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lcnelyghost · 2 years ago

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how about James march trying his best to keep the reader away from the countess, but they eventually start talking and it ends up with the countess manipulating the reader into thinking James doesnt like them? some angst maybe idkkk

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ps: i love ur work :)

𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱’𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢, 𝔦𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰//𝔧𝔭𝔪 ✰

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; 𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥 𝔵 𝔣𝔢𝔪 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤; 𝔭𝔤

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; 𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔰

The sound of silence was the only sound present in the Cortez. Everyone was either out, asleep, or just trapped here, remaining in secret for however long they wished to be hidden.

You however, were wide awake in bed, just staring at the ceiling. James lay asleep beside you. His dark chocolate brown hair slightly messed up, a few bits resting upon his forehead. He always looked so peaceful when he was sound. You could never help but to admire his beautiful, sleeping form. With him being a ghost, he didn’t need much sleep. But even the dead got tired at times.

You sighed and slid out of bed, cringing when you saw James stir. You managed to creep quietly to another spot of the room, changing into clean clothes before leaving a note for you’re partner when he woke up.

Dearest James,

I have gone down to the bar for a bit of peace. I may not be here when you wake up, so no need to go looking for me. I will arrive back when i’m fully relaxed.

Love, Y/N.

You finished signing off the note before heading down to the bar. Luckily enough, Liz was still up serving drinks. So you wouldn’t need to help yourself and go a tad bit crazy. Perhaps she’d make sure you were keeping a limit on how much you were drinking.

She smiled at you before placing a glass down, putting in a few bits of ice. You liked when the two of you could talk in the dead hours of night. It was far more peaceful and no one would be able to disturb either of you.

“What are you in the mood for tonight, honey?” Liz asked. You requested you’re choice of beverage and she was busy making it within seconds. In the distance, you could see Sally sitting in one of the booths.

Liz handed you you’re drink and you thanked her gracefully. You took a sip before lighting a cigarette.

“Can’t sleep?” Liz guessed.

You shook you’re head and blew out a cloud of smoke. Not a single soul was in sight but yourself, Liz, and Sally. A chill ran down you’re spine as you listened in to the deadly silence.

“Is anyone else even up at this time?” You questioned. Liz just poured herself a drink and sat on the stool behind the bar.

“Well.. John sometimes comes down. I think Iris is probably sound asleep. And my Tristan always hits the snooze button the minute he lays down.” The two of you giggled. I think most of the ghosts were aware that Tristan LOVED his sleep. Even in death, he still found it incredibly important.

“Oh, and the Countess is always just out or in her room with Donovan or whoever she’s still with these days.” Liz said, swiftly gulping down her beverage. You raised a brow and stared behind her in deep thought.

“Everything ok honey?”

You were quick to snap back into reality. “Oh yeah, yeah. Just.. i’ve never seen her in person.”

Liz nearly choked on the small bag of chips she was now snacking on. “You’ve never seen the Countess?!?”

You awkwardly bit you’re lip. “No..”

Liz sighed a little. “Even.. even Mr March hasn’t mentioned her to you?”

“Nope..”

She looked rather confused but decided to shake it off. You were about to finish you’re drink but you seemed to notice how Liz was staring at the ground floor beneath the bar, paying close attention to the beautiful blonde woman walking through the doors.

“That’s her.”

“Sorry?”

“That’s the Countess.” Liz pointed out, getting herself off of the bar stool and pretending to clean up the minute the Countess caught her looking.

You drank the last of you’re glass before taking a good look at her. Soon enough, the two of you locked eye contact.

She smirked slightly before dismissing the thought of returning to her suite and heading up to the bar. Had you made a mistake by letting her notice you’re presence? You didn’t have a clue. From what you’ve heard of the Countess, you knew she wasn’t one to fuck around with. Be careful with you’re words. Always.

Her heels tapped against the stairs going upwards to the bar. Liz gave you a sort of ‘good luck’ expression before going off to speak to Sally.

She finally entered the bar and you turned you’re back to her, hoping she’d just go back to wherever she was originally planning on going.

That thought ended and you’re bubble was immediately burst. She took a seat on the bar stool next to you, sensing the fear radiating within.

“New face I take it?” She laughed with a slight hint of coldness to her tone, calling for Liz to come over and make her a drink. You saw the friendly, now nervous barmaid whisk out a large, fancy glass containing some sort of red liquid. You assumed it was wine, of course.

You gathered enough courage to face her, forcing a smile. “I’ve been here and there in the Cortez.”

“Hm, so what is it that draws you in to spend you’re time in this place?” The Countess questioned. You thought wisely about what answer you’d give her but just guessed it would be best to tell her the truth. You weren’t exactly threatened by her, but you just didn’t really want to know what she would do if you dared to offend her in any way, shape, or form.

“I stay here for someone who has drawn me in from the very first moment I met him.” You replied, watching her take a sip of her drink. She licked her lips and stared at you with great interest. Playfulness, even.

“Would I care to know this person?”

You sighed. “Maybe. Maybe not..”

She chuckled before signalling to you that she wanted an answer. Now.

“His name is James Patrick March. You may not have heard of him, but he has quite the reputation. So I won’t be surprised if you know who he is.”

She grinned wickedly before giggling softly. You blinked and wondered if telling her was the correct choice to make.

“Yes. As it turns out, i’m aware of who James is.”

You were confused on why she used his first name. You knew the guests and other ghosts only referred to him as Mr March. That was what he expected from all of them.

“Have you met?”

She laughed even further and you began to feel nauseous.

“James and I go way back. Though i’m sure you’re aware that he’s not from you’re timeline.” The Countess whispered. You nodded you’re head gently and didn’t know if you really wanted to find out how the Countess was acquainted with you’re beloved.

“You see, James and I were rather close back in our day. He appeared to have drawn me in with the same darkness I presume he drew you in with. It’s a pity though. Even when he put a ring on my finger, I didn’t entirely know what I was walking into.” Lying bitch. James had been the one to suffer for years due to her unloving and selfish personality. Though, that you had absolutely no clue about.

The minute she finished her last few sentences, you practically choked on you’re cold refill.

“I’m- i’m sorry?” You sputtered. James had a wife?

The Countess laughed again and took a few more sips of her drink. You felt yourself begin to feel like an idiot. James had been wed to her, and you knew nothing about it. He hadn’t mentioned anything that would indicate he had a previous lover. Especially not that his past lover was the Countess..

“I must warn you, he can be quite a handful when he wants to be. In fact, i’m still forced to have atleast one meal with him each month.” She huffed. You looked at her in disbelief. So that’s why James was never ‘available’ to see you on one specific day each month. Well, that’s how Miss Evers had put it.

“I’m guessing you’re aware of his past. I did not support his actions. But, I had to live with them. I tried to tell him about my doubts in our relationship, but I had no choice. I was stuck. I knew James would certainly never let me move forward..” The Countess lied again. Her tone was filled with pure, mock sadness.

You were at a loss for words. You’re.. you’re James was a control freak? If you ever wanted to leave him, he’d hold you captive within the walls of this hellhole?? That wasn’t what had struck you most. It’s the fact that he had been a lover of this woman for so long, and you didn’t even know about it..

I mean what could you possibly do? It was clear she wasn’t fond of him anymore, but was he still madly in love with her? Was he even YOU’RE James? Perhaps he’d been using you on the nights and days he never got to see the Countess.

“I must be getting back to my suite. Just.. keep in mind what I told you.” She grinned again, winking at you before abandoning her drink and leaving.

You sat there, a dreadful feeling of hurt and loneliness slowly passing over you. You’d been lied to. Again. So many men had all sorts of experiences in you’re life, and you thought James might just have been the one that changed everything. Well weren’t you the fool.

Liz came back over to you after she realised the Countess had left. She noticed the lining of tears in you’re eyes, suddenly growing worried.

“Sweetie, is everything alright?”

You fumbled for words. “I.. I need to go..”

You placed a hand over you’re mouth and dashed off. Leaving Liz confused and even more worried than what she was before.

***

You ran from hallway to hallway, desperately trying to get back to you’re suite. You passed Tristan on the way, he was fully clothed but was furiously rubbing at his clearly tired eyes. By the looks of it, he’d just awoken from his slumber.

“Oh hey Y/N..” He yawned, stumbling backwards when you shoved past him, still sobbing.

“Damn, someone’s pissed.” Tristan mumbled sleepily.

***

You finally reached you’re suite and burst through the door. There was no sight of James, so you ran to the bedroom and slammed the door behind you.

Curling up into a ball on the bed, you just sobbed. Sobbed and sobbed and sobbed you’re precious heart out, trying to release some of you’re pain.

James was quick to appear before you, totally stunned and extremely angry in case someone had hurt you.

“Darling! Oh, my darling.. what is wrong?” He said, reaching over to place a hand on you’re shoulder. You only flinched back in pure rage.

“Don’t touch me you bastard!”

James stared at you, wide eyed. He was totally bewildered. What had he done that would have hurt you so?

“I spoke with a familiar face in the bar. Very familiar, actually. You’d certainly know her..”

“Her?” He raised a brow.

“YOU’RE WIFE.”

James looked at you blankly. “Darling.. whatever do you mean?”

You scoffed and flew off the bed, pushing past him. He was quick to follow you into the sitting room.

“What do you mean ‘what do I mean?’ you asshat! You know exactly what I mean, James!” You screamed angrily. Flopping down onto the sofa in you’re fit of rage.

“Dearest please.. I don’t understand..”

You laughed at his foolishness. “The Countess. Does that ring any bells, Jimmy?”

He gulped slightly. You only referred to him as ‘Jimmy’ when you were extremely pissed. Now he knew he was in trouble.

“Dear, this a misunderstanding!” He yelled back. Beginning to grow frustrated with his words not even being acknowledged or listened to.

“James.. I know for a fact that this isn’t a misunderstanding. The Countess told me everything. How you got married, that you wouldn’t let her leave, how you trapped her in here! Is that what you’ll do to me?” You whimpered, noticing the look of hurt on his face.

He took a few steps closer to you and sat on the armchair nearby, sighing.

“My love, you know I would never hurt you. Ever. And as for the Countess, that woman isn’t so perfect herself. Our story.. wasn’t like that at all. I was betrayed, lied to. I thought I had fallen in love but I was so confused.. and desperate for that matter. Elizabeth used me as a distraction. A past lover of hers had passed away, and she felt herself also on the brink of death. So.. I tried so very hard to help the poor dear. Something in her had interested me, so.. I found myself feeling the need to make her happy. But what I didn’t know, was it was all a trick. A cruel, meaningless, trick. Her past lover was still alive and well. He offered to give her something I couldn’t. Immortality. That man had been infected with what appeared to be some sort of ancient blood virus.. something that would make one strong and forever beautiful. Elizabeth agreed to run away with him and his other lover, threatening to leave everything I had with her behind. They were all unaware that I knew all about this wicked plan. I.. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her back. I still craved her touch and the warm feeling of undying love. So, I hid her lover away within the walls of the Cortez. He was trapped. Never to be found again. Just a few years ago.. Elizabeth managed to find out about this news. I didn’t bother hiding it. Whatever I did wouldn’t matter. I was practically abandoned by her so many years ago. All I did was watch as she moved on from man to man, not a single thought going to me at all..”

You looked at him with shock. Feeling nothing but guilt and utter stupidity. The Countess hadn’t been the victim in all this. It was you’re James.. you’re poor, poor James.

“So, my dear. The Countess was not the first woman I fell in love with. It was you..” He whispered, getting up from his chair and kneeling down in front of you.

“Oh James.. oh James!” You cried, wrapping you’re arms around him.

“I’m sorry.. i’m so, so, so sorry!” You cried further. James shushed you gently and pulled out his handkerchief, drying you’re tear stained cheeks.

He pulled you into his touch, kissing you’re lips softly. You returned the kiss, turning it into a more passionate, loving experience.

“Darling..”

“Yes, James?”

“Marry me.”

***

𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔰!!

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱; @v-love (𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔳 𝔬𝔣𝔠)

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michaellangdonswhore · 3 years ago

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Can you please write something with Michael where the reader and him are hanging out, and she does something that accidentally really turns him on but she's not aware of it? And he holds it in until he can't anymore and things escalate? <3

warnings: smut

wc: 1.6k

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Y/N impatiently waited for Michael to arrive, staring at her clock.

8:24

He should be there any minute.

Her foots tapping the ground, Never Had the Balls is playing in the background. She's trying to make time fly, waiting for her friend; her best friend to get there.

Her mysterious, undeniably gorgeous best friend, who has a sweet spot for her and her only.

It doesn't take anyone long to realize her obvious attraction to him, besides him, of fucking course. She tries to make him notice, wearing tank tops that would make her breasts stand out more, pants that would outline her curves. She thinks that it doesn't work, that he doesn't realize that she's showing herself off.

'When is he going to kiss me?' She thinks constantly to herself. 'Does he even want to?'

The doorbell rings and Y/N jumps. She reaches for her phone and sees a missed call from Michael. She runs downstairs to let him in.

"Hi," He says.

"Hey, sorry if I kept you waiting," Y/N apologizes.

"No worries," He says, his eyes traveling down her body, analyzing his best friend. His eyes move quick, making sure she doesn't notice that he's checking her out. She turns around and heads back upstairs with Michael following behind her. They go to her room and she goes to find her bong and resumes the music playing.

Stargirl Interlude comes on. Michael can't help but acknowledge Y/N's beauty, and everything about her. The music she plays, the clothes she wears, how she looks. She's perfect to him. He sits across from her bed on a chair and she comes back over, taking a hit of the bong and then handing it to him.

She lights it for him, he coughs when he takes the hit, like every other time.

Her aura is magnetic, so is his.

The way they look at each other, you'd think they were a couple. They sure acted like one.

Now they're on her bed, watching short hulu films. They're awfully close, he can basically feel her body on his. He's bored of the film while she's engaged. He takes notice of her slight shaking.

"Are you scared?" He asks.

"No," She refuses to admit. "Just cold. I'm gonna go grab a sweatshirt."

'No, don't do that.' He thinks to himself, feeling guilty for thinking about his best friend in that way, a way in which he doesn't want her to cover up, but when she come back wearing his sweatshirt, he fucking loses it inside.

She takes notice of his darkened expression.

"I'm sorry, I never gave this back," She says, thinking he's angry with her for stealing it. She moves to take the sweatshirt off, but he stops her quickly.

"No, no, no- you can keep it," He says. He didn't think she could get any prettier, but her in his clothes? He's growing harder by the second. He's embarrassed that this is turning him on, but she doesn't realize what's going on inside of his head.

She goes to sit next to him on the bed, resuming her focus to the TV. All he can look at is her.

The crewneck fits her perfectly. All he's thinking about is pushing her down on the bed and fucking her senseless while she's wearing his sweatshirt.

It's getting late and he's painfully hard, wild thoughts running through his mind, wishing that the two of them had more time together before he had to go back home.

And soon that time comes. She walks him to the door, disappointed that this get together was like the rest; where nothing happened between them.

She doesn't notice the obvious erection because he seems in such a hurry to go, she thinks she did something wrong.

"Bye, Y/N," He says, giving her a wave before quickly heading out. He didn't even know if he'd make it to his car. He stops himself, looking back at her door.

Y/N is making her way back upstairs before she hears loud banging at the door.

She's confused and goes back to open the door and Michael bursts in, grabbing her quickly and pulling her in, grabbing her face with both hands, kissing her passionately. He couldn't help himself. She's intoxicating. And he's shocked that she's kissing him back.

His hands roam her body as he slightly grinds against her stomach, getting as much friction as possible. She reaches around his neck, tugging on his hair and he lets out a groan, breaking the kiss.

His hand is in hers, and she's leading him up to her room. He kicks the door shut behind him and his lips are back on hers. He pulls his sweatshirt off her and chuckles.

"Thief." He jokes.

"You left it here."

"I'm glad I did," He says, resuming the kiss only to break it again. "You look so fucking good in it. I couldn't help myself. If your other clothes weren't enough..."

He kisses her again roughly.

So he did notice.

She smiles into the kiss. His hands are groping her ass, feeling every inch of her. Her back slightly arches, rubbing against his erection and he hisses. He pushes her onto the bed, planning on doing exactly what he wanted to.

He tears her shirt off and reaches for her breasts, squeezing them tightly as he continues to kiss her, but stops again and she wines.

"You're okay with this, right?" He asks.

"More than okay."

"Good," He begins kissing her neck, unclasping her bra. "Because you have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this; under me, face fucking flushed."

His hand brushes her cheek and then immediately dives back in to scatter hickeys all along her neck. Her stomach is fluttering and she grabs his face to pull him back in for a kiss but he avoids it, biting her breast and then sucking. She lets out small cries as he kneads her other one and grinds against her. His hand reaches down and he circles her clit through her pants. He moves her hips up and she helps him get her pants off.

He's impatient, tearing off her panties in a heartbeat and dives in with kitten licks and can taste her getting wetter by the second. Her backs arching and her chest moves up and down rapidly as he goes faster, moving his tongue down to her leaking hole and licking up all her juices. He moves his hand to her clit, pressing down and rubbing in tight, fast circles while continuing to devour her.

"Fuck," She struggles to get out, trying to muffle her moans with a pillow. Michael grabs it quickly and throws it across the room and then sucks on her clit harshly. She lets out a loud moan and she's shaking, nearing her release, but then Michael stops suddenly anther eyes widen. She sits up and grabs his arm. "Please don't stop, Michael, it feels so good."

"I want you to release around me."

He's pulling his pants down, his thick cock springing out of his pants has Y/N's mouth watering.

He lines himself up with her, rubbing against her to lubricate himself. She's grinding her pussy against him, biting her lip and letting out small winces. He's enjoying her wining, continuing to tease her which grows her frustration.

"Michael," She wines. "Fucking put it in."

His hand slowly travels up her body and then wraps around her neck.

"Darling, I'll put it in when I want to," He smirks, earning a glare from her. She continues squirming and grinding, desperate for it. She feels hot, she's aching for him.

"Please," She begins to beg. With that, he pushes himself into her and release a pent up moan. He stays in her for a moment, looking at her expression. Her legs are spread wide open for him, her face red, lips puffy, panting like a dog. He pulls out and pushes back in, quickening his pace as she become more adjusted to his cock.

She's loud, throwing her head back as her hands travel to his hair too tug. He's pounding her hard, groaning loudly as she tugs and as he feels her walls fluttering around him.

"Taking me so well," He kisses her cheek. "Just like I always knew you would, perfect little thing."

Her eyes roll to the back of her head as he sweet talks her and she lifts her hips to follow his rhythm, feeling him deep inside of her. He goes faster and she feels him everywhere, hitting her sweet spot so perfectly.

"God, it feels so good,"

His hand grabs her neck harshly and he stares into her eyes while continuing to fuck her ruthlessly.

"Yeah? Who's making you feel so good? Cause it's certainly not God."

"You," She says, her doe eyes looking deep into his dark ones. She moves her hips faster as the coil in her stomach begins to snap.

His movements become sloppy as he chases his own release.

Y/N's nails dig into his back and he kisses her again, feeling her clench against him.

"You gonna cum?" He questions. She nods her head quickly. "Yeah? You're gonna cum nice and hard on my cock? Yeah?"

"Mhm." She nods, her wet sounds, moans, and Michael pounding into her fills the room. Her eyes roll back when she finally releases, Michael following shortly behind her, making sure every bit of his seed goes inside of her.

He pulls out, the two of them panting relentlessly. She closes her legs but Michael pushes them back open, leaning down to lick up the mess that the two of them made.

"You're so. Fucking. Hot." He says in-between licks. She smiles, not responding, comprehending what had just happened.

"Why didn't you kiss me sooner?" She asks.

He stops what he's doing and kisses her once more.

"Believe me, I've wanted to," He moves her strands of hair behind her ears. "But you, in my fucking sweatshirt, I just couldn't control myself."

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zombieslvt · 3 years ago

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You pick me apart

dandy mott x reader

warnings : smut, mommy kink, bdsm, knife kink and blood kinks i think thats it-

You were in your tent at the time and you were a freak I might add. You were called Frankenstein. You could put apart your body limb from limb like no other. Elsa made you the opening act for some rich man who had bought the whole show out for the night. You hadn't met Jimmy yet because Elsa was keeping you as a surprise for everyone. You were most pampered and taken care of by Elsa because you were like the daughter she never had. She saw something in you more than the other freaks. You were magnificent beyond any other and you could help others with her singing numbers by conducting with just your hand being there. You asked Elsa when you could come out and meet everybody. Elsa whispered softly “soon dear, they just aren't ready for you yet!” soon after she starts to style your hair and you sigh “i just want to be normal and not ashamed! After all these years I've never felt normal!” you claimed, Elsa gasped “Darling you are more than normal you are Stunning,ravishing, Gorgeous! Everyone will love you here!” Elsa claimed.

Soon after that Elsa called everyone to the tent. Everyone looked at you with a gape. All of the freaks, even Jimmy, were flabbergasted by your beauty. You looked like no one there because you were different. The good kind of difference, the difference they wanted and have been looking for since they had been suffering in debt. Jimmy of course winked at you and you blushed and smiled and waved back. Dot looked very jealous at this moment because you could already tell that she already liked him and you couldn't get in between that because this was meant to be your family like no other. You decided to smile and introduce yourself and show what you could do. You ripped your hand off your forearm and made her hand walk to the crowd of freaks and they gasped. They already loved you as soon as they laid eyes on you. Soon enough you were getting ready and you were tightening your black corset to compliment your hourglass figure. Elsa was starting the show and you were about to go backstage and you looked through the curtains and saw a very well dressed man with an older woman probably his mother and the rest of the whole tent was empty except for them.

She was exasperated by his looks; she was like no one she had seen before. You could imagine the many things he could do to you at any moment in time. He made your knees weak, your stomach turn, he made you head over heels without even lifting a finger! You were already nervous about performing for him and both of your hands are shaking. Dandy was annoyed as usual because they were taking so long he claimed “ Mother why are they taking so long!?” he whined to his mother beside him, where she claimed “ Oh don’t worry dear I'm sure they are gonna start soon!” Dandy pouted in his seat waiting for the show to start and noticed you peacing and grabbed his binoculars. You quickly hid behind the curtain but he was fascinated by you already. He already wanted to see what kind of freak you are, With such a beautiful face that takes his breath away. In a few minutes Elsa opens the curtains and she announces everyone singing them in, Following with the Pinheads, Ma petite, Ethel, and everyone else.

It was getting to the iching point of your main act to show that you were the best act there. You were shaking but you knew what you were supposed to do. Dandy was already amazed by all the freaks he had seen. But he was looking for YOU. As the curtains opened to reveal you and your glory. Dandys eyes gleamed like they never had before. He looked at you in awe, watched as your torso disconnected from your legs. He wanted you. All of you, not just one part of you. As soon as your show ended Dandy demanded to see you after the show by Elsa's request and you wanted to get ready of course. I mean he looks like he has money and he was able to rent out the whole house for 1 night and he's dressed the part. Dandy starts complaining that Elsa is keeping you from him. You were slowly getting ready and you stepped out and he looked like he was in love as soon as he saw you. He offered Elsa 40 grand for you and Elsa kept saying no until you finally spoke up. “ I will go with you for 60 grand for them. They need it and if it means starting with you for them to be happy so be it.” Dandy sparked that devious smirk of his and his mother agreed. Dandy walked you to his car and all of your luggage. As soon as you guys pull up, you realize how rich dandy actually is he has a huge mansion and probably many rooms that they probably don't even know about.

Dandy quickly grabbed your hand as soon as you guys reached the house.

“Mother Tell Dora to bring her luggage in!” Dandy claimed as he grabbed your wrist with a huge amount of grip and entered a room with a stage, toys and many other assortments. Which you believed to be the “playroom” and thinking he took you in the wrong direction. “ Dandy, is this the right room? I believe this is a childrens playroom.” Dandy looked at you with one cold stare and claimed. “Yes, it's MY playroom. And we are gonna play a game!” You gulped in surprise at realising dandy wasn't really mature mentally in the head. But it didn't hold back any dirty or suspenseful thoughts you had about him since the beginning. “Now the game we are gonna play is called firetruck! You touch the other player and once the player says red light the other player stops okay?” You agreed with Dandys statement and sat in a chair across from him. You took a deep breath and Dandy started. You said green light he started to graze your neck, and started getting close to your chest. You blushed deeply at this action but he was looking at you with those piercing blue eyes of his. Dandy slowly went down your stomach, you said yellow light and he went slower. But then when he got to your v line and you yelled red light he looked at you directly in the eyes and said. “ Firetrucks don't stop for red lights my dear.” As dandy said, he slowly grazed your heat making you shiver. He noticed your admiration and smirked with that devious smirk of his. “ You’re such a slut for me aren't you Y/n?” You gulped and did not respond. This caused him to get angry and he said it again while rubbing your heat as he said it.“ AREN'T YOU? You whimpered out “ Y-Yes Dandy.” you looked at him and he yanked your hair so your face was less than 2 inches apart from his “ Im your god you understand? I get to do whatever I want to do with you. And nobodys gonna stop me, Because you’re MINE.” You gulped and agreed and his devious smile showed again. “Now I want you to follow my orders.” Dandy grabs your wrist and brings you to his room and grabs ropes and handcuffs and a knife. Your eyes widen looking at the items he had. Dandy continues to throw you on the bed and ties you to the bed. “And if you think of escaping or making a noise without my permission you will lose our new game! And you will get a punishment.” He laughed sinisterly and looked at the knife in his hand. You looked at him but you acted like you totally were not into it which you totally were and your arousal grew as you saw him in that sinister light. You blush as he starts to hover over you. Dandy starts by kissing your neck which makes your breath hitch. You were so close to moaning and knew there was a punishment. You bite your lip trying to hold in your moans making you feel like your skin was on fire. Dandy starts to leave hickeys on your neck making sure people knew that you were his. “I want you to know that, You are mine. No exceptions. You better remember you are my slut and my slut only.” Dandy sneers at you and starts to suck down your body and gets to your glorious heat and starts to suck your clit. You moan in euphoria as he takes your clit between his lips. “ uh uh what did i say?” Dandy whispers in his husky voice.”not to make a sound unless permitted or i get a punishment..” swiftly you felt a shock of pain against your thigh from the knife as he carved the letter D in your thigh. You had to admit his actions made you want him even more than before, his possessiveness, his physic, his manor, all intrigued you and made you want more. You bit your lip as you watched dandy start to lick the blood from the wound he created. Making you bite your lip in the process. All of the thoughts going through your mind of what dandy could do to you is endless. While you were dreaming, Dandy connects lips with you and slowly rubs your throbbing clit while you feel an obvious hard member against your thigh. You whine in his mouth and he pulls back and smirks with that devious smile of his and carves the letter M right next to the letter

D he already carved making you wince in pain. Soon after dandy licks the blood off after the next wound which made you desire him more and more you could tell he was throbbing by the outline of his pants. You smirk at his action and bite your lip. “So Dandy it looks like you're all hard for mommy~.” Dandy groans under his breath and starts to have a temper tantrum and chokes you hard causing you to be more turned on. “I want you to know that getting smart with your mouth isnt gonna help you.” he groaned huskily. You whimpered at that and you watched him slowly strip which made your aching core drown itself. As soon as he was stripped down Dandy lunged himself at you putting the knife behind your back and cutting the bra causing it to fall off of you. Dandy continues to grab one of your breasts and take the other into his mouth causing you to moan as he suckled on to your hard nipple. You moan softly as he sucks hard on your breast. Dandy slowly kisses down your body and looks at you and slowly rubs the tip of his member against your glistening heat. You whimper at that because you have such a deep desire of him. “It makes me so happy how you make me feel so good when you look pathetic under me.” Dandy slowly glides the knife against your thigh as he eased himself into you making you tear up from the size. He groans as your walls wrap around his member making you feel like heaven, a personal heaven made just for him. He sucks your neck lovely as he pounds the deep crevasse of your pussy. He moans in your ear as he starts to bottom out. “Mommy…” he whined. “yes love? Is there something wrong?” you asked sneeringly even thought u felt like you were being ripped to pieces in paradise. “Y-you feel so good mommy.” Dandy whines. “Make me feel good baby.” you whimpered. He slowly pounds into with ease and you moan out a symphony of screams and moans of pleasure. As he pounded into you he let tiny little whimpers. Which pushed you slowly to the edge. He started to fasten his pace which made him grunt under his breathe. “Fuck…” You almost lost it right then and there due to his little noises made you crumble into him. He starts to pound into you faster and faster pushing your realise closer and closer. Moan indicating you were going to let go. Dandy continues to go fast as possible making you explode your juices all over his cock. Soon after he realises shortly after you. Dandy gets up and unties you and cock warms you until you both fall asleep. “We should play this game again sometime.” Dandy whispered as he kissed your neck. “Yes yes we should.” you replied as you drifted off to sleep.

#dandy mott #dandy mott x reader #ahs freakshow #ahs smut #ahs imagine #ahs fandom #finn wittrock #finn wittrock imagine #dandy mott smut

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supercap2319 · 3 years ago

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We need a Halloweentown male reader Cromwell x male characters.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #halloween town #Kalabar #daniel kountz #finn wittrock #Cody #Lucas Grabeel #Ethan dalloway

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choerypetal · 4 years ago

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We are family. Harry Gardner x Reader

Harry and Y/N met each other at The Muse when both talented writers confess about their lack of ambitions and creativity. Thus when Harry takes down into the same path as Y/N, he decides to make an offer.

Warning : Spoiler from Episode 5!

Enjoy 🕸 💊

You heard about what happened to the Gardner family. Not long ago you were having an inspiring discussion with your agent only to be interrupted with a call from a rather calm Ursula. Without truly wishing to interfering with questions you rushed your way to their home to be welcomed by Harry. However, it wasn’t the Harry you once knew when he and his family first moved it. His eyes were empty as if, if you looked at him for a certain period of time could easily lost yourself through him as well.

His breathe was heavier and by the time he speaks just broke down, his hands cupping his face not wanting you to see him in this situation. Wishing it everything was just a dream. “Doris… Doris… she.” Inhale, breathe, he kept telling himself, soon enough breaking into a soft cry and you reaching out for him in a hug of comfort.

Not truly being the best at easing nor formally comforting anybody, you knew however, what it felt to either loose someone you loved or sacrifice them for your own success. Either way, as Harry leaned forward into your warm embrace hushed him to calm before he could speak properly, scanned the room as if it was trying to find what could’ve possible caused him to be in such a state.

“She took the pill.” Alma’s sweet voice echoed so clear in fact, you were sure she was at least a few feets away from you yet to be found right on the edge of the stairs from the second floor of the house. Frowning by the answer Harry hisses, gripping your shirt as he lifted up his head inhaling another deep breathe before looking back at his daughter. Not daring to leave his glare out of sight.

The innocent look on Alma’s face once she realized the consequences to her own actions weirdly to her own satisfaction had changed into the same emptiness, her father welcomed you just a few hours prior.

“Y/N, Alma asked Doris to take the pill. When I clearly asked her not to.” Harry’s voice suddenly calmed itself trying to find it’s power and just like that snapped. You stood their silently as he let out a dry chuckle almost loosing himself into insanity. “I am so sorry you have to see us like that, I don’t even know why Ursula called you in the first place.”

Ursula whom you met through out her stay in Provincetown knew you were one of the talent individual in which just like Harry and many others, had found great success. Just moving here was to good to be true in the manager’s eye not long enough to learn about the magic pill, from god knows who. “She’s like one of you. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

How could she possibly knew? She was right alright that is but something inside you kept you from telling the truth. Uncomfortably not truly knowing how to reply, Harry frowned by the words coming from Ursula. “What is she even talking about?”

From the moment you entered to learn about what had happened, it was as if, Doris didn’t even mattered and that now you became the conflict of tonight’s mess. Your eyes glanced from Alma to Ursula then to Harry who’s impatience grew, fists almost too tight it could easily break the window’s glass if he wanted too. “Y/N???”

“It is true… isn’t? When you want success right through your door but nothing comes up where do you try to look up. People telling you how horrible your work is, degrading you by the minute. Yes, Harry. I am like one you. I, also took the pill. It all happened so fast when I met-”

Harry’s mind felt heavier, not the Y/N he had met a few weeks ago. No as if losing Doris wasn’t enough for him to put an end to it all. Thus, when Alma’s cold hand touched his. The emptiness of her eyes soon sparks with joy making Harry realizing what her daughter had been wishing all along too, a real family.

Realizing you had not moved from your spot, the moment you entered. The soon broken Harry you had seen transformed itself into the happiest man on earth. The smile quietly creeping through his features, enough for his daughter and him to understand what was to come next.

“Alma, dear. Can you go upstairs with aunt Ursula?” Smiling at his daughter by giving her little tap on her head, you noticed how you never truly seen him acting in such a way you admired so. A father you once lost and hated at the same time that you felt great full for both the family to have Harry as a father. Even with the events that were currently happening, he held it strong and it inspired you very much so.

Offering you a drink that you kindly accepted both of you sat at the couch, slightly approaching from one another as if you both knew how much you needed each other. “I am deeply sorry about…” Cutting you with him hushing you by saying you weren’t apart of the problem and how in fact it was devastating for everyone in the family including, himself. “You see, Y/N we both know how we…”

“Craving for each other?” He chuckles at your respond, nodding not truly finding other ways to express the best feeling in other way. “Might I say by the way you look at me and when I do, we are meant to be one.”

Listening to his words like a beautiful melody being rocked through the ocean’s waves, loosing yourself into his own thoughts you knew what he meant. “You are like me, like Alma , Belle Noire, Austin, like one of us. Just imagine how successful we’d all have. Heck even Alma just by hearing your name has always found comfort in you and looked upon you like a goddess you are.”

Pausing by his words and to recollect his offer both what he was saying was right, ever since you passed your time here everyone enjoyed your company. From Ursula to the designer that came once in a while before Doris could rest any longer. Harry took both of your hands by cupping them into his. His warmth that protected them felt like home, something you never could truly have nor have experienced in years.

“So…?” His sweet voice of his quickly made you snap back to reality as you felt a grin on your face appearing and nodding eagerly almost laughing at the thought of what life was bringing you for the rest of your days. Everything happened way too quick and yet such satisfaction could not repair the damage your past once made.

With joy and excitement, Harry could not help himself hands now cupping your face admiring the beauty that faced him saying how great all three could you become. The rush of lust and passion as his lips soon leaned to brush themselves against yours so hungry for one another that not even the both of you wanted to detached from this kiss. Thus, when you let out a giggle between a few short kisses yours hands now placed on his chest for him to stop in order to find the chance to breathe once again. “Alright alright, I’m in. Harry Gardner. I love you..”

Harry laughed with content, welcoming you into his arms. Pressing a soft kiss on your forehead as you reach for him. “I love you to. We are going to be our perfect selves, the best anyone will ever seen. To the Gardner.”

“To the Gardner.” As the cheer came to an end and both of you enjoying the rest of the night in the living room a curious yet rather pleased Alma had sneaked out from her room. Looking at what was you and Harry now cuddling in each other’s arm she knew that for once, she had finally found the perfect family she ever wanted.

“Goodnight, Mommy and Daddy.”

#harry gardner x yn #harry gardner x reader #harry gardner #harry gardner ahs #austin sommers imagines #austin sommers x reader #ahs double feature #ahs x you #ahs imagine #finn wittrock #evan peters imagine #tate langdon #dandy mott #ahs murder house #ahs apocalypse #ahs x reader #imagines

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komotionlessqueenmm · 4 years ago

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Imagine # 824

Words - 453

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @violetharmond (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2021

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With the project finally finished (Y/n) drove to her new house, a giddy sensation bubbling within her. As she drove down the long gravel driveway, her excitement intensified as she finally seen the house, after passing the thicket of trees. "It's perfect." (Y/n) murmured to herself as she parked her vehicle, hoping out as soon as she cut the engine. It truly was her perfect dream house, practically straight outta her dreams. With an excited giggle she rushed for the front door, unlocking it and quickly toured the interior. "I love it!" (Y/n) cried out with a laugh, her voice echoing through the house.

That night her sleep was restless, tossing and turning the entire night. Nightmares plaguing her mind, of a man begging and pleading for his life, later drowning in a trick tank. When she finally woke up that morning, she sluggishly wondered into the kitchen, making herself a simple breakfast. As she sat eating she jumped in fright, having thought she seen someone out of the corner of her eye. However when she didn't find anyone, she chalked it up to her tired brain playing tricks on her. But while she was doing up the dishes she used, she noticed a man wondering around outside of her house. So with minor annoyance she dried off her hands and exited her house, approaching the man with the intent to tare him a new one for being on her property.

"Excuse me." (Y/n) called out, freezing in her tracks when he turned to face her. It was the man from her dream, the man she watched beg for his life then drown. "Y-you." She stammered taking in his appearance. "Yes?" He tilted his head, checking her out as she had him. "Who are you?" (Y/n) asked with a frown. "Dandy Mott." He held his head high, clearly proud of who he is. His name struck a bell, remembering that was one of the names of the people murdered on her property some time ago. "Are you a ghost?" (Y/n) asked without much thought. "Unfortunately." He pouted in a huff, crossing his arms.

Weeks have gone by and day in, and day out she spent her free time with Dandy. Talking about what happened to him, what kind of life he lived, and why he did what he did. She felt for him despite the horrid thing he'd done, and she understood him better than anyone ever had in his life. Due to this Dandy found himself rather attached to her, practically obsessing over her to a dangerous degree. But (Y/n) didn't care much about this, finding his company to endearing and comforting.

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*I was super distracted while writing this, so it might not be very good, sorry.

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duffywifey · 3 years ago

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Flavor | Tristan Duffy x fem!reader

No actual plot just filthy smut (which might not be filthy to you, but it is to me can’t believe I wrote this jsdgjdgndj)

Warnings: smut, oral, fingering, blood/drinking blood, penetration

Word count: 1453

A/N: lol this is my first ever finished and published smut so please go easy on me. Ending is kinda rushed and bad sorry 😭 I might add more parts to this because I have ideas :) Enjoy!

You met Tristan in a nightclub few nights ago. He helped you get rid of some nasty jerk so you bought him a drink to thank him even though he insisted on buying you one. One drink led to another, few drinks led to the dance floor and the dance floor led to his hotel room. You thought it was going to be a one-night-stand and you’d never see him again, but the next weekend you saw him at the bar again. And the next one. And the next one. And the next one—

Soon enough it was obvious that you two had become a thing. When he gained enough trust in you, he let you on a little secret of his that he was a vampire. At first you didn’t believe him, of course, but he convinced you somehow, you don’t even know how.

Tonight wasn’t any different from the other nights. You were already in the elevator on the way up to his room, him kissing you fiercely all over and slamming you from wall to wall. The only time you parted was when the elevator dinged and you had to wait for him to open the doors of his room.

Once the door was closed, you were all over each other again. He held your face tight and close, leading you backwards toward the bed. The back of your legs hit the edge of the bed and you let him push you down, him falling on top of you. You both chuckled continuing the kiss. His hands found the rim of your dress pulling it upwards, revealing your lacy black lingerie. You ripped his shirt open, making buttons fly around, no longer being able to wait and feel his naked skin on top of yours. He cocked an eyebrow obviously amused.

He removed your dress, kissing down your neck and leaving you only in your panties. He began placing pepper kisses down your throat and collar bone until he reached your chest. He cupped one of your breasts while kissing and sucking on the other. He would lick and graze his teeth on your nipple, his fingers playing with the other one, massaging your boob while you hissed in pleasure, tangling your fingers in his hair and trying to pull him even closer into you.

He rose up, taking your hands and pining them above your head, taking you all in with his eyes. The sight of you, helpless underneath him, made him even harder. You impatiently waited for his next move, for him to touch you…

“Tristan, please…” you started.

He smirked. He wanted you to beg, he loved it. He wanted to know if you needed him as much as he needed you. He traced a finger from between your chest down your stomach making you shiver. He played with the hem of your panties, delaying just to drive you crazy. He lightly ran his fingers over your cunt, soft moan escaping your lips.

“Is this what you want?” he whispered, caressing his fingers against your panties.

You nodded your head, afraid if you were to speak you wouldn’t be able to form words. He pulled your panties aside and now was really feeling you.

“God, you’re already wet and I barely touched you.” he bent down to kiss you, obviously satisfied with himself.

He rubbed your clit in slow circles with his thumb while his index finger found a way to your entrance. You gasped, breaking the kiss. He buried his head between your neck and shoulder and you threw your head back, giving him more space. He sucked on your skin slipping another finger in and picking up the pace. Your moans were getting louder and he knew you were getting close.

“Not just yet, babe.” he pulled out his fingers, hovering above you and licking them. He moaned. “You just keep tasting better and better.”

Off guard, you took him by the shoulders, flipping you around and straddling him. You went straight for his neck, your hands roaming his torso while your hips rocked back and forth. He completely surrendered under you. Without a warning you unclasped his belt, pulling his pants down alongside with his underwear in a fast motion. Before he could wrap his head around, you already took his fully grown member in your mouth. You were determined to get revenge on him for not letting you cum earlier and drive him nuts.

“Shit…” he hissed, rising to his elbows to take a look at you.

You maintained eye contact, tracing your tongue from the base of his dick up to the tip you sucked hard on. Holding onto his thighs for support, you could feel them clench under your palms. You started bobbing your head up and down again making him grip the sheets and throw his head back, letting out low moans before you went for a deepthroat. His hands immediately flew to your head and held it into place. You chocked and he let you go, but only for a moment to take a deep breath before he was down your throat again.

“Oh, for the love of God, Y/N!” he yelled and you rose up, your cheeks all flushed and lips all plumped.

You smiled wickedly, slowly jerking him off. “How was that?”

“Absolutely amazing, babe.”

“Well, I’m not done with you just yet.” you said crawling up to him.

“No—” before he could finish, you positioned yourself above him and slid down.

You both moaned from the sudden sensation. His hands grasped your hips, guiding you up and down. You leaned forward, just enough for your boobs to be in his face. He grabbed one in his palm and caught the other with his mouth.

“Got a lot on your hands?” you teased, one hand into his hair and the other on his shoulder for support.

He loudly moaned in response. That was enough to make you detach for a moment and just enjoy his wet tongue circling around your nip, his teeth nibbing every now and then. In a quick motion, he turned you over so that he was on top now. He rarely did missionary, if ever, but with you he craved that intimacy. He buried his head into your neck, leaving love bites and full bite marks all over your collarbone while thrusting into you. You softly moaned, digging your nails into his back when a thought occurred to you.

“Tristan, are you hungry?” you asked.

“I think I’m having a feast right now, babe.” he answered in between.

“Mmm,” you smiled, biting your lip. “but no, really, are you hungry?”

He stopped for a moment, backing up a little. “What are you—are you—”

“Yes, Tristan, I want you to drink my blood.” you said all serious, pushing a strand of hair out of his face.

“Really?” he said, a glint in his eyes and the corner of his lips twitched.

“Yes, really.” you cupped his face, reassuring him.

“Well, aren’t you a good girl?” he smiled wide, kissing the palm of your hand.

In a quick silver motion, he cut a line above your breast and blood poured out. You hissed in pleasure and pain, him laughing at the sigh before licking the cut and then fully sucking on the wound. Your chest lift up as if you wanted him to take all of you and he began to move against you again, picking up the pace with every thrust. It was true, drinking blood and fucking was a divine sensation both to the giver and the receiver. Crimson was smeared all over his chin and your walls were closing in on him, his cock throbbing inside you so you both knew you were coming to an end soon. He pulled out just in time to finish on your stomach.

He gathered the cum with his bloody fingers and fed you to it. You sucked on his fingers while he was finishing you off with his free hand. He went down on you, mixing the blood on his face with your juices. He slid his tongue between your folds, going up and around, teasing your clit with occasional lick before finally sucking hard on it which threw you over the edge, making you scream louder than before.

“Come on, baby, cum for me.” he encouraged you.

And so you did. You came in his mouth and he slurped it all in. He backed up to look at you sprawled on the bed.

Licking the corners of his mouth for any remaining taste of your blood and cum he said “I guess this is my new favorite flavor.”

#american horror story #ahs #ahs hotel #ahs 5 #tristan duffy #ahs fandom #ahs fanfiction #ahs imagine #ahs imagines #ahs x reader #ahsfx #american horror story imagine #finn wittrock

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lcnelyghost · 2 years ago

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crimson river//the ahs boys period headcanons!

pairings; the ahs boys x fem reader

rating; pg13

warnings; mentions of the menstrual cycle, blood, period sex

Tate Langdon;

• Yes, he’s fully aware of what a period is. And he’s also aware that it’s something that may cause you pain, which is the one thing that Tate can’t stand seeing you in.

• He knows whenever he’s not having a good time that you usually rub small circles on his back, so this is when he returns the favour and does the exact same back to you in bed.

• Thinks it’s ridiculous that women need to go through this all for a fucking baby. His way of wording it is that the kid should suffer, not you.

Kit Walker;

• He’s willing to go anywhere to get you something that’ll soothe you’re pain. The minute you start getting cramps, he’s offski to the nearest store.

• Unlike Tate in this situation, Kit is very grateful that you’re willing to allow you’re body to let you experience this for having his kids in the near future. He knows some women have made decisions to avoid this, but you’re strong and Kit LOVES it.

• And for that, he’ll do everything in his power to make sure you’re suffering is eased slightly. No more cramps, cravings, nada.

Franken Kyle;

• The whole week he’s just really confused on why you’re getting so angry and upset quite easily.

• He ends up going to either Cordelia or someone he knows will be able to explain to him why this is happening. They inform him that he just needs to take his time with you, and try to keep you’re stress levels to a minimum.

• Kyle just goes into you’re room and gives ya one of his big old cuddles! He understands how you’re feeling, and he truly hopes a little bit of affection might cheer you up.

Jimmy Darling;

• Jimmy knows it’s a bit hard to find the necessities you’ll be needing during this time. So, he digs out a little bit of spare cash and then he’s off into town.

• He tries his best to make sure no one annoys you or waltzes into you’re trailer every five seconds. His mother slightly goes overboard, so he asks her to give you some space.

• You rely on both Jimmy and Eve through this whole week. They don’t mind at all. The two are more than happy to help you when you need it most.

Dandy Mott;

• WHAT THE FUCK DO I EVEN SAY HERE LMFSOZOJDE..

• Let’s just say, Dandy never really grew up with the ‘period talk’ and whenever his mother said ANYTHING about it, he’d scream at her and demand she stopped talking.

• You don’t see him frequently. Usually he’s in the bathroom gagging at the smell then trying to make it up to you by ordering Dora and his mother to retrieve absolutely everything you’ll be needing. It’s sickly sweet if i’m being honest.

James Patrick March;

• He’s trying his best to stop himself from insisting he be the one who’s able to soothe you’re pain.. in other ways..

• “JAMES! THAT IS ABSOLUTELY REPULSIVE!!!”

“But darling! Since when has a little blood affected me, hmm?”

• You immediately refused and he understood. Though he did say it you changed you’re mind he’d instruct Miss Evers to clean it up afterwards..

Tristan Duffy;

• No, he’s not disgusted. The only thing that’s bothering him is how fucking moody girls can be when this happens.

• He’ll sit in bed with you, trying to order some food to make you a bit happier. He manages to text someone in the hotel to bring it up to you both.

• Prepare for a week filled with cartoons and movies, because that is exactly what Tristan wants. He expects you to rest and just relax with him, snuggling together.

Rudolph Valentino;

• It’s hard for him to always be by you’re side during this week of hell. Though, if there’s times that he can be, he’ll make sure he’s there.

• Treats you with tons of expensive items, trying to make this a more happier experience for you. I suppose it’s better being treated and in pain than just being stuck in pain with no treats at all!

• He’ll look after you well. Despite him having to go out filming at certain times, he frequently contacts you so you can let him know how you’re doing.

Kai Anderson;

• Don’t even try to use this as an excuse, because Kai will literally have you pick yourself off the damn floor if it means pushing you out of bed so you’ll get up and join the cult for the day.

• Got cramps? Too bad. Kai always reminds you that you’re doing this for him and his future kids. So suck it up and act like nothing’s wrong. (SMH KAI THIS AIN’T HOW IT WORKS)

• Okay, Kai gets extremely turned on by how feisty you are whilst on you’re period. You could be yelling at the whole cult for all he cares. If it gives him pleasure, go right ahead.

Michael Langdon;

• We know for a fucking fact this man didn’t get to learn about periods before he unexpectedly aged.

• Blood doesn’t bother him. That, we’re aware of. But perhaps the smell can throw him off and make Michael a tad bit queasy.

• He obviously doesn’t know how to use a tampon, so when he finds out some women need to practically stick one up themselves, it leaves him in disbelief.

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nvwxrlvcns · 3 years ago

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I Could Get Used To This

pairing: Tristan Duffy x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, pre smut, smut mention, smoking

summary: (this is pre-hotel!!) the day after yours and Tristan’s wedding, you two spend a nice morning together in bed while on your honeymoon.

A/N: Hi everyone!! This is my first imagine I’m writing and I hope it’s good! Please give me feedback if you can! <3

You were sound asleep in your hotel bedroom, curled up beside your new husband. His arms wrapped around you from behind as your back was pressed into his warm, muscular chest. Against your ear, you can hear his small snores, his lips gently tickling your ear lobe as they pursed in his sleep. A smile formed on your lips, memories of last night replaying in your head.

You stood there in a beautiful white dress, a veil covering your face as you were walked down the aisle. You looked up a Tristan, dressed in a nice suit rather than his usual attire of a button up shirt and leather pants. You saw him wipe a tear from the corner of his eyes, causing you to smile and tear up as well. You were getting married to the love of your life, and absolutely nothing could ruin this day for you.

As you and Tristan exchanged your vows, you tried but couldn’t contain the rush of emotions you felt. You had tears of joy streaming down your face and a beautiful smile that, according to Tristan, would even make his darkest days a little brighter. He tried so hard to not just tell the minister to hurry the fuck up so he could kiss you and wipe the tears away that threatened to smudge your makeup. He gently took his thumb and wiped away the little rivers under your eyes, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

The second you said I do, he took no hesitation to sweep you off your feet and kiss you with as much passion as he had. The rest of the night went by fast, that was until you got to the hotel to celebrate your honeymoon. He barely let you get through the door before he had you on the bed, eager to make you scream his name so the entire hotel could hear you. It was one of the most lustful nights of your life, you and him doing almost every position you could think of. Any time you and Tristan had sex he would worship your body, taking his time with you as if it would be the last thing he would ever do.

After your wild, sex filled night, to say you were tired was an understatement. You almost instantly fell asleep, listening to the soft pants coming from your new husband. He constantly whispered how much he loved you as you started drifting off. He lightly placed kisses to your temples, cheeks, forehead, everywhere on your face that he could. You eventually managed to mumble an “I love you too” before you fell asleep in his arms, the happiest you have ever been.

As you were in your deep slumber, you could feel Tristan’s arms unwrap from around you and his hands start to gentle rub your shoulders. A soft moan left your lips as your eyes started opening, loving how his magic touch was soothing the aches you felt due to the previous night.

“Good morning” you said in a groggy voice. Tristan pressed small, lazy kisses to your neck. “Good morning, Mrs. Duffy” he said with a smile, still continuing to give you a gentle massage. Hearing him call you Mrs. Duffy just made your heart explode with happiness and caused butterflies to fill up in your stomach. “I could get used to you calling me Mrs. Duffy” you said with a small giggle.

You sat up in bed, the sheets loosely wrapped around your naked body. You stretched your arms back, yawning and rubbing your eyes to get used to the dim lighting of the room caused by the sun rising. Tristan sat up, grabbing a box of cigarettes and pulling one out. You always got slightly turned on when Tristan smoked. The way his lips would wrap perfectly around the cigarette, to the way he would breathe out the smoke and it would wrap perfectly around his face, it just made your legs shake and your core start to ache for him.

You watched him, studying him as if you were a predator and he was your next meal. He picked up on the look of hunger forming on your face and smirked, blowing out a puff of smoke. “Can I help you, baby girl?” he asked in a seductive tone as he put out the cigarette. You leaned forward and connected your lips to his, him instantly knowing that you wanted him.

Within an instant Tristan had you pinned down on the bed, you laying on your back and your arms above your head. He kept a firm grip on your wrists, holding them with just enough strength to keep you still, but not to hurt you. You let out a moan as Tristan started attacking your neck, biting and sucking on the skin.

“I think I could get used to this,” Tristan said in between leaving love bites on your neck, “having you begging for me every morning”. You bit down on your lip, feeling his lips trail down from your neck to your sheet-covered torso. Tristan let go of your wrists for a moment, but just to pull the sheets off of the rest of your body. Your nipples hardened from the sudden cold you felt and you can feel your arousal pooling between your legs. Tristan smirked, his hands spreading your legs apart. He bent down, hovering over your body and his lips pressed against your ear. “I hope you didn’t plan anything for today. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk”

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syrenarots · 4 years ago

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lavenderahs · 4 years ago

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"give him a little bit of space..." - tristan duffy

warnings - drug mentions, alcohol use, light mentions of suicide.

a/n - i have a rlly soft spot for tristan rip. also this is before liz & tristan are a thing. tbh just a sad fic of tristan i quickly put together.

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being a divorced woman in her late 20's, y/n's are spent at her office job. her life lacks excitement; feeling as if the divorce brought her into a depression. the sticky sweat from the san franciso humity fades off y/n's body as she enters the hotel cortez. she's seen the cortez on her communte to work, and the vibrant lights and mysterious vibe made her drawn to the hotel. after working overtime, and being scolded by her boss; she decided she needed a drink. the cortez was just as she imagined it. a beige & garnet color sceme; reminded her of the shinning. she looks up to see the bar on the second floor, the railings accented with gold. nodding at the lady working at the front; "goin to the bar?" the older woman rests against the front desk "yes ma'am" y/n smiles

stepping out of the elevator, spotting the bar to the left. a tall woman with vibrant makeup tends the bar. she notices y/n and greets her "never seen you here darling? my names liz" the woman smiles as she mixes drinks. y/n claims a bar stool "yeah. my first time" y/n weakly smiles. "just a martini" y/n fumbles with her rings as she looks to her left to see 2 other men at the bar. the one farthest from her, is a man whom wears a simple black outfit, slicked back hair and sunken in eyes. he's quiet and stays to himself; a burbon in his hand, seeming as if he had a tough day. the one closest; 2 or so barstools away. sits a man with jet black hair, accented with cherry red highlights. under his eyes are tinted purple. his hands repeatedly running through his hair, his thumbs lightly rubbing his temples. despite the utter exhaustion and discomfort, he had beautiful features. sculpted cheekbones a thin yet masculine nose. yet the blemishes still came through his skin.

the man drops his head towards my direction. held up by the same arm which holds his drink. he sniffles "never seen a put together girl like you, ever at the cortez" he jokingly scoffs. she gives him a inviting smile "yeah yeah, just a girl who needs to escape for a little while" y/n chuckles before sipping her drink. "yeah..don't escape for too long, or you'll end up here, like me" the man quiets his voice. no matter how much vibrant colors he accessorized with, y/n could still feel the grey aura from him. easing the silence y/n says "my names' y/n, whats yours" she turns to face him. he props himself on his elbows, as his hands fumble with a glass. "i'm tristain, tristain duffy" he says with a weak smile. y/ns eyes turn to an analyzing squint "you seem like a charming character" tristan simply laughs "if charming means being a model and a coke addict, then youre right" it clicks to y/n, a crimson shade highlights his nose, his wrists being thinner than she noticed before, how hoarse his breath is. y/n exhales "how much is a room here?" before tristan could answer, liz chimes in "around $60, i can get you a room if you'd like" y/n gives liz a nod and hands her cash. "tristan, you wanna stay with me for the night?" i know we just met but i wanna know more about you" tristan stares dumbfounded "me? i mean yeah i guess" he agrees just as liz brings the key to y/n. "enjoy" liz smiles and walks away

y/n and tristan sit side by side on the hotel bed. he inhales "you know, just tell me if you wanna hook up, most time that's why girls invite me here" he confesses. y/n stares into his eyes "tristan...no..." her hands move to caresss his cheek. utter release falls upon his face. as if he hasnt experienced true compassion in years. "youre hurting tristan, I can tell" her other hand grasps his. holding it gently. he begins to tear up, no longer able to speak. y/n lets him fall in her arms, caressing him in comfort. his whimpers turning into sobs. "i-i need to stop doing coke, i need to stop sleeping around, i wanna be happy y/n" he chokes out. "hey, hey, i know. youre gonna be okay, just let it out" y/n spends the next hour caressing his hair, cooing him to sleep. the connection and utter care y/n had for tristan was so strong. barely knowing the man, she took him in to try and ease whatever pain his caring soul had. she never prayed, but she did that night, just for tristan to feel some sort of happiness, for the darkenes to end.

little did she know, that night saved tristan. eased his suicidal thoughts and put a stop to his plan the following days later. that one night, influenced tristan to get clean. and in the end, he regained his spark. tristan never forgot the put together girl he met at the cortez....

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