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Hey guys,
So I NEVER do this and I am honestly quite ashamed I have to. I hate that I have to. I have prayed on it and still nothing has gotten better. So I am trying this route and I truly apologize for it. One thing I am learning is that even when we are naturally humble there are times we must humble ourselves even more.
I've run into some major financial difficulties the last few weeks that look like they will continue for another few weeks. I have a critical bill to pay that is currently backed up in the 500.00 area. However I am in no way asking for that.
If anyone has any ability to spare any money to send ne through cashapp so I can at least pay off some of the threatening amount to restore service.
My goal is 290.00.
I appreciate any and all of you who read this and are able to help. You really have no idea how grateful to you I am.🙏🏽 If you are not able to help please share this.
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Hi so sorry for asking. I've been looking through your blog but haven't found it. Did you write anything to that pumpkin!farmer Steve Rogers x witch!reader yet?
Hey! I never wrote it :( I’m sorry. Life kinda got in the way of my blog but I really want to come back and write. I need to finish the Prisoner!Ari fic but after that I could maybe do a short one about a witch reader and Steve. It’s not fall anymore so maybe I could do something else… sorry to disappoint tho :(
College!Harry x Fairy!Reader (Autumn Themed)
Warnings: None…yet
Summary: Y/N is a fairy. From her home in the clouds, she hears wishes and grants them. Then, she hears after granting hundreds of wishes over the years, she hears the specific wish she's always been waiting for, the one from her soulmate. Harry is an awkward, shy college freshman when his wish is granted with the appearance of his soulmate. Y/N. She's perfect. Out of this world. But for how long will she be able to stay in this world with Harry?
Full Story will be 18+.
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Harry was in the midst of a breakdown. He was failing his classes, on the verge of losing his football scholarship with how many games he’d fumbled. His roommates/teammates were annoyed with him on all fronts. They resented him for his performance and just plain disliked him. He could feel it. Taste their distaste each time he came home, entered the living room, and went to the kitchen. Their conversations would be quiet. They would plan movie nights without him. Go to parties he wasn’t invited to. Harry felt like a loner. So tired of trying to appear altogether. Trying to gain the respect of his roommates, his classmates, his coach. He’d made the mistakes of dozing off in lecture earlier that day and his professor had made sure to make an example out of him. It was mortifying. All those curious, judging eyes turned on him in that huge lecture hall.
So there he sat, on his favorite hill, the one outlooking his small New England hometown. It was Thanksgiving and he was due home hours ago. He’d arrived on time but just couldn’t bring himself to walk through the door. He was ashamed. He was a twenty year old freshman, struggling to make friends. Harry had struggled in school and it had taken him an extra year to complete it. After that, he’d taken a year to buff up his resume, trying to get into a good college. He’d succeeded, even landing a scholarship. Harry had thought things were going to change for him. That it was his turn to start winning. He didn’t want to look his parents in the eye and have to lie to them. That nothing was really all that different. He was flunking out no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get anything right. He had no friends. Nothing good to say. No funny stories or adventures.
He sighed, his stomach sinking at the sight of the sun touching the horizon. He’d stalled as long as he could. The sky was so clear, the moon was visible in the daylight. “I wish I could just have one thing. One thing that’s mine. One thing I’m good at. Or maybe just one person who doesn’t think I’m a complete ass. I’m so tired of being lonely.”
A gust of wind blew the fallen leaves into a spiraling mess, surrounding Harry, whipping against his cheeks. He felt something between the leaves, something strong, like a burst of energy bellowing through him. And then it was over.
Harry breathed heavily, spooked over the weird wind. He stood up and walked over to his truck but not before dusting off his pants and zipping up his jacket.
He got in the car almost mechanically. Seatbelt. Start the car. Put it in drive. He turned in his seat to get a look at the road when he saw it. Noticed her.
A hoarse sound expelled from his throat as he slammed on the breaks. He stared at her. The stranger sitting next to him.
“Hullo…” She said, smiling shyly. Harry regarded her, too shocked to speak. She was breathtaking. Her cheeks round, her lips full. Her hair pulled into an adorable half-pony, messy with spirals framing her face. She was so… bright. Glowing. Literally. Her energy was faintly visible, a baby pink glow that surrounded her form.
She peered up at him, shifting towards him in her seat. “Are you alright? Harry?”
Her eyes were a vibrant color he’d never seen. She wore a gingham pattern dress, it was shimmery with a square neck bodice that led into a flowy skirt. She looked like a dream. His dream girl.
On a subconscious note, Harry knew he was making a fool out of himself. He was eyeing her with his mouth agape. She appeared concerned with the way her brows furrowed.
“I-I What are you doing in my car? How do you know my name?”
She smiled then and the sight made his heart stutter.
“I’m here because you called for me, silly.” She shook her head at him, laughing.
“I-I didn’t call for anyone. Who are you?”
“Oh! Right. They mentioned that I might need to do an introduction. Sorry, I was just so excited to finally be needed.” She sat up on her knees, the slit of her dress revealing more skin than Harry needed to see, especially since he was unexpectedly attracted to a stranger who knew his name and broke into his car.
“I’m Y/N.”
Y/N offered Harry the back of her hand. He eyed it suspiciously. Afraid to touch her, not because he was afraid she’d disappear and his fantasy would end abruptly.
“Y/N… Why are you in my car? Were you trying to steal it? Do you need money?” He spoke slowly, pinching the inside of his wrist repeatedly. He was definitely awake.
Y/N tilted her head, confused. Why would he ask her that? Are all humans so distrusting?
“I’m not a thief. I’m your wish.”
“My wish…” Harry tasted the words in his mouth.
“I’m your wish. You’re my person.” She smiled at him as if he were a four year old that just asked if humans drank air.
“I don’t understand.”
She frowned then, “Well, if you had just kissed my hand when I gave it to you then you would understand.”
“How is kissing your hand going to change the fact that you are a potentially dangerous stranger who broke into my car?”
Y/N blinked at him and simply offered the back of her hand once more.
“This is insane. Get out of my car. Please.” He added the please as an afterthought. Even though this girl was definitely a con artist, he still didn’t want to be rude. How ridiculous is that?
She waited, her hand awkwardly outstretched toward him. Looking into her eyes, he felt a pull. Suddenly, he needed to do whatever she wanted. Anything to make her happy.
Before he realized what he was doing , his mouth kissed her hand. A spark jolted through him, a tingling sensation that traveled to his chest and began to flow through him. His mind raced, landing on a single notion. Y/N.
He pulled back. All logic pointed against it and yet his heart, his soul was screaming at him Y/N Y/N Y/N. She was his… His.
He blinked at her, overwhelmed with these new feelings that urged him to pull her close and embrace her. She grinned at him, noting his awestruck expression.
“You’re my wish…”
She nodded enthusiastically, bouncing with excitement.
“Y/N…I still don't understand but I… know I can trust you. Like I know you. Why?” Harry looked down to see his own skin was emitting a glow similar to Y/N’s. His was pastel green. He should be sacred. Terrified. Instead he felt at peace.
“I’m a star. The daughter of the Sun and the Moon. I’ve been waiting for my person all my life and it's you. You must have looked towards the sky and made a wish because I heard you. We’re soulmates now.”
xx. Daisy
Prisoner!Ari Levinson x Reader
Warnings: None... yet.
Summary: Feudal era. Y/N's father is a lord and he's just imprisoned and infamous killer, Ari Levinson. Ari's been accused of vicious, serial murder, found with damning evidence. To top it off he's arrogant and crude. So why does Y/N keep coming back for more?
Full Story will be 18+.
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She waits until nightfall, when she’s sure there will be no one to wake, no one the wiser of her impropriety. She can't help it. Each night she tells herself, I won’t go. And then after a half hour of restless tossing and turning, she finds herself wrapped in her night cloak, walking down the murky steps to the dungeons of the keep.
The only sound is the soft, pitter patter of the leaks that scatter the cells. The moonlight does little for her sight, only trickling in through the thin, barred openings at the tops of each cell. The lantern she holds illuminates only a few feet ahead of her. She walks down the narrow corridor he’s at the end cell. Her heart beats fast as she approaches him. Just as he comes into sight, his low voice bounces off the cobblestone walls.
“There's my lovely girl. I was really beginning to think you actually meant it last night.”
He laughs. His eyes twinkle, the fire reflecting in his blue eyes. He’s dirty, his hair shoulder length and shaggy, his beard overgrown. He wears tattered garbs, his chest visible through the cuts. His leather trews aren’t any better. Still, he’s the most striking man she’s ever seen. The frequency of her visits do not dull his impact on her. She leans back on the wall opposite his cell. The stool she always sits on remains in what now might as well be her spot.
“You’re a hateful man. I’d be a fool to return.” He raises his voice, mocking her words from the night before. Her fingers dig into her pals with how tight she clenches her fist. Her anger bubbles, the nerves being erased by how easily he can incense her. She glowers at him but he just smirks and stands to grip the bars that separate them. He towers over her but she doesn’t shy from his gaze; his assessing, pressing eyes that she can almost feel run over her.
“Does that make you my fool, lovely?”
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xx. Daisy.
College!Harry x Fairy!Reader (Autumn Themed)
Warnings: None…yet
Summary: Y/N is a fairy. From her home in the clouds, she hears wishes and grants them. Then, she hears after granting hundreds of wishes over the years, she hears the specific wish she's always been waiting for, the one from her soulmate. Harry is an awkward, shy college freshman when his wish is granted with the appearance of his soulmate. Y/N. She's perfect. Out of this world. But for how long will she be able to stay in this world with Harry?
Full Story will be 18+.
Posting teaser for feedback!
Harry was in the midst of a breakdown. He was failing his classes, on the verge of losing his football scholarship with how many games he’d fumbled. His roommates/teammates were annoyed with him on all fronts. They resented him for his performance and just plain disliked him. He could feel it. Taste their distaste each time he came home, entered the living room, and went to the kitchen. Their conversations would be quiet. They would plan movie nights without him. Go to parties he wasn’t invited to. Harry felt like a loner. So tired of trying to appear altogether. Trying to gain the respect of his roommates, his classmates, his coach. He’d made the mistakes of dozing off in lecture earlier that day and his professor had made sure to make an example out of him. It was mortifying. All those curious, judging eyes turned on him in that huge lecture hall.
So there he sat, on his favorite hill, the one outlooking his small New England hometown. It was Thanksgiving and he was due home hours ago. He’d arrived on time but just couldn’t bring himself to walk through the door. He was ashamed. He was a twenty year old freshman, struggling to make friends. Harry had struggled in school and it had taken him an extra year to complete it. After that, he’d taken a year to buff up his resume, trying to get into a good college. He’d succeeded, even landing a scholarship. Harry had thought things were going to change for him. That it was his turn to start winning. He didn’t want to look his parents in the eye and have to lie to them. That nothing was really all that different. He was flunking out no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get anything right. He had no friends. Nothing good to say. No funny stories or adventures.
He sighed, his stomach sinking at the sight of the sun touching the horizon. He’d stalled as long as he could. The sky was so clear, the moon was visible in the daylight. “I wish I could just have one thing. One thing that’s mine. One thing I’m good at. Or maybe just one person who doesn’t think I’m a complete ass. I’m so tired of being lonely.”
A gust of wind blew the fallen leaves into a spiraling mess, surrounding Harry, whipping against his cheeks. He felt something between the leaves, something strong, like a burst of energy bellowing through him. And then it was over.
Harry breathed heavily, spooked over the weird wind. He stood up and walked over to his truck but not before dusting off his pants and zipping up his jacket.
He got in the car almost mechanically. Seatbelt. Start the car. Put it in drive. He turned in his seat to get a look at the road when he saw it. Noticed her.
A hoarse sound expelled from his throat as he slammed on the breaks. He stared at her. The stranger sitting next to him.
“Hullo…” She said, smiling shyly. Harry regarded her, too shocked to speak. She was breathtaking. Her cheeks round, her lips full. Her hair pulled into an adorable half-pony, messy with spirals framing her face. She was so… bright. Glowing. Literally. Her energy was faintly visible, a baby pink glow that surrounded her form.
She peered up at him, shifting towards him in her seat. “Are you alright? Harry?”
Her eyes were a vibrant color he’d never seen. She wore a gingham pattern dress, it was shimmery with a square neck bodice that led into a flowy skirt. She looked like a dream. His dream girl.
On a subconscious note, Harry knew he was making a fool out of himself. He was eyeing her with his mouth agape. She appeared concerned with the way her brows furrowed.
“I-I What are you doing in my car? How do you know my name?”
She smiled then and the sight made his heart stutter.
“I’m here because you called for me, silly.” She shook her head at him, laughing.
“I-I didn’t call for anyone. Who are you?”
“Oh! Right. They mentioned that I might need to do an introduction. Sorry, I was just so excited to finally be needed.” She sat up on her knees, the slit of her dress revealing more skin than Harry needed to see, especially since he was unexpectedly attracted to a stranger who knew his name and broke into his car.
“I’m Y/N.”
Y/N offered Harry the back of her hand. He eyed it suspiciously. Afraid to touch her, not because he was afraid she’d disappear and his fantasy would end abruptly.
“Y/N… Why are you in my car? Were you trying to steal it? Do you need money?” He spoke slowly, pinching the inside of his wrist repeatedly. He was definitely awake.
Y/N tilted her head, confused. Why would he ask her that? Are all humans so distrusting?
“I’m not a thief. I’m your wish.”
“My wish…” Harry tasted the words in his mouth.
“I’m your wish. You’re my person.” She smiled at him as if he were a four year old that just asked if humans drank air.
“I don’t understand.”
She frowned then, “Well, if you had just kissed my hand when I gave it to you then you would understand.”
“How is kissing your hand going to change the fact that you are a potentially dangerous stranger who broke into my car?”
Y/N blinked at him and simply offered the back of her hand once more.
“This is insane. Get out of my car. Please.” He added the please as an afterthought. Even though this girl was definitely a con artist, he still didn’t want to be rude. How ridiculous is that?
She waited, her hand awkwardly outstretched toward him. Looking into her eyes, he felt a pull. Suddenly, he needed to do whatever she wanted. Anything to make her happy.
Before he realized what he was doing , his mouth kissed her hand. A spark jolted through him, a tingling sensation that traveled to his chest and began to flow through him. His mind raced, landing on a single notion. Y/N.
He pulled back. All logic pointed against it and yet his heart, his soul was screaming at him Y/N Y/N Y/N. She was his… His.
He blinked at her, overwhelmed with these new feelings that urged him to pull her close and embrace her. She grinned at him, noting his awestruck expression.
“You’re my wish…”
She nodded enthusiastically, bouncing with excitement.
“Y/N…I still don't understand but I… know I can trust you. Like I know you. Why?” Harry looked down to see his own skin was emitting a glow similar to Y/N’s. His was pastel green. He should be sacred. Terrified. Instead he felt at peace.
“I’m a star. The daughter of the Sun and the Moon. I’ve been waiting for my person all my life and it's you. You must have looked towards the sky and made a wish because I heard you. We’re soulmates now.”
xx. Daisy
Prisoner!Ari Levinson x Reader
Warnings: None... yet.
Summary: Feudal era. Y/N's father is a lord and he's just imprisoned and infamous killer, Ari Levinson. Ari's been accused of vicious, serial murder, found with damning evidence. To top it off he's arrogant and crude. So why does Y/N keep coming back for more?
Full Story will be 18+.
Posting teaser for feedback.
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She waits until nightfall, when she’s sure there will be no one to wake, no one the wiser of her impropriety. She can't help it. Each night she tells herself, I won’t go. And then after a half hour of restless tossing and turning, she finds herself wrapped in her night cloak, walking down the murky steps to the dungeons of the keep.
The only sound is the soft, pitter patter of the leaks that scatter the cells. The moonlight does little for her sight, only trickling in through the thin, barred openings at the tops of each cell. The lantern she holds illuminates only a few feet ahead of her. She walks down the narrow corridor he’s at the end cell. Her heart beats fast as she approaches him. Just as he comes into sight, his low voice bounces off the cobblestone walls.
“There's my lovely girl. I was really beginning to think you actually meant it last night.”
He laughs. His eyes twinkle, the fire reflecting in his blue eyes. He’s dirty, his hair shoulder length and shaggy, his beard overgrown. He wears tattered garbs, his chest visible through the cuts. His leather trews aren’t any better. Still, he’s the most striking man she’s ever seen. The frequency of her visits do not dull his impact on her. She leans back on the wall opposite his cell. The stool she always sits on remains in what now might as well be her spot.
“You’re a hateful man. I’d be a fool to return.” He raises his voice, mocking her words from the night before. Her fingers dig into her palms with how tight she clenches her fists. Her anger bubbles, the nerves being erased by how easily he can incense her. She glowers at him but he just smirks and stands to grip the bars that separate them. He towers over her but she doesn’t shy from his gaze; his assessing, pressing eyes that she can almost feel run over her.
“Does that make you my fool, lovely?”
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xx. Daisy.
I think harry could get cancelled after this music video because of the conditions he put the fish through. I know it’s just a fish but it’s still living and I think that’s just cruel. Even in the promo shot having that poor little guy in such a small backpack sloshing around, I think that was really mean to him. They could’ve let him free after shooting, but I’m sure he still died from the exposure. I just have a really sick feeling and can’t even watch it anymore.
It’s... it’s a CGI fish.....
I will marry a man who loves me and can provide for me abundantly. I will marry a man who inquires about my thoughts, feelings, and ideas regularly and genuinely. I will marry a man who gives me everything I want. I will marry a man who gives me free reign of his finances. I will marry a man who gives me a life where nothing is unattainable. I will marry a man that my family loves. I will marry a man who treats my friends as if they are his friends. I will marry a man who is proud to call himself my husband. I will marry a man with whom I can communicate with clearly and openly. I will marry a man that makes me smile as I’m falling asleep. I will marry a man that makes me want to be the best version of myself. I will marry a man who buys me everything I want because he understands this is what makes me happy.
❤️🔥HARRY STYLES FICS FOR NAUGHTY BITCHES WHO LOVE READING❤️🔥 (aka fic recommendations)
Every single one of the fics/writers listed here have made my life exponentially better. And I would defend them with my life. Welcome to my happy place. They are in no particular order, I stand by all of them equally. Please show these writers all the love they deserve or else 😡 Also! I will be updating this every time I find new favourites + please let me know if you have any recommendations
-SERIES’-
In my feelings - by @harrystylescherry
(Personal review: this series is the series that got me into reading full length fics. Everything about it is absolute perfection. Her writing is unbelievably good. It’s so long and incredibly detailed. I’ve never been more personally attached to two characters in my life. If you want to feel something read this (or really any of her writing). My all time number one fic)
Somebody else - by @harrystylescherry
(Personal review: Again, her writing is top notch. As painful as this story is, every moment in between the pain makes it feel so real. I’m not usually someone who likes reading fics with heavy angst but this one is one that I’ve read time and time again)
Blacking out and breaking hearts - by @dont-call-me-baby-posts
(Personal review: this is one of my newer finds, and it is ongoing. Somehow every chapter feels so complete yet always leaves you wanting more. These characters are very personal to me. I’ve been following it since she posted the first chapter and I’ve been hooked ever since. Beautiful and emotional writing. 10/10)
Dancing with myself - by @givemesomeboobies
(Personal review: I love a good best friends brother trope, and this series does it so well. The smut is great and so is the conflict around all the main characters. I love the readers relationship with Harry and the way they write about mental health. Great great read)
Smooth operator - by @for-fucks-sake-h
(Personal review: What an original concept, I’ve never read anything quite like this and the writer did such a fantastic job at making such a complicated relationship feel so relatable and hot. Very well written smut and dialog)
Jamaica me happy - by @for-fucks-sake-h
(Personal review: I read this one a few months ago and it is the fic that made my fall in love with this writer. Friends-to-lovers is one of my favourite tropes thanks to this series. Honestly can’t say enough good things about the writing. I literally squealed out loud so many times while reading this. No complaints)
To love and be loved - by @watchmegetobsessed
(Personal review: I just finished this about a week ago and i still think about it all the time. This is truly one of the only fics I’ve read that has a single dad Harry that I actually thoroughly enjoyed, it’s not usually my trope of choice but this one is so heartbreakingly good that I couldn’t stop reading it)
Desire - by @watchmegetobsessed
(Personal review: Honestly this series has some of the hottest scenes ever. This writer does sexual tension so well. I adore this concept and was so excited to read it when I first found it, and let me tell you, it doesn’t disappoint whatsoever. All of their writing is very original and creatively impressive)
1923 - by @hrina
(Personal review: Prior to reading this I didn’t think I enjoyed fics that are set in the past but I can not explain how happy I am that I ended up reading this one. Everything about it I am obsessed with. The smut, the love/hate relationships, the wirlwind of emotions, everything. Also one of my favourite dynamics)
The ring - by @hrina
(Personal review: I LOVE a good llh boxer Harry and this series is easily my favourite one. The smut is so hot and the storyline is so effortlessly complete in only three parts)
Daddy issues - by @fkinavocado
(Personal review: Honestly there’s not much I can say about this one, other than oh. My. God!! It’s so perfectly dirty and sweet at the same time. It’s truly reawakened my daddy kink and I’m not mad at it at all. Such a thoughtful storyline and an incredible dynamic between two such emotionally complex characters. I look forward to every update)
Aster - by @moonchildstyles
(Personal review: This is my most recent read and I am so completely in love with these characters. Sometimes I find it hard to imagine Harry as the bad boy prototype but she did such an amazing job making it realistic while including all the things I love about Harry. The character development is unreal)
chiaroscuro - by @moonchildstyles
(Personal review: This is the only vampire!Harry fic that I have read that I liked. Something about the way she writes Harry (in this and all her fics) is so realistic and loveable. Never once did I feel like anything was forced or contrived which is a must for this type of story. Definitely recommend even if you’re not usually into the vampire trope)
-ONE SHOTS-
Oh Anna! - by @stylesloveclub
Roses and Vanilla - by @stylesloveclub
Residue - by @bopbopstyles
Better now - by @bopbopstyles
Behind the bar - by @bopbopstyles
Aubade - by @meetmymouth
Never coming back down - by @for-fucks-sake-h
Hey angel - by @watchmegetobsessed
Kisses - by @hrina
Popsicles and kiwis - by @hrina
The 24-hour bookstore - by @harrystylescherry
Ungodly hour - by @harrystylescherry
Needy - by @harrystylescherry
Pearls - by @moonchildstyles
The boxer - by @moonchildstyles
Stablehand!Harry x Princess!reader - by @angelsanddaisies
I live in the neighbourhood - by @finestoflines
“I am not going to join your band” - by @finestoflines
Quarantine with a view - by @fkinavocado
“You horny fuck” - by @vocalharry
Changes - by @sunflowervolvimp3
NFWMB - by @sunflowervolvimp3
42 hours - by @sunflowervolvimp3
Liberation - by @watchmegetobsessed
Cupid’s chokehold - by @meetmymouth
Doctor’s orders - by @havin-a-wee
~I only did reviews for the series’ and not the one shots simply because there was much more to say considering the length of the fics. I would rate every single one of the fics listed (both series and one shots) 10/10~
chris evans thanksgiving smut fic?
ANDY BARBER X WIFE!READER (THANKSGIVING FIC)
Warnings: Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Sexual content. Choking. Name calling. Bratty behaviour. Rough. Man-handling.
Premise: Y/N baked a pumpkin pie and Andy is too busy to try it.
Word Count: 1.8k
The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg overwhelmed Y/N the moment she opened the oven. In there sat her golden creation. The brown twisted crust surrounding the auburn orange filling. This was her fourth pie this week, all made in practice for the big day. For the first time, Y/N and Andy would be hosting their families for thanksgiving. It may not seem like that much to others but to Y/N, it was her first shot at the life she’d always wanted.
A beautiful home in New England. Owning a bookstore cafe not far from her husband’s law firm. Her parents and her in-laws getting along. Her siblings and nieces mingled with cousins. A home that she made and a dinner she prepared for all of the people she loved. She was grateful this for so much this Thanksgiving and she really wanted everything to be perfect.
“Andy?” Y/N padded into his office, still a mess from all the baking; her hair was tangled on top of her head. Her gingham apron was stained with flour and egg. She knocked on the door once before walking in with a slice of warm pumpkin pie.
There behind the desk sat her lovely, dutiful husband, Andy Barber. He was so focused on whatever he typed in front of him that he barely registered her entry.
“Andy? I think this is a winner. Will you try it for me, honey?” She made her way over to stand before him. He gave her a small smile, without lifting his eyes from the screen or pausing his typing. “Just one second sweetheart.”
She sighed heavily, shifting her weight to jut one hip. Andy had been checked out recently. For the last week, he’d been so busy with work that he only really gave Y/N nods of acknowledgement and quick kisses before bed. Y/N had done virtually all the preparing and cleaning for the Thanksgiving guests all by herself. She wasn’t mad though, she’d much rather handle Thanksgiving and let Andy take the reins for Christmas.
Finally, he stopped typing and looked up at her. His expression immediately softened, taking in her knackered appearance.
“Can I borrow my husband for a moment?”
He gave her a goofy smile that made her melt. “I’m sorry, honey. C’mere.”
He opened up his arms and she made a show of begrudgingly sitting in his lap. He pulled her close, his arm wrapping around her waist while his hands brushed her thigh.
Andy gave her a sweet kiss. “I love the apron, baby. You look so domestic.” She playfully pinched him at that. “Glad you think so. I’ve got one in your size for the holidays.” He trailed kisses down her neck, tickling her and making her giggle and squirm in his hard lap.
“Hmm. You smell so good.” He breathed her in.
She held up the fork with a bit of pie on it. “I think it’s this.” Y/N fed Andy the pie. His mouth closed over the fork. Looking up at her from beneath his lashes, he gave a slow, sensual blink. He moaned, deeply, naughtily, the sound reverberating through his chest and making Y/N tingle all over.
He licked the fork clean, his hot gaze gleaming mischievously. “Delicious, baby.”
They fed each other the rest of the pie, each bite raising the tension between them until Y/N was shifting restlessly in his lap and Andy’s hands had travelled much, much higher. At the last bite, Andy quickly discarded the plate and lifted Y/N so that she straddled him. He pulled her in for a playful kiss. Just pecks on her lips. A small bite here. A little tongue there. She kept trying to deepen the kiss, moving over Andy’s hardness but he would pull back, making sure she knew he would decide how much she would get and when. She groaned in frustration, pulling on his hair and nipping on his lip particularly hard. He chuckled into her mouth, his hands massaging her ass. “Stop. Teasing. Me.” She ground against his lips.
“I’m just trying to savour the taste, honey. Isn’t that what you always tell me to do?” Andy gave her a little more this time. Delving his tongue into her mouth, making her feel his kiss all the way to her toes, fuelling that fire in her tummy and core.
She rolled her hips purposefully and was rewarded with that deep sound again.
Just then, his phone rang.
He pulled away, reaching for it. “Ignore it.” She said against his neck, kissing that spot that made him swear.
Andy groaned but this time from frustration. He put his hands firmly on Y/N’s waist, halting her movements. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I can’t. It’ll just take five minutes. I swear.”
Before Y/N could offer a retort, he’d already answered the call. She huffed, getting off his lap and stalking out of the room. She’d made it all the way to her bedroom when she had an idea.
Andy felt bad, but he had to take this call. He was trying to get the other side to wrap it up when Y/N came back into the room. This time, in only her apron. The sides of her round breast were visible while her nipples were covered, leaving imprints through the thin material.
She walked in slowly, a devious smile made up of her beautiful lips.
“Andy? Do you agree?” The voice came from Andy's managing partner. Andy choked on a breath, coughing. “Yes. Yes. Continue.”
He glared at her now, giving a small shake of his head. Y/N called his bluff, She padded her way over to him and took back her position on his lap. She made her sure her breasts brushed against his face as she got comfortable.
With narrowed eyes, Andy couldn’t help but let his free hand trail up the back of her, feeling her bare ass. Y/N's warm heat was pressed against his own hardness. Andy pulsed beneath her. Instead of kissing him or touching him or even grinding immediately, Y/N decided to catch him off guard and start by playing with his hair.
He replied to the person on the phone with a terse voice. She raised her eyebrows in shock, scolding him, teasing him. She kissed the corners of his lips, playing with him the same way he’d done earlier.
She found that sweet spot again and sucked hard. When his hips instinctively rocked against her, she let out a small moan. His free hand wrapped around her neck, giving just the right amount of pressure. He was still speaking on the phone, but his eyes spoke to her. They warned her, dared her to continue. She pouted, innocently.
She moved her hands to his belt buckle, still blinking at him with wide innocent eyes, even as she got the zipper down. She slipped down to the floor to pull his pants the rest of the way down. He glared but didn't stop her. When he was free, all of him, she bit her lip and looked her fill, acting as if she didn't know what she wanted to do first. Andy wrapped his fingers in her hair and tugged back.
She could tell he was fighting himself. Not wanting to encourage her but also wanting to be in her mouth so fucking bad it hurt.
She brought her mouth down, kissing the tip, tonguing the slit. Andy hid his groan with a cough, his muscular thighs trembling. She played with him for a bit again, kissing and licking, until he tugged her back roughly and leaned down to give a harsh whisper.
“If you don’t suck my fucking cock right now, I will edge you for the rest of the damn week.”
She shuddered, knowing he would make good on the promise. She took him in this time, sucking as much as she could and letting her hand wrap around the rest. She bobbed up and down on his dick, relishing in the tightening of his thighs around her head, the strong hands guiding her up and down. He wasn’t as soft as he usually is. No, she’d pissed him. He pushed his cock down her throat, making her take all of him each time. He fucked her mouth, hard. It stung, making her eyes water each time her nose brushed against the tuff of coarse hair. But he tasted so good, so heady and felt so heavy. She vaguely heard him disconnect the call before letting out a long, deep moan.
All of a sudden her mouth was off of him and she was back in his lap, straddling his glistening length. He kissed her savagely, owning her mouth. Licking and sucking her tongue with an urgency that made her push her hips against him, searching for relief.
He pulled back, his hand gripping her throat. “You wanted my cock that bad, huh? Couldn’t wait ten fucking minutes?”
“I’m sorry, baby.” She cradled his cheek, trying to muster her most adorable pout. His eyes flickered but he shook his head with a mean smile. “No, you’re not. But you will be.”
He grabbed her hips and slammed her down on his cock, making her take his length all at once. Y/N shrieked, the pleasure of the sudden fullness and the pain of his thickness stretching had her shaking already. He gave her no respite, simply fucking her over him, taking his pleasure.
“You’re such a fucking brat, y’know that? Can’t go one week without my attention before you start acting like a slut.” He pumped his hips, reaching a spot deep inside her that made her wail.
He reached down to rub that little nub of nerves, making her feel shredded by the heat filling her. “Come. Now.” He took her mouth again, rubbing furiously. Y/N came apart above him on a swallowed cry. He pulled out to maneuver her over his desk before slamming into her from behind. He moved against her, his balls making obscene noises each time they slapped against her and her wetness.
“Andy. Andy, please. Fuck.”
His hand around her throat kept her head from rattling against the desk. He leaned down to bite her neck. “What? Am I not big enough for you sweet girl?” He lifted one of her legs, propping it up on the desk so that his cock reached impossibly far inside of her. His other hand made its way back to her nub. She screamed, crying as her second orgasm took her over. She felt so full. Too full.
“You’re lucky you’re so fucking tight. Lucky this cunt was made for me, takes me so well.” He gave her a few more thrusts before stilling inside her, spilling his heavy, thick load. Her core bloomed with warmth, the fire beginning to quell.
He watched himself pull out, looking at the mess they’d made leak out of her. He smirked at her whimper.
He sat back in the chair and lifted Y/N to cuddle against his chest. Her face was flushed, sweaty, her lips swollen, and tears stained her cheeks. She looked up at him with a lazy smile. He kissed her forehead lovingly, rubbing her back.
“Did you really like the pie?” Her voice was small, the sentence murmured against his chest.
“I loved it.”
Author's Note
Hey guys. Happy Thanksgiving. Thanks for requesting! I tried to do something different this time. More rough. Less loving. I'm not sure how much I like it. I might be better at romantic steam. Not sure. I'll try another romantic scene soon and see if I like that more. Feel free to tell me what you think too! I love feedback.
Also, for a taglist? Do I keep tagging you on all my work or just the series? Let me know. Thanks.
Lots of love, Daisy. xx.
I’m thinking of writing a prisoner au fic //maybe three parts.
Historical/Feudal
He’s chained up in the prison
She’s the wardens daughter
Enemies to lovers
Her evil sister likes to tease the prisoners before execution
He thinks she’s just like that so he hates her. She’s scared of him but something about him calls to her. BUT! He may be facing execution…
So… Harry or Chris (or Chris Characters)…
Lemme know :) Night!
daisy xx.
chris evans thanksgiving smut fic?
ANDY BARBER X WIFE!READER (THANKSGIVING FIC)
Warnings: Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Sexual content. Choking. Name calling. Bratty behaviour. Rough. Man-handling.
Premise: Y/N baked a pumpkin pie and Andy is too busy to try it.
Word Count: 1.8k
The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg overwhelmed Y/N the moment she opened the oven. In there sat her golden creation. The brown twisted crust surrounding the auburn orange filling. This was her fourth pie this week, all made in practice for the big day. For the first time, Y/N and Andy would be hosting their families for thanksgiving. It may not seem like that much to others but to Y/N, it was her first shot at the life she’d always wanted.
A beautiful home in New England. Owning a bookstore cafe not far from her husband’s law firm. Her parents and her in-laws getting along. Her siblings and nieces mingled with cousins. A home that she made and a dinner she prepared for all of the people she loved. She was grateful this for so much this Thanksgiving and she really wanted everything to be perfect.
“Andy?” Y/N padded into his office, still a mess from all the baking; her hair was tangled on top of her head. Her gingham apron was stained with flour and egg. She knocked on the door once before walking in with a slice of warm pumpkin pie.
There behind the desk sat her lovely, dutiful husband, Andy Barber. He was so focused on whatever he typed in front of him that he barely registered her entry.
“Andy? I think this is a winner. Will you try it for me, honey?” She made her way over to stand before him. He gave her a small smile, without lifting his eyes from the screen or pausing his typing. “Just one second sweetheart.”
She sighed heavily, shifting her weight to jut one hip. Andy had been checked out recently. For the last week, he’d been so busy with work that he only really gave Y/N nods of acknowledgement and quick kisses before bed. Y/N had done virtually all the preparing and cleaning for the Thanksgiving guests all by herself. She wasn’t mad though, she’d much rather handle Thanksgiving and let Andy take the reins for Christmas.
Finally, he stopped typing and looked up at her. His expression immediately softened, taking in her knackered appearance.
“Can I borrow my husband for a moment?”
He gave her a goofy smile that made her melt. “I’m sorry, honey. C’mere.”
He opened up his arms and she made a show of begrudgingly sitting in his lap. He pulled her close, his arm wrapping around her waist while his hands brushed her thigh.
Andy gave her a sweet kiss. “I love the apron, baby. You look so domestic.” She playfully pinched him at that. “Glad you think so. I’ve got one in your size for the holidays.” He trailed kisses down her neck, tickling her and making her giggle and squirm in his hard lap.
“Hmm. You smell so good.” He breathed her in.
She held up the fork with a bit of pie on it. “I think it’s this.” Y/N fed Andy the pie. His mouth closed over the fork. Looking up at her from beneath his lashes, he gave a slow, sensual blink. He moaned, deeply, naughtily, the sound reverberating through his chest and making Y/N tingle all over.
He licked the fork clean, his hot gaze gleaming mischievously. “Delicious, baby.”
They fed each other the rest of the pie, each bite raising the tension between them until Y/N was shifting restlessly in his lap and Andy’s hands had travelled much, much higher. At the last bite, Andy quickly discarded the plate and lifted Y/N so that she straddled him. He pulled her in for a playful kiss. Just pecks on her lips. A small bite here. A little tongue there. She kept trying to deepen the kiss, moving over Andy’s hardness but he would pull back, making sure she knew he would decide how much she would get and when. She groaned in frustration, pulling on his hair and nipping on his lip particularly hard. He chuckled into her mouth, his hands massaging her ass. “Stop. Teasing. Me.” She ground against his lips.
“I’m just trying to savour the taste, honey. Isn’t that what you always tell me to do?” Andy gave her a little more this time. Delving his tongue into her mouth, making her feel his kiss all the way to her toes, fuelling that fire in her tummy and core.
She rolled her hips purposefully and was rewarded with that deep sound again.
Just then, his phone rang.
He pulled away, reaching for it. “Ignore it.” She said against his neck, kissing that spot that made him swear.
Andy groaned but this time from frustration. He put his hands firmly on Y/N’s waist, halting her movements. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I can’t. It’ll just take five minutes. I swear.”
Before Y/N could offer a retort, he’d already answered the call. She huffed, getting off his lap and stalking out of the room. She’d made it all the way to her bedroom when she had an idea.
Andy felt bad, but he had to take this call. He was trying to get the other side to wrap it up when Y/N came back into the room. This time, in only her apron. The sides of her round breast were visible while her nipples were covered, leaving imprints through the thin material.
She walked in slowly, a devious smile made up of her beautiful lips.
“Andy? Do you agree?” The voice came from Andy's managing partner. Andy choked on a breath, coughing. “Yes. Yes. Continue.”
He glared at her now, giving a small shake of his head. Y/N called his bluff, She padded her way over to him and took back her position on his lap. She made her sure her breasts brushed against his face as she got comfortable.
With narrowed eyes, Andy couldn’t help but let his free hand trail up the back of her, feeling her bare ass. Y/N's warm heat was pressed against his own hardness. Andy pulsed beneath her. Instead of kissing him or touching him or even grinding immediately, Y/N decided to catch him off guard and start by playing with his hair.
He replied to the person on the phone with a terse voice. She raised her eyebrows in shock, scolding him, teasing him. She kissed the corners of his lips, playing with him the same way he’d done earlier.
She found that sweet spot again and sucked hard. When his hips instinctively rocked against her, she let out a small moan. His free hand wrapped around her neck, giving just the right amount of pressure. He was still speaking on the phone, but his eyes spoke to her. They warned her, dared her to continue. She pouted, innocently.
She moved her hands to his belt buckle, still blinking at him with wide innocent eyes, even as she got the zipper down. She slipped down to the floor to pull his pants the rest of the way down. He glared but didn't stop her. When he was free, all of him, she bit her lip and looked her fill, acting as if she didn't know what she wanted to do first. Andy wrapped his fingers in her hair and tugged back.
She could tell he was fighting himself. Not wanting to encourage her but also wanting to be in her mouth so fucking bad it hurt.
She brought her mouth down, kissing the tip, tonguing the slit. Andy hid his groan with a cough, his muscular thighs trembling. She played with him for a bit again, kissing and licking, until he tugged her back roughly and leaned down to give a harsh whisper.
“If you don’t suck my fucking cock right now, I will edge you for the rest of the damn week.”
She shuddered, knowing he would make good on the promise. She took him in this time, sucking as much as she could and letting her hand wrap around the rest. She bobbed up and down on his dick, relishing in the tightening of his thighs around her head, the strong hands guiding her up and down. He wasn’t as soft as he usually is. No, she’d pissed him. He pushed his cock down her throat, making her take all of him each time. He fucked her mouth, hard. It stung, making her eyes water each time her nose brushed against the tuff of coarse hair. But he tasted so good, so heady and felt so heavy. She vaguely heard him disconnect the call before letting out a long, deep moan.
All of a sudden her mouth was off of him and she was back in his lap, straddling his glistening length. He kissed her savagely, owning her mouth. Licking and sucking her tongue with an urgency that made her push her hips against him, searching for relief.
He pulled back, his hand gripping her throat. “You wanted my cock that bad, huh? Couldn’t wait ten fucking minutes?”
“I’m sorry, baby.” She cradled his cheek, trying to muster her most adorable pout. His eyes flickered but he shook his head with a mean smile. “No, you’re not. But you will be.”
He grabbed her hips and slammed her down on his cock, making her take his length all at once. Y/N shrieked, the pleasure of the sudden fullness and the pain of his thickness stretching had her shaking already. He gave her no respite, simply fucking her over him, taking his pleasure.
“You’re such a fucking brat, y’know that? Can’t go one week without my attention before you start acting like a slut.” He pumped his hips, reaching a spot deep inside her that made her wail.
He reached down to rub that little nub of nerves, making her feel shredded by the heat filling her. “Come. Now.” He took her mouth again, rubbing furiously. Y/N came apart above him on a swallowed cry. He pulled out to maneuver her over his desk before slamming into her from behind. He moved against her, his balls making obscene noises each time they slapped against her and her wetness.
“Andy. Andy, please. Fuck.”
His hand around her throat kept her head from rattling against the desk. He leaned down to bite her neck. “What? Am I not big enough for you sweet girl?” He lifted one of her legs, propping it up on the desk so that his cock reached impossibly far inside of her. His other hand made its way back to her nub. She screamed, crying as her second orgasm took her over. She felt so full. Too full.
“You’re lucky you’re so fucking tight. Lucky this cunt was made for me, takes me so well.” He gave her a few more thrusts before stilling inside her, spilling his heavy, thick load. Her core bloomed with warmth, the fire beginning to quell.
He watched himself pull out, looking at the mess they’d made leak out of her. He smirked at her whimper.
He sat back in the chair and lifted Y/N to cuddle against his chest. Her face was flushed, sweaty, her lips swollen, and tears stained her cheeks. She looked up at him with a lazy smile. He kissed her forehead lovingly, rubbing her back.
“Did you really like the pie?” Her voice was small, the sentence murmured against his chest.
“I loved it.”
Author's Note
Hey guys. Happy Thanksgiving. Thanks for requesting! I tried to do something different this time. More rough. Less loving. I'm not sure how much I like it. I might be better at romantic steam. Not sure. I'll try another romantic scene soon and see if I like that more. Feel free to tell me what you think too! I love feedback.
Also, for a taglist? Do I keep tagging you on all my work or just the series? Let me know. Thanks.
Lots of love, Daisy. xx.
I’m thinking of writing a prisoner au fic //maybe three parts.
Historical/Feudal
He’s chained up in the prison
She’s the wardens daughter
Enemies to lovers
Her evil sister likes to tease the prisoners before execution
He thinks she’s just like that so he hates her. She’s scared of him but something about him calls to her. BUT! He may be facing execution…
So… Harry or Chris (or Chris Characters)…
Lemme know :) Night!
daisy xx.
