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alittlesil · 7 months

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JPM hearing about your awful ex. How he never made you finish. He’s determined to change that.

i‘m not ashamed of it

James Patrick March x Fem!Reader ♥️

a/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUEST. it was amazing to write about 😭 i love jpm with all my heart and more and more and more

summary: James found out, that your ex never made you finish in bed. he wanted to show you the true pleasure.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, not proofed, oral (f receiving), a lot of kisses and my favorite man ever

(pic from pinterest)

James was always watching you.

It wasn’t bad: you two were married. You two didn’t hide anything from each other, sharing even with deepest secrets you have. He never overstepped the boundaries, he never was too possessive or something like that. He just had to knew that you were always safe.

Still, one day something caught his attention.

You were chatting with Sally. As always. It was fun to talk to her, you could gossip about everything even if you had different worldview. This evening was calm and cozy, and how could you contain yourself from spilling the tea with your friend, sharing a glass of wine while talking about your terrible exes?

“Repeat! Repeat his name!” Sally looked at you with a wide smile, her eyes sparkling with joy.

“Grzegorz.” You answered, and your friend bursted out laughing.

“No wonder he was terrible in bed! No woman could even pronounce his name right, let alone moan it out.” Sally stated, and you both giggled, sipping from your glasses.

James let out a shaky breath.

The time passed, and when it was already a late night, you came back to your and James’ shared room, carefully closing the door behind you. You didn’t want to bother your husband if he was reading before sleep like he always did, but surprisingly, you didn’t find him here. However, when you sat down on the bed to take your heels off, you finally heard the familiar, purring voice.

“Darling! You’re back.” James was standing in the doorframe of the bathroom, looking at you with a slight smirk on his face. he was wearing his shirt unbuttoned, the undershirt peeked underneath it, suspenders were down, a towel over his shoulders. You smiled at him, your heart melted at the such homely sight. “How was your meeting?”

He kneeled in front of you, helping you with your heels, making you almost cry because of your love for this man and his love for you.

“As always, James. Everything was good.” You said, pecking him on the cheek as he stood up. “We’ve talked a lot.”

“Yes?” He murmured, sitting down beside you and immediately wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. His dark eyes sparkled with some slyness. “And what were you talking about?”

“About our past.” You closed your eyes, kissing him on the lips tenderly, earning from him a low groan. “Including past relationships.” You said, before pressing your lips against his again, but acting very carefully: you had a red lipstick and definitely didn’t want it to smear. James squeezed your waist.

“And what were you saying, my Queen?” He whispered, biting your lower lip slightly in between kisses. You started to feel extremely hot, and his hands now rubbing your thighs through your dress didn’t help.

“That everything was terribly.” You breathed out, your cheeks already red. What an effect this man in front of you had on your body and your soul. “I think you don’t want details…“

“Quite the opposite.” James’ hands slipped onto your back, trying to find the zipper of your dark dress.

“He was selfish…” You whispered out, trying to contain yourself from just ripping up your husband’s clothes right now. “…rude, dumb… never thought about me…”

“What about intimacy?” He purred, and then you suddenly slightly pushed him away.

“You heard everything, didn’t you?” It made James smile, and he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“I want you to say it to me.”

“He never made me finish.”

It was everything James needed to hear. In a few seconds all your clothes and underwear were on the floor, and your husband’s hands were roaming around your body.

“Let me show you for the thousandth time”, he growled quietly in your ear, hitting your cold skin with his hot breath, making you shiver as he placed his large hands on your waist, rubbing it slightly and gently. “How the real man should treat his woman.”

You melted under his touch, closing your eyes obediently, and James smirked, admiring your beautiful frame and how he always had you in the palm of his hand. No worries - you had him in the same position.

He placed some delicate, soft kisses down your neck, your skin covered with goosebumps. He stopped near your collarbone and turned your head to face him, your eyes fluttered open. A slight blush covered your cheeks, and your husband cupped the side of your face, immediately having you leaning into his touch.

“Let me leave a mark, my love.” He whispered, his black, piercing eyes seemed even darker from desire. Earning a quick nod from you, he tilted his head slightly and pressed his lips against your soft spot on your neck, making you gasp in pleasure as he sucked on it carefully. You slipped your fingers into his raven curls, smiling and being aware that the next morning there would be a dark red bruise onto your skin - and you absolutely didn’t mind. James pulled away and kissed your lips hungrily, shamelessly finally smudging your poor lipstick. When you two separated, you admired the view: your beautiful, always neat husband was now in front of you with disheveled hair and with the red shape lipstick around his mouth, smearing onto his perfect thin mustache.

“You have my rouge all over your face…” you reached out to wipe it away from his chin, but he stopped your hand, placing a soft kiss on the back of it, leaving a mark from your cosmetics.

“And I’m not ashamed of it, dearest.” He whispered, as his free hand grabbed his towel. “But now, my apologies, I have to wipe it away not to get your whole body covered in it.”

He quickly cleaned his face, throwing the piece of cloth aside after that and immediately peppering your soft skin with his kisses again, moving lower and lower. Your chest went up and down because of your heavy breaths, when James covered your right breast with his mouth, circling his tongue around your already hardened nipple. It earns a moan from you, and to James it sounds better than any jazz vinyls from his best collection. One of his hands trailed down your body, admiring every curve that you had, every mole that you had, every stretch mark that you had - soon he repeated these actions with his lips, kissing every inch of your body which he worshipped, which he loved, which he was obsessed with.

“Fragile. Delicate. Ravishing.” He whispered in between kisses, moving lower until he finally achieved your hips. James separated your legs with one gentle motion, and you held your breath in anticipation. Oh, any other day he would tease you until you scream and cry, but not now. He positioned himself in between your thighs, and you could feel his shaky breath on your intimate area. Your eyes closed by inertia when he collected your wetness with his slender finger as his free hand was stroking your thigh soothingly. You gripped a fistful of the bedsheets underneath you as he leaned in and immediately started to eat you out, savouring every drop that you gave him. His soft lips was pressed tight against your flesh, his skillful tongue made you see stars with its motions around your clit. He closed his eyes, moaning into your pussy and sending vibrations which made you arch your back with desperate moans falling down your lips.

“What a foolish, thoughtless man he was…” James murmurs in between his passionate session with your core. “…not to worship you, not to give you as much as he could and more…”

His tongue slipped inside your entrance and you moaned loudly, leaning your head back in pleasure. Your heart pounded in your chest: after years of endless love with the owner of the Hotel Cortez, you still couldn’t get used to all his passion and skills that he had in bed. You were never allowed to use any toys or to touch yourself - and you didn’t even need it, when you had James. He was always here for you, for your darkest and deepest fantasies, for all of your desires, and you couldn’t ask for more.

He slowly replaced his tongue with his finger, immediately moving it in a painful slow pace, as his lips sucked on your sensitive bud. Your hand slipped into his hair, tugging on it when you forgot how to breath because of his actions, and he chuckled silently, continuing his work. He increased the speed, and you squeezed his head between your thighs when you found yourself on the edge.

“Jimmy, i’m going to cum-“ You warned him, groaning desperately, and he moved his finger even faster, squeezing your soft flesh with his free hand.

“That’s what i’m doing it for.” He purred, his heart couldn’t help but melt when he heard you calling him with this name. Only you could do it.

After a few seconds, you let out a choked moan as you reached your high. From the long growing heating with your husband’s delicate kisses all over your body, with his absolutely master skills, your orgasm was intense. James swallowed every drop of your juices and pulled away, licking his lips and wiping his chin with the back of his hand, as he literally collapsed onto you, pulling you into the passionate and hungry kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, his moustache tickled your face, and you cupped his cheeks. He pulled away with a smug look on his face, and you let out a shaky breath.

“It was vivid.” You whispered, trying to calm down. James snickered, his hand moved down in between your bodies, searching for his belt, as he purred in your ear:

“And it wasn’t all for tonight.”

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a/n: please reblog if you like <3 also live laugh love jpm

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calummss · 6 months

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Tate Langdon 1920s boyfriend headcanon

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a/n: he’s a little more submissive? or like the tiniest amount of ooc but like tbh i think it’s really believable. anyway not proof read!! it’s late at night and i have an exam tomorrow

he would be head over heals for you like literally

y’all remember bugs bunny getting heart eyes over lola??? yeah that’s him

buys you different flowers for every day of the week

his hand is always around your waist

always placing a kiss somewhere on your face even when others thinks it’s too much pda—he doesn’t care

he thinks you look amazing every day but on parties it’s like he falls in love over again

he’s such a puppy so so loyal too you

‘tate, you coming on friday to the bar?’

‘i’ll ask my wife and get back to you.’

they all just stare at him but he‘s looking at you in a crowd with a smile

or him dancing with you when most women aren’t bc they’re boyfriends/hisbands think dancing is overrated…

carrying your gloves and hat aswell as bag!!!

i literally fell to my knees

when you get bored you two find a bathroom and he drags his tongue up your chest looking at you with those big hazel doe eyes,, loving that he pleases you

lights your cigarette!!

holds his hand over your head when you get in and out of the car

the classic 1920s couple run through the rain holding your bag and newspaper over your head as you try to escape the sky

my favourite scenario; sitting on his lap. his hand stroking your thighs as you take a drag from your cigarette letting him inhale from yours as he stares at you, your smoke entangling in the thick air of a jazz club

and finally, surprising him with a flapper dance choreography at your go to club. he cannot take his eyes off you and has men telling him how lucky he is

trust me…after that little dance your dress is gonna end up on the floor as soon as you two are alone

he worships you like a god, taking good care of every part of you making you realise how lucky you are to have him

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rottenimagines · 1 year

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SCARS

Summary: What is the part of you that humiliates you the most?

(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise x.)

‘‘Take off your dress.’’

‘‘ ...what?!’’

‘‘You won’t get a second chance, Y/N.’’

‘‘Please…’’ you beg as a powerful wave of terrible memories arises in your mind, making you feel sick.

(Take off all of your clothes)

‘‘Part of your cooperation includes a physical examination,’’ Mr. Langdon says and you nod in response immediately, too scared to go against him on this.

He stands behind you and unzips the back of your gray dress, slowly. You just close your eyes wishing the earth would swallow you. The dress falls to the floor leaving you just in your underwear.

There are scratches and deep scars all over your back. Mr. Langdon runs his fingers through your injured skin.

‘‘Who?’’ he asks, hoarsely.

‘‘My stepfather.’’

He hesitates for a few seconds before speaking again.

‘‘And... did he get what his deserved?’’

‘‘I set him on fire with the same alcohol he spilled out in his sleep,’’ you spit with pure hatred in your voice.

‘‘Good’’, he says behind you.

.....

...

‘‘... Have I passed the test, Mr. Langdon? C-can I put my dress back on?’’

He stands in front of you with a creepy smirk drawns in his face.

‘‘You’ve been a survivor all your life, why would it be different now?’’

‘‘Thank you.’’

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frankenkyle19 · 9 months

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Self Pleasure

I promise I’m working on my requests, I’m just having a lot of motivation issues so when I even grasp onto an idea, I run with it, because some writing is better than none.

warnings: Masturbation, slight self overstimulation, mentions of blood

word count: 1.1k

Self pleasuring was not something James Patrick March partook in often. If at all. Why should he when he could easily get his pleasure from one of his victims? Well, sometimes he didn’t feel the urge to kill. It didn’t excite him. He had to be in the mood for it. And sometimes he didn’t have the urge to fuck someone either. So that left him with one other choice. Self pleasure.

His hands were rough and scarred. Calloused from the years he’d spent with them wrapped around weapons as he watched blood spill. Nothing like the delicate touch of a lady. But alas, it would have to do.

It was late, and James was laying on his neatly made bed. He never got under the covers because he was a ghost and didn’t rest, so he saw no point in messing up its neatness. His hand made its way down his chest, to his crotch, slowly squeezing his half hard cock that was hidden within the confines of his pants. He sighed softly and titled his head back against the fluffy pillows, the deep cut on his throat making his neck feel tight. He didn’t feel pain the way humans did. More of a muted, empty version of it. So instead of pain, it just felt tense.

His skilled hands quickly popped the button of his neatly tailored black dress pants before pulling them down to his knees. There was no use in taking it all fully off, for he’d have it back on soon enough.

He slid his hand into his underwear, breathing heavily through his nose and causing his nostrils to flare as a deep sigh left his parted lips. He’d been so stressed lately, between the countess and the new souls in his hotel. He barely had a minute to himself, which caused him to be sharper and angrier than usual. He needed time to himself. Time to think without the presence of anyone else.

The blissful pleasure to his cock caused him to move at a bit of a quicker pace. He usually took as long as he pleased, dragging on his pleasure for hours at times. He was not planning on that this time. He needed a release badly. The sooner the better.

James’ Adam's apple bobbed hard as he swallowed the thick saliva gathering in his mouth. He hummed in pleasure as he stroked himself slowly. He was very meticulous with everything he did, and pleasuring himself was no different. He had it down to an exact science for maximum pleasure and minimum effort. A few quick strokes before he’d thumb at the tip, spreading the thick liquid that settled there. A few more strokes, and he’d fondle his balls. Then he’d repeat. He changed it up sometimes for a little variety, but it was always exact movements.

He fondled his balls in his palm, squeezing lightly as he rolled them, his breath picking up as his hand went back to stroke his cock. Of course a warm entrance to bury himself in would be much more enjoyable, but he was perfectly content with his hand at the moment. He knew himself better than anyone, so of course he knew how to pleasure himself better than anyone as well.

Another quick sweep across his cockhead before he went back to stroking at a steady pace as he threw his head back farther, neck straining as a groan left his lips.

“Ahhh” He sighed out in pleasure, his accent heavy and dripping with lust as his hips began to slowly grind into the touch. He didn’t speak much or make loud noises of pleasure when in such an intimate moment, especially not when he was alone.

He felt the pleasure increase, the sweet torment of a release so close making him sigh heavily. A tug of war in his mind between letting himself go and edging himself just a bit.

In the end he decided that he did not want to tease himself tonight, and sped up his thrusts, more so fucking up into the tight ring his hand made than anything else. His eyes were closed tightly as he felt himself on the cusp of pleasure. Just a bit more and he’d release, just a few more strokes-

“Aghhh” He came heavily over his fist, still fucking his hand through the aftershocks until he was too sensitive to continue. So he stopped, but didn’t remove his hand from his length.

He opened his eyes and glanced down at the mess he had made, hot ropes of white covering his stomach as he scrunched his nose up in distaste. What a mess he had made.

His hips bucked up of their own accord, his sensitive cock seeking friction once more. He often did this, overstimulated himself on purpose. The mix of pleasure and pain drove him wild.

He let his palm rub over his cock head, spreading the creamy cum over it like lotion. His hips jerked a bit, cock twitching weakly. It hurt in such a delightful way. He hummed, lips curling upwards into a smile as he relaxed back into the bed, letting his hand fall away. He needed to get clean, but he wasn’t going to do it himself. He had someone else in mind.

“Miss Evers!” He called, sitting up a bit, not bothering to even cover himself. He was not ashamed of his body, and he knew the reaction it got out of the poor woman. She had betrayed him. He wanted her to suffer. To long for what she couldn’t have.

In only a moment the woman appeared, eyes wide as she saw the state in which James was in “Mr. March I-“

“Clean me up.” He snapped, eyes dark and dangerous “and do not say another word, I want to enjoy myself a bit longer”

She swallowed hard before nodding, wetting a towel and carefully cleaning himself off, trying not to stare at his form, but it was hard considering he had told her to clean him up.

James winced and slapped her hand away as the towel brushed roughly against his cock, his lips curling into a snarl “watch yourself miss Evers. You are already tip toeing a fine line with me. Leave. Now.” He said, making a move to pull up his underwear to cover himself, his attitude as nasty as ever once more, his moments of pleasure and peace passed.

“Leave me to my thoughts, you wretched bat.” He waved her off dismissively and she left, leaving James lying on the bed to get dressed and roam the halls of his hotel once more.

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kit-walk3r · 10 months

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could you write smth angsty with james march? please i'd love to see it :)

Thank you for the request! Sorry it has taken a bit longer to get this one out, it’s my first time writing JPM and I was a little nervous 🙈

Dine With Me (James Patrick March x fem!reader)

James March has been trying to get on your good side for three years ever since he killed you. You don’t give in so easily.

Warnings: References to murder via gun

You’d been dead for three years. An overnight stay in the Hotel Cortez had resulted in a bullet in the head and an eternity trapped amongst the dead.

You knew who was responsible for your death. Parts of it you remembered quite clearly, others were a little fuzzy, but you knew the face of the man who took your life, he was rather distinct afterall. Dark eyes, neatly combed black hair, thin moustache. Not easy to forget.

You didn’t really remember the full circumstances of your death. You’d been in a hotel room, with a man. You don’t remember why you were in there or who that man was, but you just remember one moment the two of you were talking, and the next the distinct dark haired man was there, pointing a gun at you and then you woke up, dazed and confused and, most importantly, not alive.

You kept to yourself, mostly. You didn’t want to talk to any of the others, you’d much rather stick to yourself in the room that you died in. Iris, the manager of the hotel, made the room off limits to any other guests after a bit of begging from yourself and the other ghosts had learnt that it was best to not disturb you. It was a lonely existence, yes, but you felt like your life was much better off this way.

There was one ghost who didn’t seem to get the memo about leaving you alone. Well, technically two. James Patrick March and his laundress, Ms Evers. The man who killed you and the woman who helped clean it up. For the first year of your death they couldn’t seem to leave you alone. Ever since you awoke in your undead state you’d often found James hovering, trying to get your attention. In that first year of your afterlife you often found presents left in your room, bouquets of roses or bottles of wine, that sort of thing. You didn’t need a note to know who they were from, and James finally stopped when he realised that all gifts were just going to continue going out the window or in the trash.

Now, two years later and although you still had a visit from James March every couple of months or so, he wasn’t hovering and pestering you every moment like he previously had. You still refused to talk to him though, only ever speaking to him to tell him to leave.

You walked back into your room one day after a stroll down the hall to find James’ redheaded maid pulling the pillowcases off your bed.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, tone harsh.

Ms Evers didn’t even turn around, unphased by the harshness of your voice. “Mr March asked me to launder your sheets.” She continued her work on the bedding.

“My sheets are fine, thank you very much.” You pulled one of the pillowcases roughly out of her grasp and threw it back on the best in a huff.

“Please, Mr March insisted.” Ms Evers tried to continue her job.

You pushed her away lightly from your bed. “Well, I’m insisting that they’re fine the way they are.”

“You can’t expect me to leave you with filthy sheets,” Ms Evers insisted, and you realised that she wasn’t going to be leaving.

You sighed, frustrated. “March!” You shouted loudly.

“You called?” A voice suddenly said from behind you.

You jumped, taken by surprise by his quick appearance. You turned around, and there he was. Dark hair combed back, dressed impeccably in a pinstripe suit and ascot, James Patrick March stood, cane in hand, and an unnerving twinkle in his eye.

“How many times do I have to ask for you and your maid to leave me alone?” You glared.

“I’m merely offering you the marvellous services of Ms Evers, here,” James said. “She truly is the best laundress.”

“I don’t need her services, I need you to get her to leave,” you said, growing more frustrated by James’ insistence.

You turned away from him, and when you heard no response you assumed that he had just simply disappeared, hoped he had disappeared.

“Will you do me the honour of joining me for dinner this evening?” James asked suddenly.

No. He had not disappeared.

You turned back around to see James still stood there, eyebrow arched, waiting for an answer. Your eyes widened slightly at his request. Did he really think you would want to have dinner with him? Afterall he did, you know, murder you, which you had reminded him about multiple times when he would pop by your room and make his presence known. You’d made it clear how much you disliked his presence, what would make him think you’d willingly eat with him?

“Are you serious?” You laughed humourlessly.

“Deadly.”

“And what makes you think I’d want to eat with you?” You asked. “Do you invite all your murder victims to dinner?”

“How about this? Join me for dinner tonight and Ms Evers, nor myself, will never disturb your peace ever again,” James suggested.

You considered it. One night in James’ company in exchange for never having to deal with him and his maid anymore? That did sound like a pretty good deal.

“Okay,” you finally agreed.

James grinned and banged his cane on the floor twice in excitement. “Wonderful!”

“But please do let Ms Evers launder your sheets, darling, your room is hideous.”

- - -

At eight that evening you made your way up to James’ suite. You’d purposely underdressed, wearing a tattered pair of jeans and a t-shirt, to show him just how disinterested in this dinner you were, and that you were only there to get him to leave you alone.

Once you reached his room you knocked twice and waited. Only seconds after you knocked the door swung open, revealing James stood in perfect dinner attire, a huge contrast to the casual, worn clothes you had on.

“Ah, Miss Y/L/N. Please, come.” James greeted, moving aside so that you could enter. You walked in, looking around and taking in the grand yet dark decor. You’d barely been in any other rooms in the Cortez besides your own, and this was very different to the one you resided in.

James pulled out a chair. “Please,” he motioned to it. “Take a seat.”

Your eyes flickered between James’ grinning face and the chair before taking a seat. After you sat down James pushed in your chair, playing the role of the gentleman. You’d have felt flattered, if he wasn’t the one responsible for you being stuck here.

“Absinthe?” James offered, picking up a glass and bottle from the drinks tray that resided next to the grand table. You shook your head and James instead poured you a glass of wine from the bottle next to the absinthe. He placed it down in front of you before pouring himself a glass of absinthe and taking a seat at the other end of the table.

“Thank you for joining me, Y/N,” James paused. “May I call you Y/N?”

You shrugged. This was going to be the last time the two of you interacted, might as well let him call you what he wanted. “Sure, why not.”

James looked pleased with himself. “And may I say, Y/N, you look rather exquisite tonight,” He remarked with charm.

You looked down at the basic clothes you were wearing and back up at James with a humorous look of disbelief. You’d purposely dressed terrible and he was still complimenting you? Ha, funny.

There was a pause after that, an awkward silence. Ms Evers brought out the first course, some sort of soup, and you ate it quietly under James’ inquisitive gaze. You couldn’t deny it, the food was good. You finished the whole bowl.

The silence continued, and it was honestly getting a little boring. You didn’t come along to dinner to engage in full conversation but you thought there would be a little more… flair to this evening. Maybe you missed the back and forth banter you and James would often have with each other whenever he appeared.

“So, do you make all your murder victims your dinner guests?” You asked, breaking the silence finally.

James sighed dramatically. “How many times do I have to say, it was an accident.”

“How do you, of all people, kill someone by accident?” You scoffed.

“I was aiming for the great buffoon next to you, you just happened to get in my way,” James explained, as if that made it any better.

“You expect me to believe that the great James Patrick March doesn’t know how to aim a gun?” You arched an eyebrow in disbelief. As if James, probably history’s greatest serial killer, could not be able to kill the ‘right’ person in such close distance.

“We all have our bad days,” James said matter-of-factly.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course,” you said sarcastically.

Ms Evers arrived with the second course and the silence returned. As you ate your gaze would sometimes flicker up to see what James was doing, and his own eyes would typically be locked on you. He wouldn’t stop looking, and you didn’t feel as frustrated as you thought you would have. You originally thought that at this point in the dinner you would be almost tearing your hair out with frustration and anger, but you weren’t. You wouldn’t necessarily call this evening pleasant, but it was better and more tolerable than you ever expected.

“Y/N, darling,” you looked up at James’ call, ignoring the slight warm feeling you got at him calling you darling, knowing that you should not be experiencing that. “Will you please accept my sincerest apologies?” He asked.

You thought for a moment. Honestly, it was getting exhausting, being so filled with anger and hatred and resentment. Whether you liked it or not you were stuck here for eternity and it would only go by slower if you remained this way. Maybe it was best for you to just forget and move on. And besides, this evening was going better than planned. Maybe, with time, James wouldn’t be such bad company.

“Fine,” you sighed, defeated. “I’ll think about it.”

James sat back, grinning with satisfaction. “Splendid.”

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melonbellys · 9 months

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„i didnt want to, but you made it sooo easy..“

Kai Anderson - without consent.

This is my first post on here, it‘s just a drabble that rotted in my notes for a while, just for my own imagination.. lmao

Warning: this is a piece of FICTION with just pure non consent, if this makes you uncomfortable i advise you to scroll.

non-consent, p in v, reader is female, LOTS of dirty talk, degrading, praising, age gap (reader is 20, he‘s 30.) , reader was a virgin, choking, daddy kink if you squint, kai on adderall, deepthroating, fingering (reader receiving) , yeah if i missed something pls comment..

word count: 1,709

kai n i met in a vinyl store, he caught my eye and i went up to him, saying how him buying a vinyl is „sooo lana-del-ray“, making fun of him. he didnt mind and he even laughed along me, i asked him if the coffee he had in his hand was good and now im here, stuck in this cult, kai kissing my neck and calling me ugly names.

„i bet you get wet even thinking about me.“ he said, full of confidence, touching my needy cunt through my panties.

„tell me how much you want me to destroy your tiny cunt“ he rubbed his fingers roughly over my clothed-clit, it hurt. a lot.

„p-please.. let me go.“ i say with tears in my eyes.

„if you didnt want this your panties wouldn’t be soaked, you dumb little slut.“ he was visibly hard, touching me, raping me.

„please, kai.“ tears keep streaming down my face as he undresses my lower half.

„if you gave in, it wouldnt hurt as much.“ he kept on talking, at this point i was saying nothing.

kai slapped my face, his deep, black eyes digging through my reddened eyes.

„c-can we do this… when im ready?“ i say again, crying as i was still a virgin, a 20 year old virgin, while he was 30.

„you want me to, i know that you want it. your wetness tells me otherwise.“ he keeps rubbing his thumb over my cunt, making me gasp and whine.

„i- kai please i dont want you to take my virginity!“ i yell out into his face, his hand holding my face, his thumb stuffed deep inside my mouth, playing with my tongue now.

„virgin? you‘re a virgin? god…. i want to rip your pretty pink pussy open with my cock…“ he rambles him taking off my panties immediately now.

„please no! kai please…“ i cry now.

„you crying makes it even better, you are such a good toy.“ he spits on my face and i felt myself get wetter from his touch, just a natural response and i hated it.

„you disgust me; you are just a hole for me to fuck, do you understand?“ his hand was still stuck in my mouth, fucking his fingers into my throat as i try to pull away.

„i bet your little mouth would feel soooo good around my dick baby. if only you‘d stop crying.“ he was so mad at me, he knew i was interested in him but not into him sexually.

„if only you would give in.“ he says before he bites my own lip, i try to kick him away but it only ends with him holding my legs.

„why wont you be a good girl, hm? always have to ruin everything.“ he chokes me so hard that i cant even think straight, my legs resting on his shoulder.

i cry out again but i lose myself in his touch, i couldnt fight him so i just went limp.

„thats it, i knew you wanted this.“ his finger enter my cunt roughly, fucking his digits into my core, moaning and crying as he does what he does.

„your tight little pussy had me hooked from the start, the moment i saw you i knew how good it‘d feel.“ tears keep running down, i was trying to pretend this was a nightmare, a movie.. some kind off horrible porn thatd only weird people would watch.

„i never care about girls, i only fuck them, usually they thank me. kai you made me cum so hard, thank you daddy.“ he mimics some other girl, which probably didnt happen and he just said for his own pleasure.

„im just making sure you think of me when someone else fucks you, slut.“

„IM A VIRGIN! IM NOT A SLUT.“ i yell at him as he stuffs my wet panties in my mouth.

„SHUT UP.“ he yells even louder than me.

„be happy im prepping you.“ he said as he rammed his fingers in continuously, not even making me feel good and hitting the spot that id liked, it hurt. so much.

„does that feel good? i bet it does.“ he spoke through gritted teeth as his whole arm moved now, i shook my head violently and he took out the panties and stuffed his fingers in my mouth instead.

„tell me, is that not your cunt? does it not taste like you? hm?“ his nails dig into me, it felt close to cutting me.

„if it didnt feel good you wouldnt be this wet.“ his eyes were emotionless, he was clearly on some sort of drug, as i saw him do it.

„god babygirl, you had such whore potential, if only you didnt wanna leave.“

he said, referencing a few minutes ago, where the moment i entered his house, he started kissing me, i gave in to the kisses but said no to sex. his kisses felt good for a second, before his hand moved to my skirt and i said that i cant and had to leave.

„you have to expect that to happen, you are worth nothing. absolutely NOTHING. only just a cunt to fuck.“

he pushed me on the bed and threw my panties to the side completely, his fingers loged so deeply in my throat that i would gag.

„i want you to gag on my cock so bad, but im nice to you.“ he smiles, kissing my nose.

he turned me around and spoke „get on all fours, i dont want to see you cry anymore.“ i protest and sit up, before he pushed me down again.

„nu-uhuh.“ his tongue clicked.

„baby… come on.“ he whispered.

„p-please… be careful.“

i cry out again and again, begging for him to NOT rip me apart.

„okay, i promise.“ he spoke in a soft tone, this was oddly reassuring. even if i was raped it didnt hurt as mu-

he didnt even bother to turn me around now, and aligned himself with my entrance. before saying anything his cock slammed so deep and hard into me that i only could scream, him quickly shutting me up with a blanket in my mouth which he held there.

„fuck baby, you‘re so fucking tight, god.“ he spoke through gritted teeth, raping my cunt as tears wont stop streaming, it hurt so bad.

it stung, his dick was so thick… and long i felt it hit my cervix and when i looked down, i looked at the bulge in my tummy.

„you… argh~ fuck, so good.“ he couldnt even say a coherent sentence, screaming into his hand that held the blanket there.

his cock felt so warm, the sensation was new… but it hurt… more physiologically than physically.

i started to give in now, loosening up a bit, knowing it would hurt less.

„now you‘re a good slut, you take my cock so well.“ he says as he takes me by my hair to face me.

„i wish i could hear your moans and curses, but all you do is cry.“ he says as he kept slamming himself into me.

i shake my head, pulling out the blanket before i speak.

„k-kai… let me speak.“ he kept pushing deeper.

he takes out the towel completely.

„cumming?“ he jumps to the conclusion quickly. i shake my head.

„kai… it hurts so much!“ i cry out again before he slows down.

„i‘ll be nice.“ he says before his fingers touch my clit again, making me gasp.

he goes slower, hitting my sweetspot now too, making me moan loudly, giving into the sensation.. i tried to pretend he wasnt raping me.

„it feels so good.“ i say, trying to satisfy him, maybe he would stop.

„i told you baby, hm? sex is sooo fucking nice.“ he says before he whispers into my ear again.

„are you gonna cum? tell me when you are close. i want you to cum in my mouth.“ this made me feel sick, i didnt want his mouth on me, especially not on my womanhood.

i had hoped he was done, but he wasnt.

„im gonna fuck your pretty mouth too, you‘ll like that right?“ i dont say anything and keep moaning, him hitting my cervix again.

i didnt want it. i wanted it to end. so bad.

„p-please stop.“ i cry out again and again.

„no… you‘re just starting to make me like you.“ he kisses me, his tongue deep into my mouth and i let out a hum.

„i didnt want to rape you, but you made it soooo easy.“ his words hurt, he was traumatizing me even more.

„k-kai… why are you doing this?“ i look him right into his eyes, for the first time that day.

„dont… look at me.“ he turns my head away.

„i dont want you to look at me.“ he says as he slaps me again, just hurting me even more.

„im fucking you cuz i want to, bitch.“ he goes even harder now, i was probably bleeding too now and as he got even more rough now, my eyes seemed to upset him.

„you‘re on birthcontrol, right?“ he speaks through his teeth as he seemingly was close

„n-no, please… kai dont, just use my mouth!“ i beg as i look into his eyes again, trying to awaken the guy thats inside of his shell.

„and now we are begging, i told you you wanted it.“ yea. sure wanted it. definitely not trying to avoid pregnancy.

he pulls out of me with a hiss, my heat was hurting, swollen and just pulsating.

his hands rest on it and he looks at me, i felt sore.

„my dick is coated with your fucking juice, clean it up like a good little girl.“ he said as he ripped open my mouth, his tip resting on my lips.

„you have such a pretty mouth, put it to good use.“

he pushes his cock deep inside, my tongue gliding against it.

„mhhm, thats what i meant baby.“ he bucks his hips in my mouth as he holds me by my hair, i kept gagging.

„too big, huh?“ no, too rough.

tears were streaming down my face, and my eyes roll back.

„my fucked out slut.“ he speaks inbetween animalistic grunts.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED !! pls comment n reblog maybe ! :3 i lov you

this is my first post, so again… pls dont be mean.

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thatswhatthepoetssay · 2 years

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Sunshine Boy Chapter 2

Franken Kyle Spencer X Reader

Word count: 1,241

Summery: A typical story of girl meets boy…and maybe some trouble along the way.

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St..uu..upid” He mumbles as he points his pointer finger at his chest.

“I know you’re not Kyle. You’re not stupid, okay?” I say while giving him a small smile.

Immediately I am engulfed in a tight hug. His arms wrap around me and his head goes to rest on my shoulder. After a few seconds, my hands start to stroke his hair in a soothing matter.

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Before I arrived at Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, I thought that I was destined to be alone. A certain blonde proved otherwise, he showed me kindness that no one ever has.

Even though he had difficulty talking, somehow I always knew exactly what he wanted to say.

At one point I even thought I was a clairvoyant, but after a few other tests it turned out to not be the case.

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“An Ouija board huh?” I say while leaning on the wall next to the closet.

“Madison wants us to find her and we can't afford to lose a single witch if we want to survive.” Replies Zoe as she pours a drink into multiple shot glasses.

After Queenie’s terrifying story about her grandma and a spirit board, I was even less excited about the whole plan.

“There are four of us, and if we want to find Madison we need to witch up.” Says Zoe as she places the now empty shot glass on the board.

After a while of trying, and later contacting the Axeman, we finally managed to reach Madison. All four of us went up to the attic as the spirit board instructed.

It was a horrifying sight, Madison lying there with her arm severed in half. It looked like her body already started to decompose. Yet despite all of the horrific things that happened to her, she still looked peaceful.

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Ever since Madison’s return, the academy felt more like a war zone than a school. Fiona was going after possible supremes and rekindling old feuds with neighboring covens.

Despite everything that was going on, I could still seek comfort in my two closest friends at the academy. Due to the fact that I was getting closer to Kyle, it also meant that I was getting closer to Zoe.

Since the day I met her I knew that she was going to be a big part of my life.

“Hey YN, can you help me gather some herbs in the garden?” Asks Zoe, interrupting my thoughts.

“Yeah of course, I’ll grab the baskets.” I reply while getting up and going towards the kitchen.

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After spending about a half an hour out in Cordelia’s garden, Zoe and I head back inside.

“So Kyle seems to like you quite a lot..” Says Zoe as she empties the contents of her basket onto the table.

“Yeah I like him too, he’s a really good friend.” I reply while doing the same.

“Mhm.. he’s definitely the light this place needed.” She responds while looking at the dark hallway outside the kitchen.

Following our little chat in the academy’s kitchen, I went upstairs to clean up. Before getting in the shower I decided to pay Kyle a visit in his room.

After knocking a few times and getting no answer I figured that it was okay for me to come in. As I went through the door and into his bedroom, I saw him sleeping peacefully on his bed.

His body was fully under the covers except for one arm which was tangling off the bed and he had a light smile resting on his lips.

He looked almost angelic under the golden light of the sunset.

I was about to leave the room when I heard a quiet whisper of my name. I turned around and saw Kyle sitting up on the bed, he was smiling like a kid on christmas morning.

“Hey Ky, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up.” I say as I walk up to him.

In response he just shook his head which made his blonde curls fall onto his face.

Instinctively I brought my hand up to his face to try and fix his hair. Immediately after my fingers connected with his golden curls, I noticed that Kyle closed his eyes and his dimples were now visible.

As I continued to play with his hair I realized that he started to lean on my shoulder. After a few minutes I removed my fingers from his hair and tried to get him back into bed.

“H..ha…p..py.” Stuttered Kyle as I pulled the blanket over his body.

“I’m happy too Ky.” I responded while giving him a small smile.

For the first time in a long time I could say that I was truly happy. Sure the coven played a big part in that happiness, but the main reason was Kyle.

“Okay I’m gonna go make you some dinner, in the meantime try and get more sleep.” I said as I finished tucking him in.

“N..no..sta..y.” Kyle hesitated for just a moment before taking my hand into his own.

At that I gave him a small nod and decided to lay down on the bed. After making sure that it was okay with Kyle, I got under the warm blanket.

After getting situated I noticed that Kyle was already drifting off to sleep. I moved a bit closer so that way I could be the big spoon and he the little.

Turns out that Kyle was a big fan of that idea. A few moments after my arm wrapped around him, he began to let out soft snores. His hand also went up to hold mine, as if to make sure that I wouldn’t get up and leave.

If there was one thing I knew for sure is that I would never leave Kyle Spencer.

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The following morning I was woken up by the sun which was seeping through the curtains. I turned to face Kyle and noticed that he wasn’t sleeping. His eyes were focused on my face, when he realized that I caught him staring he just gave me a goofy smile.

“G..g..ood..m…mm..moor-“ I smile as Kyle attempts to communicate his thoughts.

After a few seconds he lets out an irritated huff and burries his face in the pillow.

“Hey hey it’s alright. Good morning to you too Ky.” I comfort him as he continues to wallow.

I gently place my hand on his shoulder and tell him that I was going to go get us some breakfast. Once again he protests, but I still exist the bedroom telling him that I would be right back.

As I walked into the kitchen I noticed Zoe standing over by the fridge.

“Hey Zoe!” I greet her while grabbing two bowls out of the cabinet.

“Oh my god YN where have you been? I thought something happened .” Says Zoe as her face pales ans her arms go up to her heart.

“I was with Kyle, sorry didn’t mean to give you a scare.” At that she seems to slightly calm down, however her face remains a few shades lighter.

“With Kyle? Wha.. what do you mean?” She questions as she closes the fridge.

After a quick retelling of yesterday’s events, Zoe’s face regains its color. I knew she felt protective over Kyle ever since his death. What I didn’t know was the reason why..

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PS: Im currently working on a Kyle Spencer one-shot which should be posted soon. I also started working on the 3rd chapter of “Sunshine Boy” and let me tell y’all.. I already cried twice. The next chapter is no joke but Im so excited for you guys to read it! I will also be making a tag-list so let me know if you would like to be added! As always my requests are open so feel free to send them my way!:)

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chaos-is-beautifvl · 6 months

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it’s been well over a year since i posted my writing in the ahs fandom. and, after a bit of searching the tags, i realized that the activity for michael langdon (in particular) has drastically decreased since i was last here

that being said, i have a couple stories that i never got around to finishing, as well as two series i left on hiatus. i, for sure, want to finish the series but let me know which one-shots you’re interested in. i would prefer to create stories that others are going to read and not just me

p.s. check out my other writing here and here (primarily michael langdon but also xavier plympton, duncan shepherd, and jim mason)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐧:

✿ class reunions are overrated || outpost!michael

you think class reunions are overrated but a series of events following a certain blonde friend change your mind

✿ it’s called magic, darling || dilf!michael x teacher!reader

all the teachers have a crush on the hot dad with the adorable daughter but he only has his eyes set on one

✿ you’re not my friend

you and michael have to work together on a new project. michael is used to everyone falling at his feet, but he’s in for a rude awakening you could give zero fucks || inspired by therefore i am - billie eilish

✿ how did we get here?

you watch as michael changes into someone he’s not, leaving you questioning your relationship || inspired by decode - paramore

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:

✿ no body, no crime feat. detective!duncan shepherd || preview here

the good detective comes to you with a mystery he thinks he’s solved, only to discover just how wrong he is || inspired by no body, no crime - taylor swift

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

✿ a helping hand || fem!reader, set in the outpost

your meeting with langdon takes an awry turn when he brings up something from your past

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

✿ 1984 x Coven x Apocalypse crossover || fem!reader, implied!poc

the year is 1984, you’re on the road with your cousin and everything seems to be going well. however, it all starts going to shit as soon as you set foot in that camp

chapter 1: the start of a wonderful summer | chapter 2: what donkey? | chapter 3: cece and freddy

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#ahs x reader #michael langdon x reader #duncan sheperd x reader #michael langdon fanfiction #xavier plympton x reader #american horror story x reader #cody fern x reader #ahs fanfic #ahs fic

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kaiscumsock · 6 months

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number one slut for kit walker

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chr0llossexygf · 2 years

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what if i write for tate 😍😍

#evan peters #ahs #american horror story #american horror story murder house #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon x you #kit walker #tate langdon fic #ahs asylum #ahstories #ahs fic #ahs fandom #fanfiction #imagines #evan peters x y/n #evan peters x reader #evan peters x you #ahs stories

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Can I Sew Into Your Heart? {Dandy Mott x Reader}

Requested by a wonderful @randodummy <3

You work closely with Dora at the Mott Mansion, and in the winter, Gloria has asked you to sew something for Dandy because of how sensitive he is to the cold.

No one's perspective

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You were sat in the kitchen, distracted, and Dora was making dinner. She was your mentor and only friend in the Mott Mansion. The big and empty place had plenty of empty rooms so you slept in a different one every night. Gloria never seemed to mind and she was kind to you, even if she was a bit naïve to her son's own problems.

The only difference between you and Dora is that you mainly did the sweeping and cleaning now. Dora kept on the food and laundry. Equal chores for both of you kept you happy. Sometimes though, there was always a time when you felt bored and tired since you managed to keep the place so clean. So, you sewed. Sewing was your favourite thing to do, and it kept you busy before Gloria employed you. You sewed Gloria and Dora jackets, small hats and gloves. They were small, never a big project like jumpers or a winter coat.

Until, one cold day on a dark December, Gloria came into the room you were currently sleeping in as you were reading. "Y/N, I need you to do something."

"Sure Ms.Mott, what needs doing?"

"Sew Dandy a jumper. He's sensitive to the cold, and has been dealing with a sniffle." She smiled slightly at you, and you nodded to just go along with it, but inside you felt like this was going to take up too much of your time. Begrudgingly you got up once Gloria left, and opened one of the small boxes by your bedside. It held different types of wool, cotton, needles and threads.

Thankfully, however, Gloria bought you a brand-new sewing machine. You were never able to get one, being an orphan had its downsides. Many, downsides. They were never kind to you, but you were kind to those who offered you calm, sweet silence, instead of yells and shouts. Karma would hit those people soon, you always thought. Karma exists.

Despite your busy mind, remembering where you came from, you turned the machine on. You grabbed everything from the open box and got to work. Whizzes and brrrs filled the quiet room. The door couldn't stop the loud machine from making the mansion sound like it was a construction site. Although, everyone left you alone. Dandy was simply out, probably to try and talk to the freaks again. Gloria, most likely was watching television or reading. Then Dora, out of everything, was in the kitchen, washing vegetables and preparing dinner for the evening.

So, truly, you weren't disturbed in the slightest. To busy your mind even more than it was already, you hummed songs. In The Mood was the first one to come to mind. It was a fun song, and you danced with Dandy to it once. The man-child was being a brat again, and you took his hands, leading him to an empty room with a record player. "Y/N what is this? I don't care about what you're trying to do!" He asked grumpily, as always. You just smiled your sweet smile that made Dandy melt inside, (he'd never tell you that of course) and took his large hands towards the record player. Putting yours on top of his, you both placed In The Mood on the record player. He hid his smile, but Dandy knew you liked the song, so he let you lead the dance.

"Dandy darling, pleaseee come on join me!" You chuckled, dancing around awkwardly. A few seconds went past before Dandy took you in his arms and started to dance with you.

"You're a horrible dancer."

"you love me." A giggle escaped your lips as Dandy and you danced around the whole room, not missing any corner. "I love you." You whispered to Dandy. The song ended, and he dipped you down for half a second. He held your waist and gently placed a kiss on your lips. Once you returned back, a hand on his face.

"I love you too."

But the whirrs brought you back to reality. Already you were done with the sleeve, somehow it didn't look terrible despite being in a dazed state the whole time. It was a dark blue, mixed with some blacks and shades of grey.

Your own humming continued as you kept sewing and still, the machine was louder than ever. But soon enough, you heard the door slam shut. Dandy was home. He walked towards your door and opened it quickly, seeing you sew with the machine. "Turn that off!" He shouted, somehow louder than the sewing machine itself.

Quickly, you did so, and looked up to Dandy, confused. "Is it too loud Dandy?" He sniffles a bit. His nose was red, and he was shivering. "Oh dandy...my love you know to not go out in this weather." You shook your head, getting up and hugging Dandy close. He was freezing, and sneezing.

"I don't care. I wanted to see the twins."

"Dandy..." You just take his hand and up the stairs to his room. It was warm and it was best for the cold man. In both ways. "Come on, let's get you warmed up." Dandy just nodded, wiping his nose on some tissue. He was cute to you, even if he was a massive brat at times.

"I'll go and get you some soup okay? Tomato with some toast." Tired and cold, Dandy just nodded again and accepted it while you placed a blanket over his shoulders. He was clingy so it took you a while to just get to the kitchen. Dora smiled at you and held out a tea kettle.

"Are you taking a break Y/N? I've made some tea." Dora poured you a small cup anyway.

"Thank you, Dora. I was going to make some quick tomato soup with toast. Dandy is freezing, and a sniffling mess." You sighed but smiled. Dora was too kind to you sometimes. She opened up some cupboards and took out ingredients. Salt, pepper, tomatoes, red peppers, cream, etc. Everything was fresh since you and Dora went out a day ago to get groceries.

"You gonna be alright makin' it? I know he can be horrible and ungrateful at times."

"I'll be okay Dora, thank you though. I know how to put him in his place." You chuckled a bit and winked at Dora, who just rolled her eyes, smiling before walking off. Everyoneeee heard how you 'put Dandy in his place' and it was obvious to them he wasn't the one in charge.

You brought yourself out of your fantasy though, starting to quickly make up some soup for the sniffly man. After a few minutes, it was smelling nice, and it was warming you up, even though you weren't the one eating it. It only took a few minutes for the soup to be done, so you placed some in a bowl, put that on a tray along with some hot cocoa, and brought it up to Dandy who was still sniffling away and reading comics.

"Hey love, I made you the soup. Plus some cocoa." You smiled and it melted you inside as Dandy immediately grinned and sat up, placing the comic down next to him. "Tomato and red pepper."

You placed the tray on Dandy's lap, and he started eating immediately. But he dropped his spoon back in the bowl, cringing and placed a hand over his mouth. "Burnt my tongue."

"Well, it is hot, baby. C'mere, just leave it for a bit to cool down, then take small sips okay?" Running your fingers through Dandy's hair, you giggled slightly, and Dandy just looked annoyed before kissing your head as an affirmation of your words. The silence was long, occasionally broken by a kiss so Dandy felt better. Soon enough though, you took the spoon again and helped Dandy eat. The soup was finished in a matter of minutes along with the cocoa.

"..thank you Y/N." He said, shrinking back down into his duvet.

"You're always welcome my love. I'll be back soon okay? I'm still making something." You grinned and kissed Dandy's forehead. Picking up the tray and taking it downstairs, you immediately thought about how to continue making the jumper.

You had hoped Dandy would stay in bed and rest now he had eaten, but you could never be too sure. Sighing to yourself, you went back into the room and started to sew again, distracting yourself with songs in your head.

Time had passed more quickly than you thought and you had a look at the clock. "5?! Shit!" Then you looked down at the machine, an almost finished jumper in the machine. There were a few embodiments that needed to be added, so you made fast work of that. "Jesus Christ, I should have an alarm clock built in me or something." You got up and jogged into the kitchen, to find a little plate on the counter with a note.

' Y/N, you were so distracted with your work all day, I couldn't disturb you. So I made some extra for you, eat it whenever you can. - Dora.' You grinned and took the plate with some cutlery, and sat in the kitchen, wolfing it down as swiftly as you could. As soon as you finished, you washed everything up and put them away. You walked back out, seeming alone in the house. Shrugging to yourself, all you did was go back to your room and finish off the jumper.

It ended up being a navy colour, with hints of a lighter blue in it. It was so big, but you hoped Dandy would like it anyway. "Y/N?" Oh perfect. Dandy called out to you from upstairs, you ran up to him with the jumper in your hands. "What's that?" He asked through small sneezes and coughs.

"It's a jumper for you baby. You're so sick, and you need something to keep you warm." You sweetly cooed, holding it up. Excited, dandy took it in his hands and immediately put it on. "That looks great on you sweets." You clapped and grinned.

"I like the colour." He said, admiring it on his own body. Soon enough though, he picked you up and placed you next to him, cuddling you in close. "You're sleeping next to me tonight."

"I'd love that my darling." You answered, Dandy keeping you tight and close to his own body. "Are you still cold?"

"Mhm." He nodded.

"My sweet boy, I'll warm you right up." You just kept smiling at him, moving yourself to lie on top of Dandy. You also put the blanket over yourself, you kept Dandy and yourself warm. "I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you more."

#ahs #american horror story #dandy mott x reader #Dandy Mott #finn wittrock #freakshow #ahs freakshow #american horror freak show #winter #dandy x you #Dandy Mott fluff #x reader fluff #fluff #finn wittrock x you #smut implied?#ahs fic #ahs x reader #tristan duffy #Tristan duffy x reader

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Mind Over Matter (Outpost!Michael x Reader)

Blurb: Michael has never had the chance to fuck anyone. He’s never found it appealing, even though he knows he is sexually attractive to pretty much anyone he encounters. Now that he’s in the outpost and has everyone there under his control, he starts to get a few ideas about Y/N, a human gray. Maybe he could be putting her to better uses than scrubbing floors.

Warnings: smut, masturbation, spooky ooky kooky mind control (so slightly non-con??), degradation, sadism, mentions of death

Sex had never been something Michael got to experience, not that he had ever really wanted to. He never thought about sex very much. Of course, plenty of men and women had offered themselves to him. He knew what people were thinking when they stared at him, the lust in their eyes was hardly difficult to decipher. Perhaps the fact he knew he could have it any time made it seem common and uninteresting. He could never grasp why sex seemed to make the world go round for humans.

This all changed after he moved into Outpost three, where he ruled over every other being there. That power he felt when someone did his bidding, obeyed each command, quivered before him since they knew the repercussions of going against his word turned him on. He finally found himself regularly getting hard just thinking about people doing what he wanted them to do or fearing his wrath. Every time he stood in his black tiled shower, fisting his cock whilst steaming water battered his back, he came to the thought of someone whimpering below him, completely under his command. Finally, sex made sense to him; it was all about power. And what he wanted now was someone to exercise complete power over.

Out of all the people who he had decided to allow into the outpost with him, only one of them seemed to be suitable for his purpose. Y/N was a gray who was quiet and nervous. He could practically smell the anxiety radiating off her whenever they crossed paths. She was nothing but a mere human being, someone who he could destroy with a snap of his fingers. The way she never met his eye and shrank away whenever he looked her direction made him smile to himself. She was so docile and obedient, not just to him but to whomever commanded her, even the purples who she didn’t owe respect or obedience. She was, in Michael’s eyes, built for subservience. Built for being overpowered.

That’s why he decided he was going to use her for more than just scrubbing the floors of the outpost.

***

You were on your hands and knees, scrubbing the stone floor with a stiff bristled old brush. Your back was beginning to ache, as were your forearms and shoulders. This manual labour was a far cry from your old life, which you were now realising was a lot cushier than you first thought. In the outpost, you spent nearly every waking moment cleaning or washing clothes without the aid of electrical appliances. Even if sleeping could have been escape from the misery of your new monotonous life, you scarcely got any. Your pre-existing insomnia had gotten worse as your bed was a thin and hard mattress paired with some flea-bitten old blankets. Your nights were spent staring at the ceiling, not sure whether to be grateful you weren’t dead in the nuclear waste land outside or be angry that you were going to be worked to the bone here despite surviving the fucking apocalypse.

You were so lost in your own thoughts and the rhythmic repetitive movement of the brush that you didn’t hear the footsteps behind you. Michael stood, leaning against the wall nonchalantly, watching your hunched figure scrub the floor. He focused on picturing the body under the grubby pinafore, especially as you were unknowingly presenting your ass to him. If he cleared his throat, he bet you would twitch and turn to face him, fear in your E/C eyes, ready to obey whatever words he said.

That, however, would be too easy, too obvious, and too boring. No, Michael wanted something better than that. Mind control of humans, he had found, was very very easy. Right now, he could hear your thoughts. All he needed to do was tap into that stream of consciousness and command your mind or body. Without moving a finger, he made one of your hands move away from the brush and between your thighs. Gently, your fingers brushed against the cotton of your panties, rubbing your clit which hadn’t seen much attention in the past few weeks.

Dammit, why do I feel turned on right now? I guess no one will see me. Plus, only sex is punishable here, they didn’t say anything about masturbating.

Michael smirked to himself. Your human brain was justifying the actions he was controlling. Your fingers moved quicker, rubbing tight circles on your clit, making a little bit of wetness dampen your panties. Soon, he commanded your fingers to push your panties aside and press into your wet cunt. A soft whimper came from your mouth as you found yourself fingering yourself, biting your lip to prevent yourself from making too much sound. you had no idea why you were touching yourself or why you suddenly felt so horny, but it had hit you like a wave. A moan escaped your lips as you pressed two fingers inside yourself, your fingertips tickling your G-spot.

Michael’s cock twitched at the sound of your moan. You looked so pathetic and helpless, completely at the mercy at whatever he wanted you to do. Best part was that you didn’t even know it was him doing it. He watched you fuck yourself with your fingers, your moans muffled by your other hand as you attempted to silence yourself. Finally, he decided he was finished toying with you for day. His curiosity and desires were satisfied, his cock was hard and in need of release, and he now knew how easy it was to control you. He transmuted himself back to his room, wasting no time in pulling out his hardened and dripping length. He thrusted into his hand, picturing you on all fours, his length stretching your tight twat and you moaning and begging him to fill your desperate hole. With a deep groan, he came into his hand, shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm.

***

Your eyes snapped open. Stirring from your bed, you found your legs moving without you even deciding to move. Your body was carrying you away without your permission. You tried to stop but you kept on moving, ascending the stairs leading up from the gray quarters. All along the darkened corridors you walked, although you didn’t know where you were walking. Panic set in as you couldn’t regain control over your body, as much as you tried to grab onto the smooth stone walls to stop your relentless pace. Your body rushed past several dark doorways, coming to stop outside the only one with candles lit outside.

“Oh fuck.” You whispered to yourself, recognising who’s door you were currently stood outside.

Before you could even form the words ‘Michael Langdon’ in your mind, your hand was on the handle and sliding the door open. The room, however, was empty. You sighed in relief, thankful that you weren’t face to face with an enraged Michael, who would undoubtedly kill you for entering his room so boldly. Your body marched you into his room, taking no notice of your mental protests.

The door you had left open slammed shut with a bang that made you jump. You wanted to turn around to see who or what had closed the door, but your feet had rooted themselves to the stone floor.

“May I ask why you are in my room, gray?” asked Michael in his seductive drawl, taking agonisingly slow steps towards you as you stood, quivering like a cornered animal, unable to flee or face him.

“I-I am sorry, sir. I will leave immediately.” You squeaked out, feeling like you were being choked. You felt his form loom over you from behind.

“Then leave. Get out of my sight before I decide to do something worse than ask Miss Venable to double your workload for the next four weeks.” He commanded, although the anger in his voice seemed dulled down, not quite as threatening as it usually was. It sounded almost fake, like he was putting it on.

You didn’t want to risk misinterpreting his anger, however. You tried to move your body in the direction of the door but your legs moved in the opposite direction, walking you to the large bed in the centre of the room. You sat, spreading your legs. Your left hand began to creep towards your panties.

“No! No, stop!” You said aloud, grabbing your left wrist and trying to wrench it away. It was no use, as whatever it was that was moving your body for you was far more powerful than you. Defeated, you let your fingers caress the lips of your pussy through your cotton panties.

“You are a filthy human, touching yourself in my presence!” Michael seethed, looking annoyed by your display but also staring intently at the way your fingers moved against the fabric and how the lips of your cunt were stuck to it, already creating a damp patch.

“I don’t mean to; I don’t know has come over me!” You wailed, both frightened and frustrated with whatever was going on with your body. Your fingers kept on stroking your cunt, beginning to move more fervently.

Michael could feel blood rush to his cock. The panic on your face and your confusion over what had caused your body to cease to be under your control enthralled him. You were merciless to his power as he made you yank your panties off and begin fucking yourself. You alternated between moaning and crying, as your body was aroused whilst you were terrified of what Michael was going to do to you for touching yourself in front of him. Tears dripped off your face, wetting your cotton night dress and making it become translucent. To Michael, you were a picture of powerlessness which only made his length harden more, making his black slacks uncomfortably tight.

As fun as it was to watch you finger-fuck yourself whilst begging him to forgive you, Michael decided to reveal who was controlling your body. After all, he couldn’t have your crying waking everyone up and interrupting his fun.

“Y/N, do you have any idea why you cannot control yourself?” He asked, his voice calm yet cruel.

“No-no, I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know why I’m doing this. I don’t mean to I just c-cant stop.” You said hopelessly, feeling yourself blush as you looked up at him staring at you hungrily. Of course, you thought he was very attractive, you’d have to be blind not to, but that didn’t lessen the embarrassment of having him watch you touch yourself like a horny teenager.

Your fingers went limp. Your whole body went slack, and you fell backwards onto the bed. Whatever force had been contorting your body had ceased. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, you looked at Michael who was smirking, a look of smug delight on his face. It finally clicked.

He had been controlling your body.

Not just tonight, but that time when you had begun touching yourself when scrubbing the floor. All sense of fear left you as you glared at his smug face. Michael began laughing, amused by your rage at how he has completely violated you by using your body for his entertainment.

“You…you fucking asshole!” You hissed, so furious you couldn’t even raise your voice. “How dare you do that to me!”

“You’re forgetting that I saved you from perishing out there. By all rights, you belong to me, I can do what I please with you.” Michael stretched out a hand toward you. Your body was flung back up towards the headboard. He was above you in an instant, his honey blonde hair falling about you, blocking the rest of the room from view.

“You’re nothing but a little fuck toy for me to experiment with. Don’t you think it’s a little ridiculous that the son of Satan has never indulged in lust? I think it’s high time I changed that, fulfil my role, and you can fulfil yours.” He purred, leaning down so his lips brushed yours as he spoke.

So, this was all about the fact Michael Langdon, the fucking antichrist, has never had sex? Or hadn’t had enough sex (in his eyes anyway)? Maybe if he had just asked you, you would have willingly obliged to fuck him. Something told you it wasn’t just sex he wanted out of this.

You didn’t have much of a chance to ponder on this as Michael drew himself back from you and your body rolled itself over without you wanting to. The cotton nightdress that had scarcely concealed your body was removed and thrown to the floor. Your knees propped your ass up and your face pressed itself against the bed. There was denying that now that you knew it was Michael controlling your body, you felt a lot calmer about this whole ordeal. Many nights you had touched yourself, imagining how it would feel to have him fucking you into the mattress or gripping your hips as you rode him. Now that fantasy was becoming reality, you felt your pussy twitch in anticipation, very much of your own accord. His hands caressed your waist, trailing over the contours of your hip and ass. He dipped his thumb into your cunt as if he was testing you out.

“Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me how much you want me to use you.” He commanded, undoing his belt then removing his shirt and slacks.

“I want your cock to split me in two, sir. I’ve wanted it all along.” You felt embarrassed saying these kinds of things. It felt like a lifetime ago that you and your boyfriend Jim had whispered filthy things to each other on the phone at night. You felt a twang of pain at the memory of your now (most likely) dead boyfriend.

“Go on. Are you going to be my little toy for tonight?” He prompted, snapping you out of your reminiscing.

“I’ll be your toy, sir. You can use me all night long.” You said, unsure whether you were actually saying these things out of true desire or whether it was out of desperation to feel some form of intimacy after so many months spent alone and without physical contact of any kind.

Michael’s response to your answer was to enter you without warning, using your slick as lube. His hand gripped your hip as he pressed into you going deeper and deeper, as if his cock was bottomless. You groaned into the mattress as your walls stretched around his impressive length. He wasted no time, starting to thrust in and out of your slick cunt, savouring the tightness and silky flesh. It felt vastly more pleasurable than how his hand felt. In fact, it was the greatest indulgence in pleasure he had ever felt. Now he understood why lust was one of the seven deadly sins because the feeling of your cunt sucking him in, twitching around him, and your whimpers of sheer gratification was anything but holy.

Unable to move, you were trapped beneath Michael as he pounded into you, his balls slapping your clit as he ravaged your body. You hated to admit it but this was the best sex you had ever had. Feeling helpless beneath this beauty of a man, being totally used by him for his selfish pleasure was undeniably arousing, as evidenced by how your own slick was beginning to drip onto the black sheets. Even better was the noises Michael was making; he certainly wasn’t shy about moaning and gasping as he explored how far he could push his cock into you. Considering he was technically a virgin, you felt almost honoured to be making him curse and groan whenever he felt you tighten around him. The pressure in your lower stomach was getting too much to bare as you felt your orgasm creep closer with every deep thrust.

The familiar sensation in his cock told Michael he was close to cumming. He was annoyed that he didn’t last longer but your pussy and cute whimpers as you came close to your own orgasm were so much better than his hand and his imagination. Pulling out, he seamlessly made you flip onto your back, legs spread.

“I want to see your face when I make you cum all down my cock. You’ve been such a good little toy for me, Y/N.” Michael said, lining himself up with your pussy.

You hated that him calling you by your name made you feel a little bit….loved? You knew he saw you as nothing more than a hole to fill, but after the heartbreak of losing Jim and having no one ever call you by your name anymore, to hear it whispered in a low and lustful tone stirred tenderness within you. Not to mention that the praise he gave you made you feel a little less invisible and a bit more appreciated, even if it was only for his pleasure.

Michael entered you again, moaning at your soft insides wrapping around his cock. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, pressing down gently. You felt your insides contract into an immediate orgasm, your hands grabbing the sheets, your mouth hanging open in shock and bliss. But the orgasm didn’t crest and fall, it just kept going and going, like you were suspended at the peak. Michael bottomed out before thrusting back into your spasming cunt, enjoying how shocked you looked at the unnatural orgasm he was giving you. You were truly under his command, completely within his control and at his disposal. With one last thrust, he came, shooting his load into your awaiting womb. He removed his hand from your stomach, allowing you to come down from your orgasm and fall back against the pillows.

You felt utterly used; your pussy was full of Michael’s seed and you were dizzy from the sheer level the orgasm had brought you to. It wasn’t something a body was meant to endure and sure enough you were feeling it. Michael pulled out of you, panting from exertion. He had got what he wanted, and it had lived up to his fantasies. You had submitted under him, powerless and under his control. Seeing how pliable your weak human body was and how easy it was to send you into a frenzy of pleasure had converted to him to the idea that sex was something he wanted. Considering he could just make you walk up here whenever he wanted, he was certain that he would have you in here every night.

You went to get up, relieved to feel that your body was once again under your control rather than Michael’s, who looked to be in a daze. Retrieving your nightdress from the floor, you pulled it back on, guessing that now that Michael was finished with you, you were once again just another servant under his command. You snuck out the sliding door, walking back through the silent and dark hallways, trying not to think about what just happened to you.

You didn’t know if you wanted it to happen again or wanted it all to be stored away in your mind as just a terrible nightmare that was never part of reality.

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Fluff: ♡ Angst: ♤ Smut: ♧ Headcanons: ◇ May contain triggering content: ☆

Tate Langdon

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

Tate Langdon dating someone who's transmasc ◇

Nail Polish and Nirvana ♡

Violet Harmon

Soft dom Violet Harmon ♧◇

Billie Dean Howard

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Moira O'Hara

Duster Fuck ♧

Kit Walker

Kit Walker dating someone who's transmasc ◇

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

Lana Winters

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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 ♧◇

Kyle Spencer

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

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 ♤♡

Jimmy Darling

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

You're Not A Freak, Doll ♤♡

Bette and Dot Tattler

Baking With Bette and Dot ◇

Good Girls ♧

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Dandy Mott

Sub Dandy Mott ♧◇

Maggie Esmeralda

Run Away With Me ♤♡

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 ◇

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 ♧◇

Liz Taylor

Liz Taylor and Tristan Duffy x reader who's a writer ◇

Tristan Duffy

Liz Taylor and Tristan Duffy x reader who's a writer ◇

Shelby Miller

Hot Tea and Rainstorms ♡

Audrey Tindall

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Rory Monahan

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

Kai Anderson

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

Whores Get Nothing ♧

Kidnapping Confessions ♤♧

Cuddling With Pre Cult Kai ◇

Ally Mayfair-Richards

The Clown In The Kitchen ♤♡

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Winter Anderson

Winter Anderson fluff alphabet ♡◇

Winter Anderson nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Nighttime Terrors ♤♡

Dom Winter Anderson ♧◇

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 ♤☆

Wilhemina Venable

Dom Wilhemina ♧◇

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Jeff Pfister

Having an online relationship with Jeff Pfister ◇

Brooke Thompson

Late Night Anxieties ♤♡

Date Officially Canceled (Brooke x Donna) ♧

Montana Duke

Montana Duke when she gets jealous ◇

Xavier Plympton

Sub Xavier Plympton ♧◇

Xavier Plympton being needy ♧◇

Big Trauma Can Come In Small Packages ♤♡

Donna Chambers

Roller Rink Romance ♡

Date Officially Canceled (Brooke x Donna) ♧

Margaret Booth

Sugar mommy Margaret Booth ♧◇

Harry Gardner

Protein Shakes ♤♡

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

Doris Gardner

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

Austin Sommers

The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow ♤♡

Austin Sommers nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Crimson Sheets ♧

Tuberculosis Karen

I Promise ♤☆

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Dr Calico

Blue Moon Tears ♤♡

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