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lotties-ashwagandha · 2 years

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ROCK A LITTLE

pairing: sally mckenna x reader

word count: 702

notes and warnings: i’m still learning how to play the guitar so don’t come for me i’m no expert lol <3 title from “rock a little” by stevie nicks. also this is not proofread

summary: you find some of sally’s old music and try to play it , but can’t quite get the rhythm right without her help

taglist (if you’d like to be added or taken off, let me know!): @mayfair-fleur @traumatisedfangirl @cordeliass @paulsonsratched @goodeday2u @thedeconstructionist @cartoonpeoples

Screams echoed from somewhere in the hotel, and you sighed. It had been the third guest to be taken care of within a two hour period, and while you understood that this part of California in the summertime was undoubtedly fated to be packed, the Cortez should have been the last hotel anyone would have wanted to stay in anyways. It was terribly annoying to hear the deaths, to witness their spirits walking the halls for the first time.

You’d been stuck in the hotel for close to five years. You had gotten through it only by having Sally at your side, helping her to kill her ex, a detective that had drawn too much attention to the hotel.

Since then, you had taken on an array of short-lived hobbies to cure the unceasing boredom that came with never leaving the hotel. You had gone from crochet to writing, writing to baking, baking to gardening… the list was never-ending.

Your most recent hobby had turned out to be playing the guitar. You had played a bit when you were younger, but since then life had taken you in a different path — death brought you back to it, it would seem. Sally had been helping you a bit, and you had stolen her phone to watch YouTube tutorials.

Yet earlier in the morning, after Sally had gone to help Iris with a matter of her son and you were left with your guitar in your hotel room, you had found some of Sally’s old music buried under her bed. It hit you with a pang that all of it had been written when she was still alive, and that nothing had been written since the day she checked into the Cortez.

You shuffled through some of the sheets of music, coming across one in particular that caught your interest — it was a song about death, of all things, as if you had not experienced enough of it already.

Sitting on the bed, you played through the first couple of chords, feeling out the strumming pattern, attempting to get the rhythm right. There was a specific alternation of chords that kept tripping you up, switching from an A to an F. The pause between the chords as you switched between them was longer than you would’ve liked, and every time you played the song it seemed to be getting worse.

After about twenty minutes of failed attempts, you stopped, looking down at your guitar with slight contempt. Part of you wanted to fling it across the room, but then again the guitar had been terribly hard to aquire in the first place since you couldn’t leave the hotel.

A hand trailed across the expanse of your back, and you didn’t have to turn around to know who it belonged to, but you did anyway, for she was irresistible. It had frightened you at first, her tendency to just appear at random, but now this habit seemed sacred.

“You’re playing my music?” Sally whispered, her eyes filled with tears.

You nodded, and it occurred to you that you hadn’t asked her if you could. You had hardly questioned the music being under the bed, for the hotel room was always a mess, nothing ever stored where one would expect it to be. “Is that okay?”

Sally nodded, smiling ever so slightly through her tears. She reached behind you to grab the neck of the guitar. “There’s an easier way to switch between the chords,” she whispered. “Let me show you.”

You nodded, watching her demonstrate and letting her move your fingers to show you to do it yourself.

After a few moments you began to play the song, and she wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her head on your shoulder. At certain points in the lyrics her grip tightened ever so slightly as you sang, and you wondered ceaselessly of the hidden meaning in the words.

At the end of the song, silence hung in the air for a few moments, thick as fog.

“Was that okay?” You asked quietly, turning to face her.

Her only answer was crashing her lips against yours, and all in a single moment the love between you was truly understood.

#american horror story #sarah paulson #lgbtq+#sarah paulson x reader #sally mckenna x reader #ahs fandom #ahs hotel

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xxsp3llb0undxx · 2 years

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Hotel Masterlist (AHS)

James Patrick March - Coming Soon

Sally McKenna - Coming Soon

Liz Taylor - Coming Soon

Will Drake - Coming Soon

Donovan - Coming Soon

John Lowe - Coming Soon

The Countess (Elizabeth) - Coming Soom

Tristan Duffy - Coming Soon

#american horror story #american horror story imagines #ahs #ahs hotel #ahs imagine #ahs x reader #james march #james patrick march #james march x reader #james march imagine #evan peters #evan peters imagine #evan peters x reader #sally mckenna #sally mckenna x reader #sarah paulson #the countess #the countess x reader #lady gaga

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capuletoo · 2 years

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Out of a crime scene - Sally McKenna

note: Hello, its been a long time and i dont know if people still read ahs fanfics :$

words: 459

summary: After the reader is murdered by the Hotel Cortez owner, she seeks freedom through a trapped soul.

In every life, this hotel has seen things no one should ever see. Screaming, colors, bleeding-

face.

The air was ripped apart by tiger-toothed words blackened by a silence more loaded than the hotel owner's gun in your mouth.

Her palms are pressed on your cheeks, warm and soft like the sheets after a long night. The blue light shines over both of your tender bodies in the bed, painting them ocean blue. Every now and then a red, and white light crosses the room alongside the sound of a cop car.

Laying her, you could even call it love, but you don't dare to think about it.

You still do not know how you made it back from this hell but one thing for sure is the scathing scars, starting to fade in a delicate shade of vermillion and you think that despite all the suffering in life, glances of the past still follow you after death.

You think that despite all your love for life`s still stuck in these warped walls, your hands still shake, but you feel them stronger than they look. They'll tear up the boards, doors fling open, the windows.

Sally's lips circle your mouth and vibrate around your roaring lips. They poison you, tie you, and the only witness: This twilight

"Can you hear me? fuck it. Were free"

There are no peaceful nights from here on out. Only ache, only misery, only cosmos trapped inside the Cortez.

Her breath, was steady and warm against your neck as if every fight and every fuck you had were tucked deep beneath these navy-blue sheets. Our bodies are wind and the bed, rock. Wind beats rocks.

The perfect ratio of soft but not too soft skin of her skin soothes the ambiance. It's not until your fingers run along her right arm. Making its way from her shoulder to her wrist. Midway you feel a lump on the inside of her elbow.

Stare at the purple-blue tinted skin. "It`s not serious," Sally says when she puts a tiny metal can inside one of the drawers, in the motion, she removes your hand from the mark.

"It's not serious until youre bleeding. More than you can afford. Until you`d rather jump from the roof than retreat." You say.

An exhaled laughter echoes through the room. "There`s no way I could go back to life. It doesn't matter anymore, I'm dead." She says, and words cut you up like daggers. "And I didn't wish to jump, I was pushed off"

You lay there, tears wanting to escape because everyone that was cursed inside the hotel knew that you were not free.

It's not serious until sighs switch to words more loaded than shotguns.

#ahs fanfiction #ahs fanfic #ahs fandom #ahs hotel #ahs season 5 #ahs sally mckenna #sally mckenna #sally mckenna x reader #american horror story #american horror story fandom #american horror story cult #americanhorrorstorycoven #american horror story hotel #sarah paulson #ahs sarah paulson #lgbtq

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safic4-m · 2 years

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🚬🦁You promised

Pairing: Sally McKenna x Fem Lector

Author’s note: Me lleva la chingada

Word count: 672

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

After all this time here you were, in front of the Hotel Cortez.

Years ago you had promised Sally that you would go out and live your life, but now there was no other option.

You had been a couple years ago and she felt bad because she thought you were clinging to this place just for her, you were too good for this hell as she said, so she asked you to leave.

At first you didn’t want to do it, you didn’t want to lose the, you wanted to be with her no matter what, but you realized that you being there hurt her more than if you weren’t there.

But now you were here willing to accept your fate.

You are dying, your body has betrayed you and now there is no other choice. There is no one who can help you, the treatments and medicines do not help you, so the best thing you could do was to return to the hotel, at least you could spend your eternity with her and although you know she will not be happy with this, you are sure she will not be alone any longer.

As you walk in you find your old friend Liz at the front desk.

-It’s been years since I’ve seen you, what brings you here,- she asks, giving you a look.

-I want to be with her,- you say giving her a hug.

-But she wants you to live your own life out there,- she says as she pulls away.

-I know and I did it while I could, but my time is running out,- you reply forcing a smile.

The woman pulls you into another hug and you can’t help but cry, you had already accepted your death but going back to the hotel brought back so many memories.

-You promised,- interrupts a familiar voice.

-Now is not the time Sally,- Liz scolds the blonde.

-She promised,- raising the volume of her voice.

-Mackenna, it’s not the time,- she says releasing you to face the blonde.

-You always said that promises can’t be broken, but a-

-I’M DYING,- you interrupt his little outburst before he can continue.

-What?

-I’m running out of time and I came back so I could be with you, you idiot,- you confess, watching the blonde’s face fall.

In the privacy of her room Sally hugs you tightly burying her face in the space of your neck inhaling your scent, you return her embrace running your hand through her hair.

-It’s not fair,- she says feeling your tears wetting your clothes.

-I know

-You were supposed to have a long and prosperous life,- he says with sadness in his voice.

-But what’s the point of having a long life if you’re not there,- rubbing circles on his back.

-But…- coming out of his place on your neck.

-There’s nothing that can be done- feeling your eyes fill with tears -I want to be with you, Sally.

-No, it’s not fair, this place is hell,- shedding some tears.

-It’s hell out there if you’re not there- holding her face while you wipe her tears with your thumbs.

You had to talk to Sally for hours so she could understand why you wanted to stay at the hotel.

-Are you sure about this?- she asks, looking at you doubtfully.

-I’m sure,- leaving a kiss on the back of her hand.

You take the bottle of sleeping pills from the bedside table, to take most of them, lying down next to Sally, the blonde takes you in her arms while the pills take effect.

-How do you feel?

-I don’t know…high-, laughing at your own words, -it’s like I’m high.

-Aren’t you afraid?- she asks, playing with your hair.

-Nope,- looking at your girlfriend with so much love, -you are here,- feeling tired.

Sally noticing this starts humming a song you don’t recognize while your eyelids get heavier and heavier.

-I love you Sally- is the last thing you say before everything goes black.

The Cortez hotel was a gateway to hell, where anyone who died in it could never leave and would have to spend his eternity in those four walls, but somehow Sally was in heaven with you there with her.

#american horror story #ahs #ahs hotel #hotel #sally mckenna #hypodermic sally #sally #sally mckenna x reader #sally x reader #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader

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dreamypqulson · 10 months

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Hi :) i love your writing and was hoping you could do one wear Cordelia finds out y/n is sh on her thigh? Or something <3

— my love, mine all mine

pairing: cordelia goode x reader

word count: 1500

warnings: self harm & depression

note: i got this request during my break so it’s a little old but i still wanted to write it cause it fits with my life right now!!!

You stared blankly at your bloody thigh in front of you. With the blade still grasped in your hand you tried to breathe in, and hold for five seconds, and then let it all out. It would help they told you. It would take away the misery until you didn't feel like hurting yourself anymore.

But you laughed a little as you watched the blood drip. It felt good and that was the worst part. You wanted to keep going. You almost did. You wanted the thoughts to shut up for a minute. But right as the blade lightly touched your flesh, there was a knock at the door.

And it snapped you out of it for a minute. Really, how long were you sitting on the cold bathroom floor for? Had anyone really noticed your absence or do they just need to get into the bathroom?

"Mhm?" You hummed, shaky but nonetheless clear.

"Are you okay, darling? You disappeared on me." Right as you heard that sweet familiar voice, you bounced off of the floor. Frantically, you grabbed a tissue and applied pressure to the broken skin after hiding the blade in the back of the cabinet.

"Yeah, sorry. I'll be out in a minute."

Cordelia didn't know about what was going on. Of course, she knows you struggle with mental health, but she'd hadn't yet found out about your legs. And you weren't planning on telling her.

By the way that you spoke, she felt like something was wrong. And, naturally, she wouldn't back down. She needed to help you with whatever was wrong.

"Can I come in?" She jiggled the doorknob but it was locked. You don't ever lock doors.

The blood leaked through the thin tissue and you cursed under your breath. You couldn't clean up with a wash cloth right now. You wouldn't have enough time to hide the evidence.

You looked up at the door and your blood ran cold. Answer her! You have to answer her before she comes in!

You pulled your sweatpants back up and flushed away the bloody tissues down the toilet so she couldn’t see them in the trash. "I'm coming," you said, and at this point, you were out of breath from the verge of a panic attack.

You opened the door and Cordelia's eyes widened. You were clearly frantic and you tried so hard to not cringe at the feeling of your pants rubbing against your raw cuts.

"Are you okay?" She asked again, but now she's more suspicious. You just nod your head and walk right by her. She follows you as you throw yourself on the bed.

Something doesn't feel right to her, but she tries to make it better by laying beside you and kissing you. You started to giggle looking over at her and for a moment, you completely forget about everything that just happened. She does too.

It isn't until she looks down that her eyes widen. And you're always so cautious about getting caught that your heart immediately drops.

"Why are you bleeding?" She asks, and sits up. You sit up too, and that's when you notice the patch of crimson on your thigh. Of course you'd just happen to be wearing grey sweatpants.

"Shit," you angrily curse, and start to get up off the bed. "I'm not sure. I'll go check it out though."

You try to head towards the bathroom but Cordelia grabs your arm so you can't move. You're fucked and you know it. "No, y/n. Why are you bleeding? Do not lie to me."

You always want Cordelia when you're injured or sick, so it was unusual for you to go run off. And after you acting strange in the bathroom, she was starting to think that she knew what is going on.

"I'm not lying, Cordelia! Are you serious right now?" Your voice raised slightly, going into a defensive mode, but Cordelia was quick to calm you.

"Hey, shh, shh. None of that. Just be honest with me, sweetie, i'm not mad." She reached up and cupped your cheek. Your lip started to tremble and you couldn't hold back the waterfall of tears. You couldn't bring yourself to tell her. "Are you hurting yourself?" She asks gently.

All you do is nod, and the waterworks stream heavier down your face. You simply shatter and Cordelia wraps her arms around you like she's trying to hold every piece of you together. "Oh, my baby. Okay, shh. It’s okay," the blonde cooes in your ear, rubbing calming circles into your back.

Her warm arms and floral scent keeps you grounded. You feel safe. Maybe it is okay. "Do you want to talk about it, my lovely? Or no?"

You shake your head. You're too tired, and you don't feel like explaining everything. It's too much, too heavy, and you feel too weak.

"Okay. That's okay. Can I at least clean them for you? I don't want my girl getting an infection."

For once you speak up a quiet, "yes that's okay," and it hurts but you know that you’re being too nonresponsive already and you feel like a lot of work right now.

Cordelia grabs your hand and brings you back into the bathroom. She waits for your permission with her fingers resting on the waistband of your sweatpants. She'd wait here forever until you were ready. But you feel like you’ve already wasted so much of her time.

You nod your head and then Cordelia starts to slide your pants down your legs and you want her to stop. You want to take your permission back but you can't seem to talk. You can't seem to do anything and, god, you feel like you can't even breathe.

She doesn't gasp when she sees your bloody thigh. Her face doesn't contort into disgust. She looks so soft and gentle and you wonder how someone could be so pure enough to love someone like you.

She lifts you onto the bathroom counter. You don't even notice that you moved at first.

And even as Cordelia was looking straight at the bloody cuts, you still felt the need to lie and tell her that you weren't hurting actually yourself. It didn't feel real. Almost like you were shoved into another persons body with all of these scars and hurt on it.

You notice Cordelia looking at your whole thigh, how she can see all the old scars there. It hurts the most for her to see recent ones. Ones she can tell have been from the past weeks, even days, and she had absolutely no clue about it until now.

"I want you to tell me, my love," she says, so softly, and smiles gently too like she's not talking about you hurting yourself. "Okay? Whenever you feel like this, come to me, baby."

You nod simply, like it's the easiest task in the world. But you're not sure that you'll be able to even do that. You can see the pain and worry on Cordelia's face beneath that smile, and you don't want to hurt her anymore.

She grabs your hand, holds it there tightly. She knows you always like to hold it when you're upset or nervous, or even when you get shots at the doctors. She doesn't need to tell you that you're allowed to squeeze it; you already know you can.

Cordelia dabs away the blood with a wet cloth. It sends a sting throughout your entire body. You squeeze her hand and bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. All Cordelia can say is, "I know, I know, baby. I'm sorry. I'm almost done." And you wonder why she's apologizing. I did this. I brought this on myself. It's my fault.

Cordelia gently applies some antiseptic to your cuts and then she adds some band-aids on top. They're not the boring tan ones either. They're colorful and it even puts a smile on your face because it's such a Cordelia thing to do.

"There we go. All better," she says, as if cutting yourself wasn't the scariest thing in the world for her. But right now it is all better. You're bandaged up and Cordelia is holding your hand and smiling at you. Right now you don't hurt as much.

She leans forward and places a kiss on your nose. You crinkle it up and giggle at her. "You're so pretty, ya know." And it's not a question. She's not asking if you know that you're pretty. Because she knows that you really don't think you are. Especially not like this. But it doesn't matter right now. She just needs you to know that she thinks it so then it has to be true.

You're gonna cry again because your heart feels so tender, but then Cordelia is talking again and you get lost away in her voice. "How about we go have some hot cocoa by the fire? You feel like a little icicle." She says it like nothing has changed. Like she hadn't just found out that you're really a danger to yourself.

And you nod because you're still the same person you were to her thirty minutes ago. You still love cuddling her by the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate that she made you. That hasn't changed, neither has her love for you.

#sarah paulson #american horror story #cordelia goode #wlw #ahs #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #cordelia goode x reader #sarah paulson x reader #lesbian #billie dean howard #lana winters #cordelia foxx #ally mayfair richards #sally mckenna #wilhemina venable

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aboutcustardcreams · 1 year

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Here is a list of prompts I found online you guys can use to pair with the characters I write for in your requests :))

#sarah paulson x reader #american horror story #cordelia goode x reader #billie dean howard x reader #sally mckenna x reader #regina mills x reader #send me prompts #wilhemina venable x reader

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abeillefaeabeille · 2 years

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Take it.

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TW: dom!Alice (not soft), mommy kink, titty washing, teasing, degradation, fingering (r receiving), scissoring, mocking, spitting, vulgarity, choking, hair-pulling... I think that's it? Let me know.

idk how many words 😭

AN: Ummmm hi :) I had written this nearly a year ago, so I decided to revise it and put it on this lovely little app :) I'm currently working on finishing my first request! Let me know how you like it! (also, if you want to be a part of my tag list let me know! There are only 25 of you but, oh well) Please be kind, but if you have any suggestions or requests, don't be scared to speak up!

MINORS DNI PLEASE!! 18+!!! It makes me extremely uncomfortable at the thought of a minor interacting, please don't!!

ENJOY!

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ALICE POV

Oh how I missed my sweet baby. After a terrible day with Phyllis, having to pretend to be against who I really am, who I love, I'm exhausted and ready to be with y/n. Thankfully she allowed us all to go home early, and I almost sped to get to my kitten.

Running through the rain after getting out of the car, I run to our front door, giggling slightly as I get drenched. I burst through the door and see her head pop up from the couch in the living room.

Y/n beams and giggles at how soaked I am. “Alice! You’re home early, is something wrong?”

Oh, my sweet girl... she's always so caring and concerned about me. I smile wide and shake my head, chuckling as I start to strip in our mudroom.

“No sweetness, Phyllis let us leave early, thank goodness. It was getting suffocating.” I pout slightly and slide my unbuttoned blouse off, only in my bra and skirt now.

With a huff I make my way to the laundry room, hearing my baby following close behind like the cute little puppy she is. “I'm so sorry, mommy.. I’m so glad you’re home, I.. I missed you very much.”

Now, I heard what she said, but I couldn’t catch on to the shyness at the end of her sentence, I would’ve realized she meant more than just, missing me..

But unfortunately, I was so focused on getting my clothes in the wash that I didn’t notice. I just nod and grin, closing the lid on the wash before glancing at her. “Aw, mommy missed you too, sweetheart!” I say as I kiss her head, rushing to the bathroom to wash myself off.

Y/N POV

She wasn’t getting it! All day, I’ve been waiting as patiently as I possibly could for her to get home. Last night we were so close to having play time, but mommy was just exhausted, so we stopped to just cuddle and sleep. I didn’t wanna push it, but now I can’t take it. It's been a week since I've been ruined like I need.

Following her closely, my cheeks flush from witnessing her strip from her clingy clothes, and now she’s NAKED. I don’t understand how she’s just so casual.

She’s talking about something, I hadn’t realized until I felt a hand cup my cheek. I snap out of my trance and look up to see Alice’s brows knitted in concern.

“Sweet girl, are you alright?” The pet name and her soft voice is certainly not helping the pool forming in my underwear.

I go to speak and feel how watery my mouth is, immediately making me blush. I open my mouth and then shut it, nodding as I look up at her shyly. Her eyes slightly squint and she looks down at my lips, a light smirk forming on hers.

“Oh baby, you’re drooling.” she mutters, moving her thumb to swipe over my bottom lip. I can’t stop the slight whimper that erupts in my throat, and I watch, my eyes widening as she brings her thumb to her own lips and sucks my drool off.

“Hm, nummy.”

Fuck. I feel my brows knit as I feel the urge to plead. She winks at me and then hums, softly chuckling at my demeanor. She pulls out a washcloth out of one of the cabinets and turns on the shower, stepping in but keeping the curtain open wide. I just stand there in awe as she lathers the washcloth with soap, and then uses it to wash herself.

She looks into my eyes as she washes her breast, her bottom lip hooked in between her teeth, but I don’t pay attention to that, my eyes wander down to her soapy tits.

I blush in shame when a whine slips out of me at the sight of her, the way she tilts her head up slowly, humming out a groan at the feeling of the warm water hitting her smooth skin.

After a moment she looks back at me, chuckling. “Baby, go strip and lay down in bed, I wanna have cuddles when I’m done.” She speaks so innocently, as if she hasn’t been kneading her tits right in front of me.

“But I-” I go to protest, but her eyes narrow and I feel my words get caught in my throat. “Listen to mommy, kitten. Do as I say.” she says in a soft but impossibly intimidating tone.

I immediately nod, glancing at her body one more time before backing out of the bathroom and to the bedroom. I take a deep breath, slightly shaking from what just happened.

I quickly undress, peeling my underwear off and clearly seeing the soaked patch, making me go red. I put my clothes in the laundry basket and crawl onto the bed, huffing softly as I slide under the covers to try and soften the goosebumps forming on my bare body.

I wrap my arms around my pillow and pout to myself, facing away from the bathroom door so I don’t have the urge to run back in and plead for Alice to fuck me.

I eventually zone out, listening to the shower running and Alice’s soft hums as she finishes up. I don’t even realize that it’s stopped, so as soon as I feel a hand on my shoulder I jolt and whip my head around to see Alice giggling.

“Jumpy little thing, aren’t you? You silly girl.” Her tone makes my face flush and I scrunch my nose, turning to put my face in my pillow as I let out a few shy giggles, feeling butterflies in my tummy.

I feel a shift in the bed and then suddenly her warm soft body is pressed into mine. Her arms wrap around my middle as she pulls me against her further, my breathing getting heavy at the feeling of her fingers stroking my lower stomach.

At the feeling of her breath hitting the back of my neck my hips wiggle slightly while squeaking out a little whine. At that she lets out a breathy chuckle as she presses her palm flat against my abdomen.

“Stay still, my desperate little baby.” she whispers in a silky voice, immediately causing a shiver to run through me. I am breathing out my words, trying my best to stay still for her. “M-Mommy, mommy could you please..” I trail off, groaning as I feel the tightness in my chest, my shyness making me lose the words.

“Please what? What do you need mommy to do for you, baby?” she coos into my ear, and my eyes roll slightly as she strokes my earlobe with the tip of her warm tongue.

I don’t stop myself- I can’t, starting to rock my hips against her front, feeling as if I was going to explode at any moment. I gulp and sputter before finding words.

“Fu-uck me, touch me mommy- please!” I plead out in soft whimpers, where she just responds with a hum and a sudden suck at my pulse point. I choke out a little moan, and as I do so I feel her hand slide down further to cup my mess of a cunt.

“Oh, my poor baby is so wet, isn’t she?”

With a quick nod in response she suddenly pushes her middle finger slips through my lips and slides through them to collect the messy arousal . My eyelids flutter as I feel my head grow foggy and I moan weakly, my clit throbbing in response to her touch.

“So responsive for mommy, so sensitive.. You can’t even handle mommy’s touch, can you? You dumb little thing.” Her voice just makes me sink deeper into her as I completely give into her.

She bends her finger and gently swirls the tip of it around my entrance. I groan out a few needy whimpers and nod my head, needing her inside of me. She slowly slips the end of her long finger into my entrance, and my response to that is simply clenching around it.

She helps me roll onto my back and presses herself onto me, looking into my eyes as she pushes her finger in further and starts to pump in and out of me slowly, curling her finger to hit my spongy spot perfectly.

I scrunch my face and start to let out soft little moans, my eyes growing heavy as she starts to go even faster. “Fu-uck yes mommy, need more I- please!” I look at her with the widest eyes, whimpering as her eyes have grown deeper brown instead of their usually rich honey color. “My cute little baby, you want more? God, you’re such a needy slut.” She uses her free hand to suddenly grab my face, digging her fingers into my jaw while small grunts slip out of her mouth.

Alice seems so soft, she really just looks so innocent, but she’s far from. On the outside, around others, she is never in control. She’s always talked down to, or not listened to. So when she’s home she likes to be the boss, likes to be in control. Which is the best thing for me, what I’ve always needed.

“Your mouth looks dry baby, you need mommy to fix that?” I go to respond but before I can she spits right on my tongue, making me choke out a loud moan and clench roughly around her finger.

“That was a rhetorical question, stupid whore.” She hisses, pulling her finger out before I can even react.

She brings her hand down on my puffy cunt, making me squeal in surprise. While she laughs deeply and I whine, wiggling my hips when she pulls away from me completely.

She narrows her eyes as she sits up on her knees between my legs, her soft tits bouncing slightly as she sits.

“If you don’t stop moving, mommy will leave you right here and go sleep in the guest room.” Her soft voice is gone and what replaces it is a voice that sends a straight shock to my core. I gulp and nod rapidly, obediently freezing every muscle in my body.

Her smile silently praises me and she leans on all fours, her body hovering over mine. She moves her face into my neck, and I immediately tilt my head back to give her room.

“Hm, such a good girl for mommy, my obedient little kitten.” She whispers against my neck as she leaves wet little kisses all over my neck. Just as I start melting into her touch and relaxing, she bites down hard onto my neck, immediately making me whine and buck my hips up.

Her chuckle makes me freeze again, and she soothes the bite mark she just made with her tongue before clicking it while she lifts her head up. Her face gets close to mine, twisted with fake pity.

“Poor baby, you couldn’t help but move your hips when mommy nibbled on you, huh?” she says in a sickly sweet voice, making my cheeks turn deep red. She smiles with her teeth and before I can blink she’s grabbing my throat. I gasp and arch my neck, looking into her eyes with wide helpless ones.

“M’sorry, m’sorry mommy pl-please..” I breathe out, gulping against her hand. She giggles at me and then uses her free hand to slowly pull my thigh up.

She sits up straighter while keeping her hand around my neck, positioning her hot center against mine. Her eyes flutter as they stay on mine and I can’t help but groan softly as I hear our arousal mixing together.

I let out soft whines when she doesn’t start moving, only to hear soft hushes in response. “Shh baby, just be patient. Mommy’s gonna make us feel so so good.” She breathes out, her words making my clit twitch slightly, and my hips ache with the need to move but I wanna be good for her.

Her bottom lip slid in between her teeth, her brows furrowed together and her eyes only narrowed as she started rolling her hips so slowly. I thought I was gonna explode, she knows just what to do to make that happen, too. I almost start to tear up as she tortures me with the leisurely pace, and she sees how my face starts to scrunch up.

“Oh, is my little one gonna cry? Tsk tsk tsk, we can’t have an unhappy fucktoy, can we?” She almost sounds like she’s mocking me, but the caring tone she uses only makes me clench around nothing.

The chuckle that comes out of her quickly turns into a gasp when my cunt suddenly contracts against her, but before I could even react to her reaction, she suddenly thrusts herself turbulently against my weeping pussy.

I instantly yelp in surprise my own hips bucking in response, which immediately just starts a mess of uncontrollable movements from the both of us. I know Alice can’t take anymore of even her own teasing, and God knows I can’t. So we just frantically hump against each other; grunts, whines, and squelching noises filling the air.

Her hand squeezes my neck tighter, making it that much harder to breathe, but the light fuzzy feeling from the lack of oxygen only makes me feel more pleasure.

Alice leans down above me, her breath hitting my cheek. “Fuck baby, just like that- yesssss! Keep moving like that sweet girl. Mmm fuck, you’re gonna make mommy- fuck! Gonna make mommy cum all over your pretty pussy.”

After she grunts that out in my ear I practically squeal out a whine, closing my eyes and focusing the feeling of her slightly bulging clit against my swollen one.

I make my walls clench, knowing she’ll feel it. I was right, she starts moaning louder and throws her head up the moment I do. My face twists pleadingly, and I start to practically weep for her. “Please cum mommy, pl-please make a mess on me…” With that she lets go of my neck just to reach up and grip my hair with both of her hands.

Within minutes I feel her stomach starting to contract against mine, and then suddenly she tenses hard and groans louder than ever.

“BABY! Fuck, fuck fuck take my cum- YES TAKE MY FUCKING CUM SLUT!” She bucks her hips harder than ever, and before I can say anything my orgasm hits me.

I grip onto her shoulders and let out high pitched moans, my thoughts dissipating as I can only focus on our clits pulsating against each other and Alice muttering, “Take my cum.” over and over in my ear.

After riding out our shared highs, Alice hums and burrows her face in my sweaty neck, placing little kisses on my throbbing pulse point.

“Mm, that was s’good mommy,” I mumble, whimpering as I try to clamp my legs shut, but Alice’s are tangled in mine, making it impossible. “Mommy, feel sensitive..” I whisper, wrapping my arms around her neck. She only coos softly, slowly raising her head to look down at me with a small smile.

“I know baby, let’s try to relax a little more, then we’ll have a nice, hot bubble bath, okay?” I immediately smile at the sound of that and nod slowly, giggling lightly as well. Alice grins wider and moves her hand to tuck some hair behind my ear. As she does so I can’t stop my eyes from fluttering shut, feeling so safe and satisfied in her arms.

“Oh how I love you, my sweet baby..”

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lotties-ashwagandha · 2 years

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Just regular fluff pls! Or maybe, rainy/snowy November fluff!

omg ok ok so november fluff headcanons here we go wooooo

not that our girl isn’t depressed all seasons but im guessing seasonal depression still comes for her

im getting the vibe that she gets very pensive from november to december and then absolutely loses her shit in january

sally will definitely drag you into writing new songs with her (I have a oneshot planned around this actually) and it’ll be very emotional and bittersweet in a way bc lots of the songs w be abt shit that happened in her life

you’ll binge watch a shit ton of series — I see her being a whore for great british baking show, rpdr (she will get hyperfixated on drag for a while and do drag makeup on EVERYONE,, there is no escaping it I mean at this point you might as well book her as a judge on the show). I also see her loving shitty romance movies for no reason other than she loves to make fun of them

she’ll also be weirdly into pinterest crafts?? will make you make stupid kindergarten level crafts w her and then get mad when u don’t share the glue stick

getting hella intoxicated w liz and iris our gals

filming TONS of tiktoks when it snows bc ITS SNOW!!!!!!!!

she’ll get sad she can’t go in the snow bc she’s dead so you’ll buy a bunch of fake snow and throw it at her and she’ll be so contented

fun little murders sometimes xoxoxoxox it’s sally ok

throwing fake snow at the countess for sure

maybe kidnapping john somehow

force feeding him fake snow??

anyway

you’ll probably also make a bunch of holiday desserts

and will probs set the hotel on fire and everyone will PANIC until liz puts it out

sally is just. the november queen

taglist: @thedeconstructionist @cartoonpeoples @goodeday2u @cordeliass @paulsonsratched @traumatisedfangirl @mayfair-fleur

#american horror story #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader #sally mckenna x reader #lgbtq

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stayevildarling · 6 months

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Masterlist ✨

Headcanons:

the sarah characters as pawrents

how the characters flirt with you + them having a crush on you

the sarah characters on pride month

the sarah characters as children

the sarah characters taking care of sick reader

the sarah characters when there is a thunderstorm

the sarah characters when watching football with you

Wattpad

#sarah paulson #cordelia goode #wilhemina venable #ahs #american horror story #billie dean howard #sarah paulson x reader #ahs coven #cordelia goode x reader #ally mayfair richards #Audrey tindall #sallymckenna #sally mckenna #headcanons #wattpad

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safic4-m · 2 years

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🚬🦁Are you going to finish me?

Pairing: Sally McKenna x Fem Lector

Author’s Note: Request made byPerraPeroNoLaTuyawho requested romance, smut and count #29 on the smut list.

Word count: 1441

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

The place was a mess, papers everywhere, instruments on the floor and empty pizza boxes. The last few weeks Sally had spent a lot of time in her music booth and only went out to eat; today your girlfriend had gone out to get a new microphone and you decided to take the opportunity to clean up her work place, it had taken several hours but finally the place was clean.

You took the small trash can to empty it, but it was so much that a ball of paper fell out, you got curious and read its contents.

Ella es una dama, y yo soy solo una línea sin gancho

She’s a lady, and I am just a line without a hook

T/n, soy un desastre cuando estoy sin ti

Y/n, I am a wreck when I’m without you

Te necesito aquí para quedarme

I need you here to stay

Me rompí todos los huesos ese día que te encontré

I broke all my bones that day I found you

Un corazón roto es todo lo que queda

A broken heart is all that’s left

Todavía estoy arreglando todas las grietas

I’m still fixing all the cracks

Dime lindas mentiras

Tell me pretty lies

Mírame a la cara

Look me in the face

Dime que me amas

Tell me that you love me

Incluso si es falso

Even if it’s fake

Pero tal vez eres demasiado bueno para mí T/n

But maybe you’re too good for me Y/n

You check the rest of the papers and the rest of the songs are the same, saying that you are too much, that she doesn’t deserve you and about why you are with her. Your girlfriend had never been good at expressing how she felt, so music was her method of release.

The last few weeks Sally had been distancing herself a lot and now you knew why, you had tried to talk to her before but always avoided the subject and ended up fighting. Your alarm goes off, reminding you that you have to go to work.

If you could you would stay to work things out with Sally, but this was a scheduled surgery and you couldn’t miss it.

- -

The sun’s rays come through the window illuminating the whole room, the blonde moves on the bed and buries her face in your pillow, your scent was impregnated in her, she had missed you so much during the night. She decides to stay in bed a while longer, but her plans are ruined when she hears the bedroom door open.

She quickly gets up and finds you holding a tray of food.

-Good morning sweetheart,- you greet, falling in love with his newly risen self.

-Morning,- he replies, settling into bed.

You place the tray on her legs and see her inspecting her breakfast, which consists of waffles with bacon (strange combination but very good), freshly ground coffee, a bowl of strawberries and toast.

-What’s all this?- she asks, popping a strawberry into her mouth.

-How did you sleep?,- you ask, ignoring her question.

-I missed you,- she answers pouting.

-Sorry, I wasn’t supposed to take so long but some things got complicated,- leaving a kiss on her forehead.

You both share breakfast in bed, as you move the sentences Sally finds a piece of paper, you pretend you didn’t see anything and wait for her to read it.

-Are you going to finish me?- she asks crumpling the paper you read the day before.

-Of course not,- you hasten to say, knowing that she tends to overthink things.

-So?- looking at you with teary eyes.

-I don’t know,- quickly regretting your words, -every time I tried to talk to you to find out what was going on we ended up fighting… and I don’t want that..

-Where did you find him?

-When I was cleaning your cabin…I had to read your garbage to know what was going on,- you say carefully, not wanting to scare her.

You wipe away the falling tears and pull her in for a hug.

-You can talk to me when you have these thoughts,- she says, rubbing her back.

-But it’s true… I don’t deserve you, I’m a fucking addict who doesn’t….

-Don’t even think about finishing that sentence, Mackenna.

-You’re a doctor, you save lives, and I’m just a mistake.

-Then you’re my mistake, yes, I saved lives, but you saved mine.

-What do you mean?

-The first time I saw you you were singing in a bar and I was determined to end my life, but listening to you singing…it was like you were talking to me,- remembering that dark moment of your life, -so when I saw you when I was completely sober I knew that my heart was already yours

-I didn’t know,- she says hugging you tightly.

-It’s because I didn’t want our story to start that way- she lets out some tears -I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you Sally- pulling you away from her to stand next to the bed.

-Yes I will marry you,- throwing herself on top of you.

Luckily for her your body cushioned her fall and you were the one who received the full blow, you place the ring on her ring finger and kiss her passionately.

-I love you with every fiber of my being Mackenna.

-It’s Y/L/N,- she says with a wide smile.

*****

Las Vegas hadn’t been a bad idea, Sally said she wanted to get married there, so they went to one of those chapels and got married. They spent the day gambling in the casino and left before they realized I was counting cards. You had gone out to buy a pack of cigars, but the image Sally greeted you with made your mouth go dry.

She lay on the bed with her eyes closed and her right hand rubbing slow circles between her legs, you ran your gaze down her body, her pale legs to her hips that squirmed in place, her heaving breasts and her parted lips.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, followed quickly by your name.

-I’m here baby

The blonde’s eyes snapped open, instinct taking over and she sat up in bed as she pulled the sheet to cover herself.

-Don’t hide from me, I want to see you,- you say in a husky voice.

Hearing you Sally can’t help but clench her thighs, as you looked at her with a hungry look in your eyes, you approach her leaving the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand before sitting next to her.

-Go on with what you were doing.

But Sally didn’t move, you took her hand gently and slowly guided it down between her legs, giving her time to pull away. Her breath caught as your fingers found her clit and you moved so you could leave kisses on her neck, while she was pleasuring herself.

-I love you- sucking on the skin of her neck.

The blonde let out a moan in response, moving your hand to caress her legs, as her hand gained speed and her hips sank into the bed. You whisper words of love as you mark her neck, watching as her movements went from circular motions, to pumping up and down.

-Keep it up, you’re doing great,- running your nails up and down her leg.

A moan escaped Sally’s lips and it didn’t take long for her body to tense as her breathing and moaning became faster and louder. her hips contracted, guiding your hand in and out, slowly, to drag her pleasure.

You felt her body relax as you settled in beside her, wrapping her in your arms, after a few seconds she lazily shifted in your arms to look up at you, dark, loving eyes meeting yours.

-Hello

I kiss you, as you squeeze her to pull her closer to you,

When you broke the kiss, you took her hand she had used to bring it to your mouth, you held her gaze as you closed your mouth around her fingers, humming for her taste, you watched as the black of her eyes turned a little darker. When you were done, she kissed you, a little more forcefully and greedily, sliding her tongue inside your mouth, to prove herself.

-That was quite a show you greeted me with- you tease, playing with her hair.

-Just for my wife…plus I was feeling needy,- as a casual remark.

-You’re always needy,- brushing your nose against hers.

Sally was frowning at you but it looked more like she was pouting, but you were able to laugh at her.

-I love you Sally,- you smiled kissing her again.

-And I love you

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