since the first time I saw you. I felt so jealous the other day when I saw you laughing with tom, because it wasn't my joke that you were laughing at. Basically, I think that I have fallen for you" Harrison said, looking at me searching for something. Possibly, discomfort or displeasure. I looked into his ocean blue eyes before saying, "I definitely fell for you already, Haz."

But before we could go any further, Tom's shouted for Harrison to hurry up as they were going to be late to the premiere. Harrison sigh before saying goodbye and going to the car where Tom and Y/n was waiting.

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[heytherejulia]

Only you ~ Harrison Osterfield

pairing: harrison osterfield x female reader

warning: swearing, crying, anxiety

summary: you had a really bad day and your boyfriend is there for you

word count: 1,4k

It simply wasn’t your day. Your alarm clock didn't ring on time, so you overslept. You forgot to dry your hair before you went to bed and it was sticking out in every possible direction, so you had to straighten it and you burned yourself. You were late for work, your computer broke, just when you needed to print some important documents for the meeting that was in the next ten minutes. When you were going home you got stuck in traffic and it took you almost an hour to get to your flat. You didn't have time to eat lunch or drink your tea, so you had a completely empty stomach all day, forgot to do the groceries, and finally, while going up the stairs to the fourth floor (the lift turned out to be broken), you fell, bruised your knees and hands and broke the heel of your favorites shoes. 

When you finally got home your already bad mood got even worse. The mess you'd left in the morning was bigger than you had remembered, and there was complete silence inside, which meant Harrison, your boyfriend of four years, wasn’t home yet. 

Usually you kept things in check. You were the one in charge in your relationship, you were always the one who had everything under control. Especially your emotions. Sure, you loved to share your emotions with your loved ones and cry during movies, but when it came to dealing with adulthood, you had the power. 

Usually, but today wasn’t that day. Today you were tired, and everything that could possibly go wrong went exactly like that. Normally you would just ignore it and get on with the things you had to do, but today wasn't normal. Today you were too nervous and frustrated and so damn tired you couldn't keep it cool. Tears began to gather in your eyes as you removed your worn shoes and coat. When you entered the bedroom and threw yourself on the bed, you felt a little better. The smell of your favorite fabric softener, blend of both of your perfumes, and what you could only describe as Harrison's scent soothed your nerves a little. 

When Haz came home some time later, he faced a complete silence and a mess he had made before he left. He was surprised that you hadn't cleaned it up when you got home from work. Not because he thought it was your duty as a woman to do the housework, but because he knew your pedantic nature and knew you would clean it up in a second if you were home or you just wouldn't be able to go on with your day if the flat was untidy. Yet Harrison was glad that this time he could do some of the chores and took that responsibility from you. 

About ten minutes later, your flat looked like your flat again, and the groceries were put in the right cupboards and then he finally headed to the bedroom to put his phone to the charger. He saw you lying under the pile blanket and heard your soft sobs. He immediately sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking your shoulder. 

‘Hi, love.’ When you did not react to his words he put his hand on the small of your back. ‘Come here.’

There was silence for a moment, broken only by your sniffling. Harrison didn't want to overwhelm you, so he waited for any reaction from you, the slightest gesture that would give him permission to approach you. After a minute, however, you came out from under the blanket and climbed onto his lap. Haz wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

‘Do you want to tell me what happened?’ In response, you just hid your face in the crook of his neck, and you just sat there for a while. Harrison was worried sick about what might have happened to affect your mood so much, as you slowly calmed down in his warmth, still crying silently. ‘Shhh, you're safe, I won't leave you. Come on, darling.’  

Harrison stared at your tiny body resting on his lap and noticed goose bumps on your skin. He took the blanket that was abandoned on the bed long ago, but you pushed his hand away. He looked at you in surprise. 

‘I don't want a blanket.’ You croaked. ‘May I have your hoodie?’  

Harrison tossed his head back, laughing, but either way taking off the mint hoodie he was wearing. You smiled gracefully as you settled more comfortably on his lap. The truth was, Harrison's clothes were kinda therapeutic for you. You weren't sure if it was because they were more comfortable than yours, or because they always smelled like his perfume, but they were just so soothing for you.

‘Have you eaten today?’ You shook your head as no. ‘So? Chicken with rice? From Sam's recipe?’

‘Yes, please.’ Haz laughed, getting up from the bed and walking towards the kitchen with you still in his arms. You wanted to help in preparing dinner, but he told you to sit at the kitchen island and handed you a mug of warm tea with milk. ‘Thank you darling. For everything.’ 

Harrison smiled warmly and kissed your forehead. When dinner was cooking your mood started to improve and you weren’t as devastated as you were when you came home. Now that you both were in a much better mood, you were dancing and singing to some random Spotify playlist. 

After dinner, you both decided to get some rest, even if only for a moment. It had been a tough day for you, and now that your stomach was full and all the tension left your body, all you could think of was a nap in your boyfriend's loving arms. Haz lay down on the bed after taking off his t-shirt and changing his jeans to causal gray sweats. He wasn't sleepy, but he wanted to give you a sense of comfort, so he covered you with a blanket and lay down on his back, going on his Instagram. 

‘Haz?’

‘Hm?’ You looked at him and stretched out your arms towards him. He laughed, pulling you against his chest. ‘Get some sleep, love.’ 

Moments after that, you were sleeping peacefully in his arms. Harrison lay still to not wake you up as you were the lighter sleeper in the world and he only looked at you with a lovesick smile. No one was aware of how much he fucking loved you. He always knew that, but today’s events, your daily routine, you both getting up, getting ready for work together, having breakfast tea together, knowing that you felt safe in his arms, that he simply was happy with you, made him realize that he wanted to marry you, that he wanted you to be his happily ever after. 

‘What are you thinking about?’ Harrison jumped slightly at the sound of your voice.

‘Marry me.’

‘What?’ 

‘I may not have another chance and the courage to say that. Y/N, you are the most important person in my whole life, you make me happier every day. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Inside and out. I want to have you by my side forever, I want to start a family with you, have children with you, grow old with yoy. Therefore, marry me.’

You laughed at the mixture of joy, surprise and affection.

‘You shouldn't be laughing! God, I'm so embarrassed right now. I made a fool of myself, didn't I?’ You looked into Harrison's eyes, which had shed with tears. 

‘No, Haz, no. Of course you didn't make a fool of yourself. I want to be your wife, I want to have children with you, I want to spend my whole life by your side.’ Harrison put his hands on your cheeks, drawing you to his lips. The kiss didn’t last long but showed all the love and joy you both felt. The kiss was sweet of the coconut balm on your lips, but also salty with your tears. 

‘I love you, Y/N. Most in the world. I know this isn’t the proposal you deserve, I don't even have a ring, but I love you and I want you to know that.’ 

‘I don't need a ring or any romantic gestures. You're all I need. Only you.’ 

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[waitimcomingtoo]

You Again

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom isn’t happy to find out how you and Harrison know each other

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“Thanks for coming with me. I know these family parties can be pretty boring.” Tom smiled in appreciation as you joined his side. You wrapped an arm around him and looked around his family’s house at the ongoing party.

“Are you kidding me? There is nothing I’d rather be doing than attending your cousins graduation party.” You rubbed his back sweetly.

“We can leave soon.” He promised. “I just want some cake.”

“Damn. I want cake now too.” You chuckled.

“Come here. I want you to meet my best friend.” Tom lead you over to someone and tapped the shoulder of a blonde boy.

“Y/n, this is-“

“Harrison.” You said in surprise when the boy turned around.

“Y/n.” Harrison’s eyes widened. “Wow. Good to see you again.”

“You guys know each other?” Tom asked with a smile. You and Harrison exchanged a look of fear before quickly looking away.

“Yeah.” You said slowly. “We met once.”

“Long time ago.” Harrison nodded and adverted his eyes.

“Very long time ago. Who can even remember that long ago?” You laughed awkwardly.

“Not me.” Harrison said quickly. “I barely remember.”

“When did you guys meet?” Tom wondered.

“In college. But it was just briefly. Just a short...interaction.” You smiled weakly.

“I wouldn’t call it short.” Harrison shrugged. “I think we interacted for at least an hour.”

“No, it was pretty short.” You said through a forced smile.

“Wow.” Tom didnt sense the awkwardness. “What are the odds that you’ve met?”

“I’m wondering the same thing. Tommy, can you go get me another drink?” You asked and handed him your cup.

“Sure, darling.” He kissed the side of your head before leaving for the kitchen.

“Thank you.” You smiled sweetly at him before snapping your attention to Harrison. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m Tom’s best friend. What are you doing here?” He whispered harshly.

“I’m his girlfriend.” You whispered back. “Didn’t you know that?”

“I knew your name but I’ve never seen a picture. I didn’t know he was dating a girl I slept with in-“

“You need to keep your voice down.” You cut him off. “He cannot find out like this.”

“Well one of us has to tell him.” Harrison insisted. “And it has to be you because he won’t hit a woman.”

“I can’t tell him. It’ll break his heart.” You whined. “He gets jealous really easily. You have to tell him.”

“But if I tell him, he’ll punch me in the face.” Harrison said simply. “And I’m a model. I need my face.”

“Sorry, wait. You’re a male model?” You tried it hold back a laugh.

“You’re judging me?” He asked. “You slept with your boyfriends best friend.”

“Shhhh!” You covered his mouth with your hand. “It was before he was my boyfriend!”

“He’s coming.” Harrison’s eyes drifted past you. “No more talking about it.”

“Hey guys.” Tom returned to your side. “Are you getting along?”

“Oh, yeah. We’re getting along just fine.” You nodded before taking a sip of the drink Tom brought you.

“We’re very compatible.” Harrison said, making you choke on your drink.

“Will you excuse me?” You gulped and ran to the bathroom. You splashed some cold water on your face to calm down before going back to the living room. You managed to keep your distance from Harrison as the party went on and did your best to avoid the topic all together. However, you made awkward eye contact with him all night, every glance bringing flashes of your night together. After eating, you spotted Harrison by himself and went over to him.

“Have you told him yet?” Harrison asked quietly.

“No. I’ll tell him later.” You waved your hand. “Like in ten years when we’re married and it’s funny. I can’t tell him now.”

“Tell me what?” Tom asked from behind you, making you both jump.

“Oh God.” You gulped.

“I suddenly have to leave. Immediately. Good luck, Y/n.” Harrison patted your back and ran as fast as he could.

“Darling, tell me what? What’s wrong?” Tom began to worry after he saw the way Harrison reacted.

“Nothing.” You lied. “Nothings wrong.”

“You’ve been acting strange all day.” Tom frowned. “What’s going on with you?”

You looked at him for a long time before letting out a sigh. You didn’t want to lie to him, and you were a believer in lying by omission, so you pulled him aside.

“I have to tell you something.” You began.

“Okay.” He looked at you skeptically. “What’s up?”

“The reason Harrison and I have been so awkward around each other is because...” You trailed off when it felt like the words simply could not come out of your mouth.

“Because why?” Tom pressed. You scrunched your face together in guilt before looking at the ground.

“Because we’ve slept together.” You mumbled towards the floor. Tom let out a short laugh before shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, what?” He chuckled.

“I’ve slept with Harrison.” You looked at him and twisted your fingers. “In the past. The distant, distant past.”

“As a joke, right?” He assumed. “You’re saying this as a joke.”

“No, for real.” You told him.

“For real, but as a joke right? You’re joking.” He nodded along.

“I am not joking.” You shook your head.

“But you’re kidding, is what I’m saying.”

“I am telling you the truth.” You said. “And the truth is I fucked Harrison.”

“But you’re joking-“

“I’m not joking! I’m being serious.” You insisted. “It was a long time ago. Long before we met.”

“Funny. Funny girl.” Tom laughed weakly. “Funny thing to say. Funny funny funny.”

“I’m not being funny. I slept with him in college. His sister was having a party and he stopped by.” You began to tell him the story.

“And then you said hello to each other and parted ways.” Tom finished your story for you.

“We did say hello.” You agreed. “We also had sex. With each other. Harrison and I.”

“Oh my God.” Toms eyes widened. “You’re being serious? You’re not joking around?”

“I’m being serious.” You admitted. “I wish it was a joke but it’s the truth.”

“So....” Tom held his hands to his mouth and sucked in a sharp breath. “What you’re telling me is that you and Harrison have been….intimate with each other.”

“If you prefer to say it like that, sure. We were intimate.” You nodded.

“Right. Because I don’t even want to hear you say Harrison fucked....” Tom trailed off, finding it difficult to finish the sentence from how angry it made him. You stood there silently, not wanting to make it worse by saying anything.

“I don’t want to hear that he fucked my girl.” He finally got it out. “I don’t ever want to hear that.”

“Then we won’t say that.” You agreed. “We never have to say that. We never even have to talk about this. I just wanted to let you know so that we don’t have any secrets between us.”

“Okay. It’s good that you told me. I want to die right now but I’m glad I know.” Tom nodded as he tried to remain calm.

“I’m sorry.” You pouted. “It was before I met you. And it was just a one time thing. Well, two times. But it was the same night so-“

“Stop.” He said quickly. “Please. No details. I cannot handle details.”

“Right. Sorry.” You smiled sympathetically. “Are you okay?”

“No. No, I wouldn’t say I’m okay.” He laughed weakly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was the same guy until you introduced us today. And honestly, I forgot it even happened until now. It wasn’t memorable.” You admitted as you rubbed his arm to comfort him.

“Oh great.” Tom grumbled. “So not only did my best friend sleep with my girlfriend, he didn’t even please her?”

“Why is that bad?” You chuckled at his reaction.

“Because that means my best friend is lame!” He said like it was obvious. Before you could respond, Harrison came back over to see how the conversation had gone.

“There you guys are. Oh no. He looks pissed.” Harrison grimaced when he saw Tom’s face. “Did you tell him we fucked?”

“Oh my God.” You covered your face with your hands as Harrison said the forbidden word. Tom turned bright red and glared at Harrison with a clenched jaw.

“So.” You cleared your throat to relive some tension. “Cake anyone?”

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[hollandfromhell]

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ask: Tom Holland x actress/ex girlfriend reader, they see each other at an event/premiere

a/n: this was a long winded one and honestly I don't think it's that good so some feedback would be much appreciated. sorry about the wait anon, had a bit of writers block, but thank you for the request honey! still looking for a ghost reader btw so if you're interested lemme know :)

requests: open

I can see you standing honey, with his arms around your body

Tom's hands ball into fists at the sight before him, he had just entered the after party that was being held in the giant mess hall following some award show he honestly doesn't give a shit about. His life had been so chaotic recently, with a new movie deal being forced on him and his breakup with his long time girlfriend. He had almost passed on coming to the award show all together, he deserved some time to himself, but his friends had practically begged him to go, saying he needed out of his head.

But now he stands at the entrance of the mess hall, his heart in shambles and his temper about to go through the roof. They had been broken up for 5 weeks, not like Tom was counting or anything, and she was already attending events with some other guy.

Some other guy who's hands are all over her body, touching her waist, holding her close, just like Tom used to do, just like Tom should be doing.

And it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it

He can still hear the moment she decided to leave, a record playing in his head on repeat constantly. How cruel he can be to himself when he's at his lowest point.

It took her five minutes to pack a small bag, saying she would be back tomorrow for the rest of her things, but when tomorrow came, she was nowhere to be seen. She didn't come the next day either, or the day after that. Now her clothes collect dust in their closet, waiting for her, just like Tom.

He hates to admit that he is waiting, he should be over her already, but he can't help the aching in his chest and the void that now resides inside of him. He can't help that his soul begs for its partner or how the breath leaves his lungs when he enters their home and she still hasn't come back.

You're not my homeland anymore so what am I defending?

His mom had told him that all good things come to and end when he came to her sobbing one night, that it was her fault for not staying and figuring them out. Tom was quick to shut her down, blaming himself before he would ever make Y/N the bad guy.

How could it be her fault? She was perfect to him, everything she did was for a reason, including leaving him, the reason though he's still not sure of. The fight had escalated into something worse and they stood yelling harsh things at each other until the the early morning, and now here he is with his eyes glassy and his cheeks red, defending the person who ripped his heart out to his own mother, defending his home.

I can see you staring honey, like he's just your understudy

Her eyes had drifted to the door the moment he walked in, her breath caught and her hands started sweating, she wasn't ready for this. She saw the way his hands clenched into balls and his cheeks puffed out with anger, and she regretted all of it. They were supposed to be here together, as a happy couple, like they always were, except now some guy she barely knows cradles her body against his while he talks to someone he knows.

She'll admit she only came with him so she wouldn't have to face Tom alone, the thought alone makes her want to vomit, but maybe she was wrong, maybe she should have come alone. Because the look Tom's giving is all she needs to see and she knows, knows that there is nothing left of them now, no way of fixing them.

Second, third, and hundredths chances, balancing on breaking branches

All she can think about is how many times she had to start a fight about this or about that just for him to take her seriously, how many times she had to beg him to choose her over everyone else. How many times she begged him to just miss his flight for one more day of them before he left again. She was willing to do it every time she was called to film, why wouldn't he choose them.

She had given over a hundred chances to him, every single one being buried along with her as she fell into her life without him once again. The last part of their relationship was like walking on egg shells, like everything would fall apart with one wrong move. Although sometimes she felt like she was the only one who could feel it.

I think I've seen this film before, so I'm leaving out the side door

She gives a sorry excuse to the guy she's with, something about needing air before they move to the next room, and he gives a curt nod before going back to his conversation. She can't help but roll her eyes, what an asshole.

Cold air hits her hard in the face and chest as she opens the side door of the mess hall. She contemplates just leaving the after party all together, she has her phone out ready to call just about anyone to get her out of this mess when the door opens again and a head of brown curls pokes around the corner.

"I saw you leave and I just wanted to make sure you're alright," Tom's voice is choked and his heart is going a mile a minute, this was a dumb idea. He can tell by her face that he was the last person she wanted to see.

"Fine Tom," her voice is dismissive, but her heart is anything but, she wants so badly to be in his arms, "I'm not your problem anymore. Go back to the party."

He almost does but he can't seem to stop himself from getting everything off his chest, this could be his last time alone with her, he had to take his chance, "What happened to us, Y/N?" She can tell by voice that he honestly doesn't know and she really does roll her eyes now. "You never even gave me a warning sign."

"I gave so many!" Her voice cracks as she practically yells at him, how could he be so dense, she had done everything she could to make it obvious she wasn't going to stay with him unless he tried to help fix their problems, instead he ignored them.

"I never learned to read your mind Y/N," He's being harsh now, his voice going from soft to hard in a matter of seconds. He never meant to be so mean, but in his defense he's heartbroken and all she is doing is confusing him further.

"Tom, come on, we never saw each other, you were gone or I was gone, there was no time for us. I love you, but we couldn't turn things around." Her eyes are glossy, she's doing everything in her power to not shed a tear at this confrontation, this was the last thing she wanted to happen tonight.

"You didn't even hear me out, you don't know how much I want to save us. I can change Y/N, we can change," he's desperate now, he would do anything to have her back in his life, he needs her like his lungs need air.

She stops then, her breathing just a little ragged and her cheeks now wet, but she contemplates his offer, one more chance. That's all he wants, all he needs, that's all she has left in her. One more chance. She nods then, her movement slow but precise, this was it, if they couldn't fix them now their relationship would be exiled, they would be down the drain eternally.

"One chance Tom," he had heard a better sentence in his entire life.

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Our secret (H.H X H.O)

Harry Holland x Harrison Osterfeild x Reader

❌✖️❌✖️18+ only❌✖️❌✖️

Warnings: unprotected sex, (oral, p in v, anal) titty f*cking, fingering, hand job, nipple play, cum play, slight Dom/sub dinamic, male to male relationship, threesome, swearing (so much swearing) this is just pure filth.

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A/n: I'm not even sure I have a summary for this, it's pretty much pure filth so... Enjoy 😈

Word count: 6.4k (I got carried away.... Again)

Everyone had secrets.

That wasn't a foreign concept to you. Some secrets were big, and would be carried to the grave, while others were minor and would be swapped from person to person until morphing into a giant fiasco. 

You had a secret. 

You had a BIG secret. 

One you couldn't talk about. 

One you had to pretend wasn't real until you were behind closed doors. 

The secret you had wasn't only your own, there were two others involved, two others at stake. 

It had started how most things do. Slowly. 

A gaze that lingered here. 

A touch with a spark there. 

A longing look seen from across the room. 

It wasn't until one night when the three of you had been drinking that some truth had been spilled, after so long of fighting it. So long of concealing it. 

"I want to kiss you," Harry said from the spot he was laying on the floor. 

You glanced over to see him with his hands tangled in his own hair like he was having a crisis, like admitting that was the worst thing in the world. "You can kiss me," you said quietly. 

He glanced over to you with a cocky smile. "I know, and I plan to, amongst other things, but I wasn't talking to you,"

It took you a second to gather what he could possibly mean. There wasn't anyone else. It was just you, him, and…. Harrison. 

"You want to kiss me?" Harrison asked as he propped himself up onto his elbow. He was occupying the longer couch while your smaller body had taken the loveseat, Harry choosing the floor directly between the two of you. 

Harry's eyes were fixated on the popcorn ceiling, not drifting towards either of you, his cheeks were a vibrant red, and you could see that his breathing had increased by the rising and falling of his chest. "Mmm," he nodded. 

You didn't mean for the gasp that escaped your lips to be audible, but you were shocked. You weren't blind, you could see the sexual tension between them, always picking at each other, being handsy, and throwing around crude phrases with no care, a Normal friendly banter, if it wasn't for the stares. You had caught both of them on more than one occasion looking longingly at the other. Scared to push that boundary. Scared to make something out of nothing. But now, Harry had just aired it. Letting it out, breaking free of the chains that had held him so tightly. 

"Alright," Harrison said. 

Harry's gaze shot towards him, a mixture of shock and excitement on his face. 

"Alright?" Harry asked, not sure he had heard him, or maybe he had been responding to you. There was no way he had just said alright to kissing him. 

"Kiss me Holland," Harrison said as he sat up from his previous position of laying down. 

"Now?" Harry hissed. 

The chuckle that left Harrison's mouth was anything but rude, it was a sweet chuckle, one that said 'I'll take over if you need' and he did. His face came mere centimetres away from Harrys, their noses practically touching. "You sure?" Harry wondered. 

Harrison didn't answer, instead he pushed his lips against Harry's gently, a slow locking, a gentle flow, a test, really. But then it was like a switch, Harrison's hand reaching out for Harry's cheek to pull him closer, Harry's mouth opening as their Tongue's clashed and collided, exploring uncharted territory.

You couldn't help the whimper that left your mouth at the sight. Hell you'd fantasized about this very thing, but to have it in front of you was different, suddenly everything seemed so clear. 

Harrison pulled away first. Harry groaned at the loss of contact.  "That was amazing," Harrison whispered as he pressed his forehead against Harry's, "but I think we have someone over there that needs our mouths in very different places," both of their gazes shot towards you. 

The whimper that left your mouth at the insinuation was nearly pornographic. The idea of either of their mouths on you had an ache building so hard in your stomach you were sure you might burst from the way they were looking at you. 

Haz was the first to reach you, putting his hand under your chin and turning it up so you could look at him. "What do you want, princess?" He asked you. 

You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out, just silence as you stared at the boys who you'd secretly been in love with the boys you longed for late at night with your fingers between your legs, working yourself over the edge, there names slipping from your lips with a whimper. 

Harry leaned down close to you, his mouth nearly against your ear. "You want us princess? Both of us?" He asked you. 

"Yeah," you croaked out, your face flushing. 

"Yeah?" Harrison asked leaning down even further until his lips were on your neck, and then suddenly Harry's were on yours. It was hot. It was everything and more, and if it were up to you it would have gone on forever just like that. 

Harry's kisses were gentle, as you expected. The two of you had always had a very love forward friendship, so for him to kiss you so sensually and slowly made sense. Harrison's hand snaked to your cheek pulling you away from Harry's lips and to his own, Harry dipped his head down, leaving a trail of kisses on the opposite side of your neck than Harrison had. 

Haz kissed you hard, and with intent, his tongue swiped across your lip seeking entrance that you quickly gave. You felt a hand trailing up your thigh and by the feathery light touch you knew it was Harry doing it. 

His fingers gilded up towards your core and as soon as he got close you let out a moan, being swallowed by Harrison's mouth. You felt Harry lean forward again, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Is that what you want me to do? Want me to touch you?" He asked you. 

You broke away from Harrison's kiss to look over to Harry, you bit your lip as you nodded frantically, "please Harry," you practically begged. 

He glanced over to Harrison with a smirk. "Get undressed," Harrison directed, to whom you weren't positive, because less than 30 seconds later both you and Harry were in only underwear, standing next to a fully clothed Haz. 

Harrison turned you towards Harry, putting his front flush up against your back and leaned down to your ear, "I want you to make him feel good while I watch," he told you. You glanced over your shoulder, eyes meeting his  and seeing that he was completely serious. You nodded as you stepped forward, placing your hands on Harry's chest. Harry looked down at you, with lust filled eyes. You leaned in placing a gentle kiss against his lips before you were pushing him back. He fell to a sitting position onto the couch and you crouched down, pushing his knees apart and settling between them, you let your lips trail from his down his neck and his chest, and then over his clothed bulge. 

"Shit," he breathed out. "Are we actually doing this?" 

You looked up at him with doe eyes. "I can stop if you want," you told him innocently. 

"No, no," he corrected, guiding your hand back to where he wanted it. "Please, keep going," 

You giggled at that but took it as the go ahead. You slipped your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, as he lifted his hips allowing you to pull them down and free his cock from the restrictive hold. 

You looked up at him once more to see him staring at you intently. You stuck out your tongue licking a stripe from the base to the tip and wrapping your lips gently around him, sucking him into your hollowed cheeks.

The noise that left his mouth made your pussy clench. You took the initiative and bobbed your head up and down, using your hands for what you couldn't take into your mouth. You felt a hand on the back of your head, Guiding you down and you glanced up to see Harry's hands still at his side gripping the couch cushions tightly. You glanced over to see Harrison standing beside you, an obvious bulge in his slacks as you sucked off his friend.  

You let Harry out of your mouth with a pop and turned to Harrison, a devious grin on your face. You reached for his belt, undoing it and following that with his buttons and zip. You pushed his pants down and they fell pooling at his ankles. You shot him a wink before moving your lips to nibble at his hard bulge through his boxers. 

"Fuck," he groaned. You slipped his boxers down, his cock bouncing up as soon as the cloth swiped over it. You raised your eyebrows to Harrison, a silent approval of what he had to offer. 

He chuckled as he watched you. you licked the palm of your hand, making a gentle contact. You tugged on him a few times before taking him in your mouth. 

He hissed as soon as your swollen lips were wrapped around his length working down him with ease, Harry's hand on the back of your head, guiding your rhythm. He glanced over to see your hand around Harry's painfully hard cock tugging about the same rhythm you were setting with your mouth. 

"Y/n," Harry's groaned, "I don't want to cum in your hand love," 

You let go of Harrison turning back to Harry. "Where do you want to cum, Harry?" You asked seductively. 

 Without a blink of an eye, "your tits," he admitted. 

You were quite shocked Harry, always being the more shy one in the group, always beating around the bush, but now.. in the heat of the moment, he knew precisely what he wanted, and who were you to tell him no? 

You settled back on your knees in front of Harry, and as you were about to reach behind you to unclasp your bra, Harrison's lengthy fingers were doing it. 

You let it fall down your arms slowly, your tits now on full display, your nipples beaded at the arousal you felt, aching to be touched and tweaked. 

You took Harry's member into your hand again, cascading your hand up and down as you watched his head fall back. 

"Lean forward," Harrison whispered. You looked back at him, and all he did was nod, you leaned forward, your face lined up with Harry's chest, your ass in the air. Harrison put his hands on the side of each of your breasts and you knew exactly what he wanted. You licked your hand again, getting a nice Sheen layer of wetness on Harry's cock before guiding him to between your tits, being pushed together by Haz. As soon as his dick slid in between, he gasped, thrusting up towards you. you held yourself up, watching his face as he fell apart, as he got what he wanted. You looked down to see his cock head poking through with every thrust until he was spurting out his warm release coating your cleavage. 

"Oh my fucking god," he groaned as he stilled his movements. You pushed yourself up from your knees. Looking down as his release dripping from your chest down your stomach. 

Haz reached for your chin, turning your head towards him. "Sit," he commanded. 

You went to sit besides Harry, but he stopped you, guiding you until your ass was flush with Harry's groin. 

He pushed your legs open, so they were thrown over Harry's. "Can I rip these?" He asked. You glanced down at the pink thong you had on, already ruined from the puddle you had made in them. 

"Y-you want to rip my underwear?" You asked slightly confused. 

"I already have you in the perfect position," he chuckled. "It would just be easier," he told you. 

You glanced down again, before biting your lip and nodding. You watched as, like he said, he ripped them, tugging them from beneath you and tossing them to the far side of the room. 

"I'll buy you a new pair," he promised. 

You nodded, as you watched him stare at you, taking in you completely naked form sitting on top of Harry, who was completely naked beneath you. 

"Haz," you whispered. 

He glanced up at you, his eyes meeting yours with a fire behind them. "Yes princess?" He asked. 

"Touch me," you begged sinfully. He smirked up at you, bringing forth one of his glorious fingers and running it through your soaking folds, nudging at your nub. 

"Are you hard again?" He asked Harry who was holding your waist watching over your shoulder to see what Haz was planning. 

"Fuck yeah," Harry admitted. 

Haz nodded standing up, he took your chin in his hand forcing you to look up, "your gonna ride Baz's cock, and let me fuck your mouth, that work baby?" He asked. 

"Yes," you moaned. Harry lifted your hips lining himself at your entrance before helping you sink down onto him. You moaned out at the stretch having no foreplay yourself, but it still felt good. Harry held you still on his lap as you adjusted to him, while Haz stood In front of you lazily tugging at his cock until the two of you were situated. Harry guided your hips in circles as you took Harrison in your mouth, moaning against him with every movement. You bobbed your head up and down, swiping your tongue across the head of his member, the saltines of his precum hitting your tongue. You worked him in your mouth, dropping your hand between his legs as you grabbed his balls gently between your fingers.

He groaned loudly as he jerked away from you. 

You looked up at him confused, worried you had done something wrong. "Get up and turn around," he told you. 

You did as he told you, getting off of Harry and turning around straddling him and slipping his dick back inside your entrance. Harry leaned up crashing your lips together, tasting Haz's arousal on your tongue, but he didn't care, that only made it hotter.  You felt Haz's breath Cascade over your neck before he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. He trailed his hand down your back, and near your ass dipping his hand down to your entrance feeling Harry's cock going in and out of you at a rhythmic speed. He trailed his finger back up pressing lightly between your cheeks, a sensation completely foreign to you. He pushed into your puckered hole gently with a single finger, you moaned loudly at that. "Haz!" You gasped. 

"Is it too much?" He asked, obviously worried he had hurt you. 

You shook your head, "no, it's good," you whimpered. 

He chuckled as he pushed in farther, then pulled his finger out again, working you until you were relaxed enough for another finger.

You moaned loudly into Harry's lips as his dick drilled into you, Harrison working you from behind. 

"Tell me if it's too much y/n, I don't want to hurt you," Haz whispered in your ear as he lined his painfully hard cock up to your ass, nudging it in. You yelped at the initial stretch, causing him to still his hips. "Keep going," you told him after a second. 

He drew his hips out slowly, thrusting in slowly, until he was sure that you were okay. You threw your head back against Harrison's shoulder grasping  Harry's shoulders as the two of them thrust into you at a feverish pace. 

You weren't sure how it was possible that you hadn't spontaneously combust with the complete and utter ecstasy you felt. Harrison reached for your breasts squeezing your nipples as Harry reached down pinching your clit between his fingers, it was what pushed you over the edge. A loud scream of both of their names as you clenched down around the both of them, nearly blacking out. Harry groaned as you felt him twitch inside you and Harrison's movements became sloppy before a pornographic moan left his lips, his hips stilling as his release spilled into you. 

The tree of you collapsed onto the couch completely spent, not sure what had just happened or how it would affect your friendship. 

Harry propped himself up onto his elbow looking over you at Harrison, who glanced over with a wide smile. 

Harry bit his lip, and you saw him glance at Harrison's lips. 

Harrison saw it too, because in no time he was in a sitting position pulling Harry's face to his in a heated kiss above you. 

You couldn't help the rush you got from the two of them kissing like that, it was hot and it was sweet, and it was something straight out of your dreams.

That night the three of you had piled into Harrison's shower, Washing away the sweat and other fluids that had accumulated all over your body's before falling into a deep sleep all cuddled up in bed naked together. 

That night had started something, something that was unconventional and unexplainable, but it worked. 

That was a year ago. 

You sat at the table, eyes on the two boys standing at the bar retrieving the drinks for the table. "Ok y/n, be honest. Which one of them are you fucking, because that look says it all," Sam said from across from you. 

"What?" You asked, turning your attention to him "neither, why would you even say that?" You groaned, a bit in embarrassment of being caught looking at them that way and a bit in annoyance that you couldn't just admit what you were thinking. 

"Pretty sure it's haz," Tom said from next to Sam, "I've heard them a few times," he said. 

Your cheeks heated up as your eyes went wide. It was very possible he had heard you, but it wasn't with only Haz. "You're imagining things Tom," you told him, glancing back at Haz and Harry who were both looking at you with raised eyebrows. 

Oh boy… that couldn't be good. 

"I swear," Tom chuckled. "Harrison even likes to be called harri in bed, isn't that right y/n?" He asked. 

Your mouth dropped open as you gasped at him. You were lucky that's what he thought compared to the truth. The three of you fucking each other late at night, when you thought everyone was asleep, sure you could be quiet, but with them, sometimes it was hard. Sometimes you were left just watching them as you touched yourself or one of them was left watching, however it played out, not a single one of you was ever left not feeling completely and overwhelmingly satisfied. 

"Or maybe she has both of them in there," Sam joked. 

You turned to him with raised brows. "Don't be ridiculous, you think if I had them both in there they wouldn't be howling in pleasure," you quipped, hopeful that would put an end to the conversation. Your phone vibrated in your hand and you glanced down to see a message from Harry in the group chat the three of you had. 

Har (thing 1): howwwwlllll howllll baby girl (;

Haz (thing 2): you can make me howl any time you want to princess :* 

Y/n (keeper of things): get over here so I'm not alone in this awful conversation. 

Har (thing 1): what? don't want all our dirty secrets in the open?

Y/n (keeper of things): oh would you like me to explain to your brothers that sometimes you like Harrison's dick up your ass? 

Haz (thing 2): so do you…. 

Har (thing 1): that's true ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Y/n (keeper of things): let's not forget about that hot hot video I have of you on your knees for our Bazzy boy.. HAZ. 

Haz (thing 2): hey now, what happened to a non disclosure policy?

Har (thing 1): did we sign one of those??? ಠ_ಠ

Y/n (keeper of things): guys….. please, come over here.. and if you hurry I'll do that thing with my tongue. 

You glanced up to see both of them hurrying towards the table while balancing the beers for them and Tom and Sam and a fruity drink for you. 

You stood up letting Harry slide into the booth first, then you slid back in with Harrison following. 

"What are we talking about?" Harrison asked, with a smile. 

"How you and y/n, are fucking," Sam said smugly. 

"We are?" Harrison gasped looking over to you with a fake look of shock. "how rude of you to forget to tell me," he chided. 

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics before looking at Tom. 

"What makes you think I wasn't getting myself off when you heard me screaming someone's name," you asked, with a grin. 

"Because you whimper when you do it to yourself," he said casually. Both Harrison and Harry's mouths dropped open knowing that was absolutely true. 

"How do you know that?" Harrison asked. 

"Why do you know that?" Harry added. 

"Thin walls," Tom shrugged, bringing the pint to his lips and taking a long gulp. 

"Obviously, not that thin," Harrison smirked at Harry, who just winked back at him. 

You rolled your eyes at your boys, knowing one of these days they would accidentally out themselves. 

The night went on, and the lights dimmed as the music raised. Sam slipped away, dancing with a blonde on the floor, and Tom was lost in conversation with a woman at the bar leaving the three of you alone at the booth. 

You watched the people around you enjoying themselves, multiple couples grinding on each other, or sucking faces, you couldn't help the twinge of jealousy that washed over you. You couldn't do that with your men, because if you did, you would be branded a 'whore' or 'slut' and you had their reputation's to think about. 

Harry must have noticed the change in your mood, he slid his hand over your thigh, making you glance over to him. 

"Do you want to go dance?" He asked sweetly. 

"Yes, but I want to dance with both of you," you whispered. 

He nodded, grabbing your hand in his and bringing it to his lips. 

"I know this is hard, baby, I wish we could give you everything you deserve, I want to show you off to the world, I want to be proud of what we have. Hell I am proud of what we have, it's just-" 

"It's hard when we're in such a spotlight," Harrison finished, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "but we can go home and dance all you want in the living room, those two divs aren't going to be heading back anytime soon anyway," he chuckled. 

"Take me home," you whispered to Harrison, who despite always being the careful one, gently pushed his lips to yours. 

"Let's get our girl home," Harrison told Harry with a smirk. 

Our girl. Theirs. Both of them. No matter how unconventional it may be, this was your little slice of heaven.

Harry placed a hand on your cheek pulling you into a quick kiss before Harrison was helping you out from the booth, everyone else was too preoccupied to notice you had just kissed both of them, and you were too buzzed to care anyway, you just wanted to get home with your guys.

As soon as you were out of the cab and on your way to the door, Harry had you pushed up against the outside wall, lips on lips, bodies flush against each other. 

Harrison chuckled from beside you two unlocking the door, "com'on let's move this to my room," he told the two of you. 

Harry broke his lips away, slipping his hands to your ass and hoisting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you towards Harrison's room. 

As soon as the door was shut, you heard the lock click and you were set down onto your feet, Harry in front of you and Harrison behind you. 

Harrison's hands fumbled at the hem of your shirt, lifting It over your head and tossing it to the side. Harry chuckled as he ran his fingers over the red lace of your bra. "I love this one on you," he told you. 

"I know, that's why I picked it," you told him with a grin. 

Harrison placed his hands on your hips backing your body flush into his. 

"Still want to dance sweetheart?" He asked you with a low growl in your ear. 

You let out a whimper as you let your head fall back onto his shoulder. 

"Just want you guys," you told him. 

Harry chuckled from in front of you, "you have us baby," he told you in a hushed tone, before dropping down to his knees. His fingers easily found the waistband of your leggings, tugging them and your panties down your legs. You lifted one of your feet for him to pull off the clothing before following it by the other. He shoved your knees apart so he had a perfect view of your glistening pussy above him. 

"Gonna have a taste now princess," he growled at you. 

You nodded frantically, as Harrison gripped your hips holding you in place. Harry stuck out his tongue, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit and flicking his tongue. He had a way of making you wither away with his tongue, knowing exactly what you liked and the perfect pace to work you to your orgasm. 

He swirled his tongue around your nub, trailing it back down to your entrance and pushing it inside your hole. You gasped as your hands flew down clutching onto his auburn curls, he's tongue thrusting in and out of you before moving back to focus on your clit. He trailed his fingers up your thigh before slowly pushing two into your entrance. 

"Harry!!" You gasped, your legs nearly giving out at the feeling. He lapped at your pussy while his fingers thrust into you, hitting your g spot with every thrust inward. 

"Gonna come on his tongue baby?" Harrison asked you. 

You hummed in agreement, knowing you weren't going to last much longer with the way Harry had you feeling. Harrison slid his hand from your hips to your back unclasping your strapless bra that fell to the floor beside you, he grabbed your boobs in his hands, pinching your beaded nipples between his fingers. "You remember that first time?" He asked in a low whisper, "Harry fucking your tits? spilling his hot cum all over them? how we licked you all clean in the shower, making you moan before we covered you with our juices all over again?" He nibbled at your ear lobe. 

"Fuck," you moaned out, a mixture of Harrison's dirty talk, and Harry's toung pushing you right over the edge. "Fuck I'm cumming," you shreiked as your walls clamped down on Harry's fingers, didn't stop him from working you through your high, lapping up everything you had given him. 

He stood up, bringing his lips to yours and you could taste yourself on him, his face glistening with your arousal. "Sweet, like always," he told Harrison, "taste?" He asked with a smirk. Harrison leaned forward connecting his lips with Harry's over your shoulder, your very naked body in between theirs. 

You reached down between you and Harry, palming his obvious bulge being held behind his jeans. "Want me to do the tongue thing now?” you asked as they continued to kiss, tongues clashing in a fight of dominance. Harry moaned into the kiss and you knew that was him telling you yes. 

You dropped down to your knees between then, unbuttoning Harry's pants first and letting them fall, before tugging his boxers off. His length jutted up, already glistening with pre cum at his tip. You turned slightly pulling Harrison's sweat pants down to find he had gone commando to the bar, when his length nearly hit you in the face. You chuckled at him, knowing how much of a smug bastard he was, but he was yours. 

You took both of their cocks in each of your hands, tugging gently at them, you moved your lips to Harry's first, fitting your mouth around the head and sucking him in lightly, the precum coating your tongue instantly. his hips moved of their own Accord, thrusting shallowly into your mouth. 

"Sorry baby," he whispered. You glanced up to see both of them looking down at you now, eyes blown with lust. You let Harry's length out of your mouth before moving to Harrison's, you stuck your tongue out letting his length slide over it into your mouth before pulling away and swirling your tongue around the head. 

"Fuck," Harrison groaned loudly from above you. "Just like that," he praised as you did it again. 

You smiled up at him before moving back to Harry and doing the same thing, Harry let a groan leave his lips as you reached between his legs grabbing his balls. "Fuck y/n, just like that baby," he whispered. You backed up, taking both of them into your hands again as you stroked them at the same time, their hips thrusting forward into your hands. 

The three of you glanced at the door as you heard the front door shutting downstairs. 

"Playtime is over," Harrison groaned, going to back away. 

You tightened your grip on his length making him groan. "Just be quiet," you whispered, looking up at him with a taunting smirk. 

"Not me, I'm worried about love," he quipped back. 

You let go of both of them standing up, "plan on making me scream?" You raised your brows, challenging them. 

"Is there a time we didn't?" Harry asked with a smug smirk. 

You looked back and forth between the two of them taking a few steps back until you were at the edge of the bed you laid back spreading your legs, "do your worst boys," you teased. "I won't make a peep," lies. A blatant lie, but you were needy, and only one thing could fix that… well two. 

Harrison was on you first grabbing your ankles and practically yanking you until your dripping core was slated to his mouth, his tongue hammering against your clit as you clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt not to shriek. 

“Damn Hazzy boy, just a few flicks of your tongue and she's already almost screaming,” Harry praised. 

“Don't sound so smug,” you gasped out looking directly at Harry, “We all know he does the same thing to you anytime he gets the chance,” you spat. 

“Someone is feeling feisty tonight,” Harry mumbled crawling up the bed and dipping his head down to take your breast in his mouth, he sank his teeth into your soft flesh flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple. 

“Fuck!” You cried, at a mix of the pleasure and the pain. 

“Y/N!” Harrison hissed, lifting his head from between your thighs, “So much for not making a fucking peep,” he scolded. 

You glanced over to Harry who had a smug grin, telling you he had gotten exactly what he had wanted. The reality that you were at the mercy of these boys crashing down on you. 

There was a quiet knock on the door, making Harrison shoot you a death glare. 

“Everything good there?” Sam's voice called out. 

“Sorry we're drunk and y/n doesn't know how to know how to keep her mouth closed!” Harry called out to his twin. 

Your eyes widened. “Harry!” you and Harrison both hissed. 

He shrugged with a grin looking unbothered by the fact that he had just all but admitted to his brother that the three of you were in here having a fucking three way. 

“Use protection!” Sam sniggered out before his footsteps were heading towards his room. 

“Never do!” Harry yelled out. 

You reached over smacking him in the chest, “The fuck was that Holland?” You demanded. 

“Oh come on,” He sighed, “You saw how much he drank tonight, He won't remember any of that in the morning,” He chuckled, running his fingers through his auburn curls. 

“You're impossible,” Harrison groaned. 

“You love it,” Harry quipped back, eyes focused on the grin that pulled at Harrison’s lips. 

“Shut the fuck up Holland,” He chuckled before reaching up and letting a hard smack hit Harry's thigh, close to his cock. 

“Damn,” Harry hissed at the sensation, the gesture igniting something primal in him. “You want to play dirty?” He spat, “I can play dirty,” In the blink of an eye you watched Harry jump up and stalk over to the top drawer of Harrison’s dresser. 

“Harry,” Harrison warned, “We have talked about this,” Harrison practically pleaded. 

Your core tightened knowing exactly what Harry was doing. 

“Should have thought of that before,” Harry taunted, turning around with the tube of lube in his hands. 

“Y/N?” Harrison pleaded, making a giggle erupt from your chest.

“I don't know Hazzy boy, looks like you may be taking a turn bottoming tonight,”  you teased, knowing very well Harry would never push Harrison to that, there were boundaries in place and that was one Harrison was adamant about. 

Harry and Harrison stared at each other, a spark of anger in Harry's eye and a rush of fear in Harrison's. A grin tugged the side of Harry's lips, dropping his tough guy facade and tossing the bottle to Harrison. 

“You actually believed I'd make you do that?” Harry wondered, with a concerned glance back towards Harrison as he shuffled back onto the bed. 

“Thought I pushed you too far,” Harrison admitted coyly. 

Harry chuckled as he ran his finger from your breast down to your core. “Nah, I just knew we would need that,” Harry told him with a smirk. 

“You're an ass,” Harrison Groaned. 

“Maybe, but you like his ass,” you quipped, wiggling your eyebrows towards Harrison. 

A laugh erupted from his chest as he looked back up to you. “Yeah you got me there,” He admitted. 

You looked over to Harry who had his length in his hand slowly tugging it as his eyes trailed over your naked body. “What do you want my sweet Baz?” You asked. 

His eyes snapped up to yours a hint of mischief behind them. “I want to fuck your pretty pussy while Hazzy boy takes you in the ass so i can feel him inside of you,” He told you. 

His words went straight to your core, making you clench around nothing. 

“Fuck harry,” Harrison groaned. You knew then and there you would give into that, anything for your boys. 

“Where do you want me?” You purred, pushing yourself up. 

Harry shuffled to the end of the bed spreading his legs apart, “Come ride me,” He told you, motioning for you to straddle him. You moved down the bed, letting him help you as you threw your leg over his, hovering over his aching cock. 

“Love when you ride my cock,” He whispered, running a finger through your folds. “Love it when I can feel him hitting me from the other side,” He admitted. 

You let out a moan at his admission letting yourself sink down onto him in one swift motion, “Fuck,” You gasped as he held your hips still. 

Harrison’s chest pressed against yours, letting a kiss fall to your shoulder before his hand was sliding down your back and over the curve of your ass. He dipped his fingers between your cheeks nudging your hole gently until you let out a whimper. “I fucking love that you love this,” Harrison chuckled. You heard the snap of the lube opening before you felt the wetness on his fingers, slowly pushing into you and working you for himself. 

You glanced over your shoulder at him just in time to see him fisting himself, coating his dick in a generous amount of the lube. “Ready?” He asked, before capturing your lips in a rough kiss. 

“Please,” you pleaded. He moved the fingers he had been working in and out of your hole before replacing them with the head of his dick, pushing into you slowly. You let out a groan of pleasure from the stretch before his hips finally stilled against your ass. 

“So fucking tight,” He groaned sinking his teeth into your shoulder. They both stayed still inside of you, waiting for the go ahead from you to move. 

“Move please,” You begged. 

Like magic the two of them began thrusting in and out of you, reaching so deep inside of you, you thought you might rip in half. 

“Fuck Haz,” Harry groaned. “Can feel you,” he told him. 

A chuckle left Harrison’s mouth as he reached over, wrapping his hand around the base of Harry's cock.

“Fuck,” You moaned out at the sight, you threw your head back onto Harrison’s shoulder. 

You could feel your release threatening to explode inside you as they pounded into your holes. “Harry, Haz, Fuck.. oh God!” You cried out as you clenched down onto them, milking their own releases which they gave you, each with a loud cry of your name.

Once both of them had stilled inside you you let your head drop to Harry's shoulder, completely spent. Harrison placed a kiss against your unsheathing himself from inside of you. You let out a groan at the loss of his chest's warmth against your back. 

“Going to run you a bath baby,” He whispered, kissing your temple, leaving you and Harry by yourselves, his softening cock still buried deep inside of you. 

“Hey,” He whispered, pulling your face up against his, resting your foreheads together. 

“Hmm?” You hummed out, words evading you. 

“You know I love you, Yeah?” he asked, making you smile. 

“I love you too,” Yo whispered, pressing your lips to his. 

“Baths ready!” Harrison shouted from his bathroom.

“Lets go get our princess cleaned up,” Harry said standing up with you still connected and walking you towards the bathroom. 

You were one lucky fucking duck.

A/n: I'm pretty sure this was the dirtiest thing I've ever written, but I can't bring myself to apologize 😈

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Mob!haz forgetting a date coz he was busy beating out some intel from baddies. Once he reaches his places and sees the beautiful ambience, realizations dawns on him. Reader is already asleep waiting. He decides to make it up to her with a surprise week long vacay!

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So coote

It hits Harrison as he's wiping his hands on the handkerchief offered to him. The date that you were planning. The one you were so excited about all week. His heart stops and Tom cocks his head,

"S'matter?" He asks. Harrison swallows, 

"I-I missed date night." Tom tsks,

"I'm telling you, Y/N deserves someone like me. I'd be early for date night. Give her head before, for the effort." He teases. Harrison sighs, 

"Fuck…" Tossing the handkerchief in the sink, Haz points to the passed out enemy, 

"Get the fucking location from him. I don't care if you kill him after, just get it from him." He commands, quickly washing his hands of leftover blood and shrugging his jacket on. Tom nods, 

"Make it up to her mate… make it up to her real good." Harrison nods, sliding his phone from his pocket with a sigh, 

"Yeah, I'm already on it." 

It's a short drive home, and Harrison's heart immediately breaks when he sees the effort you've put forth. The candles are blown out, but how far they've burnt down tells him you waited a lot longer than he'd hoped. There's flowers and placemats right next to each other. A quick trip to the kitchen has him in agony. A perfectly made plate is in the fridge, tinfoil over. He sighs again, trudging upstairs. He shrugs his jacket off, unbuttoning his shirt most of the way and kicking his shoes off in the door. 

Your form in bed hurts the most. Taking a deep breath, he walks around the bed, sitting beside you. Watching you sleep for a moment, he reaches up and strokes strands of hair from your eyes. When he leans in to kiss your cheek, you stir, stretching out as he sits up the smallest bit to not startle you. You open your eyes and he smiles, 

"I am… way way late, but goddamn you're gorgeous." He coos. Rolling your eyes, you pull yourself to sit up slightly, 

"Did you see your dinner?" You ask. He nods, 

"I did. It looks amazing love and I am so so sorry." He responds. You shake your head, 

"It was poor timing. This case was important to you and it's been in the works for weeks. I should've touched up with you." You defend, pulling his hand into your lap and brushing your fingers over his busted knuckles. His lips press in a line as hair falls in your eyes. He reaches up to tuck it behind your ear again,

"I promised you darling." He defends. You shrug, "but, I've got a surprise for you." He drags his phone from his pocket, clicking through it for a moment before he flashes the tab to you. You stare at it for a moment before your eyes widen, 

"Paris… are you serious?" You ask. He nods, 

"Two weeks, no business, swear on Tom." You launch yourself into his lap, wrapping your arms around him. He holds you close, face nuzzled in your shoulder. You pull back, kissing him softly, 

"You know how much I've been wanting to go. Dinner means nothing in comparison to Paris." You remind. He nods with a smile, 

"I know darling." He holds you close, 

"But don't swear on Tom. If it weren't for him, you'd never be able to take vacation with no work." He smiles, 

"Course… but yeah keeps talking about how he'd be better for you, I might not have a choice." He jokes. Laying your head against his shoulder for a moment, you sigh, 

"You hungry?" He hums, 

"A little." You slide from his lap, taking his hand, 

"Let's see if we can salvage any of your dinner." 

"I deserve it if not." He murmurs. You smile, 

"Probably. But I'll let it slide because Paris." Chuckling, he follows you down stairs with a grip on your hand. 

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Lonely People Master List

(Finished as of Dec 31 2022)

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16 

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

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