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Ugh I just need more Haz ff in my life. Lemme know if y’all know of any! ❤️

[kingquackdaddy]

Runaway Bride | Harrison Osterfield

One Shot (?)

Relationship: Harrison x Reader

Summary: The reader questions her relationship with Haz at one of the worst times.

Warnings: Sad, mentions sickness, infertility, cuteness

A/N: I was inspired by Queen Demi’s new music vid and wrote this in like an hour??? Enjoy! xx 

Taking a deep shaky breath in, the cathedral doors open. A pair of teary blue eyes look up at you. The dress you wore didn’t matter to him, even though to him, you were the most stunning he had ever seen you. An encouraging pat was placed on his back from his best friend, the groomsman, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. It felt like an eternity to the altar, but it wasn’t long enough. Confusion swirled inside of you, you couldn’t do this to him or yourself. The pressure of a thousand eyes on you kept you in your place. Your father gave you away as you pass off your bouquet of roses to your maid of honor. Harrison takes a comforting grip of your hands, smiling broadly at you. “You look beautiful,” The whisper that turned the knife in your heart. Noticing your shaking hands, he began rubbing circles in the back of your knuckles. The minister began his sermon, but it was white noise to the fear and trembling in your body. A silence fell over the room waiting for your response. “Darling?” Haz broke you from your trance. All at once, you found your courage, “I’m so sorry.” One hand cupped his cheek, while the other gathered your skirt. “Please, don’t do this.” His hand grasped yours on his cheek, trying to keep a hold of it for as long as possible. Running from the building, your fingers left his, intertwining with your skirt. No one dare stop you, only gawking at the tragedy before their eyes.

She was gone. This couldn’t be real. Harrison blinked sharply, hoping to wake from the horrific dream. Tears streamed down his cheeks, the sensation confirming that this was in fact his life. “Mate,” Tom breathed out, not knowing what to say to comfort his childhood friend. “Do I go after her?” Haz turned and asked him. “I-I-I…” Tom didn’t know the right answer. No one did. Harrison’s mum rushed over to offer a shoulder for her son to cry on. Confused activity stirred the room, everyone unsure of what to do next. Soft murmurs grew to an uproar of uncertainty. “Mum, should I go talk to her? What if she doesn’t want to see me? I don’t know what I did wrong. I love her.” With every word her baby spoke, Mrs. Osterfield’s heart cracked. “Dearest, I don’t know. I think you two should talk, but maybe let her get her thoughts together.” Her fingers ruffled his dark blond curls. Anger swelled from Tom’s gut, giving him the nudge he needed to chase after her. Not for his sake, but Harrison’s.

With every footfall your heart ached more, leaving the man you love will forever leave a gaping hole in your heart, but you had to do it. “Y/N!” The dark-haired boy yelled your name from down the busy street. Out of nowhere, camera flashes surrounded you, clouding your vision of the world around you. A slew of questions overlapping from the mongrels. A strong hand grips your arm, pulling you from the chaos, and further down the block. Before you realize it, you’re sitting in the back seat of a cab, Tom sitting across from you. The expression on his face indicates that he was not happy with you. “Start talking,” He barks at you, crossing his arms. His words making your flinch. “I just couldn’t do it,” You whisper, tearing up. “I bloody well know that, Y/n! I need you to tell me why!” Leaning forward, he diminished the invisible divide between you. “I can’t give him what he deserves.”

Harrison paced the hardwood floors of your flat, still in his tuxedo. Silent prayers left his lips, desperate for your return. Much to his relief, the door swung open, and you and Tom walked inside. “Darling!” He rushed to you, taking your shoulders in his arms. “I’m sorry, Harrison.” The whisper lingered in the air, as you cried, staring into his sky-blue eyes. His arms wrapped around you. “Please, talk to me. Please, Love” He pleaded with you. “I’ll be going now,” Tom gave a curt nod, and tight-lined smile before taking his leave. Harrison’s hands dropped to yours, and he led you to the sofa. Anxiously, his body shifted around in his seat, trying to get comfortable. A nervous silence filled the room, as he waited for you to speak. Exhaling deeply, you share your story with him, just as you had done with Tom. “Haz, I left because I can’t give you all the things you deserve.” Your sentence hung in the air, and Harrison tried his best to comprehend. “What… What do you mean, Darling?” His brows furrowed, perplexed. “I got sick when I was a teenager, and…” Your voice falters, not wanting to repeat the painful words. “I can’t have children. Ever.” The lump in your throat growing with each second without a response. “That’s why you left? Really?” You nod, keeping your focus on your hands inside his, too embarrassed to look up. To keep the tears from falling again, your eyes flutter shut, and you take your bottom lip between your teeth. A force lifts your chin up to look Harrison in the eyes. “Y/n, I wasn’t marrying you for your ability to produce children. I want to marry you because I love you, with all my heart. My life with you consists of you and me, and if anyone else comes along, believe me, I would have been more than happy with that. But you are all I will ever need in life.” His words causing the tears that pooled in your eyes to cascade down your cheeks. Soft sobs left your lips. This is the exact reason why you loved this man. “I’m so sorry, Harrison. For everything I put you through. Not telling you sooner. I’m so sorry.” The last words you spoke came out as a whisper, and he pulled you into an embrace. “It’s alright, Darling. It will be alright.” He kissed your temple.

The tears eventually turned to laughter, as you both sat on the edge of your bathtub, bare feet soaking in the warm water. Both of you still in your wedding attire, just a little messier than before. “So, do you think we could try this again?” Harrison asked, taking a swig of champagne from the bottle. “Do what?” The question muffled due to the cake in your mouth. “This! Wedding.” He chuckled softly. The champagne coated your throat, nearly making you choke after his response. “You would really want to do all of this again?” Your feet kicked in the water. “For you, Darling, I’d do anything.” He smiled, leaning in to give you a cake, champagne kiss. “Alright, but I don’t want to do the whole big wedding. Can’t we just get our families and the Hollands, and go down to city hall tomorrow?” You asked after breaking the kiss, still inches from his face. “Whatever you want, Mrs. Osterfield.” Smiling and kissing your lips again. Your new name sent butterflies swirling in your stomach. “Only,” He broke away abruptly, giving only two demands. “If you promise to talk with me about everything, no secrets.” “Ok” You nod in agreement. “And don’t leave me like that again.” Harrison pleaded with you. Another kiss. “Never.”

[kingquackdaddy]

Lights Down Low | Harrison Osterfield

Type: One Shot

Relationship: Harrison x Female Reader

Summary: There’s not really a story line, just sex.

Warnings: SMut, smut, smutty, smut, smut, Lowkey dom/sub, swearing 

Word Count: 1416

A/N: Listen, I’ve been in a Harrison mood lately bc of all these GORGEOUS he’s been posting, and I just imagined playing with his curls during, well, you know. (Mood board is mine xx)

As per usual *Manny MUA voice* 

If you don’t like it, don’t fucking read it!

Enjoy, My Thirsty lil Haz Girls!!! xx

Soft kisses were peppered down my bare collar bone. Hands wandered my body, slow and gracious. My eyes got a damn near perfect view of the dark blonde curls. The sight alone was enough to send me into ecstasy, but I refrained, knowing there was so much more for me. My fingers played with one intact curl, careful not to taint the spiral. As Harrison’s tongue danced over my nipple and bit down, I couldn’t contain myself. An intense, deep moan left my mouth, and I plunged my hands into the now tangled mess of his hair, earning a groan from him. The vibration against my breast tightened the coil in my stomach.“Oh, god, Haz.” A thankful breath I sent up to the heavens above.

“Talk to me, Baby. What do you need me to do?” His ultimate goal was to please you with every bit of energy he could muster. “My clit. Please.” I beg, craving the touch between my damp legs. Obeying your wish, his thick padded fingers apply pressure where I needed it most. He took my face in his other hand, caressing my jaw and pressing his lips to yours in open-mouthed kisses. “Uhh,” The sharp, high-pitched grunt fills the air. “Baby, please. I need you.” I say in between kisses. “Yes, ma’am.” He pants. His hot breath on my skin brought you that much closer to the edge. The stimulation in my lower region stopped, leaving me slightly frustrated. “I’m right here.” Harrison explained, kissing my lips once more before making his descent down my soft frame.

He left a trail of wet kisses down my stomach to my heat, with his sky-blue eyes on mine the whole time. Pressing my body against the wall for support, Harrison takes my leg over his shoulder for easier access. His finger slides across my slit, spreading my juices. Tease. Trembling, I was so close, and the cold air against my exposed skin only added to my stimulation. Looking up at you once more, Haz takes his wet fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. “Stop, teasing me!” The loud plea emanated from the depth of my being, as I tilt my head back. Having had his fun, Haz smirks, and ducks his head back down. Once again, my hands grasp his curls, guiding his head where I needed it to go. His plump, pink lips attach to my clit. The action was just enough to cause me to snap in my first orgasm of the night. Pleasure washes over me like a tsunami wave, as my legs shake, and my fingers desperately claw at the flat wall for support. “Oh god, Harrison! Uh! Babe! I love you so much!” I cried out, nearly blacking out from the pleasure. The feeling of him smirking against me is enough to keep my high going.

As I come back down, I notice his tongue pumping in and out, and his face grinding against my spread legs. “My turn,” I demand, my chest heaving in attempts for air. Carefully, Harrison removes himself, sliding my thigh off his shoulder, he rises to meet me. His hand finds it way to my jaw again, and he kisses me again, slow and passionate. I turn our bodies so that his bare, muscular back is against the wall. “Eyes on me, Babe. The whole time.” The shade of his irises darken with his request. I nod submissively, eyes trained on his. Since he had so much fun teasing, I decided to return the favor. My tongue glides in each crevice of his rock hard abs, flexing beneath me. He is fully aware of what I was doing, acknowledging this with a smirk across his smug face. Finally on my knees, my fingers hook his gray sweatpants and Calvin’s. One tug, and the material pooled at his feet. The size of him always overwhelms me, sending my pussy leaking again. “Oh god,” I breathe out, taking him into my mouth, ravenously. My hands instinctively grip his hips for friction. “There’s my good girl,” His fingers stroke my hair before gripping the roots. His praises only want me to please him more. My cheeks hollow, sucking in. My tongue massaging what I could actually fit in my mouth. The sweet symphony of his moans were delicious, and I couldn’t help but touch myself. Skillfully rubbing fast circles in my clit. “You gettin off on this, Baby?” He asks, amused with the show you put on. “Mmm-hmmm” I groan deeply around him, making him twitch. His eyes roll in the back of his head as I change positions on him, and his hips thrust into me. “Shit, Darling. I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.” Almost whining at me, but I understood, getting close to a second myself. The touch on the back of my head became soft. Our eyes connecting again was all I needed for a second release, and he instantly came down my throat, yelling my name.

My body went limp, falling back onto the welcoming carpet, but Harrison caught me just before contact. His strong arms lift me up, setting me on the duvet. Lips attached to my body, helping me ride the wave of ecstasy. “Do you think you have another one in you?” He loved getting as many as he can out of me, he lived for it. “I think so,” I whisper, anxious with anticipation. The look in his eyes made me a puddle once more. What an affect this man had on me. “Tell me, Love, what you want.” He started kissing my neck. He damn well knew what I liked. “Right there!” His tongue grazed the sensitive spot continually. “Oh, yes.” I hissed, digging my nails into his back. “Babe, you’re gonna get me hard again.”

The kisses stopped, he stood over me at the end of the bed, eyeing my body. “Maybe that’s my plan.” I flipped onto my belly, and jiggled my bare ass at him. An aggressive growl came from his throat, as he attacked my bum cheeks. Slapping the right cheek hard, he squeezed the other, and ravaged it with his tongue. The tightness in your stomach returned once again, quickly getting ready to release. “Haz, please.” I was in dire need of him. “I’m almost there.” His fingers began to slide down my slick from behind, toying with you. “Ass in the air, Love.” He demanded, lifting my by my hips. “No,”

Though he couldn’t see my face, he could hear the pout in my voice. “I’m sorry, no?” Clearly shocked by my decision. I turned to face him on my knees, our lips but a breath from each other. “I want you to hold me. I want our chests to touch.” My fingers ghost across his pecs. “I want you to kiss me the whole time.” After my list of demands, he thought for a minute before nodding. “As you wish.” His response before doing everything I asked. Our lips tangle together, our bodies pressed together. The skin to skin contact was heavenly. He pulled back just long enough to insert into me, his dick filling me completely. What little air in my lungs escaped without warning. His arms pulled me back in. Our bodies rocked to an inaudible rhythm, but one we both knew all too well. “You’re so beautiful.” Harrison moaned against my lips, taking the bottom in between his teeth. His eyes bore into mine.

“Ahh,” I gasped, nearing my peak, yet again. The pain within the pleasure reached a fever pitch. “Damn, you’re so tight, Babe. I’m so close.” Taking his cues, I start bouncing up and down on him. For me that’s all it took to scream his name one last time. My screams brought him to his peak as well. “I love you.” He pants, falling onto my chest. “I love you too, Haz. So much.” Soft kisses land on my forehead, as he removes himself with his signature “pop”. “Oh!” I groan, not meaning to. “Uh-huh. Darling, you can’t do that to me.” His head shakes violently in protest. “I can’t do that to me!” I yell back, knowing the pain I’ll be in tomorrow. He chuckles lightly, before leaning down to kiss me again. “Come on, let’s get you into the bath.” Even in the darkness, his smile was brighter than any star outside your window. “Carry me!” My arms raise, as I whine like a little kid. “Yes, Dear.”

BYYYEEEEEEEEEE

[kingquackdaddy]

So, it’s my birthday! Who wants to write me something Haz cute af to celebrate?