#sally mckenna x reader

[camillelespanayesbtch]

✨Sarah Paulson Masterlist✨

!!!NO MINORS!!! 18+

Diane Sherman: Eyes boring a way through me Paralyze, controlling completely

Diane Sherman: Co-com-comparison is killing me slowly...And I’m so sick of myself, rather be, rather be. Anyone, anyone else

Diane Sherman, Ally Mayfair: We're Making Reasons To Destroy Our Believing. I See You Looking At Me, and Now I Don't Know Who To Believe

Diane Sherman: Pick Your Poison

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Billie Dean Howard: Strangers to Friends, Friends into Lovers, and Strangers Again P1, P2

Billie Dean Howard: Maybe You'll Start Slipping Slowly And Find Me Again

Wilhemina Venable, Billie Dean Howard: I see darkness in you

Billie Dean Howard, Audrey Tindall: Open hand or closed fist would be fine. The blood is red and sweet as cherry wine

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Wilhemina Venable: You stalker, watcher, psychopath (There's only one Wilhemina Fucking Venable)

Wilhemina Venable: Think About Your Hero, When You’re At Ground Zero

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Cordelia Goode: Baby’s Got Trouble. Don’t Know How To Live. Don’t Want To Die

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Sally McKenna: Hate To See Your Heart Break

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Xandra Terrell: There Is Something About The Way You Are That Makes Me (Sigh)

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Audrey Tindall: You're The Next Drew Barry, And I Want More

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Alice Macray: I Pray For Forgiveness You Can't Grant Me.

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Mildred Ratched: I Wanna Be Your Bubblegum Bitch

More on my AO3: TindallsGal

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Wilhemina Venable X Cordelia Goode: I brought you daffodils on a pretty string, but they won't flower like they did last spring.

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[yandereunsolved]

— 💉 Yandere Sally Mckenna 💉 —

"My baby, tell me you love me. Please, please, I beg. You love me. You love me. You love me. Tell me you love me."

"Y-You killed me."

"God damn it! I did it because I love you. Tell me you love me. That thing will come and hurt you if you don't."

"I-I love you."

"Such a sweet little thing. You only have to be in the mattress a little bit longer. I just have to make sure that you won't leave me first. This is a safe place. This is our place. A place where no one can take you away. No one. Not ever~" 

( @coentinim @bluerthanvelvet @briaroftheroses )

[aboutcustardcreams]

Found another interesting list of prompts (on Pinterest) for you guys to send me or use if you want :3

[littlenahsstuff]

Masterlist!!!

Most of them are angsty, so sorry about that, but I hope you enjoy!

💗-fluff, 🫀-angst, 🕶️ -dark

Marvel

-Agatha x Rio (x reader) 🖤 🔮

Down the Right Path 💗🫀

-Rio Vidal🌿🖤

Up to No Good 💗🫀

Disney Descendants

-Bridget🧁🃏

Princess-Posals💗

That’s Not You💗🫀

Sugar, Spice, Not Nice💗🫀

Without Baking Soda 💗 (more of a one shot)

-Red x Chloe (x reader) 🤺⏱️

When Will My Life Begin 💗🫀 Pt. 1… 2…

Sweet Nightmares 🫀💗

Catch Me if I Fall 🫀💗

Amanda Young (Saw franchise)

Liar🫀🕶️

Resident Evil Characters-

-Alcina Dimitriscu

Learning Curve💗🫀

Sarah Paulson Characters

-Lana Winters

The Fever Blues🫀

-Cordelia Goode/Fox

In Love, I Swear 💗🫀

-Sally McKenna

My Way or the Highway 🕶️🫀

[capuletoo]

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.

[dreamypqulson]

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.

[stayevildarling]

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

[sarrsqz]

Cosmic Attachments

AHS: Murder House

Tate Langdon x Death!Reader

Mentions of Violet Harmon, Chad Warwick and Sally McKenna.

This is a combination of both Murder House and Hotel, but the large majority of it takes place in the Murder House.

In this, the reader is an ambiguous character to takes on the common Grim Reaper trope of guiding souls to the afterlife. They struggle with doing this in supernatural hotspots such as the Murder House due to the stubborn, evil and traumatized spirits that live there.

But they especially struggle with Tate Langdon, a boy who refuses to accept his hellish fate. But Death just can't seem to grapple their strange attachment with him.

Word count: 2k

If you don't want to read the Hotel section, skip to the transition symbol ┉┈◈◉◈┈┉

The hallways of the Hotel Cortez were never welcoming. At least, for you they weren't. The non-human entities, most of whom contradict your existence, weren't keen on having you roam the building. You demonstrated the truth of their circumstances. The vulnerability they hid behind violence.

But you still saw it. How could you not? It's your job, after all.

The carpeted floor felt grimy, even through your shoes. The lights down the hallway flickered. You could feel a draft echoing through the unmaintained vents, or... screams?

It's difficult to tell when they all feel the same to you. A calling – more work to be done. Eventually, that is.

You heard footsteps staggering somewhere behind you. Turning your head down the dim hallway, you saw Sally stumble out of a darkened room. Her old, crimped and frizzy hair fell around her face while cigarette smoke curled around her figure.

She stopped when she saw you. She pointed at you, cigarette latched between her two fingers. "Well, look who's decided to haunt my hallways. What do you want, Grim Reaper?"

You smiled, glancing down at the patterned floor before meeting her eyes again. "You know that's not my name, Sally." The ghost in question scoffed, throwing her shoulders back to emphasize her distaste at your correction. "And it's not haunting, it's... monitoring. Making sure the lost know they have a choice."

Sally snorted, her feet dragging as she walked further down the dimly light hallway. "A choice? Please. You really think any of us would choose this damned place if we had any real options?"

You shrugged. "Some did. Some still can, if they want. It's never too late for those who haven't thrown it away." Your voice was gentle, but firm. It was a necessary precaution when speaking to spirits, especially those like Sally.

You watched Sally take a long drag of her cigarette. She had stopped walking, planting her heeled shoes into the dirty carpet. Her narrowed eyes never left yours.

Breathing out the smoke, "You mean, if they haven't been stupid enough to turn you down already." Her arm fell back down to her side, cigarette ash falling to the floor. She paid it no mind. "But we all know how that goes–regret and begging. You get off on that, don't you?"

You shook your head. "It's not about getting off on anything, Sally. It's about respect. It's about finality. I don't relish in their pain. I mourn it."

The ghost laughed bitterly. Your words, which normally cut through the fragile facades of the deceased, barely scratched her. "Well, yeah, keep your mourning to yourself. None of us are going anywhere. We're all trapped in our own hells, and nothing you say will change that."

"Perhaps. But I'll still be here, Sally. For those who might change their minds. For those who need to know that there's a way out, even if it's only once." You spoke softly, looking away from Sally for a moment. You nodded slightly, confirming your beliefs to yourself.

You need to stay in touch with your ideals. Your morals. Your job.

You saw her eyes flicker, hints of vulnerability poking through before they hardened again. "Don't waste your time." She brought the cigarette back up to her red lips but stopped before she inhaled the drugs within. "You know, instead of bargaining with the freaks here, you should really be having that talk with your boy-toy at that house."

Your face hardened whilst hers curved with humor.

She shrugged dramatically, tilting her head in the process. "Seems like you're not so good at your job after all." Her eyes widened in mockery.

"Tate's choices are his own. I can't force him to do anything." You defended your stance, shifting your body to fully face the deranged ghost. "My job doesn't circle around force. It's about accepting your situation and moving on."

"Hm. Well, good luck with that." Her eyes narrowed more, which you didn't even think was possible. "Places like this have a way of holding on to its ghosts." Her hand, cigarette still placed between her fingers, gestured around you two to the otherwise empty hallway.

You watched her turn heel and walk down the remainder of the hallway. Your eyes remained latched onto the cheetah print of her coat before she turned out of sight.

You sighed, looking down at your feet for a moment. Shit– you should really check up on that place.

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You walked into the house through the back door, noticing the emptiness in the air due to the absence of the living. Ever since the death of the Harmons, the large house has sat abandoned for the most part.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. You haven't been here in a hot minute– too caught up at the hotel in the city.

"Oh, look who it is." You looked over your shoulder at the kitchen area, seeing Chad Warwick leaning on the counter. "Back again, oh door-to-door Jehovah's Witness? Still trying to sell us all on that afterlife plan?" You watched his nose crinkle when he spoke and how his clasped hands gripped each other with more strength.

The man's reaction to you was common. He's always been like this. Originally refusing you to stay with his boyfriend, now existing in pure ignorance ever since the relationship soured with age.

You raised your eyebrows, responding to him anyway. "Your choice, Chad. But remember, doors to the afterlife don't stay open forever."

"Hm, do they?" He tilted his head, watching you as you walked by and towards the staircase. You knew his bitterness was just a reflection of his personal problems, so like the others, you didn't let it affect you.

The stairs creaked under your shoes. Dust and broken glass littered the wooden floorboards. Graffiti decorated the walls in various bold colors as you trailed throughout the familiar building.

Your fingers traced the cracked walls. The paint crumbled and fell behind them, hitting the floor softly. The only sound was the sound your shoes made as you navigated down the hall. You finally stopped when you turned a corner, opting to lean against the wooden doorway instead of fully entering it.

Tate laid on the old mattress in the room. It still sat on Violet's old bed frame, although you don't remember who owned the mattress. It's been too long to remember trivial details like that.

The boy turned his head to face you, dirty blond hair falling over his forehead. "What's the matter, Death? Didn't get enough souls today?" His voice was laced in sarcasm, arms crossed in a defensive pose. He became detached after learning of your true purpose. Cold.

You haven't decided if you should put that against him though.

"Just thought I'd check in, Tate. How's the afterlife treating you?" You raised an eyebrow. He's rejected your proposals of moving on more times than you can count. There's no point in being professional anymore. So why do you still feel so attached?

Tate scoffed, sitting up on the bed and crossing his arms in his lap. "Oh, it's great. Violet still hates me; the house is still a hellhole."

So hostile.

"Why are you here?" He added on at the end of his short rant. You watched his blue eyes, lined with redness, narrow at you.

You shrugged, walking in the room slowly. You lingered around the walls, quickly glancing outside through the window. "Just... doing rounds. Discussing the reality of the stubbornness you ghosts seem to hold for my proposal." You said it nonchalantly, but Tate could recognize your poor attempts at manipulation. You were a truthful, blunt entity. Manipulation wasn't in your blood.

You leaned against the wall, shadows encapsulating your face as you looked at the boy. In contrast, the sun amplified his features. His expression of hatred, fear. Refusal to accept his fate. "Maybe," you started, "I'm just... attached in a way I shouldn't be."

"Attached? That's rich." He crossed his legs on the mattress, jaw ticking as his fingers traced the stained seams of the fabric. "I thought you were all business. Guide souls, move on. An eternal one-night stand attitude." He grumbled, eyes looking back at you.

You smiled. "It's not that simple, Tate."

He didn't respond. His fingers continued to trace the stitches in the fabric, trying to find a distraction to the situation he was in. An obvious detail that none of the ghosts here seemed to take into consideration when scaring the living away was the removal of any distractions or entertainment.

You looked down to where Tate – and also Violet, at some point – had stored his albums. The floor was empty now.

"You know," you heard him speak, "if I go with you, there's only one place I'm heading. Hell. Doesn't exactly sound like a vacation."

It wasn't a lie. You had been honest about that with him from the get-go. The boy was destined for Hell, and you couldn't help but silently pray that he'd just accept that.

"Tate, you've always known the consequences of your actions. But staying here, trapped in this endless cycle, isn't a permanent solution to your problem either. You remained natural, as best you could regarding the boy. Your stance was approachable, casual.

His eyes darkened. His finger stopped the movement against the mattress below him. "At least here, I know what to expect. Hell... that's a different kind of torture. I'm not exactly itching to find out what they have planned for me."

"Hm." You hummed, leaning your head against the cracked wall and staring off at the ceiling. "That's true. You don't. I don't even know."

He scoffed, annoyed by your attitude. He could feel his irritation grow the longer you intruded in his space.

"But think about it, Tate." Your nose crinkled as you turned your head to look back at him. "This house won't stand forever." You smiled. "One day it will crumble or be torn down. And where will you be? Trapped in the ruins, a ghost with no anchor. Your suffering won't end, Tate. It'll just evolve into a new kind of torment."

Tate frowned, a hint of fear flickering in his eyes as he quickly looked away from you. "Why does it matter? I'm already in Hell here. At least it's familiar."

Your voice was still soft, but sterner as you continued to fill his head with images of his fate. "Familiar doesn't mean safe. The ghosts bound to this place will scatter, their ties disconnected. Lost without something to focus their energy on. You have a chance to leave this shit hole on your own terms. Obtain a semblance of control over your fate."

"Fuck. Control, seriously? What kind of control do I have knowing what's on the other side?" His voice got louder, angrier as his head shot up to face you again.

"Hiding from what you fear will only make your existence more miserable when this place can't protect you anymore."

Your face went blank. You watched one of his eyes twitch, annoyed by the impending reality he was faced with. You stared at each other, yours a look of understanding, his of fear and boiling hatred. Suddenly, he whispered, "You really believe that, don't you?"

You nod. "I do. I need to. And I'll be here, waiting, for whenever you do too."

You stood up straight, not giving the boy another look as you left the room. Your hand trailed against the wall again, before you turned the corner.

Tate watched you leave, attempting to appear indifferent to your conversation. But he couldn't deny the emotions it stirred up inside him. He could take what the other ghosts said about him. He could push their words down until he either forgot about them or lashed out in a swell of emotions.

But you... you were different. You were an inhuman, cosmic creature crafted by the universe.

And his attachment to you wasn't going to save him. 

[yandereunsolved]

🔪 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 🔪

“Normal people scare me.” – Tate Langdon

“Oh honey, goddesses don’t speak in whispers—they scream.” – The Countess

“When bad things keep happening to good people, you start to question what is right and what is wrong.” – Jimmy Darling

— 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 —

Austin Sommers

Asylum

Cordelia Goode

Dandy Mott

Freakshow

Hotel (S5)

James Patrick March

Jimmy Darling

Kai Anderson

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Misty Day

Mr. Gallant

Murder House

Sally McKenna (Hypodermic Sally)

Sister Mary Eunice

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Winter Anderson

— 𝙰𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠/ 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎 —

Yandere Austin Sommers

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Yandere James Patrick March

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Yandere Jimmy Darling

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Yandere Kai Anderson

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Yandere Kit Walker

{tbd}

Yandere Kyle Spencer

{tbd}

Yandere Sally Mckenna

{tbd}

Yandere Tate Langdon

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Yandere Violet Harmon

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— 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 —

Yandere James Patrick March (old style of writing)

{tbd}

Yandere Tate Langdon (old style of writing)

{tbd}

Clip A Hummingbird's Wings - ,, James's s/o trying to escape

{tbd}

Dissect Me, Doctor - ,, yandere JPM with a psychologist reader

{tbd}

F.I.T — Fucking In The Afterlife - ,, yandere ghost Kai Anderson

{tbd}

Fool Me Once - ,, you being James successor

{tbd}

Macabre Monster - ,, yandere pre & post death Kyle Spencer

{tbd}

Roses are Red; Violets are Blue - ,, yandere pre death Tate

{tbd}

Sweet Tea & Stalking - ,, yandere Jimmy Darling with a famous reader

{tbd}

The Honey In My Honeycomb - ,, yandere Kit Walker pre and post Asylum

{tbd}

When You Fell From Heaven - ,, yandere JPM with an angel reader

{tbd}

Yandere Kai Anderson w/ a psychologist reader ⋆

{tbd}

You're My Cult Leader - ,, yandere Kai Anderson

{tbd}

— 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 —

God's Design 𖹭 (yandere female nun reader × Kit Walker)

{tbd}

In Death & Life 𖹭 (James Patrick March x fallen angel gender neutral reader)

{tbd}

One false promise leads to another 𖹭 (yandere Kai Anderson × feminine aligned reader)

{tbd}

⋆ unpolished: not a full set of headcanons (still spellchecked)

[aboutcustardcreams]

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

[fear-is-truth]

001.

❏ do not copy, modify, repost or translate my work on any other platforms.

❏ do not send me the same request you’ve given to another writer, or vice versa.

❏ give me enough context to work with — i really appreciate it when you elaborate. i don’t care how long, just don’t request vague stuff like [character] x reader smut.

❏ be patient & polite. i’m doing all of this shit for free + i’m a full time law student. if you can’t wait, write it yourself.

002.

YEAH 好

cnc. somno. period sex. breeding. degradation. knife play. gunplay. blood play. exhibitionism. lactation kink. cockwarming. sex pollen. threesomes. fauxcest (maybe. very selective). corruption kink. size kink. spit. piss (veryyyy picky). mummy kink/daddy kink. pregnancy. fluff. angst

NOPE 不

noncon. faeces. pegging. incest. pedophilia. fisting. hardcore ddlg

i do not make twitter porn links lol

003.

❏ characters:

american horror story

⟡ tate langdon ⟡ kit walker ⟡ lana winters ⟡ kyle spencer ⟡ misty day ⟡ madison montgomery ⟡ jimmy darling ⟡ dandy mott ⟡ james patrick march ⟡ sally mckenna ⟡ kai anderson ⟡ winter anderson ⟡ malcolm gallant ⟡ michael langdon ⟡ austin sommers

misc.

⟡ spencer reid ⟡ rafe cameron ⟡ charlie mayhew ⟡ peter maximoff ⟡ patrick bateman ⟡ rodrick heffley ⟡ nam-gyu ⟡ geto suguru ⟡ jason todd ⟡ bruce wayne ⟡ anakin skywalker ⟡

[briaroftheroses]

Request Rules

I’m finally getting around to writing out my request rules! If you would like to request a fic, hc set, drabble, etc. please read over these rules before submitting. Please also check this post regularly as I will add things as I go.

Things I Will Write For

Fem/GN reader, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, dark themes/fics, praise, degradation, use of strap ons, p in v, creampies, throat fucking, both m and f receiving oral, multiple characters in one fic, choking, impact play, dacryphilia, pain play, bondage (nothing with legs specifically being restrained though), blood play (mostly only for AHS fics), d/s dynamics, BDSM, dub-con/non-con, piss, boot play/worship - feel free to ask about kinks not listed here because there is no way i named them all

Things I Will Not Write For

Male reader, character x character with no reader, beastiality, pedophilia, scat, underage characters (except platonically), gore and non-canon character death (except for in the case of things like murder house and hotel in which they would become a ghost), real-life people (such as actors), even though I might write for dom reader please do not request it.

If there’s anything not mentioned here, feel free to ask before making a request.

Specify the general length of the fic you want.

Please keep in mind that requests can take a while and I may switch between writing them and my own personal projects.

Keep in mind that if you’re vague with the description then I am less likely to write what you imagine and it will take me longer.

When asking about unlisted characters, please include the type of fic you would like to request with them.

Characters I Write For

Evan Peters

Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Austin Sommers (please no spoilers in the requests for any characters after Hotel), Peter Maximoff, Warren Lipka, Luke Cooper - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

AHS

Vivien Harmon, Violet Harmon (platonically), Billie Dean Howard, Alma Walker, Lana Winters, Sister Mary Eunice McKee, Zoe Benson, Marie Laveau, Madison Montgomery (depending on the request), Cordelia Foxx/Goode, Misty Day, Fiona Goode, young!Fiona Goode, Amazon Eve, Desiree Dupree, Edward Mordrake, Dandy Mott, The Countess, Sally McKenna, Ramona Royale, Winter Anderson (please no spoilers in the requests for any characters after Hotel) - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

Matthew Gray Gubler

Spencer Reid, Chip Taylor, Thorn (King Knight), Raymond (Suburban Gothic), Wes (Dollface), Paul ((500) Days of Summer) - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

Criminal Minds

Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau, Elle Greenaway, Cat Adams, Megan Kane - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

WWE

Rhea Ripley, Dominik Mysterio, TJD (only if including Rhea), Liv Morgan, Becky Lynch

this list will be updated regularly as i watch more shows/movies/seasons of ahs, so feel free to check regularly :) also feel free to ask about characters not listed, but there is no guarantee i will write for them.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

AHS masterlist!

❈ = fluff, ★ = angst

cordelia goode

east of the sun, west of the moon ❈

it’s a high price for your luxury ★ ❈

billie dean howard

dior ❈

cursed (nsfw)

pride (nsfw)

audrey tindall

honey, honey (audrey x reader) ❈

sally mckenna

rock a little (sally x reader) ❈ ★

lovers live a little longer (sally x reader) ❈

ally mayfair richards

wilhemina venable

kermit can’t be your favorite muppet (wilhemina x reader) ❈

misty day

cry for the nightbird (misty x reader) ★

eternity shining (misty x reader) ❈

poly relationships

garden of eternal sunshine (cordelia x wilhemina x reader) ❈ ★

leo’s paradise (billie x wilhemina x reader) ❈

if anyone falls in love (billie x wilhemina x reader) ❈ ★

headcanons:

halloween with wilhemina 🎃 ❈

halloween with billie 🎃 ❈

halloween with cordelia, billie, and diane sherman 🎃 ❈

sally november fluff ❈

wilhemina venable is autistic

memes

one

two

three

[dreamypqulson]

— and i know we got some potential, cause that look you gave me was so gentle

summary: cordelia tutors you when you fall behind in your herbal class unbeknownst to her that the reason your so lost is because you can't take your mind off of her.

pairing: cordelia goode x reader

word count: 1200

a/n: i know i haven’t posted in awhile and i have requests that i have to write but this was just a little scrap that i’m deciding to post so nobody forgets about me! :)

It was awful, really. And you felt bad for it. For wasting her time. This is not going to help. If you needed some extra help in your herbal class, then you need assistance from Zoe, or Queenie, or Myrtle, someone who is not this woman.

It was comical, and you almost laughed right in her face when she ask you if you wanted her to tutor you later in the evening. You didn't need help. You were a smart and powerful which. You just needed her out of you head. There was too much of her to even pay attention to the task at hand.

And it hurt too. There was no denying that. With the many obvious signs that she was helplessly in love with you, you ignored them all. She's the supreme for god sakes. She was so close yet felt so out of your reach.

You were just wasting time in this goddamn greenhouse. Every minute with her counts, but right now, you were just staring straight at the wall behind her, daydreaming of what you could be doing instead. What— no, who you could be kissing and showing you truth to.

You hear her snapping and it pulls you out of your deep trances. It's honey brown eyes and hair golden in the moonlight that's shining through the roof window that you notice first. "Are you even listening?" She doesn't sound annoyed, but she's clearly had enough of this. All this. What even is this?

"I'm sorry, Miss Cordelia. I am, I just—"

"You don't have to call me that, ya know." It hurts too much to not call you it. If you call her Cordelia then it seems to real. She's not your mentor, not your supreme, she's Cordelia. And so you stand behind that Miss Cordelia barrier that you build. The one that Cordelia tries so hard to break down.

"I know." As you stare into her eyes so warm that you feel as though your melting, as they soften as they stare back at you, she cups you heated cheeks. You know that she feels how hot they are, you know that she knows what is going on with you, but still, she asks,

"What's really going on? You're one of my strongest witches, sweetie."

You truly want to tell her that she's so distracting because you've unwillingly fell in love with her. Because, then, maybe you'll be able to pay better attention in class. But instead you tell her, "I just haven't been sleeping right," sugarcoating your love for her and letting it melt in your mouth.

It's not a complete lie; because you cannot sleep when she walks by your room to assure that you are safe in bed. You cannot sleep when you've see her only an hour before your rest in a simple pajama slip. Milky silk and see-through if it were any thinner.

"We should make you a sleeping potion then." She knows your lying, but she is not going to force you to be honest. That's not what she is here for. She just wants you to be ready. She would wait forever for you to tell her how you feel.

And then she's gathering the ingredients. Patting around the greenhouse as soft as a spring day, and you have to look to see if she is even walking. Look to see that she's not flying around instead of walking like an angel that you could mistake her to be.

She stands behind you and her arms are locking you in between the table and her body. She's wearing a nightgown like every other night and you can feel her breasts press against your back. Your breath hitches and you think she notices because she asks if you're okay. You nod, because you cannot speak, you cannot do anything besides stand there as if you were built with cement.

Her blonde hair falls against your shoulder and you get a strong whiff of her lavender shampoo. She smells so sweet and you feel like you are being embraced by a fresh pastry.

"Do you remember one of the key ingredients for our sleeping potion?" She tests you, because she knows that the day she taught this, her shirt seemed to be just a little shorter cut than usual. She knows you weren't paying attention to sleep and potions and herbs that day.

"Um...," you feel so pathetic for not knowing. So useless. "No, not really."

She smiles still. You can hear it in her voice, "That's just alright. Chamomile is one of the main ingredients." She speaks softly and begins grinding the chamomile into the mixture. Her freckled arms rub against yours with each movement. Bare skin against bare, and you yearn for more.

These emotions are too strong for your body to handle. They cannot fit as you are too much already filled with Cordelia. You are going to explode if you don't let it out somehow. And so you stand there and permit silent tears to roll down your face.

You assume that Cordelia won't notice, but a warm tear ends up landing on her hand and she cannot stand there and pretend that it didn't happen. She doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, but the only way she knows to make everything better is to be upfront and loving.

She grabs your waist, gently, and turns your body so your facing her now. It's so close; you can feel her soft breath against your face and her legs are practically intertwined with yours. "I don't want you to lie to me anymore," she doesn't sound angry still, just so desperate. And you know you look a mess right now but she thinks you're so pretty.

"I don't think I know how to not do that," more tears fall down. You are so afraid because you know that it's too far this time. There is no going back to what you once were with Cordelia just an hour before this.

"Show me?"

Your trembling hands cup her cheeks this time, smooth beneath your palm. You don't want to pull her forward, you need her to show you that she isn't the supreme right now. You always need her.

"It's okay," she merely whispers, nods, and smiles softly. And you forget about you fears, about the sugarcoated emotions on your tongue. You lean forward and everything's so fuzzy and blurry around you; like a fever dream, but it's oh so real.

She moans into your mouth. She sounds so pretty against you. It's the perfect combination of her vanilla chapstick and your strawberry one to create the sweetest taste.

Her hands are still on your waist and she pulls back, but only her lips so she can rest her forehead against yours. "Not so scary, right?"

"Well i'm scared that I just fucked everything up."

She shakes her head and smiles delicately at you. "You didn't fuck anything up. I would've been out the door by now." Your laugh and hers are a soft melody that echo against the four walls of the greenhouse. She grabs your hands and tangles her slim fingers with yours. "I. love. you."

"Promise me that it's what you want." You still can't believe it. But you can't have it if it's not real.

"It's what I always wanted. What I wanted when I met you. What I want, still, now."

"Then you should know that I always wanted it. I love you too. So much."

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[marchtomydrums]

Beach Day

Sally Mckenna x Reader

Dating a ghost had its challenges, to say the least. Besides the main issue being Sally was dead and you were very much living. There were so many challenges the two of you faced being together but you would have it no other way.

Sometimes Sally expressed guilt for holding you back. She said she felt like she was keeping you from being the best version of yourself and keeping you held up in this evil hotel. You always assured her that wasn't the case. You didn't care what the outside world held because it didn't have Sally so you weren't interested.

It's late July and it's extremely hot out. You made the mistake of saying how much you missed the beach. Back home the beach was only an hour away from you so from June- August you were a total beach bum.

Sally smiled a sad smile. “ I will never get to experience the beach with you.”

You sighed as you watched fresh tears form in her eyes. From there you set a plan in motion.

You remembered seeing a pool in the basement. You got some of the employees to help you fill it up.

You got Iris and Liz to help you set up telling them they owed you from a previous endeavor you helped them with.

The floor around the pool was covered in sand that the three of you poured out. You found a way to Hook your phone up to the sound system and the sound of beach waves and seagulls filled the room. You set up two beach towels, a picnic basket, and sunglasses.

You left Sally a note in her room attached to a red binki that read “ Put this on and meet me downstairs. Iris will tell you where to go.”

A few minutes later Sally walks into the door with Iris behind her. The blonde gasped as she looked around the room.

“Thanks, Iris,” you yelled to the woman as she walked out of the room.

“Baby. “ Sally says breathlessly.

“What is all of this?” she asked gesturing to the room.

“It's the beach. Our first beach trip!” you said happily.

“Do you like it?” you asked nervously as you watched the blonde look around the room.

“I love it!” she says with a huge smile.

She runs over to you picks you up off the ground and spins you around.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” she chants as she kisses all over your face.

You giggled “I love you too.”

“We have towels, sand, water, food, drinks, music. The day is all ours” you said.

She smiles as she gives you a long kiss. “ I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you, Sally.”

[stayevildarling]

American Horror Story Masterlist:

Multiple Characters/Poly Relationships:

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader:

Silence in the Moonlight

I love you, I love you I‘m sorry ✩

Threatening Secrets

Shadows of Fame

So this is Christmas 🎄

Bruised Petals ✩

Die with a Smile

Haunting Spirits

Echoes of comfort

Home

Forbidden Flower ✾

When sleep takes over ✩

Who‘s afraid of little old me? ✩

Oh dear, don't be discouraged ✩

Love and Lavender ✩

Stronger

Say Yes to Heaven

Slurred Secrets

Basement Blues

Crimson Shadows

Someday I‘ll get it ✩

As the gods will

Born to die

Closure

In the name of Love

A silence so loud

Confessions in the dark ✩ Part 2

It's not like the movies ✩

Exile

Arms of an angel ✩

All is well ✩

Let her go ✩

Glimpse of us

Our years together

Tag you're it ✩

Breathe Sweetheart ✩

Do I wanna know? ✩

Falling ✩

Black Friday ✩

Everything works out in the end ✩

Cordelia Goode x Billie Dean Howard x Reader:

Angels like you ✩

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Reader:

Between Spells and Cramps

Unspoken Wars ✩

Remedy

Echos of Pain

Never alone

I miss you, I'm sorry

Hold on ✩

Tender

Calm after the storm (without reader)

Wilhemina Venable x Sally McKenna x Reader:

A little help - Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt7, Pt 8 ✩

other fandoms:

Undone by desire Cordelia Goode x Agatha Harkness x Reader ✾

Tangled in Doubt Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x Cordelia x Reader ✩

You're gonna go far Wanda Maximoff x Cordelia x Reader ✩

I'll crawl home to them Zelda Spellman x Cordelia x Reader

One too many secrets Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x Cordelia x Reader

It all fell down Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x Cordelia x Reader

Burying our memories x Wilhemina x Regina Mills Part 2

A common matter x Cordelia x Zelda Spellmann x Alma Peregrine x Reader

Sick x Mildred Ratched x Gwendolyn Briggs x Reader

Dragon meets purple x Wilhemina x Miranda Priestly x Reader- Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6

✩ = mental health, ✾ = smut, ❆ = no happy ending