#harry gardner x fem!reader
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The Mistress
Harry Gardner x fem!reader
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: smut (blowjob), cheating, sex in a public bathroom literally while his family is in the other room (who am i)
Author’s Note: Hi love! Sorry this took so long! I feel like I went with the slightly creepy route straight into a bj lmao so I hope you like it. I don’t know how I feel lmaoo
Requested by anon, Happy to hear you're doing well, hun! I'm so excited to see your upcoming pieces because these most recent two are absolute gems 💗(I'm a big GTA and RE fan what can I saw I was overjoyed to see them 🤭)
Don't mind me with another Harry request (my sincere apologies, I'm obsessed 😌) I had this potentially spicy plot in mind - Harry x fem!reader. When he sees her being flirty with someone but cannot let his jealousy show since his wife is like RIGHT there. But still makes sure to let her know how much she upset him later on 😉 Take your time with this sweetie and if you don't feel like writing it that's totally ok too! 🤗 Thank you for gracing this site with your lovely works and making my day with them as well. Take care and have a wonderful day/night ~ Addie ❤
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
(not my gif)
Harry’s love for his wife was obligatory. The love he had for her was necessary, to keep their family going. He had created a space where he could comfortably do his job and be seen as successful. He had the wife, the house, and the kid. He had the room to grow and the means to do it.
But you…you were not a want. You were a need. You were alluring in his worst times, gorgeous in his best. He could watch you move for hours and wonder what it was about you that entranced him. He could picture you from the bed as you slipped your clothes on and the memory filled his entire eyesight. He could see nothing else but you when you were there.
You were like one of the people he wrote about. You were unreal. He couldn’t live without you now.
“You’re starring,” your voice broke him from his thoughts. Sometimes he forgot you were actually there. You sat on the side of the bed, arms moving with grace down to your feet. You put your socks on, side eyeing him. “Everything alright?”
“Uh huh.” He was in a shitty motel with sheets that he knew hadn’t been washed in far too long.
“H?” You sat up straight. He grabbed your hand, shaking his head.
“I’m fine,” he promised. You pursed your lips, nodding slowly.
“You have to get back.” The time schedule he was on was brutal. Sometimes he wondered if the life he had was even worth all this. Couldn’t he just live here with you forever? The misery of his demonic child and his never ending wife seemed like a hell he had trapped himself in. When had he wanted that? “Henry.”
“I’m here. I swear. I just don’t want to leave you.” Your face read the emotions he was feeling. You didn’t want to leave either but someone had to. If this thing was to be sustainable, you had to go.
“I never thought I’d be here you know,” you muttered. Even your voice sounded melodic. “In bed with a married man. Jesus. What would my mother say?” He felt a pang of guilt but not for the person who he should’ve. He had put you in this position. You could’ve been living a life with a free man, someone to show you off to the world. Instead you were in shitty hotels by the ocean, the salt coming in through broken window frames.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. You shook your head.
“It’s alright. We’re in this boat together, hm?” He grabbed your hand and held it. The hand that had just been all over him, the hand that had felt every inch of his body. You must have been thinking about it too because you kissed him gently. A goodbye kiss. He wanted to curse, to beg you to stay. He didn’t.
“I need to write you into a story,” he said against your lips.
“Oh yeah? The girl who never got what she wanted?”
“The girl who could get whatever she desired.”
“That sounds better than my thing.” You smiled gently. “I’ll see you later?” He nodded, a promise he was sure to keep. He hoped he wouldn’t see you around town before that, for the sake of his life. For the sake of yours! You stood up. “I’m excited to read what you write me into. Hopefully a better situation than this.”
You thought about the character of you and envied her. You would be her one day, you hoped.
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She was like fire if it never spread. Her silence was dangerous, the presence of her was terrifying. Electrifying was an understatement. She was the lightning that made electricity. She was the origin, the start, the very being that could bring down trees with a touch. She was-
“What’re you writing?” Doris’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard. His initial reaction scared him a bit and he tried to be more caring.
“Nothing. Nothing, I don’t think anyway.” He shut his computer.
“Are we still going out to dinner?”
“Yes. Yeah, sorry, time got away from me.” He got up from the chair. Doris was standing beside Alma who had her coat and shoes on already. She was giving Harry a look of disinterest, similar to her mothers. But Doris at least tried to cover it with a feign emotion, one he couldn’t grasp. “Coming.”
They piled into the car and were quickly arriving at a small diner. The small diners in Provincetown were stereotypical and uninteresting. There was little local color and little locals. He saw you the second he walked in, like you had attracted his eyes like a magnet. You were sitting at the counter, a milkshake between your hands. Your hair fell in front of your eyes a bit as a smile played on your face. His eyes followed to the waiter you were speaking to. A man about your age, sharing your smile. The jealousy in him was surprising. He didn’t own you.
But he wanted to.
You hadn’t seen him yet. Maybe he could convince Doris to leave and go somewhere else.
“Right here. You’re the newer family right? Big house on the water?” Their waitress said, gesturing to the table. Doris had been speaking and he hadn’t even noticed.
“Yes ma’am,” Harry responded.
“We don’t get lots of visitors here, except for the writers.”
“My husbands the writer,” Doris explained. At the mention of the topic, you turned your head ever so slightly. Your eyes locked for just a moment, zero panic in your face. It was like you didn’t even know him. You turned your head back to the waiter behind the counter.
“What kinds of things do you write?” the waitress asked.
“Screenplays.”
“Anything I’ve seen?”
“Not yet,” Doris promised. You were too distracting. He couldn’t stay here with you. His phone buzzed and he knew it was you. He checked it obsessively, turning it towards him so that Doris and Alma couldn’t see.
I’m sorry, you texted. He didn’t answer.
“Can I get you started with some waters?”
His eyes flickered to you. Smiling at the waiter, a gentle comradery. It made him sick.
“Yes please,” Doris said. She watched him and his discomfort but couldn’t find the source of it. The waitress left, leaving them alone, without a buffer between him and you. He opened up his phone again, staring at the message. You should leave. Why weren’t you leaving? “Everything okay?”
He couldn’t hear what you were saying but he could see your hand brushing the waiters. Closer to your age, likely not married. Attainable. You could have something attainable. He glanced at Doris and nodded curtly.
“I just need to go to the bathroom.” He got up, loudly. She scoffed, nodding.
“Okay.” He pushed past you. Your eyes followed him as he turned the corner. You looked back at the waiter.
“If you’ll excuse me, I have to use the little girls room.” You slid off the stool with a small smile and left your milkshake. You turned the corner and knocked on the men's bathroom door. It opened quickly. It was the type of bathroom that was private, without stalls. Just two rooms.
Harry grabbed your hand and dragged you inside. He shut the door and locked it behind you.
“I didn’t know you would be here,” you argued. He was standing so close to you, practically pining you to the door.
“Who was that?”
“Who was who?”
“Don’t act coy,” he spat. You had never seen him so angry, jealousy practically dripping from his eyes.
“The waiter? He’s a friend.”
“That all?”
“Harry, we can't do this right now. Your family is outside. Come on, we’ll talk later.” You made no movement. He starred, at you, at your features, the ones he could always find comfort in. He grabbed your wrist. “Harry?”
“Get on your knees.”
You raised an eyebrow but the look in his eyes was too alluring to argue. He was usually gentle and guiding through sex, always careful with you even when he was rougher. You didn’t mind the demanding tone in his voice. You slinked down the door, onto your knees. You looked up at him.
He was gazing down at you, his hand cupping your chin. You waited to see what he would do. Was he being so daring because his family was out there? Had you crossed a line neither of you had dared to verbalize?
You put your hands on his waistband. He nodded, ushering you along. You undid his belt and fought with his jeans to pull them down. It didn’t take long for him to get hard at the adrenaline of the moment and you sitting before him. You pumped with your hand, staring up at him still.
You wanted to tell him the waiter meant nothing. But actions spoke louder than words. You wrapped your lips around him, eyes locked, a glaze over his. He was staring at you like you were a meal. As you moved up and down, bobbing your head back and forth, he grabbed a fist full of your hair. He started to guide you more forcefully, a jealousy lacing his touch.
You came up for air as minimally as you could. He lasted too long. His family was going to miss him. They would see your lone milkshake and wonder which of you would leave first. There weren’t enough people in this diner to not connect the dots.
His precum was drooling down your chin. He wanted to fuck you. He knew he didn’t have time. Instead he let you make him cum, swallowing everything you could, making an erotic gagging noise as you did so. His moans came out muffled but clear, head tilted back in pleasure.
You wiped your mouth, leaning your head against the door.
“Feel better?” you asked. He scoffed. He helped you up, catching you as you stumbled. He kissed you, tasting himself among your lips. He could stay here with you forever and starve happily. “You go out first,” you muttered. “I’ve gotta wash up.”
He nodded. He stared at you for a moment longer, brushing your hair out of your face. You locked eyes and the intimacy filled up the bathroom. You wanted to kiss him again but knew you had no time. You would have to let him go, just this once.
“Thanks,” he muttered under his breath.
“Anytime H.” You slithered away from him. “Pull your pants up and go back to your family.”
#harry gardner x reader#harry gardner x fem!reader#american horror story imagines#harry gardner imagines#spicy tag#ahs imagines#american horror story fanfiction
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DANDELIONS - dandy mott x fem!reader (fluff/smut)
CW: slight smut mentions, killing & blood references
SUMMARY: you and dandy barely get time to go places together. most likely because he’s either distracted by something or the temptation of taking another life right there and then is pestering him. so, you thoroughly enjoy certain days where you both just have a little picnic somewhere peaceful and spend time with one another.
“Ah,” You breathed. “Now isn’t this wonderful.”
You were sat on top of a blanket placed on the fresh green grass within the grounds of the park you and your beloved boyfriend were having a time of relaxation on.
It was another beautiful summer’s day. The sky was that breathtaking blue colour, and the heat from the sun radiating onto your skin, oh.. it was tremendous.
All the birds were singing with glee as you took the time to admire this wonderful sight. Dandy however, was resting his eyes whilst laying down with his head in your lap. He practically purred each time you stroked or played with his hair. He too was enjoying this warm weather. Jupiter could go from sunny to having rain pooling down from the sky within seconds, so everyone knew better than to take advantage of the weather forecast.
“What time is it?” Dandy asked, smirking smugly to himself as you continued to stroke his hair.
You looked at your watch. “Only quarter past twelve. We’ve still got plenty of time until we should return home.”
“Good. I like it out here.” Your lover beamed.
You giggled and took a bite out of one of the juicy strawberries the maid decided to pack for you when you’d asked she prepare a picnic.
“Do we have any of those fudge bites left?” Dandy said.
“No,” You replied. “You ate them all already.”
Dandy groaned. “Aww..”
You tutted jokingly. “Don’t spoil the fun just yet.”
Without hesitation, you plopped one of the strawberries into his mouth. He hummed in satisfaction and sat himself up.
“Don’t you think we should do this more often?” Dandy wondered, gulping down another apple juice carton.
“Well..” You began. “We can. Perhaps if you stop causing your Mother to hire a new maid each time you run the other one out. Or should I say, make them disappear, Mr Magician.”
Dandy scoffed. “They don’t even do anything properly. I spotted multiple bits of missed dust the last time I saw Marie before she finished up for the day. Maybe I should have let Dora last a bit longer..”
You looked away for a second. The aftermath of Dora’s murder was a horrible morning for you all. Even though you knew it was coming sooner or later, seeing her like that was still devastating in a way.
You’d only awoken to the sound of Gloria screaming bloody murder. And after both yourself and Dandy rushed downstairs, that’s when you immediately knew of the latest actions your lover had decided to take part in.
Dora’s bloodied corpse was only the first of many victims Dandy would tragically kill. It was frightening that so many people roamed the streets, taking the lives of the innocent, yet it could go unnoticed for god knows how long.
Finally, you snapped out of your unsatisfying memory.
“I’ll make sure to inform your Mother about Marie’s lack of effort whilst working. Hey! You ate all the strawberries!” You laughed, tackling him. He chuckled along, playfully making his way on top of you.
The laughter came to an end and you looked at each other. You felt your heart flutter as you stared into his sparkling, blue eyes.
His lips met yours and you kissed him with that fiery passion you’d always had since the very first moment you met him.
Dandy’s hand cheekily snuck into you’re panties, and you rolled over giggling again.
“Now, now, this is no place for such immature behaviour.” You said sarcastically, removing his hand from the spot it was just about to touch.
He lay down next to you, yet again lovingly staring into your eyes. It was moments like this where you felt safe with Dandy. You were his. And you were well aware that he’d make sure everyone else knew that.
Dandy loved every bit of you. Every, last bit.
He made you feel pleasure no other man was able to give you the chance to experience. You both relied on each other to satisfy your deepest desires, and that was something that connected the two of you even more than you were already destined to be together.
You suddenly looked to the side and gasped. “Ooo, a dandelion!”
Dandy chuckled sweetly at how adorable you always were when you got excited. He watched as you ripped out the fluffy flower from beneath the grass, holding it out in front of him.
“Come on, make a wish.”
He laughed again as you eagerly egged him on.
Dandy blew on the dandelion, making his wish. Little parts of the flower flew into your hair. Both you and Dandy exchanged a soft smile before laying back down.
“So, what did you wish for?”
“Something I already have. But I want to make sure I keep it forever.” He smirked, booping you on the nose as he kissed your now rosy cheeks.
#ahs fandom#dandy mott x reader#american horror story#dandy mott#finn wittrock#ahs freakshow#freak show#american horror story freakshow#ahsfx#ahs fluff#fluff#imagines#fem reader#short imagine#fluffy#slight smut#ahs smut#tristan duffy#harry gardner#valentino#rudolph valentino#ahs imagines#short and sweet#evan peters#james patrick march#dandy
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ALL YOU HAVE TO KNOW 💋
INFO:
- STORIES
one shots (basically just smut/fluff one shots rn), facts & headcanons about a character, matchups
smut (“appropriate” smut, nsfw +18), fluffy
male and female characters (character x fem!reader only! I just feel more comfortable as a girl writing for a female reader).
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WRITING & TAKING REQUESTS ABOUT:
- THE CHARACTERS
American Horror Story:
Evan Peters
tate langdon
kit walker
kyle spencer
jimmy darling
james patrick march
rory monahan (coming soon)
kai anderson
austin sommers (coming soon)
+ Evan’s other characters
warren lipka (american animals) [coming soon]
peter maximoff / quicksilver (x-men, wandavision) [coming soon]
alex (adult world) [coming soon]
max cooperman (never break down) [coming soon]
Finn Wittrock
dandy mott (coming soon)
tristan duffy (coming soon)
harry gardner (coming soon)
Lady Gaga
elizabeth (the countess) [coming soon]
!! “coming soon” means that I haven’t written about them yet, but they’re available for requests !!
+ *REQUESTS ARE OPEN because I might also consider to write a story about other characters from ahs. just request me! feel free to ask me whatever you want <3
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LINKS:
Evan Peters:
a night with evan peters - evan peters x fem!reader
Tate Langdon:
tate langdon x fem!reader (facts & headcanons)
tate langdon x fem!reader (headcanons)
about a girl - tate langdon x fem!reader
sex with a ghost - tate langdon x fem!reader
family trip - tate langdon x fem!reader (part 1)
family trip - tate langdon x fem!reader (part 2)
having dinner at langdons’ - tate langdon x fem!reader (part 1)
having dinner at langdons’ - tate langdon x fem!reader (part 2)
the rubber man suit - tate langdon x fem!reader
Kit Walker:
kit walker x fem!reader (facts & headcanons)
the gas station - kit walker x fem!reader (part 1)
the gas station - kit walker x fem!reader (part 2)
busy day - kit walker x fem!reader
“daddy needs mommy too” - sub!kit x fem!reader
“your boyfriend won’t hear about this” - kit walker x fem!reader (part 1)
“your boyfriend won’t hear about this” - kit walker x fem!reader (part 2)
Kyle Spencer:
hide and seek - kyle spencer x fem!reader
from hell to heaven - kyle spencer x fem!reader
“I ︎♡︎ you” - kyle spencer x fem!reader
Jimmy Darling:
magic hands - jimmy darling x fem!reader
James Patrick March:
forever mine - james patrick march x fem!reader (part 1)
forever mine - james patrick march x fem!reader (part 2)
honeymoon sex - james patrick march x fem!reader
“will you be mrs march?” sub!james x dom!fem!reader
Kai Anderson:
the punishment - kai anderson x fem!reader
a kidnapper falling for his hostage - kai anderson x fem!reader
AHS Matchups:
sally mckenna x @voidsmind
tristan duffy x *anonymous
#imagines#headcanon#smut#ahs smut#american horror story#smut stories#tate langdon#evan peters#evan peters imagine#evan peters smut#ahs evan peters#evan peters x reader#evan peters fanfiction#evan peters fanfic#kit walker#kyle spencer#jimmy darling#james patrick march#kai anderson#austin sommers#dandy mott#tristan duffy#harry gardner#steve harrington#billy hargrove#robin buckley#eddie munson#warren lipka smut#alex adult world#peter maximoff
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American Horror Story masterlist
Key:
Fluff: ♡ Angst: ♤ Smut: ♧ Headcanons: ◇ May contain triggering content: ☆
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Tate Langdon
Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇
Tate Langdon dating someone who's transmasc ◇
Nail Polish and Nirvana ♡
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Violet Harmon
Soft dom Violet Harmon ♧◇
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Billie Dean Howard
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
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Moira O'Hara
Duster Fuck ♧
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Kit Walker
Kit Walker dating someone who's transmasc ◇
Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇
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Lana Winters
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
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Cordelia Goode
Trans fem Cordelia Goode ◇
That a Girl ♧
Caught In the Act ♧
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
Dirty A-Z headcanon game: B, D, L, P, Q, R, S, W, Y ♧◇
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Kyle Spencer
Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇
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Madison Montgomery
Picnic Baskets and Confessions of Love ♤♡
Dance With Me ♡
Madison Montgomery Fluff Alphabet ♡◇
Punishment and Bargaining ♧
Madison Montgomery nsfw alphabet ♧◇
Moral Of The Story ♤♡
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Jimmy Darling
Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇
You're Not A Freak, Doll ♤♡
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Bette and Dot Tattler
Baking With Bette and Dot ◇
Good Girls ♧
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
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Dandy Mott
Sub Dandy Mott ♧◇
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Maggie Esmeralda
Run Away With Me ♤♡
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James Patrick March
Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇
James Patrick March x reader with anger issues ◇
James Patrick March being nervous around the reader ◇
James Patrick March x deaf reader ◇
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Sally Mckenna
You Can't Leave Me ♤☆
Hypodermic Sally x reader who tries to leave her ♤◇☆
Sex With A Ghost ♧
Sally Mckenna x reader who's a songwriter ◇
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
Dirty A-Z headcanon game: C, R ♧◇
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Liz Taylor
Liz Taylor and Tristan Duffy x reader who's a writer ◇
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Tristan Duffy
Liz Taylor and Tristan Duffy x reader who's a writer ◇
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Shelby Miller
Hot Tea and Rainstorms ♡
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Audrey Tindall
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
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Rory Monahan
Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇
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Kai Anderson
Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇
Whores Get Nothing ♧
Kidnapping Confessions ♤♧
Cuddling With Pre Cult Kai ◇
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Ally Mayfair-Richards
The Clown In The Kitchen ♤♡
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
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Winter Anderson
Winter Anderson fluff alphabet ♡◇
Winter Anderson nsfw alphabet ♧◇
Nighttime Terrors ♤♡
Dom Winter Anderson ♧◇
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Michael Langdon
Michael Langdon eras x reader with daddy issues ◇
Mornings With Michael ♡
Michael Langdon in a maid outfit ◇
Alphabet Boy ♤♡
Sucking on Michael Langdon's fingers ♧◇
Spanking Michael Langdon ♧◇
Happy Halloween ♧
Enemies With Benefits ♧
Murder House Michael Langdon being soft ♡◇
Calming Techniques ♤☆
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Wilhemina Venable
Dom Wilhemina ♧◇
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
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Jeff Pfister
Having an online relationship with Jeff Pfister ◇
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Brooke Thompson
Late Night Anxieties ♤♡
Date Officially Canceled (Brooke x Donna) ♧
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Montana Duke
Montana Duke when she gets jealous ◇
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Xavier Plympton
Sub Xavier Plympton ♧◇
Xavier Plympton being needy ♧◇
Big Trauma Can Come In Small Packages ♤♡
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Donna Chambers
Roller Rink Romance ♡
Date Officially Canceled (Brooke x Donna) ♧
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Margaret Booth
Sugar mommy Margaret Booth ♧◇
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Harry Gardner
Protein Shakes ♤♡
Poly! Harry Gardner x reader x Doris Gardner general relationship headcanons ◇
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Doris Gardner
Poly! Harry Gardner x reader x Doris Gardner general relationship headcanons ◇
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Austin Sommers
The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow ♤♡
Austin Sommers nsfw alphabet ♧◇
Crimson Sheets ♧
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Tuberculosis Karen
I Promise ♤☆
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
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Dr. Calico
Blue Moon Tears ♤♡
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#american horror story#american horror story imagines#american horror story x reader#american horror story fic#ahs#ahs imagines#ahs x reader#ahs fic#ahs smut#ahs fluff#ahs angst#american horror story smut#american horror story fluff#american horror story angst#american horror story masterlist#ahs masterlist#evan peters x reader#sarah paulson x reader
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⋆♱ AHS ♱⋆
navigation
🕷️fluff | 🕸️angst | 🐈⬛suggestive | 🪦platonic
⋆♱ MURDER HOUSE ♱⋆
⋆♱ Tate Langdon ♱⋆
🕷️ • meeting him in the murder house | gn!reader • part two
headcanons
⋆♱ Violet Harmon ♱⋆
🕷️ • being her best friend | headcanons | x gn!reader
⋆♱ ASYLUM ♱⋆
⋆♱ Kit Walker ♱⋆
🕷️ • the first step | x fem!reader
🕸️ • it’s okay to cry | x gn!reader
🕷️ • 🕸️ • home | x gn!reader
⋆♱ COVEN ♱⋆
⋆♱ Kyle Spencer ♱⋆
🕷️ • party party | x gn!reader
⋆♱ Misty Day ♱⋆
🕷️ • listening to fleetwood mac with her | x gn!reader
⋆♱ Nan ♱⋆
nothing yet
⋆♱ Queenie ♱⋆
🕷️ • being her best friend | headcanons | x gn!reader
⋆♱ Zoe Benson ♱⋆
nothing yet
⋆♱ FREAKSHOW ♱⋆
⋆♱ Dandy Mott ♱⋆
nothing yet
⋆♱ Jimmy Darling ♱⋆
🕷️ • defending him | x gn!reader
⋆♱ HOTEL ♱⋆
⋆♱ James Patrick March ♱⋆
🕷️ • buying him a dog | headcanons | x reader
⋆♱ Tristan Duffy ♱⋆
nothing yet
⋆♱ CULT ♱⋆
⋆♱ Ally Mayfair-Richards ♱⋆
nothing yet
⋆♱ Beverly Hope ♱⋆
nothing yet
⋆♱ Kai Anderson ♱⋆
nothing yet
⋆♱ APOCALYPSE ♱⋆
⋆♱ Cordelia Goode ♱⋆
🕸️ • as i watch you die | x gn!reader
⋆♱ Michael Langdon ♱⋆
🕸️ • qui totum vult totum perdit | x gn!reader
🕷️ • halloween party | x gn!reader
🕷️ • trick or treating | x gn!reader
🕷️ • bonfire night | x gn!reader
🕷️ • 5th of November | x gn!reader
🕷️ • new years | x gn!reader
🕷️ • valentines together | x gn!reader
⋆♱ Mr Gallant ♱⋆
🕷️ • being his best friend | headcanons | x gn!reader
⋆♱ 1984 ♱⋆
⋆♱ Bobby Richter ♱⋆
🕷️ • 🕸️ • 🪦 • finally | x sibling!reader
⋆♱ Xavier Plympton ♱⋆
🕷️ • i cared too much that it killed me | x gn!reader
⋆♱ DOUBLE FEATURE ♱⋆
⋆♱ Austin Sommers ♱⋆
🕷️ • 🕸️ • saving you from the pale people | x gn!reader
⋆♱ Harry Gardner ♱⋆
nothing yet
⋆♱ TB Karen ♱⋆
🕷️ • inspiration | x gn!reader
⋆♱ Valiant Thor ♱⋆
nothing yet
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Below, you will find my complete American Horror Story masterlist! It includes prompts, drabbles, series, one-shots, concepts, headcanons, and MORE! For the fics of Cody Fern’s AHS characters, I will give an individual link below!
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Main Masterlist
Characters I write for in this fandom: Michael Langdon, Xavier Plympton, Thomas Browne, Tate Langdon Stan Vogel, Valiant Thor, Jimmy Darling, Kit Walker, James Patrick March, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Austin Sommers, Harry Gardner & Montana Duke.
Ships I write for: Harry/Austin & x Reader with any character (or ship) that I have listed above!
Key:
❤️🔥 = smut
💔 = angst, depression, & anger
💝 = fluff & comfort
Series titles are in bold red
Appropriate warnings and tags will ALWAYS be added!
Michael Langdon Masterlist
Xavier Plympton, Valiant Thor, Stan Vogel & Thomas Browne Masterlist
Being Madison Montgomery’s GF - (Headcanon)
Mallory x Fem!Reader - (Headcanon)
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Freak Like Me
pairing: Harry Gardner x Fem!Reader
word count: 3,663
warnings: smut, blood kink, knife play, handjob, oral (fem receiving), orgasm denial, language (lol), a little slow.. and long.. but hopefully not in a bad way?
... yeah so I got this after just the first 2 episodes of double feature, I told y'all I was doing it so here ya go. this was just brewing inside of me apparently by the way I shot this baby out LMAO
no Doris or Alma in this story. tbh I feel like I may be jumping the boat making him a little psychotic, but alas, time will tell if that's how his character arc plays out. enjoy!
He was at it again.
You watched as Harry sat on the couch, his laptop balanced on his lap as he furiously typed away. He had moved there after spending a good five hours writing at his desk. Ever since you moved to Provincetown, something in him just clicked. Already two Netflix deals under his belt from whatever it was he had written these past few weeks. You were very excited for him and the success that was finally coming his way.
However, you missed him.
The quietness of the house made the sound of his fingers dashing across the keyboard one hundred times louder than usual. The weather was now too cold for you to go for a walk, so you stayed inside, curled up in your warm bed as not to disrupt the master at work. He assured you this following script would be Netflix deal number three.
You had taken a shower, making sure to thoroughly exfoliate every inch of your body. Since it was in the dead of winter, you had allowed quite a bit of stubble to grow on your legs. You were tired of watching Harry spend all hours of the day (and sometimes nights) writing away. You wanted him so bad that you shaved just for him. With a spritz of his favorite perfume, you dressed in a tank top and your pajama shorts. Definitely not what you've been wearing to bed as the house was very drafty, but you were so serious about getting laid. The more exposed skin, the better.
After watching Harry type away from the kitchen, you strolled towards him. His long black hair framed his face, covering his eyes from view as he bobbed a foot impatiently. He was dressed in all black, his usual attire, and something about seeing him like that just caused your belly to do flip-flops. You knew he would be so concentrated that trying to catch his attention by talking wouldn't do the trick. So you approached him, grabbing the MacBook out of his hand, pushing it from his lap and to the other side of the couch.
Harry took a quick breath, his hands still positioned in their typing form while you climbed onto his lap, settling your legs on either side of his. "y/n, I'm working!"
"I know." you shrugged, purposely pushing your chest closer to his face. Harry looked angry, his thick eyebrows furrowing at you as you ran a hand over his cheek to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing him to tilt his head back. You scooted farther up his lap until you could feel his belt buckle digging between your legs. Harry's facial expression softened, finally moving his hands to cup at your waist.
"This is very important, babe," Harry said, his voice strained as you pressed kisses along his exposed neck, over his cheek, before your eyes met his green ones. He stared at you as your nose hovered over his, not breaking eye contact as you fully pressed yourself against him. Harry's breath caught in your throat at the same time yours did, and he couldn't help the little sigh that escaped.
"Ursula could wait until the morning," you said, feeling Harry waste no time in running his hands up your back, going underneath your shirt to touch your skin. "You've given her more than you promised already. Let her sweat for a while."
Harry wasn't quite the same person he was before you moved here. He was very stressed and prone to snapping at you more often than not. It was the reason you kept your distance from him, not even bothering to fix his meals anymore, hoping whatever was going on would fix itself if he could just write it out.
You were right, as now Harry realized how much he had fucking missed you too.
Harry grabbed your hair, yanking you back from his neck and using his other hand to grip yours. His eyes were fired up, making it clear that you were to stay put once he released your hair. You nodded, the excitement so great you felt your panties already becoming wet. He freed you, his grip on the sides of your neck tightening, and you felt his free hand trail down your back before cupping your ass. You lurched forward, your lips briefly touching his when he tugged you forward.
"Did you bring one?" he asked you, his voice low. Harry's hand felt around your ass before he felt what he was looking for in the back pocket. He smirked at you, and you could feel how fast your heart was now beating.
Harry pulled out the shiny and new pocket knife. He maintained his grip on your neck, your stomach trembling in anticipation, and at the way you were positioned onto his body. You watched as he clicked it open, revealing the smooth blade that caught the light just right.
"Good girl," Harry praised you, his lips curling into a sinister smile before he suddenly pressed into the sides of your neck, blocking your airways just enough to give you that high he knew you loved. "You always come prepared, darling. You know exactly how to catch my attention."
"Mhm.." was all you could say.
Harry's hair was a mop on top of his head as he stared at you, his eyes trailing your body because he adored every inch of you. He particularly liked the black tank you picked out, bits of your stomach peeking at him when the fabric rolled in on itself. Your legs in those shorts just did something to him.
"You know I don't like to be interrupted," Harry said, releasing his hold on your neck. You hid your need to gulp air, slowly taking a staggered breath as Harry pretended to observe the blade. "Right, y/n?"
You couldn't answer as in that moment he grabbed a strap of your tank. Then, with a flick of the blade, it snapped. You knew what was coming, and after a few trials and errors, you were ready.
Harry seemed amused that you had yet to answer him, chuckling as he did the same to the final strap. Your tank sagged as the straps sadly dangled from your shoulders. Harry would use any excuse in the book to get you on top and in front, just like this so he could look at you.
Then here you were, just giving it to him.
"You're awfully quiet now, y/n," he gently scolded. The way your shirt hung sadly from your body exposed multiple scarred cuts along your collarbone, across the plane of your chest, and down to your exposed cleavage. You willingly ignored him.
Harry placed the knife on the cushion beside him. His eyes bore heavily into yours as you managed to keep your breathing under control. With the way your heart was pounding, it was almost impossible to not start panting at how aroused and excited you were just sitting on his lap.
damn girl, chill
Harry startled you when he gripped the tank in his hands, tugging and ripping it clean down the middle. Your mouth fell open as he pushed it off your shoulders, hearing it plop to the floor below. Within seconds Harry had your hair in his hand, the knife now tracing carefully along your exposed throat. His lips attached to your cheek, pressing a gentle kiss there as he held you still.
The knife trailed along your face, down to your collarbone, before stopping right above your left breast where there was no scar. Harry put just enough pressure to let you know it was there.
"You know what happens if I do this now?" Harry warned quietly, immensely enjoying the way you were still trembling against him.
"Yes," you finally spoke. You were so nervous, yet so fucking ready.
Harry didn't say anything, only gazing at you lovingly, though you couldn't see. He adored everything about you, and the fact that you willingly let him use your body for his needs proved to him you were the one.
Without warning, Harry sliced into your skin, leaving a wound deep enough to spill blood but not require stitches. You gasped at the intensity of it, feeling the hot blood, your blood, pool in the wound before slowly spilling over, dripping to your exposed belly. Harry instantly groaned, just the smell of it causing his mind to go crazy.
Harry couldn't help himself when he swiped a hand over the wound before bringing his bloody hand to his mouth, keeping eye contact with you while he licked a clean stripe from his hand. You fumbled with the ties on your shorts, pulling the ribbon loose before kicking out of them, showing your exposed and now bloody torso to him. You looked behind you to see he had taken off his shirt and a fresh swipe of blood on his face when he roughly grabbed you, lifting you up and slamming you onto the couch.
"Another one?" Harry practically begged, and you nodded, already out of breath just by allowing him to toss you around. Harry sighed in relief, and you realized he was now only in boxers. He settled himself in between your legs, making sure your head was supported by the only couch pillow.
Harry moved to the other breast with his bloody hand, this time cutting into you with more precision than before. You felt the burn of the blade start to fade as the wound began to bleed, and you looked up at Harry's bloody face before he gripped your arms, forcing you down as he lunged forward, attaching his lips to the wound for a second time.
The feeling of his tongue along your cuts was always uncomfortable, they burned slightly, but you did it for him.
And there's something about seeing his face covered with blood.. you'd cream just thinking about it.
Harry, still gripping the knife in his hand, once again painted your body with blood. He loved seeing you bloody as much as you did him. Harry kissed both your breasts, causing you to sigh when he released your arms from his tight grip. Harry smirked at you, moving farther down your body until his chin was by your belly button, and he looked directly into your eyes, where you saw it.
He's had a taste of you. Now it's time you got what you wanted.
Harry would love nothing more than to cut right above your vagina before eating you out. Your blood mixed with the taste of your pussy? He stopped himself, feeling his dick throb, thinking too hard about it. You were too sensitive for him to attempt it, and the last thing Harry wanted was to really hurt you.
Instead, Harry helped you re-adjust your legs, sitting on his knees as he slid his arms under your legs, hooking your knees to his shoulders. You sighed, feeling the draft around you cause the fresh cuts to almost throb from the exposed air. It hurt in a rather satisfying way.
Harry moved off the couch, kneeling down as he brought you close to the edge, continuing his support of your legs as he made a nick on your outer thigh, his tongue swooping over it and collecting your blood on his lips.
"I fucking love the taste of you," Harry growled, giving one last lick to your leg before burying his face between your legs. The sound you made when he circled his tongue along your clit caused him to moan, too, before laughing when you immediately threaded your fingers into his messy hair.
You whined when Harry purposely spread your legs apart just enough for you to see what he was doing. Your stomach clenching so tightly that your breathing became erratic, the sound of him slurping you up making your belly fill with butterflies. You knew that meant you had just literally screamed in his mouth. Harry didn't care, of course, his green eyes flickering up to meet yours once he figured it out. He would be smirking at you had his face not been buried deep in your wetness.
In typical Harry fashion, all this meant was he was going to force you to keep your eyes on his, watching every slight quiver of your lip to every moan you breathed, all while making a show of eating your drenched pussy. He did this for a few minutes, listening to you moan and seeing how you tried so hard to keep your eyes on him.
You made the mistake of forgetting where you were, allowing your eyes to close just briefly before the sound of the knife clicking caused you to open them wide. Harry had stopped, his mouth wet with your cum, the knife in his hand touching the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
"You know the rules," Harry said plainly, digging the blade into your flesh. This time you winced as he made a line about an inch and a half long. Blood immediately filled the wound, and you winced when Harry placed small bites along your skin before flattening his tongue against the injury, moaning as he collected all that had pooled there.
You whined impatiently, having been so close to an orgasm, and now he was distracted by getting a good feed. You had fucked yourself.
"What's wrong, baby?" Harry teased, staring at you directly while using his thumb to push a drop of blood on his lip into his mouth. "You look stressed."
"I was so close," you whined, shifting your leg uncomfortably where the new cut was; inner thighs were the worst.
"I know, baby," he said, his tone condescending, and it irritated you. "You know we have to play by the rules. When I eat your pussy, you watch me, y/n."
You pouted, allowing yourself to plop flat on your back, cursing him. Harry laughed the same one that sent chills down your spine whenever you heard it. It wasn't his usual, goofy laughter you had fallen in love with. This one was darker.. more sinister. It's like you could feel the evil in the room when you heard it.
You grew uncomfortable, jumping when you felt his hand make contact with your exposed leg. Harry touched the other. The dried blood on his palms stained your legs in some places. You calmed slightly as he ran his hands up your legs, his body following along. You were pissed he denied your orgasm, wanting to tell him it was so damn good that you had to close your eyes.
Harry's eyes were dark, and the dried blood on his cheek and his mouth made him look terrifying but somehow still the hottest man you have ever seen. And he was all yours.
You lunged at him, pushing hard against his chest and flipping him onto his back. Then, you mounted his lap, wiggling over his erection through his boxers, loving the way he tried to hide his facial expressions from you.
You reached down, scooping up the bloody knife that Harry had dropped a few moments before. He watched you with anticipation, wondering if you were gonna cut him.
You noticed from the recent cut the blood hadn't dried. You stared directly into Harry's eyes, bringing the blade to your lips, licking your own blood in a straight line before purposely coating your lips enough to stain them with what was left.
Harry sat up, gripping the wrist you were holding the blade with, his eyes on fire. You could tell he was struggling still wearing those boxers. You smirked at him, reaching into the elastic waistband and palming him in your hand, enjoying the way he quickly lost his resolve.
"y/n," Harry stuttered now, his grip on your wrist loosening just a tad. You pumped your fist along his dick, just enough to make him wither.
"I should just put you out of your misery now," you teased him, increasing speed just enough for him to notice. He glared at you. "You're so fucking done. You wouldn't last three seconds in my pussy."
Harry knew he had really pissed you off now, as you were rarely the type to talk like this. He grinned through his pain, knowing you were probably fucking right at this moment in time.
"You broke the rule, babe," Harry sighed, managing to snag the knife from your hands when you were caught off guard by him not being angry. He smirked at you before shredding the side of his boxers, cutting through them until they were a shredded pile at the end of the couch.
There was something about seeing him entirely naked after nearly three weeks of no sex. You couldn't hide the strangled gasp you made when your stomach fluttered, your hand slowing on his dick.
Harry grabbed your hip to pull you close. He cupped the back of your head in his hand, bringing your lips together for a deep kiss. Your faces were becoming sticky, and you felt a hint of a smile on his lips right as he pulled away.
You pouted when he gently moved your hand away, cupping your cheeks in his hands, and kissed you again. It was so passionate that your heart was fluttering this time. Finally, Harry released his grip, reaching around your body instead, grabbing your ass to pull you right into his chest.
"How much can you handle?" Harry whispered, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. His free hand reached down, feeling how wet you were for him. Harry forced you to turn around, your back pressed to his chest as he then positioned your legs just right. You mewled when he cupped your soaked pussy in his hand. Harry had vaguely felt you gush on him a few seconds before. Stupid fucking boxers
"I don't think a whole lot more.." you replied honestly, already panting again when he slid a few fingers inside of you with ease. Your hips bucked, and as a result, Harry made a quick slice into your hip. You squealed before it was cut off when he shoved a bloody finger in your mouth.
"You're a little freak, aren't you?" Harry said, the sound of you sighing making him smile. "Do you like the taste of blood, y/n?"
Your words were stuck in your throat when Harry increased his speed, your belly coiling at the threat of your looming orgasm. He laughed at your silence, once again gathering a small drop of blood on his finger before shoving it back into your mouth. You took it willingly, reaching an arm above your head. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, your body starting to fall apart while his fingers fucked you into oblivion. The couch between your thighs was now soaked.
"I'll take that as a yes. You filthy girl," Harry laughed at your expense, fighting the urge to groan when you screamed into his hand, your orgasm coming quicker than he anticipated. You could feel the cum leaking out of you, Harry giving your clit a few circles before pulling his hand away. "Always drenched and willing for me."
You turned around in his lap on shaky legs. Harry watched you, your hair matted and stuck to your face. He grinned, brushing your hair back as you adjusted yourself accordingly.
"Not a whole lot," you said, your voice final.
Harry could have ejaculated by the look on your face alone. "Not a lot," he confirmed.
You nodded, a smirk of your own now as you reached down, taking his dick in your hand. Your pussy was drenched, and you made sure to coat the head with your arousal as he started to push into you, doing his best not to take control.
Harry eventually bottomed out, his arm wrapping around you as you rocked on his lap, your fingers itching toward the dirty blade that was just slightly out of reach. Harry placed his hands on your hips, helping guide you to getting your orgasm faster.
You managed after a lucky swipe to grab the knife. Harry pressed kisses along the exposed side of your neck, moaning into your ear as you allowed him more reign to take control. Especially with what you were about to do.
Harry watched you as you once again brought the blade to your chest. You watched him silently, mouth open, when a tremor rolled through your body, causing you to clench around Harry's dick. His eyes almost rolled in the back of his head when that happened.
"Fuck, y/n," he groaned, now staring at the blade threatening your beautiful, delicate skin.
You dug the blade into the skin underneath your collarbone. You hissed at the discomfort, but it was almost masked by the way Harry growled, lurching forward and attaching his lips to the fresh wound. The taste of your blood only excited him more, and eventually, you just sat there as Harry pivoted his hips into you. You felt your thighs go numb from the constant beating.
You seemed lightheaded as your second orgasm was moments away, and you had lost a good amount of blood tonight. Harry held you tightly when he felt you sag against him and pressed his lips to your cheek. You gripped the back of his neck, pulling him towards you, being the one to initiate the kiss this time. Harry's lips were soaked with blood, but you obviously didn't mind.
Your orgasm hit you like a train, crying into his mouth, this time crumpling into his tight grasp. Harry groaned, feeling his dick become soaked with your release. A minute later, he spilled inside of you, mumbling your name before kissing you on your forehead.
"I love you," he said quietly, and you responded with a soft grunt of affirmation, "You're a freak like me."
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just a taste
harry gardner x fem!reader
wordcount: 900
warnings: NSFW, minors dni, receiving oral, blood, blood drinking, biting, wound mention, drug mention? (”the muse”), swearing
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It was like a game for Harry. For the both of you. Except your role in it was cruelly enjoyable and his was languid and indulgent. His tongue strayed from where it rested idly at your entrance back to your inner thigh, collecting the single trickle of blood that rolled lazy down your skin, getting dangerously close to the white sheets of the bed beneath you. His warm breath ghosted over the skin of your thigh and the two small puncture wounds that resided there, supplying Harry with a meal in occasional rivulets that formed and spilled down your heated skin, forcing him to abandon the attention he was giving your aching cunt to lap it up before it was given the chance to spoil his immaculate bed clothes.
He hummed against your thigh, clamping his sharpened teeth around the small hurt and sucking gently; wincing, you tried to combat the urge to rut your hips upwards in search of friction, knowing that patience was the only thing that would convince Harry to eventually let you cum. As if the little black pill also gave him the ability to read minds, his mouth traced up your skin to the apex of your thighs, pausing the take in the gleaming view beneath him in the undulating light of the fire crackling away behind him before closing his lips around your throbbing clit.
Searing heat sputtered through your nerve endings as his teeth scraped against the pulsing bundle, your thighs jerking around his head before the tender raking of his teeth was replaced by a honeyed swirl of his tongue and you softened into the plush bed covers, reaching down to bury the tips of your fingers into his thick strands of dark hair. He lingered at your clit for several long moments, his licking punctuated by the closing of his lips around it in wet kisses. A flush of heat skittered through your being at Harry’s gentle ministrations and you savoured every touch, every nudge of his tongue, every press of his lips, every grate of his teeth against your centre, knowing that it was only a matter of time before another bead of crimson would swell and fall, drawing Harry’s attention away from your core.
You groaned pitifully when this very thing happened, his tongue, saturated with your wetness, straying back to your thigh, travelling up your hot skin to collect the blood dripping there before latching onto the minor laceration and sucking to draw more of the metallic liquid onto his tongue. Your skin prickled as you waited with bated breath for Harry to satisfy himself and return to working you closer and closer to release; you verbalised your desperation, earning a gentle praise murmured lowly into your skin and several more moments of being dined upon before Harry returned to your pussy, placing the tip of his finger against your entrance and circling it lazily, drunk on your life source.
His tongue found your clit once more as he slowly eased his finger into you, savouring the feel of your slick inner walls clenching and pulsating around it, attempting to draw him in deeper; he’d replace the digit with his cock later but for now, he focused on bringing you to orgasm with his lips and tongue. The pleasant copper taste of your blood lingered about your folds as his tongue delved between them, lapping up the taste and dragging it back to your clit, where his lips closed around the nerve-filled crux.
Tendrils of pleasant heat began to wrap around the base of your spine and unfurl in your loins as Harry’s tongue flicked around your clit, the single finger he had embedded within you drawing slowly in and out, curling and twisting in exploratory indolence. His name floated from your lips into the air as warmth rushed to your lower abdomen, the intensity of finally being led closer to the edge stealing your breath and emptying your mind of everything but your awe of the man knelt between your parted legs. His thumb migrated to the puncture wound adorning your inner thigh, pressing into the hurt to staunch the blood flow and ensure that all of his attention remained on your pleasure.
You took a sharp breath as the pad of his thumb pushed into the deep but harmless cut, his other finger increasing it’s pace as it thrust in and out of your cunt, dragging across your velour wall and pressing into the spot that had your spine stiffening and head tilting back into the covers. Harry dutifully licked you through release, his finger stilling and tongue flattening onto your clit as it pulsed amidst the throes of your orgasm, groaning lowly onto you at your taste; the sound rumbled through you, ushering your release through your body in bolts of pleasure that skittered through each of your nerves, taking you in its grips and subjecting you to it’s thorough euphoria.
When he was sure that you had experienced all the pleasure your orgasm had to offer, harry detached his lips from you, withdrawing his finger and reaching with his tongue for your inner thigh, where he took one final taste before rising and covering your body with his own, admiring the sleepy smile you offered him and catching your lips in his to steal the taste of your mouth and tongue against his.
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Hey was wondering if you do requests, could you do an Austin with an older Harry gardners daughter kind of thing? Kind of like he gets really interested in her, thank uuu
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New Muse
Austin Sommers x fem!reader
"Harry!" an eccentric figure approached my dad, greeting him with enthusiasm. The man was dressed in a flamboyant fur coat, dark eyeliner defined his waterline. "So good to see you!"
"I can't talk for long, Austin, I promised I'd take my daughter out for a drink on her 21st." Dad indicated over to me, sitting at the bar, tapping my fingers impatiently on the bench.
"Ah..." the man acknowledged my presence. "You must be y/n Gardener. Austin Sommers, playwright." He extended his hand out to me, and so I shook it. "She's a right stunner isn't she, Harry?" Austin mumbled into my dad's ear, with a click of his tongue.
"Are you sexualizing my daughter?" accusation lingered in Dad's throat.
Austin seemed to realize his mistake immediately, his cheeks flushed bright red. "I apologize, dude... that was entirely out of line. The crackhead I fed on this morning... still has my head buzzin'."
An awkward silence filled the air before the man spoke up once more.
"Well, I must be off now, Harry, y/n. Catch you later." Austin wandered off, leaving me alone with my father.
"I can stick up for myself, Dad."
"No, you can't," he snaps back, taking a swig of whiskey. "Besides. He isn't your type."
"How the fu- I mean... like you know my type, you're literally my father! That's just weird, Dad."
"Sure I do," he swirled the ice cube around his glass. "Don't act like I didn't see all those Ed Sheeran and Zac Effron posters up in your room."
"Shut up! That was like a tiny obsession that lasted for a week in fifth grade!"
"Was it? Huh."
Austin's POV:
"Austin. Austin!" Belle clapped her hands in front of his face to get his attention. He quickly averted his gaze away from you, and looked at Belle.
"What?"
"What are you staring at?"
"Nothing..."
She gives him a knowing glance. The kind a mother gives her son when she knows he is up to something.
"Is it her?" Belle cocks her head in the direction of a young woman seated at the bar beside Harry Gardner; you.
"Harry's daughter," he sighs.
"Good luck with that one. He is one protective father."
"Yeah no shit, Sarah."
"Belle, to you." She corrects. "She is rather striking, isn't she."
"Again," Austin smirks. "No shit, Sarah."
Belle rolls her eyes before casting her glance back to you.
"Austin, look," tapping his shoulder lightly. "Harry's gone to the bathroom. Now's your chance."
He begins to stand and make his way over to you when he sees Mickey slide along the bar to sit beside you.
"Fuck you!" He mouths.
"Oh good gracious me, not that hustler." Belle beckons Austin back over. "Don't worry. Once she lays eyes on the pile of crap he calls his house she won't even look at him again."
Harry emerges from the bathroom and Austin's face lights up.
The two writers amuse themselves watching on as your father chastises Mickey, shooing him away like a common rodent. During the conflict, you turn your head to the corner of the room. You meet Austin's gaze unintentionally, but smiling sweetly regardless.
He felt his heart skip a beat, just for a second.
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The frosty morning breeze nips at my ankles, as I trudge through the aisles of the market. I mentally check all the items from the list off in my head. Tea, coffee, eggs, 12 steaks... shit. Forgot the steaks. I make a b-line for the fridge section, beginning to load the bloody trays of meat into my basket
"Why hello there, stranger." A voice approaches from behind.
It's that guy from last night at the bar. Austin.
"Stocking up on essentials are we," he notices the extensive amount of beef in my possession. "New to the pill?"
"Nah. It's for my Dad."
"Harry? Harry can hunt, what the fuck is he doing making his daughter go out and buy him shitty, stale cow carcass?"
I can't help but let out a giggle.
"I'm just saying!" he throws his hands up in defense.
"No, no, it's okay. He's a little hungover... actually, let me rephrase that. A lot hungover."
Austin cackles lightheartedly.
"I think the fact that his little girl is now her own woman messed him up, me turning 21 yesterday and all. But he'll be fine."
I pack the final steak in my basket.
"I guess I'll see you around, then." I smile and begin to walk away."
"Wait! Y/n!" I turn back around to face the man. "I, ah, was just wondering if perhaps you wanted to come over to my place, for a drink?"
"I'd love to."
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American Horror Story Masterlist
ASYLUM
Then what’s the worst? - Kit Walker
summary: two trapped souls within the walls of Briarcliff | kit walker x fem!reader | TW: angst
Sordid thirst- Kit Walker
summary: kit gets caught with the reader within the corridors of briarcliff. | kit walker x fem!reader | TW: angst
COVEN
Alone, except for: Madison Montgomery
summary: madison’s return from the death left her empty, including her emotions towards the reader | madison montgomery x fem!reader | TW: angst, cigarettes.
HOTEL
Elizabeth's venom- James March
summary: The reader get turned by ‘the countess’ and gives her a visit at her new home in the hotel | James March x fem!reader | TW: blood drinking, implied sex
White and black pawn- James March
summary: it’s 1925 and the reader encounters the owner of the in-construction Hotel Cortez. | James March x fem!reader | TW: sex
Out of a crime scene- Sally Mckenna.
summary: After the reader is murdered by the Hotel Cortez owner, she seeks freedom through a trapped soul. | Sally Mckenna x fem!reader | TW: angst, implied sex.
CULT
To kill a rotten girl- Kai Anderson
summary: Kai suspects that there is a mole in the cult | kai anderson x fem!reader | TW: toxic relationship, manipulation, death
A love so heavy- Kai Anderson
summary: the reader is too far into kais manipulation | kai anderson x fem!reader | TW: sex (?, toxic relationship.
Cult leader- Kai Anderson
summary: The reader shares a night with the cult leader | kai anderson x fem!reader | TW: sex, Kai, manipulation | inspired by the unrealeased song ‘cult leader’ by lana del rey
The night is long anyway- Kai Anderson
summary: after sex with Kai | kai anderson x fem!reader | TW: sex, smoking, Kai.
Over and over again - Kai Anderson
Summary: the reader encounters a friend they used to know very well | kai anderson x fem!reader | TW: sex
He sees everything- Winter Anderson
summary: Winter discovers the feeling of the reader towards her | winter anderson x fem!reader | TW: kai being manipulative and not letting the reader and Winter be happy together likeee fan behavior ;/
DOUBLE FEATURE
Only if you sing it- Austin Sommers
summary: the reader takes the venom that runs through Austins blood | austin sommers x gen!neutral reader | TW: Alcohol, implied sex
For the muse- Harry Gardner & Austin Sommers
summary: Harry and Austin can’t but want to be together for several reasons | harry Gardner x austin sommers | TW: Mentions of blood drinking(?, implied sex
#ahs fandom#ahs fanfiction#american horror story#ahs fanfic#ahs#evan peters#evan peters ahs#american horror story fandom#american horror story cult#kai anderson
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Hi again, hope you're having a good day :)
I'm so happy to find someone just as head over heels for Finn as I've been lol I adore your fics so much, I can't go a day without rereading them, you're so talented dear. I adore Red Tide even though I saw a lot of poor reviews for it I'm so glad I didn't let them stop me :D
As for my request, feel free to decline I'll understand completely but here it is: Harry Gardner x Reader (female if that's ok with you) and some domestic fluff. I'm leaving everything else up to your liking and ideas 🥰
Take care <3
I hope you enjoy dear! It's slightly hilarious I've congregated this little harry gardner fandom and i'm glad to provide <3 I hope you don't mind I did it headcanons style, I thought that would be most accurate to your request!
the silent domesticness of yours and harry's relationship is one to aspire for
he loves the quiet moments, the ones that no one else sees, the ones where you're still asleep and he can just stare at you
when he was younger he was a hopeless romantic at heart, being a writer and all
when his writing was more rooted in passion he always thought he would have that fairytale relationship
the ones that grand stories are written about
he found as he grew older, he wanted the ones that are so sweet and bland that they're usually just mentioned in passing in those big stories
the big stories have too much drama
when he was writing you would bring him coffee sometimes and sit beside him, reading your own book or doing your own things
the silence was the best of it. comfortable. not pushing him to pay attention but listening when he was stumped
"I can't figure this out," he murmured. He was staring at the computer screen like it would change for him. You looked up from your book, eyes droopy.
"Figure what out?"
"What the hell I'm trying to say here."
"Read it to me," you said, putting your book down on your chest. He turned to face you and cleared his throat before he started. He had your full attention. This is what marriage was supposed to be.
he tended to a life that was quiet, especially after the two of you moved out into the a small beach town
he could finally live out the silly dreams of being a husband by the town, the one who would get donuts if he woke up early and get decorations for anniversary's
living together was like a perfect little storm
perfect may be a stretch. it was like a storm that you both knew rather well
you would see his clothes on the ground and toss them into the hamper. he would close the toothpaste when you left it unscrewed. you would rearrange the fridge on Saturdays and he would wipe down the bedside tables, throwing away anything left behind.
he loves to cuddle
he loves to have his hands everywhere all the time, if you're making dinner of if you're just sitting beside him
hand on your leg, your arm, your side
even when you're out he likes to hold hands, even after the magic has faded a bit and the normalcy of marriage sits in
he doesn't ever not want to show you off. we're a unit. can you see that we're a unit?
You were falling asleep on the couch after a long day at work. The TV was on but you had stopped paying attention to it, only registering the drum of voices. You heard Harry walk in and you felt the dip in the couch. You opened your eyes a tad to see him leaning over so that he would lay on you.
You scoffed, preparing for him to take your breath away. He let out a groan as he got comfortable, slinging your leg around him, nestling his head into your chest. You wrapped your arms around his back.
"Do you know we have a bed?" he whispered. You giggled halfheartedly, your sleepiness not allowing anything else.
"So far. Too many steps."
you fall asleep there together because you can. Because no one is going to tell you not to.
you fall in love in those moments
when he makes your favorite food or buys something from the store he knows you would like even though you've never tried it. moments like those make everything else worth it <3
#harry gardner x reader#harry gardner x fem!reader#american horror story imagines#american horror story fanfiction#harry gardner imagines
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A Good Story
Harry Gardner x fem!reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: slow burn affair, general creepy vibes ig? Lol, mentions of grief, harry being kinda shity but that’s what you’re here for <3
Author’s Note: I felt like I should've maybe written more for this but I thought the ominous ending was kinda cool!! Lemme know what you think and I hope you enjoy <3
Requested by anon, Hello again, dear. Hope I'm not being a bother. I was the Anon with the Harry request from earlier and I can't thank you enough for taking the time to reply, that means the world to me 💗 The idea I had is for Harry x fem Reader who's an aspiring but struggling director. Their platonic relationship quickly derails into a full-blown affair. Feel free to take complete liberty of the plot and write it I'm any way you'd like. Andsty, fluffy, nsfw etc, anything you feel like, I know I'll love it regardless. Thank you for your kindness and for gracing us Finn lovers with your wonderful works ❤
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
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You had heard about Provincetown. You saw the guide books, the summer town that was only alive when the clouds moved aside to allow for the sun to touch the ground. Any beach town could be interesting in that sense, that it’s beautiful and secluded and inspiring. But that wasn’t what compelled you to come. It was the whispers that bled out from the town. There’s a certain charm in small town secrets that only rotate within the city lines. There’s something else entirely to be said about the small town secrets that reach through the online forums, the cities surrounding them.
You heard about it through a bar you frequented. Frequented might be a strong word. A bar you went to on occasion when writers block hit you hard and you couldn't’ look at another camera. There were secrets about the people there, those who came when it wasn’t sunny any longer, those who stayed and silently sucked up the resources around them.
You arrived in Provincetown a week after Harry Gardner and his family. You moved in right next to him, down the street in a smaller house. You were keenly aware you had gotten it for a killer deal. Something was wrong with this town and it might just be the inspiration you needed to really push past being an ‘aspiring’ director and being a ‘successful’ one.
“Lots of newbies,” Austin Sommers announced. He leaned back in his chair at the Muse, a local bar. You were trying to get your feet on the ground still by searching for a place to work while you figured things out. You figured trying the bar first would be helpful.
You heard Austin speak but didn’t know the words were directed at you. You gazed at the menu, reading off the special board. The lack of routine in your days was throwing you off. Even if there was no job here, you needed a drink.
“I said,'' Austin tried again, “lots of newbies.” He walked up to the bar stool and sat down beside where you were standing. You turned to him, realizing that he had been speaking to you.
“What do you mean?”
“Well you’re new. I’ve never seen you here before. Just a week ago a new family moved in. This is gonna become a real stellar town if we keep bringing in the riff raff.” His voice was surprisingly not judgemental. You pursed your lips, deciding to ignore him. You looked to the bartender who gave you a gentle smile.
“Hi! Are you guys hiring?”
“Oh not another bartender,” Austin murmured. “You’re not here to write?” The bartender gave Austin a narrow look.
“Not right now. But I know there’s a place down the road that is. I can give you the address if you want?” He was cleaning glasses, waning past the long nights when little people came in.
“That would be great actually.”
“It’s a little bookstore. It’s not very busy but the owner's wife just passed away or something and they need someone to clean the shop when he can’t.”
“That’s awful.”
“Well his loss is your gain,” the bartender murmured. He turned around to grab a piece of paper. Austin leaned against the counter.
“Pretty brutal huh?” You finally turned to look at him. The haircut didn’t suit him but you liked his striped shirt and long necklace.
“Can I help you with something?”
“I’m just giving you a warning sweetheart. From one person to another, this is not the town you wanna stay in.” You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to read if he was joking or not.
“The brochures say it really lightens up in the summer.”
“It’s not the summer isn’t it?”
He unnerved you with his ominous warnings so you turned back to the bartender. He handed you a piece of paper.
“Where are you staying?” the man asked. Austin leaned in intently but you didn’t feel comfortable giving your address and street to either men.
“Around,” you promised.
“You should meet up with the family that just moved in. Maybe you could help each other.”
“Are you by yourself?” Austin pursued. You gave him a narrow look.
“Who’s the family?”
“Gardner’s. On the water, in the south part of town.” You nodded. You had no intention of seeking them out but wanted to leave this conversation.
“Thank you for the place.” The bartender nodded. Austin looked disappointed but you didn’t feel too bad. You backed away and then walked out, sad you hadn’t gotten your drink.
-
You ended up going to the bookshop and the man didn’t even require a resume. He mumbled something about opiate addicts taking away all of the good workers in this town and he needed new blood anyway. You guessed he was still mourning his wife but he didn’t mention her.
And that is where you met Harry Gardner for the first time.
You were busy rearranging some shelves that had been well used when he came in. The bartender wasn’t lying when he said the place wasn’t busy. You were lucky to have twenty customers your entire shift. But it paid the bills while you worked up some inspiration.
You heard the bell ring and the door swing open with a gust of wind. You stood up, putting on a smile to greet whoever it was. You peeked around a shelf and saw his curious gaze. You walked around it, carrying a stack of books in your arms.
“Good morning!” you said with a smile. “How can I help you?”
He met your eyes softly. He was unmistakably handsome with hair falling over his face in strands.
“Hi! I was just coming to browse,” he said. You nodded.
“Well I’ll be around if you need anything.”
He turned into a small section. You turned back to your shelf and started to put the books back. You had gentle music playing on the speaker by the counter. You returned to it in case he needed anything. He came out from between some stacks, already holding something.
“Do you like it here?” he questioned. “The job, I mean.” It was sudden but you shrugged.
“I just moved here last week,” you admitted. “But so far so good.” His eyes lit up. He had been looking at the books before but now you had his full attention.
“Me too. Well, two weeks ago,” he said. You raised an eyebrow.
“You wouldn't’ happen to be a Gardner would you?” He eyed you suspiciously.
“How do you know that?”
“Word travels fast. Some guy at the Muse mentioned your family.” He nodded slowly.
“That tracks.” You shrugged. He approached the counter. He set down an old used copy of a book you had never heard of. “My names Harry.”
“Y/N,” you offered. “How are you liking the surprisingly dreary town of Province?” He smiled slyly.
“So far not great. Have you run into any of the addicts yet?”
“I’ve not ran into any, no.”
“I recommend not.” He looked tired. “My wife and daughter ran into one when they were on a walk the first day we were here.”
“Not good?”
“No, no it wasn’t.” You nodded, shivering. Drug addiction was no joke. It was a disease but it was dangerous. It was hard not to be scared sometimes. “What are you doing out here?”
“I am a director. Aspiring. I was hoping for some inspiration. So far I’ve found a lot of cold beaches and weird people.” He chuckled knowingly.
“I’m actually a writer myself. I’m trying to get out the pilot episode of a script, that's why we came out here.” You raised an eyebrow.
“Intrigue. What kind of things do you write about Harry Gardner?”
“All kinds of things,” he promised. “Whatever I feel like.”
“A true writer.” You smiled gently. He met it with the same generosity. He wasn’t sure if it was because of certain circumstances but he liked you regardless. “What are you reading?”
“I don’t know yet. Cover looked nice and I need to read something.”
“You didn’t bring any books?”
“My wife doesn’t really like clutter,” he admitted. Your eyes went wide.
“Brave of her.” You rung up the book. “$9.55 for you today.” He handed you his card. He tried not to think of what Doris would say to him, spending money on something they didn’t really need, especially with money being tight. He’d like to think he’s worked hard enough for a small treat and a nice conversation. “Want your receipt?”
“No, that's okay.”
“Well it was nice to meet you Harry.” He grabbed his book.
“It was nice to meet you too.”
He was smiling as he left. You were left wondering how much he liked his wife.
-
There was not enough to do in Provincetown. You could go to the bar filled with weirdos. You could take a walk and run into someone who looked like they were from Nosferatu. Or you could daydream about the guy who you saw walking down the street sometimes and wonder how he was doing.
Harry came back only once after that and it was a normal interaction. You were fine with it being just that. Normal. You would admire him and his family from afar, wondering what it looked like inside of his house. You had no actual intentions of ‘seducing him’ or whatever the shitty mom dramas were doing. You let yourself feel feelings but also didn’t actively seek them out.
That was until he came back a third time and asked you to get lunch. He explained that he wanted to pick your brain about the ideas you had and you were all too happy to take your break. He took you to a small diner nearby on the small strip of businesses.
You sat by the window, watching as a couple of cars drove by.
“So you came from New York?” you questioned. He nodded. “What’s that like?”
“About as you expect,” he admitted.
“Broadway every Sunday? Seeing the Statue of Liberty from your window? Eating hot dogs for breakfast?”
“Okay maybe not that,” he said, laughing. You laughed with him.
“Alright then give me something Harry. I only have such a long break.”
“I’ve never been to Broadway,” he started. “There are so many people. It’s kind of shocking walking around here and being alone.”
“It’s eerie.”
“It is.” He shrugged. He was leaning forward, his hands wrapped around his cup. “This whole town is eerie.” You nodded. You glanced out the window. It was a cloudy day. You were getting used to them.
“It feels so…hidden. Like it’s gonna eat itself whole.” You shook your head. “How’s your family adjusting?” He glanced down and then back up again.
“Not great.”
“No?”
“Doris…Doris doesn’t like it here,” he admitted. “But it’s helping my writing so much.”
“What does Doris do?”
“Interior design.”
“Is she good at it?” He gave you a dumb look.
“She’s my wife.”
“That’s not what I asked.” He didn’t answer, which was an answer. You nodded slowly, thinking about all the interior design places she could do here. There weren't a lot that came to mind. “How’s the kid?”
“Alma is…she’s a lot.” He shook his head. “You should probably be getting back.” You nodded. You should probably get back.”
“I haven’t finished my fries,” you complained. “Couple more minutes. Sorry I brought them up.” He shook his head.
“It’s okay. It just kind of feels like another life.”
You hummed in agreement as you ate a fry.
“You need to get out more Harry Garnder.” He chuckled.
“Alright alright.” You leaned back in your chair. “Do you write?”
“Sometimes but mostly I just visualize,” you admitted. “But I need to start somewhere.” He nodded.
“I guess I do the opposite.”
“Don’t you visualize to write?”
“I guess so. I guess you’re right.” He smiled.
“You got anything I could read?”
“I don’t think you’d like them,” he admitted. You raised an eyebrow.
“How do you know what I’d like?” you accused. His smile remained but there was a sly tug at his lips.
“I don’t. You’re right.”
“Lesson number one. I’m always right.”
-
You and Harry frequented the small diner a couple of times in the following weeks. The meet ups became less courtesy and more nefarious in nature. You already had the vibe from him that he had ill intentions and you had never turned him down. It was just nice to talk to him. He never did anything. He showed no physical inclination of anything, never crossing the imaginary boundaries. But the topics got deeper and more nuanced. Conversations about life, writing, themes. Questions about things he hadn't talked about in years. Things that you promised yourself you would keep close to your chest.
Until that one winter night. You usually get lunch during your breaks but slowly the times had gotten later. It was nothing said out loud. It was all habit at that point, never questioning the ordeal until it was over. What were you to him? What was he to you?
It was cold, as it often was. He was wearing a thick black jacket, his cheeks a rosy red. You were also bundled up in your typical choice of coverings. You sat across from him, the air in the diner fluid with the weather outside.
It was dinner time. He should be with his family, you thought and then disregarded it.
“Where does Doris think you are?” you asked after ordering. You were both still wearing copious amounts of layers to combat the freezing temperatures.
“The bar,” he explained. “I’ll probably go there afterwards,” he admitted. You pursed your lips.
“Frequent the Muse?”
“I try not to, unless it makes an alibi.”
“That sounds like you’re planning my murder Harry,” you joked. He smiled slyly. He had a cup of coffee in his hands he wasn’t drinking. You wondered if it was more of a hand warmer.
“Trust me, you’re the only thing keeping me sane right now.”
Admissions like that confused you. His actions never seemed to follow through with his words.
“What, you haven’t made more friends here yet?”
“I don’t have time.”
“You could always cancel one of our lunches.”
“No,” he said, far too quickly.
“I won’t be offended Har.” He shook his head. His eyes were stagnant down at the steaming cup.
“I like seeing you.” He said that like it was an illicit affair. You shook your head.
“I like seeing you too. You need to branch out.”
“You’re not my mother,” he quipped but it felt more defeated. “I’m sorry.” He shivered as the door opened. The bell rang, indicating a customer, and in with them came the cold. “It’s freezing. You aren’t wearing enough layers.”
‘You’re wearing just one,” you told him.
“Alright, the usuals…” Your waitress interrupted the train of thought and put down your food. The warmth of it was nice. It was odd to you that you had a usual. You were a small town girl now, even if you didn’t believe it yourself.
“Thank you so much.”
“Thank you.”
You and Harry’s voices overlapped in gratitude as you looked down at your plate. The sun was setting.
“She doesn’t mind you don’t stay for dinner?” you asked because you didn’t know what else to do but push.
“No,” he admitted. He didn’t talk about her much. He talked about his sixth grade trauma but never the wife and child. Was it guilt? Disinterested? Or just general indifference? “Can you sit over here? Maybe we could share some warmth.” You didn’t make a face or anything. You got up and sat on his side.
You brought your plate over and took a bite, like everything was normal. The sides of your bodies were flush. You had touched him before but not so much at once. He glanced at you.
“Thank you,” he breathed.
“Anytime,” you promised. You swallowed your bite and looked up at him. Your eyes were so close. You could practically see his train of thought. The small diner, the married man, the same booth.
“This is quite cliche isn’t it?” he questioned. He leaned against the wall but he was still touching you.
“Yes, yes it is.” You moved your food around. “But I think cliches are used for a reason. They’re such a generalized feeling but have lost their meaning. Isn’t that sad?”
“It is.”
Kiss me, you thought. There would never be another time like this one. He wanted to do it and he couldn’t hold back much longer, you knew it. You looked at him through your lashes, begging him silently.
When he did kiss you, you wondered if he had read your mind. That’s how well he seemed to know you. The kiss was gentle and unassuming. No one would guess the emotions lying within. You grabbed his hand, holding it. This didn’t even feel like public. This felt like your own personal world, like the one you could have had before everything was so different. Before things were so wrong.
When he pulled away he had no sense of regret over his eyes. You accepted it, the guilt, to come quickly. It was like he had temporary amnesia for the whole life he led. To the reason he was here.
“This would make a good story,” he whispered, laughing gently. You rolled your eyes at the break of the moment.
“Yes. It would.”
#harry gardner x reader#harry gardner imagines#harry gardner x fem!reader#american horror story imagines#american horror story fanfiction
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Hi sweetie, me again! <3
Don't worry about it, darling. Take as long as you need, I don't mind. If you don't like the request feel free to ignore it/decline it.
Of course, it's Harry again (i'm so sorry)
After being unable to reach Y/N via calls and texts, Harry gets a call from a tipsy Austin who boastfully informs him she's with him which both riles up and scares Harry. He feels horrible about feeling a bitter sense of jealousy when he should be - and is mainly worried.
So he rushes over. After being relieved that she's ok, you can take it away with your own idea.
Sorry this is so long, dear. Once again, feel free to ignore it.
Have a wonderful day/night and take care, darling
~ XOXO, Addie
hey dear! i hope you don't mind me doing headcanons for this one. you're literally so sweet and i love doing things for you! thank you for your kindness and i hope you enjoy <3
Harry tried really hard to not be invasive. Honestly, it was easier for him because he was usually so focused on himself or his writing. So a relationship with him uses a lot of separate time.
That also meant that when he called you though, he expected you to answer. You were apart enough, he wanted you to answer.
It was rare that you didn't and you usually sent a text immediately about how busy you were or something. There was typically no toxicity in the moment, just concern
but SOMETIMES
The dial tone rang and rang, coming up with your voice mail. He was starting to get antsy, getting up and walking around the house
He didn't want to be overbearing
The natural instinct of jealousy = bad took over him. He watched his phone, tossing it on the couch, jumping at it everytime he got a notification
Then he got a phone call from you, finally
Harry jumped at the chance to answer it, not even pretending he wasn't waiting for it. He put the phone to his ear.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"She's fine!" Harry recognized the voice. He knew Austin's tone, the chaos in his voice. It made him immediately stressed, the fear painted all over his face. What were you doing with Austin? Where were you? Were you there voluntarily?
"Austin?"
"This is he. What, your wife can't have other friends!" He could hear the alcohol dripping from his voice. Was he at the bar? Harry snatched his keys, almost forgetting shoes. He could hear music in the background but nothing that was similar to your voice. "Oh Harry, don't be annoying. We're just having a little fun!"
Harry hung up the phone and got in the car. He drove as fast as he could manage (which was fast in the small town. little cars, little traffic)
When he got to the bar he couldn't see your car but he saw you the second he walked in. You were sitting on a table, not in a chair. Austin was standing in front of you, making large hands about some story.
You caught Harry's eyes as he walked over. There was anger in his face but it was masked by the jealousy. You had a few drinks, unintentionally. You had stopped in for something completely rational, the actual thing lost on you now. You had run into Austin, who fed you some lie about him needing to talk to you about Harry.
Stress dripped from him as he approached.
"Where have you been?!" His voice was higher than he intended. Louder.
"Chill out," Austin said. His words were slurring. Was he high too? Harry couldn't exactly figure it out.
"Harry, I'm fine," you promised. You slid off the table. "I'm fine." He grabbed your arm, just a bit to tightly.
"Let's go," he said, voice low.
"Harry, chill."
"Let's go."
He was silent the whole way home, even if you weren't. You apologized, you sobered up, you complained, you let him have it. Harry didn't answer until he had parked at home and locked the doors.
"Harry?" you whispered. He had left the conversation mostly unanswered.
"How could you do that? Knowing how dangerous he is?"
"I didn't mean to," you said, honestly. "I was there for something else. God, I don't even remember what it was now." You shook your head, watching his stoic face. "He asked me for a drink, said he had to tell me something about you."
"And what? You got carried away?"
"Yes! And, I'm a grown person Harry. I don't need you as my guard dog." He was silent. You feared he was still angry. His jaw was set, eyes forward.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I think I overreacted." He glanced at you. He waited for you to say something. When you didn't, he kept going. "I just got scared when you didn't answer and then...Austin is bad. It scared me," he repeated. Your face softened.
"I'm sorry babe."
"I am too."
when the you went back inside, you suggested dinner. He helped you cook.
he ate the food you were cooking
you teased him about being jealous when you had completely sobered up
he said he wasn't jealous. he also then ate a huge bite of food right afterwards so he couldn't answer any more questions
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Babysitter
Harry Gardner x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: infidelity, cheating which is a HUGE no no but for the purposes of the fic I made Harry and Doris more strained and Doris isn’t pregnant
Author’s Note: I have a hard time with cheating but I couldn’t not do babysitter and Harry lol. I hope you enjoy!
Requested: by anon, omgggg that harry fic was so good and just what i had hoped for!! thank you sm!!! ☺️😫😫 also as you asked i am now here to also request harry x babysitter!reader ☺️☺️
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
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In your defense, you were in between jobs. You had just gotten out of college and you had quit your day job as you got more and more interviews for your desired field. But it was taking longer than you had anticipated and you didn’t really have time to find a job that was going to be a long term thing so you did the first thing you thought of.
Babysitting.
It was easy, you could just pick up one family and you could drop them again when you got a full time job. Hopefully it wouldn’t take that long.
You put out a few feelers and got a call from Doris Gardner, asking if you would come and meet her and her family. You were happy someone called and on the phone Doris sounded like a decent lady. Not crazy like some of the people in this town.
You stood in front of the house. You weren’t sure who had lived there before they moved in but the house was nice and rustic. Fit into the town nice. The door opened and you put a smile on your face before you even saw who it was.
“Oh hello! You must be the babysitter. Y/N right?” a man asked you kindly. You were a bit struck by his beauty for a moment. You had seen pretty people in your life but no one like him, not in this town. You cleared your throat and nodded.
“Hi! Yes, Doris called me to come and meet her?”
“I’m the dad, Harry. Come on in, Doris will be here in a second.” You nodded and walked past him into the house. The indoor was a little rough. There were random colored tiles around the counters, carpet pieces, and some floral prints. Clearly someone was trying to redecorate. Trying and slightly failing but hey, maybe it just wasn’t your taste.
“So how many kids do you have?” you asked.
“Just the one. Alma. She’s nine.” You nodded once and turned around to look at him.
“That makes my job easy. If I get the job,” you said, laughing gently. “What do you do?”
“I’m a writer. Screenplays,” he explained. Your eyes went wide.
“That’s really awesome! I love movies. Anything I would have seen?” He put his hands in his front pants pockets.
“Probably not. I’ve done a few pilots but nothing’s stuck quite yet. That’s why we’re out here, I’m hoping to find some inspiration,” he explained. You smiled gently and looked out the back window. There was a nice view of the water. He got lucky.
“Well I hope you find some sort of inspiration. It’s quiet out here but we get tons of writers. I think it’s the charm and the interesting cast of characters,” you admitted. He smiled a bit.
“How interesting?” You shrugged.
“I just got back from college so it’s been a minute since I lived here for very long. But we’ve got the crackheads which aren’t as two dimensional as people think. The famous writers who come down. Rich people who hole up here and refuse to go to the grocery stores. Regular people like me, just trying to get by. Everyone’s got a story Harry Gardner, you just gotta dig in,” you explained.
Harry liked you immediately. You had a descriptive mind and a mysterious aura. You were alluring.
“Harry, is that the babysitter?” you heard a female voice from upstairs. She came down quickly, turning around the stairs to look at you. You gave her a kind smile and she gave you one back as she approached you.
“Yeah, this is Y/N. We were just talking about the town.”
“I’m born and raised, I was just trying to give him some writing inspiration,” you explained as you shook her hand. She let out a sigh of relief.
“He could use it. I just wanted to talk to you in person about Alma and make sure you weren’t a crackhead,” she said, laughing a bit nervously.
“I can assure you, I’m not. I have references, granted it’s been a couple years since I babysat. I’ve done other jobs since then though.” You handed Doris the paper you had printed out and she took it easily, looking it over.
“Perfect. You know, I don’t really think I need to look over these much. Harry and I want to go out soon and you seem like a nice woman. Would you like to meet Alma?”
“Sure!”
“Alma!” Doris called. You waited in silence for a moment as a child came pouncing down the stairs. You smiled gently at her, though her resting face seemed quite intimidating. “Alma, this is the babysitter, Y/N.”
“I’m not a baby. I can take care of myself.”
“You’re right,” you said. “Think of me as someone who’s here in case of emergencies and to make you food. Like a maid.”
“Oh don’t give her ideas,” Harry said, laughing.
Alma looked you over and crossed her arms. You all waited in uncomfortable silence for a moment.
“Do you like the violin?”
“I’ve never played but I love the sound. It’s beautiful.” She nodded once.
“I can deal with her.” Doris rolled her eyes.
“Be nice Alma. I’m sorry, she’s forward.” You shook your head.
“It’s alright. I like forward people. Keeps me from guessing.” Harry gave you a lingering look. Suddenly he wanted to write something.
===
“I really think you should wear that one. It compliments your eyes,” your friend said, pointing to the other outfit you had out. You scoffed.
“It’s just a stupiud club, it doesn’t matter this much,” you tried to remind yourself. You were about to say something else when your phone rang. You and your friend looked over at your buzzing phone as you picked it up.
“Who is it?”
“Harry Gardner,” you said before picking up. Your friend raised her eyebrows, giving you a suggestive look. You waved her off, putting the phone to your ear. “Hey Harry, what’s up?”
“I’m sorry to call you so unexpected but do you think you could come over tonight?”
“Sure. Are you and Doris going out?” He was silent for a second.
“Just come over.”
“Okay. I’ll see you soon.” You hung the phone up. “Looks like I’m babysitting tonight, oh darn.” Your friend rolled her eyes.
“You’ve been babysitting for the dilf next door for a whole month and you haven’t made a move and for what?!” she asked. You put the clothes down on your bed to put away when you got back.
“He’s married.”
“Yeah to a wife that practically resents him and he resents her. Don’t act like that isn’t true, the whole town can see it.” You hit her gently as you passed her.
“Get out of my apartment. Lock up when you leave.”
===
You got to the Gardners in under twenty minutes. You knocked on the door and it opened almost instantly like Harry was waiting for you on the other side.
“Hey Harry. It’s pretty late, where are you guys-”
“Doris is asleep. So is Alma.” You tried to hide the surprise on your face. You stepped inside and the door shut behind you.
“What did you need me here for then?”
“Can you be objective?”
“I can try.” He grabbed your hand and led you into the living room. His laptop was out and opened, the cursor blinking at the bottom of the page. He sat down on the couch and gently moved your hand down so you sat next to him. He handed you the computer. You cleared your throat. “Are you sure-”
“Yes.”
You nodded once and looked down at the laptop. You squinted and scrolled up. You began to read the couple of pages he had there. The writing flowed well. You were instantly impressed with his pose and tone. You weren’t sure what he was writing but it seemed to be a script of some sort about a woman, fresh out of college, falling in love with someone who could never have her.
You began to grow annoyed at how well he hit your emotions.
When you finished you looked up at him.
“Harry…”
“You’re the inspiration. You’re what I needed,” he said.
“This is really good,” you admitted. “The writing is beautiful. You have a gift.”
“Will you say something about the content?” You looked away from him and out at the water in the darkness. You looked back at him.
“I can’t say you’re wrong,” you breathed.
He leaned forward, turned his head and kissed you. You couldn’t ignore how good his lips felt against yours. You put your hand gently on his cheek.
Harry hadn’t been kissed like that in a long time. Like someone truly loved him and wanted to know him, know more about him. You pulled away gently, putting your forehead against his. You pulled away completely.
“You don’t get anything more until this scene is finished.”
He scoffed, leaning back on the couch.
“You’re good. You’re really good.”
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