#harry gardner x reader x doris gardner

[lanawinterscigarettes]

can you make a fanfic/headcannons of a poly relationship with Harry and Doris Gardener

Sorry this took so long to get out! I haven't been doing all that well mentally, so I've been procrastinating on my wips and asks a lot lately lol. I went with headcanons because they're easier to write, so I hope that's okay <3

Poly! Harry Gardner x reader x Doris Gardner general relationship headcanons

Warnings: spoilers for double feature, mentions of murder, swearing

To start off, you guys met in Provincetown

I'm going to assume you're a person with artistic ability because why tf else would you be living in a town with Voldemort knockoffs during the winter?

Anyway

You first met Harry at the Muse

You offered to buy him a drink and the two of you just hit it off

When you mentioned you were a fellow artist, he immediately perked up, wanting to know everything about your work

You guys were so caught up chatting with each other, he didn't even notice it was well past nine

Let's just say when he finally got home Doris wasn't too pleased

"Where the hell have you been Harry?!"

He explained that he had been talking to you and lost track of time 

Doris wasn't very happy to find out her husband had been out until the wee hours of the morning fraternizing with another egotistical artist such as himself

He insisted you weren't like that at all and invited you over for lunch the next day so you could meet his family 

Alma latched onto you right away

She could tell you were a fellow artist, and a real one at that unlike her mother

Doris was still a little apprehensive about having you around, but she slowly warmed up to you over time

After a couple weeks of getting to know each other, Harry talked to Doris about the feelings he had started to grow for you, to which she confessed she had feelings for you too

Harry wanted to bring you into the relationship right away, but Doris was still a bit unsure, as she had never been in a poly relationship before and was worried how it might affect Alma

Part of her even felt a little ashamed for almost theoretically splitting up her family by falling for you

Alma ended up overhearing their conversation, to which she butted in with her own opinion, saying how she thought you were great and she didn't think it would be weird to have three parents instead of two little bitch

Both Doris and Harry agreed on talking it over with you first to see how you would react

To say you were shocked was an understatement

You couldn't believe that not one but two very attractive people both had feelings for you

When they asked you to join their relationship, you almost agreed before you saw the look of hesitation on Doris's face

You said you'd love to, but that you wanted to take things slow

And you did, slowly falling into rhythm with their schedules

You'd help take care of Doris whenever she had morning fever and listened to Alma play her violin

After awhile, Harry told you about the black pills, which you promised not to say a word about to Doris

Every now and then you'd even help Harry go out and collect blood for Alma as a bonding activity

Things were going so great, you never expected it to come to an end...

~

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Take The Pill-Austin Sommers x Reader

Summary: The Gardener's have decided to take you with them to Provincetown, you work for them and everything seems like a new start until you're confronted by the same town you wanted to forget, which only brought heartbreak and death to you. (I'll be writing on more characters soon🥰)

"I'll finally get my work done. All I need is some space and we'll head right back home." Harry Gardner carried a crossover bag which had his laptop and admired the old house.

"I don't like it here." Their young daughter said fiddling with her violin which was still in it's case.

Doris smiled at her and assured her everything would be okay. "Don't think too much about it, we'll get used to this place."

I placed a box full of their belongings by the couch and looked around. Most of the houses here seem old and poorly decorated, the whole place is gloomy and cold. But, Provincetown seems to be like this always especially during the winter season.

"Do you want me to take these upstairs to your room?" I asked Doris.

"Yes, please."

Doris smiled and Harry kept checking around the house while Alma has a frown on her face and went over to her room. I lifted the luggage she brought along with Harry's and began to walk upstairs to their room and began to unpack her belongings and placed them in their spot

I started working for them for a while now, since Harry and Doris were constantly busy with work, I started to look after Alma while they were away. The girl wouldn't stop saying how bad she is at violin whenever she would miss a single note.

At first I went to L.A to become an actress or a singer, but I knew I wasn't good enough so I gave those dreams up and focused on doing whatever I could do best.

"Thank you in helping me out, (Y/N)" Doris came walking in with her grown belly.

"Oh, it's nothing. You can't be working hard or you'll harm the baby. Want me to head over to the grocery store?"

Doris smiled and rested her hand on my shoulder. "What would we do without you." She chuckled.

I promised her to be back quickly and took Harry out with me. "You sure you aren't feeling so cold? I could buy you a warmer coat." Harry and I walked side by side.

I chuckled and shook my head. "There's no need for you to spend any more money." I wasn't feeling so cold unlike Harry who had his hands inside his pockets.

"This town looks almost abandoned." Harry joked when we started passing some houses and streets and saw no one. Some of the houses had some glowing red light.

"Haha it really does feel abandoned." I joked but felt uneasy. Like we're being watched...

We both entered the grocery store when we found it and Harry began walking around with the cart. I began grabbing some pasta, sauce and needed meat to make some meatballs. I rounded the corner and saw the cart filled with a box of cereal, juice, and other things he needed.

"How does spaghetti sound for tonight?" I suggest placing the meat down.

"Sounds perfect. We really enjoy your cooking." Harry smiled at me. Harry and I share a sibling like relationship, he was the first nice guy I met when I had nowhere else to go.

"Let's hurry up before Doris calls-" we rounded the corner and stared at a dirty, sick woman with pale messy hair.

"Get the fuck out of here fucker!" She angrily looked at Harry and turned her eyes to see me. I took a step back when she pointed at me.

"What are you doing here?..You fucking bitch! you can bet your sorry ass that you'll get killed this time."

"Alright, Karen! Go scream at a tree of the bay." The stores owner appeared.

Harry and I exchanged looks when Karen continued insulting us and left. "Sorry about her." I followed Harry and didn't hear their conversation. I was deep in my thoughts so I slowly glanced back and saw TB Karen looking at us through the window.

"If there's anything you need feel free to come on over." Mikey smiled at us both and we were out if the store. Harry carried most of the bags and looked at me concerned.

"You okay? Ignore the crude words that woman used. Do you know her?" He asked when he slowed down so I could catch up with him.

"I don't...she must've confused me with someone else." I lied.

Harry nodded his head but didn't ask anymore questions. I felt like we were being watched. I slowed down again and felt someone nearby, I looked back and from afar I could see one of the pale creatures, looking at me. I quickly turned away and began running back to Harry.

********

I felt like I was being constantly watched. "(Y/N)?" I let out a shriek and held onto my chest when I saw that it was just Doris next to me. "You've been jumpy lately, what's the matter?"

"Nothing! I've just been feeling a bit sick."

"Well, make sure it isn't Lyme or we'll have to take care of you." She joked at the last part and turned around so I could look at her.

"What do you think?" She asked like looking at her choice of clothes.

"Beautiful as always. It's been a while since you and Harry gone out for dinner-"

Before I could finish Doris held onto her stomach and ran over to the bathroom and began to throw up. Harry quickly entered the room and went over to her.

"(Y/N), can you check up on Alma?" Doris called out, so I started to go into Alma's room and saw her reading a book next to the nightlight by her bed.

"Hey, kiddo. How are you feeling?" I ask sitting next to her and running my hands down her long hair.

"A bit scared."

I hummed and nodded. Last night she said someone one was outside of her window, I woke and ran over to her room with a bat and almost hit Harry when I thought he was an intruder. I hadn't been able to sleep so I was getting a bit paranoid.

"As long as we're in here, we won't get hurt. Now, what would you like to eat?"

"Mac and cheese."

I giggle and began messing her hair. "Nice choice, I'll be right back with it."

I stood back up and made sure her window was locked up and closed the curtains so she wouldn't feel afraid. I headed back downstairs to the kitchen and began to boil water.

"We're going out." Harry walked past me and started to fill up a glass with water.

"Going out? Where?"

"Doris is feeling sick and can't go the restaurant, I already made reservations, so we're going."

I blushed and began to shake my head. "People will think we're together, no way this was your and Doris's night."

"(Y/N), don't make me pull you out myself." I could hear Doris from upstairs. Harry chuckled at her words and shrugged his shoulders.

"Just make sure to not steal my husband." She continued to joke.

"Don't worry, I'll bring him home safe." I shout back. We both laugh and he began to grab his coat.

"Just give me a few minutes. Alma, is waiting for her dinner." Harry gave me a thumbs up and patiently waited for me.

************

"This place seems nice." Harry lowly said when the people who were on stage continued to sing. I hid my face with my hand and looked away from the stage.

An elegant woman with silver hair continued to sing along with a young guy dressed entirely in black. Thought I hated to admit, their singing was good.

"If you say so, this place is a dump and so are some of its residents." I bitterly said.

The waiter came by and placed two drinks in front of us. "We didn't order any." Harry quickly told him.

"They did, it's on the house."

I glanced over and thanked God that the singing was over. "Let's go over there and thank them." Harry whispered to me when he grabbed his own drink and stood up.

"No." I slumped down on my seat. Harry grabbed my wrist and made me stand up and follow him.

"What's gotten into you lately?"

"I hate strangers!" I lied and tried to run off but couldn't.

"I'm Harry Gardener and this is (Y/N)." Harry smiled and took a seat when the couple offered us to sit.

Harry nervously laughed and pulled me down to sit next to him. The woman smiled. "People might know me as Belle Noir and he is Austin Sommers."

As soon as said that Harry began to fanboy. He's looked up to them both, successful authors who've won many awards.

"Can you believe it, (Y/N). Guess coming here tonight wasn't a terrible idea."

"She's never been a fan of writers." Austin said, his dark eyes not leaving my sight.

"Oh, I like them but there is one I've never liked. I find his writing too repetitive and boring for my tastes." I bitterly said back and we both glare at each other.

"Now now children there's no need to fight." Belle made it sound like she was joking but she really wasn't. I know it.

Harry and them began to talk about things. All I did was stay silent and glare at Austin.

"Maybe you should stop by at my place sometime. (Y/N), knows the way there." Austin smirked.

"Maybe we will. It was nice to meet you both." I groaned and stood up. I quickly walked out of The Muse and waited for Harry who wouldn't stop smiling.

I grew annoyed and slapped his chest. "Quit smiling you look weird."

"How can I? You never mentioned me you knew Austin Sommers?!"

I rolled my eyes and frowned. "Never thought you'd be so interested. Fine want to know the truth? I used to live here a long time ago and that's how I met him. We even dated a while back."

Harry looked at me surprised. "You kinds blew it there, (Y/N). What made you want to leave him?"

We continue to walk side by side down the dark streets. I sigh and remember the many emotions I felt before I left here.

"He pressured me into doing something I didn't want to." I mutter and stared down at the ground while we made it back home.

[dreamypqulson]

— hold me into the new dawn

requested by anon: Would you be able to write something sad/hurt/comfort with Doris Gardner?

summary: after surviving provincetown, you are left with the night terror’s that comes with it, luckily you have doris to bring you back to safety.

pairing: doris gardner x female reader

word count: 1300

a/n: pretend harry isn’t in this gif🥴

It was the trembling bed that woke Doris up. Whimpers echoed against the silent four walls but the sound was loudest beside her. She heard her name being called somewhere between the cries and pleads but she could not pin point the rest.

Her eyes fully adjusted to the darkened room. She leaned up onto her elbows, and to the moonlight seeping through the curtains, it illuminated your distressed body.

Your movements only got stronger, harsher, the longer it went on. Doris’s chest was overwhelmed and riddled with anxiety. When you loudly whimpered out her name once more, your body greatly shook and she decided that she could not leave you like this.

“Y/n!” She said but her voice did not pass a mere whisper. She lightly shook you but to no avail. “Y/n, honey!” Her voice grew louder, the hands shaking your body becoming far more hastier.

The torture had finally ended, but she wasn’t sure that it was from her own doing. You shot up in bed, chest heaving and face beat red from the fight you’ve put up without even being conscious.

Your eyes frantically searched the room, looking for Doris everywhere except for the once place you typically knew she would be. Finally, you looked beside you, emotion crashed over you face when you saw the pure concern on her own.

“D— Doris,” you sobbed, and your face completely crumbled into your hands. She immediately took action, wrapping her arms around your body, so fragile in the moment. “I— I thought you died!”

You fell back into her embrace. Her sweet scent of vanilla filled you up. You could feel Doris’s stomach rise and fall as she took each breath but you just refused to believe that the woman’s pulse was still pulsing and that her lungs were still inflating, deflating, with air. The night terror had been so real that you hardly believe that your girlfriend holding you is truly there.

“It was just a bad dream, sweetie,” she whispered in your ear. The blonde woman brushed her fingers through your hair to calm you, gently untangling the knots that your erratic movements had caused. “I’m here. I’m right here with you. It’s over now.”

Doris softly shushed you, whispering the sweetest of nothings in your ear. It hadn’t been the first time this had occurred, but certainly the most terrifying. Ever since you and Doris had moved back home after Provincetown, you had awful night terrors. What you and Doris had went through and saw had scarred you.

You nuzzled your head into Doris’s neck, attempting to protect yourself from the outside. She let her hands drop to your back, sneaking under your shirt to lightly scratch the skin there. She could feel your rapid breaths from beneath her finger tips. It concerned her. “Breathe, honey. Deep breaths, in and out. You’re safe now.”

You picked up a piece of her long, silky hair, twirling it between your fingers to distract yourself while you follow her instructions.

She pulls you back and cups your cheeks with her cold hands, staring into your eyes with a gentle smile and scrunched nose. It’s nearly impossible to not smile back when she gives you that face, she knows it too. You advert your eyes elsewhere to avoid your own blush.

She places her forehead against yours; it causes you to look back at her. Her skin against yours somewhat grounds you. “Ready? Breathe in four.”

You comply, breathing in for four beats with your girlfriend.

“Hold four.” Doris taps her thumb four times on your cheek to counts along with the seconds.

“And out eight.”

You finally release a long breath. Doris keeps her forehead firmly against yours and you keep your eyes down in shame. You woke her up in the middle of the night for this. You felt horrible.

“Tea and some fresh air?” Doris says, rather than asks. She knows you need to breathe your own air. To have something other than this stuffy room to relax and calm you.

The walk downstairs was all too quick. For the majority of it, you kept your eyes shut and head down on Doris’s chest. You were still shaken up, frightened that the pale men would grab you from her reach.

Doris stops when you walk by the kitchen. "I'm gonna make you some tea, sweetheart. Go head out to the front porch."

You whine and grips Doris’s arm even tighter. You feel like a child but you simply do not want to be alone right now. She sighs but completely understands. “Alright. Come on,”

Doris brings you into the kitchen with her. She turns on the light and the brightness has you both squinting at such a late hour. The house is silent besides the tea pouring into the ceramic mug. Your girlfriend listens to your breathing to make sure you’re steady. You listen to Doris’s breathing to make sure that it was truly just a nightmare and she is, in fact, alive and well.

Doris then, with a steamy mug in one hand and your shaky hand in the other, walks out onto the porch. It's foggy out and there's no cars on the road. It feels like a fever dream that neither of you want to wake up from.

You both sit down on two chairs that are right beside the door. She hands you your tea, although worried that you’ll spill it with shaky hands.

You don’t spill it. You don’t drink it either. You simply stare into the mug as if there was a film playing on it. You stare so intently like it's the most interesting thing.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Doris suddenly asks, and for a moment, the silent streets make her sound so loud. Like the entire world can hear. But it’s only the two of you. It has only ever been the two of you.

Your lip trembles and you refuse to look up. A tear drop falls into your tea instead. You want to place the mug down and lunge herself into Doris, but you can't. You’re stuck.

“I— I don’t know. I’m just so scared, I almost lost you back in that hell town. I don’t want that to ever happen again. Doris, I need you in my life. I— I—,” you begin to uncontrollably sob again, so much that you lose your train of thought.

Doris shushes you and she places your mug down on the small table for you too.

"I'll never leave you," She grabs both of your hands, holding them in hers. "Never. Do you hear me, honey? They’re gone. It’s over. And now i’ll be here for the rest of our life. I promise.”

You finally crumble. Doris catches you and she lightly tugs you onto her on her lap. "All that matters..." She puts your hand onto her own chest. "Is this." She guides your fingers along her beating heart. You subconsciously traces a heart onto the soft flesh.

"And this" Doris taps her own free fingers against

your chest. She can feel your heart finally beating slower, at a less concerning rate than it was just a few minutes ago. "And they're both still beating. They'll still be beating for years and years from now, alright?"

You nodded, and then put your ear against Doris’s chest. You contently listened to the thumping sound. The pattern never once faltering. You would listen to it over and over until it put you to sleep just like a lullaby would for a child.

Doris sat there, awake, holding you protectively incase of another scare. But she was certain that wouldn't happen again, because your subconscious could hear the beating of her heart against your ear. This time, she is real, she is alive, she is here with you.

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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."

[darling-i-read-it]

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

(not my gif)

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.

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“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.”

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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.”

AHS Tag List: @russian-soft-bitch

[choerypetal]

Reunited souls / Harry Gardner x Reader

Summary : The reader and Harry knew each other back in uni before she met her success by also moving into Provincetown. Their reunion takes a little turn and maybe this town isn’t as populated as everyone thinks.

Warning : None

Enjoy 🤍

Harry knew something was wrong with him. Not to mention, ever since coming to Provincetown to escape his own reality in order to proceed his screen writer’s dream and yet there he was sitting right in front of his laptop. Troubled minded by the sound of violon coming from upstairs and he knew that the only way to end this madness was to call out his for daughter’s name.

With such aggression coming from his voice, his daughter became quite aware of her own father’s bothers. However, she knew a little too much how to put words together, thus resulting often for Doris to intervene and without any more fuss dragged her daughter for an afternoon walk.

You noticed the family’s arrival when the previous house owner called. “You’re gonna see they are a lovely family.” She said with much confidence you reassured her and also relieved to finally have another “normal” neighbor without having to stalk to their main’s window in order to keep your safety at peace.

Meeting The Gardner almost became one of the best things you could’ve wished for. The kid just as smart and artistic as her father’s, Doris who you learned coming back from Sommers’s house and both of you clicked.

On a faithful night they have invited you over dinner. Recently the poor innocent family were being stalked or should we put formally had intruders hungrily coming at their fresh flesh. Being a screen writer yourself, Harry’s name came fairly familiar in your head and within a few seconds from being at their house for dinner his eyes wide with excitement.

“You’re, Y/N! No reason your name and voice sounded so familiar. We worked in a few shows prior during our years in university, remember. Mentor Gardner by any chances?” And that is when it clicked, all of the memories from your past glueing itself bits by bits.

Flashing your signature smile at him remembering indeed, letting out a soft chuckle a confused Doris looked at the both of you. “Of course I do. My apologies, just ever since I decided to settled in here things just escalated so quick.”

Harry whom listened to your words in inspiration, as if the one who mastered you for years now was you when you you under his wings. “Mentor Gardner?” Doris interrupted and by the sound of her voice, laughed at the sudden name her husband had and never thought to hear in her life.

“Oh right,” Exchanging a look to Harry nodding comfortably for you to explain how this even came up to giving him the title. “Let’s just say when we were in the same program, he was well known for his screen play and writing. Most of the plays out of the classic known of course, was all from his own mind and words. Even the teachers offered him to be a Mentor for the first grade students and which I came in the picture.”

Now fully understanding it Doris feeling exhausted from her day, the stress from the baby she excused herself kissing her husband’s forehead and leaving you both alone in silence the house now corrupted beneath your feet.

Glancing at your friend’s laptop you noticed a blank page. Noticing where you were looking, Harry let out a sigh. “Having a creative block. And thought that this town was every writer’s place. Or as Sommers says it so well. It’s Muse.”

Wait… did he already… No it couldn’t. It was too early you thought to yourself. Austin would’ve mentioned him about now. Or was it a surprise both Belle and him wanted to keep before the right time?

Just as you were about to say anything let alone protest at the how in the world he knew her friends so soon, he let out of his pocket a pack of plastic with way too familiar pills. Pills you also used yourself.

Eyes widened, noticing your quick reaction he interrupted the now unnoticeable silence you both had completely forgotten. “You know these pills?”

And just with that you imagined yourself as if you were in the place of a victim being questioned for a moral you barely knew to be seen as bad or worse illegal. With a sigh enough to be a respond to Harry he himself let out a dry chuckle which confused you more. “What?”

“I’ve been using them these past weeks. Aren’t they amazing? Austin and Belle told me about you. An elegant lady so innocent on the outside yet a rebel on the inside.” This smirk, a smirk you never thought in your right mind Harry could’ve pull up quick.

The Harry you knew was a good man, not a monster nor a soon to be a vampire. Regret and remorse came rushing through you, if there was one person you didn’t want to fall into the whole of Belle’s was definitely him. But with such unfaithful events he did, Belle knew what she was doing and Austin being a little too protective of your own sake knew it was best to not say a word nor interfere her work.

“You know I already have two offers for a big Plot on Netflix and it’s so exciting. We should co-write something together and by dawn we could be the next thing the world needs.”

Looking at your friend in a completely new perspective nothing but excitement and a fake yet subtle smile came into view as the father now a hungry yet innocent monster that only wanted fame took you into a hug. A hug as he took into your arms and twirled you around and whiting a slip of a second, his lips his lips brushed yours with lust he never felt before.

You knowing it was just a clumsy act of his, let out a chuckle and with much happiness for him congratulated him. “I’m really happy I really, am. You know I still wonder how in the world you know-“

“For another time. For now we have another amazing story to invite and write about, how about I offer you a drink? It’s all on me.”

Cut by surprised all you could now was to nod and just as then he linked his arm with yours. Looking at the man as you both walked out of the house, with either confusion yet awe knowing that not only you and the two women he loved the most and within his new condition had to protect them from his doing.

“I’m sure Belle and Austin would be glad to see us tonight.”

“Oh I am sure they will.”

And until sunrise all four of you did you errands, a lost soul you each were craving for no matter it’s care and sorrow. Just two lost souls running until it’s exasperation.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

American Horror Story masterlist

(I'm no longer taking requests for American Horror Story)

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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