#summers900party

[definitely-not-black-cat]

37, 45, + 46 with tom?? (from the first list)

37 - “You’re n-not um, w-wearing anything under that, are you?...” 45 - “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.” 46 - “Were you just masturbating?” “Uh-uh no I was just...” “Want some help?

You’re trying to kill me, so that’s cool I guess XD. Here we go. P.S. sorry my read more still isn’t working, but SMUT.

Your roommate drove you absolutely insane. Not in the “you make me want to pull my hair out” kind of way that most boys drove girls. No, it was more of the “I want you to pull my hair out” kind of way, and it was starting to make you feel crazy.

Tom was absolutely gorgeous in every aspect of the word. And you were convinced there was an angelic glow about him as he’d step out of the bathroom after a shower, clad in only a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. You remembered trying to hide your face as your eyes bulged out of your head at the sight of him, beads of water rolling down his ripped abdomen. The man was a damn god. You wanted to believe that his intentions were innocent, but when he started wearing a shirt less, and finding excuses to flex his muscles more, you were beginning to wonder if he wasn’t doing it to torture you on purpose.

You finally snapped when he’d decided to make you dinner. He was shirtless, as he had been most days anymore, stirring the pasta you two would eat. You could see him looking at you from the corner of his eyes, making sure you were looking at him before he stretched, flexing once again followed by running his hand through his messy curls. You chewed your bottom lip, excusing yourself and telling him that you would be back when dinner was ready.

Rushing to your room, you practically ripped your clothes off, getting under the sheet and grabbing your vibrator from the drawer on your nightstand. You turned it on eagerly, knowing you didn’t have much time to work with. The way you saw it, if you could get off even once, it would be enough to get you through dinner so that you could excuse yourself to your room once more to finish the job.

You took the toy, circling your clit, and moaning softly at the delicious vibrations it gave you. With your other hand, you teased your breast, rolling your own nipple between your fingers and arching your back into your own touch. Eyes closed, lips parted, and pleasure setting every single one of your nerves on fire, you almost missed the sound of your door being opened. Gasping, you quickly turned off the toy, pulling the sheet of your bed up to your chin, seeing a red-faced Tom standing in your doorway.

“You’re n-not um, w-wearing anything under that...are you?” Something about the way he asked you, so sweetly, so innocently though you knew he was anything but, made you feel even hotter. You weren’t even sure anymore if your skin felt like lava because you were embarrassed or because you were aroused. You couldn’t even look Tom in the eyes, much less speak to him, so you just shook your head no. “I-I was coming to let you know dinner was ready...”

“Great.” You nodded again, wanting to crawl into the nearest hole and die.

“Were you just masturbating?”

“Uh-uh no. I was just-” You fumbled, trying to find any amount of words for being caught in the act, but coming up empty-handed.

“Want some help?” His voice was hoarse, and you watched his throat bob as he swallowed harshly. You were well beyond words, relaxing into the bed as you kicked the sheet away from you, baring all of your naked glory to Tom, who inhaled sharply.

He didn’t hesitate, kneeling on the bed between your legs, keeping his eyes trained on your face the whole time. As he leaned forward, you felt your heart pounding like a jackhammer in your chest. There was everything you’d ever wanted, at the tips of your fingers. All you had to do was lean forward just a little more. So you did, pressing your lips to his while tangling your fingers into his messy curls in a desperate attempt to pull him closer to you.

He moved his hand slowly down your bare body, taking time to worship you. His fingers splayed over your breasts, tweaking your nipples between his fingers. You moaned out, curving your body into his and he chuckled into your neck, placing a kiss on your clavicle. He began to kiss down your body, stopping at your hips to toss your legs over his shoulders. He chuckled at you darkly, making you squirm.

“I haven’t even touched you, and you’re this wet.” He grinned, making you whimper.

“Wait, what about dinner?” You whispered, panting heavily.

“Forget dinner. I’m skipping to dessert.”

No more please

[definitely-not-black-cat]

heyyy for blurbs can you do 29 + 83 from the first smutty prompts list with Tom??

29 - “If you can’t sleep...then how about we have sex?”

83 - “You can’t tease me like that and not expect to be punished.”

Tossing and turning all night long, you just couldn’t seem to find a relaxing enough position to fall asleep in. You were trying to avoid waking Tom up, you really were, but between the sighs and the violent tosses and turns, there was no way to avoid it. Finally, he rolled over, blinking at you as he woke up a little. He reached out, rubbing his thumb along your cheek, and you couldn’t help but admire his patience with you.

“What’s wrong, darling? Bad dream?”

“I wish.” You huffed back, and in the darkness of your room, you could see Tom’s eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “If I had a bad dream, then at least I would have been asleep at some point.”

“My poor baby. If you can’t sleep...then how about we have sex?” He asked, scooting closer and pressing a kiss to the side of your neck before humming. “Hmm?”

“Only if you want to.” You responded, turning your head to give him more access to your neck.

“You’re joking, right?” He pulled away, laughing at you. “You’re asking if I want to? If the question is sex with you, the answer is ALWAYS yes.” He said seriously, making you laugh. “Like literally always.”

“Okay, okay I get it!” You beamed, pulling him into a slow, loving kiss that quickly turned heated. Tom’s weight was on his forearms as he hovered over you, letting one hand travel down to your hip. You giggled again, nipping at his bottom lip and rolling him over so that you hovered over him, instead.

He leaned up to you, wanting to kiss you, but you were feeling rather frisky and playful, so you pulled away from him, smirking when he let out a huff of agitation. At your amusement, he growled, gripping your hips and pulling them down towards his own. At his actions, you gasped, leaning forward, where he connected his lips with yours, grinning in victory.

“You. Cheated.” You giggled in between pecks.

“Don’t. Tease. Me.” He responded in the same broken up way you had.

“Don’t tease you? Like this?” You asked, allowing your hand to trace down his abdomen before slipping into the boxers he wore to sleep. You let your fingers gently trace his fully hard cock, grinning evilly when he hissed, bucking his hips in a desperate attempt to get you to do more. After a few moments of gentle touches, you gave in, gripping him more firmly, feeling a wetness grow between your legs at his moan in response.

It didn’t take long for Tom to lose control, flipping you over beneath him again and placing a firm kiss on your lips. You giggled, knowing that you’d gotten yourself into trouble, but being far too thrilled to care. He grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them above your head in one of his hands. He ghosted his lips over your throat, making your breaths heavy. He tortured you, his breaths fanning out over your skin lower and lower, but never actually allowing his delicious mouth to touch you in any way. By the time he’d reached your dripping, throbbing core, you were practically begging for him to do anything to you, to touch you, to kiss you, anything. He’d laugh mockingly when you’d buck your hips towards him.

“What’s the matter, baby? You can dish, but you can’t take, huh?” He cooed condescendingly.

“P-please, Tommy.” You whispered, throat feeling dry.

“Pulling the Tommy card, now? Look at you, so wet and needy. Darling, you should know better. You know that you can’t tease me like that and not expect to get punished. Now shh, and let me take care of you.”

I hope you like it boo!

[definitely-not-black-cat]

55 + 91 from the first smutty list with haz?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[definitely-not-black-cat]

Hi Summer!! Congrats on 900 followers, you deserve it! :) Could I request a blurb of prompts 2 and 78 from the first angst/fluff list with Tom please? Thank you so much, I hope you're having a lovely day and I wish you all the best

Hello, darling! Thank you for sending something in!

2 - “Stay here tonight.” 78 - “You’re worth it.”

 “Stay here tonight,” Tom mumbled as you moved to get off the couch to go back to your own apartment. You laughed, trying to get back up only to have Tom wrap his arms around your hips, pulling you back into his lap. He placed kisses on your face, and you smiled warmly, happily.

“You know I can’t do that, Tom. If I stay we’ll be up late and you’ll never get any sleep.” You tried to reason, though you knew your argument would fall on deaf ears.

Truth be told, you’d never stayed over at Tom’s apartment before, and the idea of crossing that bridge made you a little nervous. What were the expectations? Did it mean that you were moving into a more serious relationship together? Were you reading too much into it? How were you supposed to feel about his invitation?

“Awh, come on, darling, don’t you want to stay? Don’t make me beg, baby.” He continued, batting his big brown eyes at you. You were a goner, and both of you knew it. Sometimes, you wished you could hate Tom for being able to turn you into putty in his hands, but part of you admired that he knew you so well. The stupid manipulative bastard that you couldn’t help but love.

“But Tom, you have work tomorrow.”

“And? So what if I lose a little sleep? You’re worth it. Just stay with me, please. If it makes you feel any better, I actually think I’ll sleep better with you here, knowing you’re safe because you’re sleeping in my arms. What do you say, gorgeous? Stay with me?”

And for the first time, something inside of you felt completely and utterly safe with Tom. You’d never had a doubt in your mind that he would ever hurt you, but this was a different level of security that you’d never experienced with another person before. It made you feel whole as if there had been a piece of your life missing all along and you’d just never realized it before now. It was as if someone had removed a blindfold from your eyes, and suddenly you could see just how much Tom loved you and wanted to be with you. You could hear the promise in his simple question. A promise to love you for the rest of your days, and it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard.

Idk how I feel about this, but I tried, love!

[definitely-not-black-cat]

wassssuuuuup!! hi summer, okay so i have a blurb request if that isn’t too much of a problem! okay so it’s prompt 26 from the angst/fluff list 1 and can it be like haz x pregnant!reader and something really really cute and sweet? thank yoooouuuu 💖💖💖

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

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

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

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

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

No more blurbs, please.

[definitely-not-black-cat]

summer can you do a lil blurb with “come cuddle.” like they are about to have sex but she gets really insecure and he comforts her instead💛 — @soft-haz

@soft-haz​

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

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

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

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

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

“But we were supposed to-”

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

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

Finishing the blurbs from this weekend.

[definitely-not-black-cat]

Hi!! Congrats on 900 girlie! May I request #66 from angst/fluff prompt list 1and #5 from smutty prompt list 2. Thank you kindly💕💕

66 - “Why me?” 5 - “Mine” “Say it again”

Hey, love! You didn’t specify who you wanted it for, so I hope Harrison is okay!

You weren’t feeling so good about yourself. It happened from time to time, and while you tried to fight it, sometimes there was nothing you could do to fight it. Which is what lead you to where you were now, standing at the foot of the bed that Harrison was sitting in. He was typing away on his laptop as he hadn’t noticed you standing there just yet. It wasn’t until you sniffled that he looked up at you.

“Darling? What’s the matter? Are you alright?” He was instantly worried, putting his laptop to the side and grabbing both of your hands, resting your knuckles on his cheeks.

“I just...why me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Out of everyone in the world, why did you choose me?”

“Oh, darling...is it one of those days? What happened?” His eyes held pity and sadness as if it broke his heart that you would even ask him that question, and maybe it did.

“I tried to fix it myself. I really tried.” You whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek as you chewed on your bottom lip, trying to keep it from shaking.

“Awh, baby. Come here.” He pulled you into his lap and you inhaled his scent, allowing it to calm you. “I choose you because you are everything I have ever wanted. I love you. How can I help?”

“Distract me.” You whispered, lips ghosting over his collarbone.

“How, angel? Tell me how to help you.” He mumbled as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder. He exhaled raggedly, wrapping his arms around you tightly and pinning you beneath him.

“Are you sure you want that, baby?”

“I want you.” You insisted, hooking your arms around his neck, and pulling him in for a kiss, and he happily obliged. He moved his lips with yours, humming just a little when you flicked your tongue along his bottom lip.

“Mine.” He growled, gripping your hips tightly and you whimpered into his mouth.

“Say it again?” You asked quietly, reveling in the fact that one simple word muttered in a moment of intimacy made you feel so much better.

“Mine. You, darling, are all mine and I wouldn’t trade you for the world. Do you hear me?” He murmured softly in your ear, making you shudder.

Harrison had a talent for making you feel better, no matter how bad you felt, and thankfully today was no exception.

No more requests, please.

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for your 900 (i just don’t want to lose the idea) can you do a blurb where harrison and the reader have a kid but she’s getting her degree still and she’s studying outside while they play and their kid is like “mommy come play with us” and harrison is just like “yeah mommy come play” (i realize that sounds kind of kinky, wasn’t intended)

Okay, so here’s the thing, I thought about this for a long time, and unfortunately, I can’t write this prompt. I don’t want children of my own, and because of that, I feel like I wouldn’t be able to give the concept, and you, the justice it deserves. But, I didn’t want to leave you high and dry without anything either, so I changed it a bit. I hope you understand

Harrison loved his niece and nephew with all of his heart. You knew that which is why when he asked if he could take them from his brother for the weekend to stay with the two of you, it was an obvious answer. You had to study for your upcoming exams, but the way your boyfriend’s eyes lit up when he mentioned having the kids over made your legs feel like jello. You loved him with every fiber of your being, so while the kids were outside playing, you sat on the patio, doing your best to continue to study.

But he didn’t make it easy. The way he laughed and played as Theo jumped onto his back while he tickled Avah. They all seemed so happy, and it made you feel such deep, profound joy in your soul, that you couldn’t help but watch for a few more moments. Just a few more moments and you would go right back to studying. At least that’s what you told yourself as Harrison pulled his niece and nephew closer, whispering something to them. When he let them go, they came rushing up to you, each grabbing one of your hands and tugging on them.

“Y/N, come play with us!” Avah laughed gently as you stood.

“Yeah, Y/N, come play!” Harrison encouraged, chuckling at the expression on your face. “You’ve studied long enough, darling, I think you’ve earned a break.” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Come on, help me make lunch for the kids.”

You should have said no. You should have gone right back to studying but with the smile on Harrison’s face, and the expectant expressions on the kids’ faces, who were you to deny them?