#tristan duffy smut

[sadgirlbaby]

hiii! i was wondering if you still did matchups? if you do i would love to request one with an AHS character <3 you can choose the season you want tbh i really don’t mind!!

i’m 20, i use she/her pronouns and i’m pansexual if that helps lmao 🥲 i have brown hair and brown eyes, i’m 5’1, i have a septum piercing and some tattoos

i’m a scorpio and an infj so i can come of as mysterious i guess (i wouldn’t say that but i’ve been told 😭) apparently i also have a bad rbf syndrome 💀 i’m very shy and quiet but if people come and talk to me i try to be very friendly! i’m open minded, respectful and empathetic. i like to listen to people and try to help them with their problems but i have trouble with opening up about mine.

i love music, fashion and movies. i want to study cinema and i love to spend my time watching very obscure movies. i particularly love horror. i workout occasionally, mostly yoga or pilates. i don’t have a distinct aesthetic or style, but it could be kind of witchy or inspired by some music groups that i like which have rock influences. i used to be very enthusiastic when it came to learning languages! so i can now speak french (my first language) and english fluently as well as some spanish and german.

that’s about it and thank you for taking the time to read this <3

wow… when I read that you’re a scorpio and you love fashion I immediately though about…

TRISTAN DUFFY - season 5 / hotel

this post may contain mature content which includes - sex references, killing/blood references.

HOW YOU MET

you guys met during a catwalk. you were just sitting there and watching the fashion show when you noticed this gorgeous model. tristan noticed you as well, feeling mesmerized by your beauty.

when tristan arrived at the end of the runway, he walked back and passed next to you, then he grabbed your hand and kissed it sweetly.

when the fashion show got over, you left and walked out to call a taxi. you suddenly heard someone screaming “hey! girl !” so you turned around and saw the beautiful model running towards you. “wanna hang out tonight?” he asked you smiling.

THINGS YOU HAVE IN COMMON (which make you compatible to each other)

you’re a scorpio and I bet tristan has a soft spot for scorpio girls

you both love fashion. you love watching fashion shows and he loves be a part of fashion shows.

you wear witchy clothes while tristan is a vampire, what an awesome matching.

THINGS I ASSUME YOU DO

you love watching horror movies at night. just imagine the scene - you guys laying and cuddling on the bed, the tv showing a creepy movie, a few corpses on the floor (whom their blood have been sucked by tristan) and the moon outside spreading its beauty to you.

tristan loves you so much but sometimes you guys don’t talk to each other for a long time because of your behavior - you never want to hear about his excuses and you get angry easily. you always think that you’re right so you guys often argue.

tristan doesn’t like yoga or pilates. he thinks that those things doesn’t help to relax, that’s just bullshit for him but he respects you and your opinions/mindset.

he likes keeping fit instead, sometimes he works out with you and it’s so funny because tristan often stumble in the gym and he’s definitely a troublemaker with everybody.

rough sex. I MEAN- ROUGH SEX ROUGH SEX ROUGH SEX ROUGH SEX ROUGH SEX. tristan is such a dirty minded guy and gets horny easily. he’s not willing to be sweet while having sex with you.

ABOUT YOUR PERSONALITIES

you’re definitely too polite with others. that’s a good thing, but you are literally naive (don’t take it personal !) tristan is more a selective person, he chooses the people he wants bubto deal with and he would never blame himself for others’ mistakes.

tristan often opens up to others and express his feelings but he is hardly ever willing to help others, while you are the opposite - you like helping people but you seldom open up or talk about your feelings.

tristan madly loves provoking people, especially you. he is way too narcissist, he mostly looks arrogant and has a reckless attitude. he LOVES making you upset.

other possibility: dandy mott.

p.s. you and finn wittrock’s characters are so compatible!!!!

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notes: it’s december 26 here so christmas is over :( but merry christmas anyway! I love you guys and I wanna thank you all for all the support<3

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reminder: requests are always open and you can request about whoever you want. I consider any type of headcanons/one shots/stories/smuts/matchups!

+ I accept any kind of tip about my writing/grammar and also about the structure of the imagine/preferences post.

[marchsfreakshow]

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

Requested by a wonderful @randodummy <3

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

No one's perspective

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

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

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

"Sure Ms.Mott, what needs doing?"

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

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

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

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

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

"You're a horrible dancer."

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

"I love you too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mhm." He nodded.

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

"I love you more."

[skyesdaisys]

character's i write for

welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for

requests: temporarily closed

bolded names are ones i really wanna write for

yellowjackets (shauna shipman, jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)

dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)

fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)

teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)

american horror story (violet harmon, kit walker, lana winters, zoe benson, madison montgomery, kyle spencer, misty day, cordelia goode, jimmy darling, tristan duffy, ally mayfair-richards, kai anderson, winter anderson, mallory, brooke thompson, montana duke)

the summer I turned pretty (jeremiah fisher, belly conklin, taylor jewel, shayla wang, conrad fisher)

miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), roronoa zoro (one piece live action), daisy johnson (agents of shield), zach dempsey (13 reasons why), nate archibald (gossip girl)

another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)

i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers

and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)

[melodymunson]

looking for american horror story roleplays 👀

I'm 33 female writer looking for any 18+ writing partners for discord for the American Horror Story and Cody Fern fandom. I only double.

Ships I'm willing to do and for doubling up. I am looking for a Michael Langdon from AHS apocalypse to rp against my OC. Other ships I will roleplay for you.

Michael Langdon x OC

Tate Langdon x OC

Gallant x Michael

Kyle Spencer x OC

Jimmy Darling x OC

Dandy Mott x OC

Tristan Duffy x OC

The Countess x OC

Montana Duke x OC

Xavier Plympton x Montana

Xavier Plympton x OC

Kit Walker x OC

Kai Anderson x OC

Winter Anderson x OC

Madison Montgomery x OC

Madison x Zoe Benson

Tate x Violet Harmon

James Patrick March x OC

James Patrick x the Countess

Chet Clancy x OC

Michael x Mead (platonic)

Kai x Winter (platonic)

Lana Winters x OC

Cordelia Goode x OC

Misty Day x Cordelia

Misty Day x OC

Zoe x OC

Zoe x Kyle

Kyle x Madison

Madison x Michael

Hypodermic Sally x OC

Billie Dean Howard x OC

Dot Tattler x OC

Bette Tattler x OC

Venable x OC

Ally Mayfair Richards x OC

Trevor Kirchner x OC

Trevor x Montana

I love a good romance and smut/nsfw is definitely allowed (besides the platonic pairings obviously) as long as it doesnt take up more than 50-60% of the storyline!

I'm in the EST time zone. We can talk about reply length and how often to reply upon discussion. Serious inquiries only.

If interested and serious just like this or comment on this post and I'll reach out to you.

[coopermorrow]

Who I Write For

Hi! My name is Cooper and I am hoping to be a writer one day so I thought what better way of starting off than by writing about my favorite celebrities and characters? I am in many fandoms but not all, so if you don't happen to see one of your favorite celebrities or characters on my list you can still ask me to write about them and I'll do my best!

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Nora Montgomery

Lana Winters

Kit Walker

Sister Mary Eunice McKee

Queenie

Madison Montgomery

Zoe Benson

Cordelia Goode

Misty Day

Kyle Spencer (pre and post death)

Dandy Mott

Tristan Duffy

James Patrick March

Elizabeth/The Countess

Kai Anderson

Winter Anderson

Michael Langdon

Mallory

Brooke Thompson

Xavier Plympton

Montana Duke

Harry Gardner

Slashers/Horror Characters:

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Bubba Sawyer

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Tiffany Valentine

Baby Firefly

Doomhead

Brahms Heelshire

Darry Jenner (Jeepers Creepers)

Norman Bates (Bates Motel)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

Art the Clown

BTS:

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook

Jackass:

Johnny Knoxville

Steve-O

Ryan Dunn

Bam Margera

Chris Pontius

Rachel Wolfson

Marvel/Avengers Characters:

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Natasha Romanoff

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

James "Bucky" Barnes

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

IT (2017 and 2019):

Richie Tozier

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Mike Hanlon

Stanley Uris

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

Patrick Hockstetter

Henry Bowers

Reginald "Belch" Huggins

Victor Criss

What's Eating Gilbert Grape:

Gilbert Grape

Arnie Grape

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

It's Always Sunny In Philadeplphia:

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Deandra "Dee" Reynolds

Ronald "Mac" McDonald

The Last Of Us (show):

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Morticia Addams

Xavier Thorpe

Miscellaneous:

Javier Pena

Kevin Khatchadourian

Jay (Jay and Silent bob)

Jareth the Goblin King (The Labyrinth)

Mort Rainey

Victor Van Dort

Tarrant Hightopp/The Mad Hatter (Alice In Wonderland)

Edward Scissorhands

I will not write rape, 18+ content for underage characters, or anything where the character is another species. I will not take requests containing pedophilia, ablism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, or any other form of bigotry. Comfort imagines for things such as depression, eating disorders, and anxiety are fine as long as you do not want them to be very descriptive and/or explicit. Please make formal requests through my ask as I will not take comments as formal requests. I write for multiple genders but only smut for afab people as that is the anatomy I am most understanding of. I do take "x reader" requests. I can try to write crossovers, though I'm not too experienced with them and I do write for celebrities as well.

Requests are open now so if you do decide to make one, please include the character(s) you want and at least a small description of what you would like the plot to be. Thank you! <3

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Tristan Duffy Masterlist

none yet!

[larkfeldmans]

my kink headcanon’s for finn’s ahs characters!!

^^ some of these are pretty graphic, be warned

dandy: blood play (duh) , mommy kink , praise kink , anything like involving the shower or bath hes down for , knife play , cum play (!!!) , bondage (on your end) , overstimulation (on his end)

tristan: EXHIBITIONISM(!!!) , blood kink again , choking (from either end) , pegging , roleplay (he likes the “you’re trying to get backstage at one of his runways” fantasy) , public sex which is technically exhibitionism but he likes the risk of having sex in a dressing room or handjobs in a restaurant , slapping

valentino: valentino is a fucking CUCK , voyeurism , not really a kink but he loves threesomes , also slapping , finger sucking , not a kink but turned on by someone wearing heels, rope play , wax play , consensual somnophilia

bobby: choking , spanking , edging (either end) , loves when you leave lipstick marks on his stomach , i feel like slight bdsm but maybe only handcuffs , also mommy kink , car sex (!!) , breeding kink , another oddly specific one but he likes roleplay where you pretend you’re robbing the bank and he’s the bank teller

harry: blood play , cum play , likes getting head while he’s writing (it fuels his work) , breeding kink , handcuffs for sure , daddy kink , if he’s feeling crazy mommy kink too , knife play , edging , oddly specific one but almost biting your neck but stopping so like edging of the neck , sex on his desk (just make sure his word document is saved first) , risky sex like fingering in public , goes fucking insane whenever you eat a popsicle and will take you into the nearest bathroom , WILL spit into your mouth

[holylangdon]

Honeymoon [Tristan Duffy HCs]

Request: “Could you do a wedding/honeymoon with Tristan headcannon?” - @antiscocialfanwarrior​

Count: 19

A/N: I love Tristan but I never get requests for him rip

I don’t think Tristan would never actually propose.

It’d probably be a really sudden thing, and he wouldn’t even have a ring or anything.

And to make matters worse, it’d be at a very inconvenient time.

Like, when he’s about to walk on stage for a modelling show. 

“Hey, babe? I wanna get married. Think about it.” 

He’d do his walk faster than ever (even if the critics disapprove) just so he could hear your answer.

… Even though he’s pretty sure you’ll say yes. 

And there likely wouldn’t be a real wedding unless you wanted one.

In that case, he’d give you a credit card and tell you to go wild. 

He wouldn’t care as long as you were happy with it. 

That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t sit back and judge, though.

He’d be forced to invite a bunch of fashion people, whether he liked it or not.

But the honeymoon would make up for anything they did.

And he definitely wouldn’t be able to wait for sex.

Hell, he’d probably bang you during the wedding if you’d let him.

But the honeymoon would take place wherever you wanted.

Paris, Bali, Venice, Mykonos, the taco place down the street from his apartment… Anywhere.

And he would go all-out in making it the best experience possible.

[shesclearlya3]

Freak Like Me

pairing: Harry Gardner x Fem!Reader

word count: 3,663

warnings: smut, blood kink, knife play, handjob, oral (fem receiving), orgasm denial, language (lol), a little slow.. and long.. but hopefully not in a bad way?

... yeah so I got this after just the first 2 episodes of double feature, I told y'all I was doing it so here ya go. this was just brewing inside of me apparently by the way I shot this baby out LMAO

no Doris or Alma in this story. tbh I feel like I may be jumping the boat making him a little psychotic, but alas, time will tell if that's how his character arc plays out. enjoy!

He was at it again.

You watched as Harry sat on the couch, his laptop balanced on his lap as he furiously typed away. He had moved there after spending a good five hours writing at his desk. Ever since you moved to Provincetown, something in him just clicked. Already two Netflix deals under his belt from whatever it was he had written these past few weeks. You were very excited for him and the success that was finally coming his way.

However, you missed him.

The quietness of the house made the sound of his fingers dashing across the keyboard one hundred times louder than usual. The weather was now too cold for you to go for a walk, so you stayed inside, curled up in your warm bed as not to disrupt the master at work. He assured you this following script would be Netflix deal number three.

You had taken a shower, making sure to thoroughly exfoliate every inch of your body. Since it was in the dead of winter, you had allowed quite a bit of stubble to grow on your legs. You were tired of watching Harry spend all hours of the day (and sometimes nights) writing away. You wanted him so bad that you shaved just for him. With a spritz of his favorite perfume, you dressed in a tank top and your pajama shorts. Definitely not what you've been wearing to bed as the house was very drafty, but you were so serious about getting laid. The more exposed skin, the better.

After watching Harry type away from the kitchen, you strolled towards him. His long black hair framed his face, covering his eyes from view as he bobbed a foot impatiently. He was dressed in all black, his usual attire, and something about seeing him like that just caused your belly to do flip-flops. You knew he would be so concentrated that trying to catch his attention by talking wouldn't do the trick. So you approached him, grabbing the MacBook out of his hand, pushing it from his lap and to the other side of the couch.

Harry took a quick breath, his hands still positioned in their typing form while you climbed onto his lap, settling your legs on either side of his. "y/n, I'm working!"

"I know." you shrugged, purposely pushing your chest closer to his face. Harry looked angry, his thick eyebrows furrowing at you as you ran a hand over his cheek to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing him to tilt his head back. You scooted farther up his lap until you could feel his belt buckle digging between your legs. Harry's facial expression softened, finally moving his hands to cup at your waist.

"This is very important, babe," Harry said, his voice strained as you pressed kisses along his exposed neck, over his cheek, before your eyes met his green ones. He stared at you as your nose hovered over his, not breaking eye contact as you fully pressed yourself against him. Harry's breath caught in your throat at the same time yours did, and he couldn't help the little sigh that escaped.

"Ursula could wait until the morning," you said, feeling Harry waste no time in running his hands up your back, going underneath your shirt to touch your skin. "You've given her more than you promised already. Let her sweat for a while."

Harry wasn't quite the same person he was before you moved here. He was very stressed and prone to snapping at you more often than not. It was the reason you kept your distance from him, not even bothering to fix his meals anymore, hoping whatever was going on would fix itself if he could just write it out.

You were right, as now Harry realized how much he had fucking missed you too.

Harry grabbed your hair, yanking you back from his neck and using his other hand to grip yours. His eyes were fired up, making it clear that you were to stay put once he released your hair. You nodded, the excitement so great you felt your panties already becoming wet. He freed you, his grip on the sides of your neck tightening, and you felt his free hand trail down your back before cupping your ass. You lurched forward, your lips briefly touching his when he tugged you forward.

"Did you bring one?" he asked you, his voice low. Harry's hand felt around your ass before he felt what he was looking for in the back pocket. He smirked at you, and you could feel how fast your heart was now beating.

Harry pulled out the shiny and new pocket knife. He maintained his grip on your neck, your stomach trembling in anticipation, and at the way you were positioned onto his body. You watched as he clicked it open, revealing the smooth blade that caught the light just right.

"Good girl," Harry praised you, his lips curling into a sinister smile before he suddenly pressed into the sides of your neck, blocking your airways just enough to give you that high he knew you loved. "You always come prepared, darling. You know exactly how to catch my attention."

"Mhm.." was all you could say.

Harry's hair was a mop on top of his head as he stared at you, his eyes trailing your body because he adored every inch of you. He particularly liked the black tank you picked out, bits of your stomach peeking at him when the fabric rolled in on itself. Your legs in those shorts just did something to him.

"You know I don't like to be interrupted," Harry said, releasing his hold on your neck. You hid your need to gulp air, slowly taking a staggered breath as Harry pretended to observe the blade. "Right, y/n?"

You couldn't answer as in that moment he grabbed a strap of your tank. Then, with a flick of the blade, it snapped. You knew what was coming, and after a few trials and errors, you were ready.

Harry seemed amused that you had yet to answer him, chuckling as he did the same to the final strap. Your tank sagged as the straps sadly dangled from your shoulders. Harry would use any excuse in the book to get you on top and in front, just like this so he could look at you.

Then here you were, just giving it to him.

"You're awfully quiet now, y/n," he gently scolded. The way your shirt hung sadly from your body exposed multiple scarred cuts along your collarbone, across the plane of your chest, and down to your exposed cleavage. You willingly ignored him.

Harry placed the knife on the cushion beside him. His eyes bore heavily into yours as you managed to keep your breathing under control. With the way your heart was pounding, it was almost impossible to not start panting at how aroused and excited you were just sitting on his lap.

damn girl, chill

Harry startled you when he gripped the tank in his hands, tugging and ripping it clean down the middle. Your mouth fell open as he pushed it off your shoulders, hearing it plop to the floor below. Within seconds Harry had your hair in his hand, the knife now tracing carefully along your exposed throat. His lips attached to your cheek, pressing a gentle kiss there as he held you still.

The knife trailed along your face, down to your collarbone, before stopping right above your left breast where there was no scar. Harry put just enough pressure to let you know it was there.

"You know what happens if I do this now?" Harry warned quietly, immensely enjoying the way you were still trembling against him.

"Yes," you finally spoke. You were so nervous, yet so fucking ready.

Harry didn't say anything, only gazing at you lovingly, though you couldn't see. He adored everything about you, and the fact that you willingly let him use your body for his needs proved to him you were the one.

Without warning, Harry sliced into your skin, leaving a wound deep enough to spill blood but not require stitches. You gasped at the intensity of it, feeling the hot blood, your blood, pool in the wound before slowly spilling over, dripping to your exposed belly. Harry instantly groaned, just the smell of it causing his mind to go crazy.

Harry couldn't help himself when he swiped a hand over the wound before bringing his bloody hand to his mouth, keeping eye contact with you while he licked a clean stripe from his hand. You fumbled with the ties on your shorts, pulling the ribbon loose before kicking out of them, showing your exposed and now bloody torso to him. You looked behind you to see he had taken off his shirt and a fresh swipe of blood on his face when he roughly grabbed you, lifting you up and slamming you onto the couch.

"Another one?" Harry practically begged, and you nodded, already out of breath just by allowing him to toss you around. Harry sighed in relief, and you realized he was now only in boxers. He settled himself in between your legs, making sure your head was supported by the only couch pillow.

Harry moved to the other breast with his bloody hand, this time cutting into you with more precision than before. You felt the burn of the blade start to fade as the wound began to bleed, and you looked up at Harry's bloody face before he gripped your arms, forcing you down as he lunged forward, attaching his lips to the wound for a second time.

The feeling of his tongue along your cuts was always uncomfortable, they burned slightly, but you did it for him.

And there's something about seeing his face covered with blood.. you'd cream just thinking about it.

Harry, still gripping the knife in his hand, once again painted your body with blood. He loved seeing you bloody as much as you did him. Harry kissed both your breasts, causing you to sigh when he released your arms from his tight grip. Harry smirked at you, moving farther down your body until his chin was by your belly button, and he looked directly into your eyes, where you saw it.

He's had a taste of you. Now it's time you got what you wanted.

Harry would love nothing more than to cut right above your vagina before eating you out. Your blood mixed with the taste of your pussy? He stopped himself, feeling his dick throb, thinking too hard about it. You were too sensitive for him to attempt it, and the last thing Harry wanted was to really hurt you.

Instead, Harry helped you re-adjust your legs, sitting on his knees as he slid his arms under your legs, hooking your knees to his shoulders. You sighed, feeling the draft around you cause the fresh cuts to almost throb from the exposed air. It hurt in a rather satisfying way.

Harry moved off the couch, kneeling down as he brought you close to the edge, continuing his support of your legs as he made a nick on your outer thigh, his tongue swooping over it and collecting your blood on his lips.

"I fucking love the taste of you," Harry growled, giving one last lick to your leg before burying his face between your legs. The sound you made when he circled his tongue along your clit caused him to moan, too, before laughing when you immediately threaded your fingers into his messy hair.

You whined when Harry purposely spread your legs apart just enough for you to see what he was doing. Your stomach clenching so tightly that your breathing became erratic, the sound of him slurping you up making your belly fill with butterflies. You knew that meant you had just literally screamed in his mouth. Harry didn't care, of course, his green eyes flickering up to meet yours once he figured it out. He would be smirking at you had his face not been buried deep in your wetness.

In typical Harry fashion, all this meant was he was going to force you to keep your eyes on his, watching every slight quiver of your lip to every moan you breathed, all while making a show of eating your drenched pussy. He did this for a few minutes, listening to you moan and seeing how you tried so hard to keep your eyes on him.

You made the mistake of forgetting where you were, allowing your eyes to close just briefly before the sound of the knife clicking caused you to open them wide. Harry had stopped, his mouth wet with your cum, the knife in his hand touching the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

"You know the rules," Harry said plainly, digging the blade into your flesh. This time you winced as he made a line about an inch and a half long. Blood immediately filled the wound, and you winced when Harry placed small bites along your skin before flattening his tongue against the injury, moaning as he collected all that had pooled there.

You whined impatiently, having been so close to an orgasm, and now he was distracted by getting a good feed. You had fucked yourself.

"What's wrong, baby?" Harry teased, staring at you directly while using his thumb to push a drop of blood on his lip into his mouth. "You look stressed."

"I was so close," you whined, shifting your leg uncomfortably where the new cut was; inner thighs were the worst.

"I know, baby," he said, his tone condescending, and it irritated you. "You know we have to play by the rules. When I eat your pussy, you watch me, y/n."

You pouted, allowing yourself to plop flat on your back, cursing him. Harry laughed the same one that sent chills down your spine whenever you heard it. It wasn't his usual, goofy laughter you had fallen in love with. This one was darker.. more sinister. It's like you could feel the evil in the room when you heard it.

You grew uncomfortable, jumping when you felt his hand make contact with your exposed leg. Harry touched the other. The dried blood on his palms stained your legs in some places. You calmed slightly as he ran his hands up your legs, his body following along. You were pissed he denied your orgasm, wanting to tell him it was so damn good that you had to close your eyes.

Harry's eyes were dark, and the dried blood on his cheek and his mouth made him look terrifying but somehow still the hottest man you have ever seen. And he was all yours.

You lunged at him, pushing hard against his chest and flipping him onto his back. Then, you mounted his lap, wiggling over his erection through his boxers, loving the way he tried to hide his facial expressions from you.

You reached down, scooping up the bloody knife that Harry had dropped a few moments before. He watched you with anticipation, wondering if you were gonna cut him.

You noticed from the recent cut the blood hadn't dried. You stared directly into Harry's eyes, bringing the blade to your lips, licking your own blood in a straight line before purposely coating your lips enough to stain them with what was left.

Harry sat up, gripping the wrist you were holding the blade with, his eyes on fire. You could tell he was struggling still wearing those boxers. You smirked at him, reaching into the elastic waistband and palming him in your hand, enjoying the way he quickly lost his resolve.

"y/n," Harry stuttered now, his grip on your wrist loosening just a tad. You pumped your fist along his dick, just enough to make him wither.

"I should just put you out of your misery now," you teased him, increasing speed just enough for him to notice. He glared at you. "You're so fucking done. You wouldn't last three seconds in my pussy."

Harry knew he had really pissed you off now, as you were rarely the type to talk like this. He grinned through his pain, knowing you were probably fucking right at this moment in time.

"You broke the rule, babe," Harry sighed, managing to snag the knife from your hands when you were caught off guard by him not being angry. He smirked at you before shredding the side of his boxers, cutting through them until they were a shredded pile at the end of the couch.

There was something about seeing him entirely naked after nearly three weeks of no sex. You couldn't hide the strangled gasp you made when your stomach fluttered, your hand slowing on his dick.

Harry grabbed your hip to pull you close. He cupped the back of your head in his hand, bringing your lips together for a deep kiss. Your faces were becoming sticky, and you felt a hint of a smile on his lips right as he pulled away.

You pouted when he gently moved your hand away, cupping your cheeks in his hands, and kissed you again. It was so passionate that your heart was fluttering this time. Finally, Harry released his grip, reaching around your body instead, grabbing your ass to pull you right into his chest.

"How much can you handle?" Harry whispered, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. His free hand reached down, feeling how wet you were for him. Harry forced you to turn around, your back pressed to his chest as he then positioned your legs just right. You mewled when he cupped your soaked pussy in his hand. Harry had vaguely felt you gush on him a few seconds before. Stupid fucking boxers

"I don't think a whole lot more.." you replied honestly, already panting again when he slid a few fingers inside of you with ease. Your hips bucked, and as a result, Harry made a quick slice into your hip. You squealed before it was cut off when he shoved a bloody finger in your mouth.

"You're a little freak, aren't you?" Harry said, the sound of you sighing making him smile. "Do you like the taste of blood, y/n?"

Your words were stuck in your throat when Harry increased his speed, your belly coiling at the threat of your looming orgasm. He laughed at your silence, once again gathering a small drop of blood on his finger before shoving it back into your mouth. You took it willingly, reaching an arm above your head. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, your body starting to fall apart while his fingers fucked you into oblivion. The couch between your thighs was now soaked.

"I'll take that as a yes. You filthy girl," Harry laughed at your expense, fighting the urge to groan when you screamed into his hand, your orgasm coming quicker than he anticipated. You could feel the cum leaking out of you, Harry giving your clit a few circles before pulling his hand away. "Always drenched and willing for me."

You turned around in his lap on shaky legs. Harry watched you, your hair matted and stuck to your face. He grinned, brushing your hair back as you adjusted yourself accordingly.

"Not a whole lot," you said, your voice final.

Harry could have ejaculated by the look on your face alone. "Not a lot," he confirmed.

You nodded, a smirk of your own now as you reached down, taking his dick in your hand. Your pussy was drenched, and you made sure to coat the head with your arousal as he started to push into you, doing his best not to take control.

Harry eventually bottomed out, his arm wrapping around you as you rocked on his lap, your fingers itching toward the dirty blade that was just slightly out of reach. Harry placed his hands on your hips, helping guide you to getting your orgasm faster.

You managed after a lucky swipe to grab the knife. Harry pressed kisses along the exposed side of your neck, moaning into your ear as you allowed him more reign to take control. Especially with what you were about to do.

Harry watched you as you once again brought the blade to your chest. You watched him silently, mouth open, when a tremor rolled through your body, causing you to clench around Harry's dick. His eyes almost rolled in the back of his head when that happened.

"Fuck, y/n," he groaned, now staring at the blade threatening your beautiful, delicate skin.

You dug the blade into the skin underneath your collarbone. You hissed at the discomfort, but it was almost masked by the way Harry growled, lurching forward and attaching his lips to the fresh wound. The taste of your blood only excited him more, and eventually, you just sat there as Harry pivoted his hips into you. You felt your thighs go numb from the constant beating.

You seemed lightheaded as your second orgasm was moments away, and you had lost a good amount of blood tonight. Harry held you tightly when he felt you sag against him and pressed his lips to your cheek. You gripped the back of his neck, pulling him towards you, being the one to initiate the kiss this time. Harry's lips were soaked with blood, but you obviously didn't mind.

Your orgasm hit you like a train, crying into his mouth, this time crumpling into his tight grasp. Harry groaned, feeling his dick become soaked with your release. A minute later, he spilled inside of you, mumbling your name before kissing you on your forehead.

"I love you," he said quietly, and you responded with a soft grunt of affirmation, "You're a freak like me."

[sadgirlbaby]

ALL YOU HAVE TO KNOW 💋

INFO:

- STORIES

one shots (basically just smut/fluff one shots rn), facts & headcanons about a character, matchups

smut (“appropriate” smut, nsfw +18), fluffy

male and female characters (character x fem!reader only! I just feel more comfortable as a girl writing for a female reader).

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WRITING & TAKING REQUESTS ABOUT:

- THE CHARACTERS

American Horror Story:

Evan Peters

tate langdon

kit walker

kyle spencer

jimmy darling

james patrick march

rory monahan (coming soon)

kai anderson

austin sommers (coming soon)

+ Evan’s other characters

warren lipka (american animals) [coming soon]

peter maximoff / quicksilver (x-men, wandavision) [coming soon]

alex (adult world) [coming soon]

max cooperman (never break down) [coming soon]

Finn Wittrock

dandy mott (coming soon)

tristan duffy (coming soon)

harry gardner (coming soon)

Lady Gaga

elizabeth (the countess) [coming soon]

!! “coming soon” means that I haven’t written about them yet, but they’re available for requests !!

+ *REQUESTS ARE OPEN because I might also consider to write a story about other characters from ahs. just request me! feel free to ask me whatever you want <3

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LINKS:

Evan Peters:

a night with evan peters - evan peters x fem!reader

Tate Langdon:

tate langdon x fem!reader (facts & headcanons)

tate langdon x fem!reader (headcanons)

about a girl - tate langdon x fem!reader

sex with a ghost - tate langdon x fem!reader

family trip - tate langdon x fem!reader (part 1)

family trip - tate langdon x fem!reader (part 2)

having dinner at langdons’ - tate langdon x fem!reader (part 1)

having dinner at langdons’ - tate langdon x fem!reader (part 2)

the rubber man suit - tate langdon x fem!reader

Kit Walker:

kit walker x fem!reader (facts & headcanons)

the gas station - kit walker x fem!reader (part 1)

the gas station - kit walker x fem!reader (part 2)

busy day - kit walker x fem!reader

“daddy needs mommy too” - sub!kit x fem!reader

“your boyfriend won’t hear about this” - kit walker x fem!reader (part 1)

“your boyfriend won’t hear about this” - kit walker x fem!reader (part 2)

Kyle Spencer:

hide and seek - kyle spencer x fem!reader

from hell to heaven - kyle spencer x fem!reader

“I ︎♡︎ you” - kyle spencer x fem!reader

Jimmy Darling:

magic hands - jimmy darling x fem!reader

James Patrick March:

forever mine - james patrick march x fem!reader (part 1)

forever mine - james patrick march x fem!reader (part 2)

honeymoon sex - james patrick march x fem!reader

“will you be mrs march?” sub!james x dom!fem!reader

Kai Anderson:

the punishment - kai anderson x fem!reader

a kidnapper falling for his hostage - kai anderson x fem!reader

AHS Matchups:

sally mckenna x @voidsmind

tristan duffy x *anonymous

[americxn]

Take What is Given (Tristan Duffy x The Countess x Fem!Reader x JPM)

wordcount: 3.2k warnings: NSFW, minors dni, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, penetration, group sex, swearing

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The Countess, her head buried between your thighs and her lips gleaming with your wetness, made another swipe up the exterior of your pussy with her tongue, relishing the whine of desperation emanating from above her as her tongue nudged at your clit. A wave of warmth cleaved through your centre at the minimal touch and your head turned into the warm chest you were sat against, the owner’s hand reaching to take a hold of your jaw and force your head forwards. Your eyes fell on the mess of blonde curls between your thighs, stray strands brushing against your feverish skin. 

Your fingers clenched and unclenched at your sides as she repeated the simple action, a low groan working its way out from your throat. They had been at this for at least an hour now, cruelly holding you on the verge of orgasm, taking immense pleasure in toying sadistically with you. You made to say as much, your mouth parting in Tristan’s hand; his fingers reached up your face, palm settling over your mouth to block any words from falling off your tongue.

He shushed you softly, his breath warm at your ear. “You’ll take what we give you.” You sucked in a sharp breath behind his fingers, your eyes pricking with tears of frustration. The Countess hummed at the apex of your thighs, the sound reverberating through your core and your stomach tightened in response, desperate to utilise the minimal stimulation to push you over the edge. But your efforts were futile. You would have to take what you were given and feign gratitude that the two were even paying you any attention at all. Tristan reached with his free hand for your chest, his soft skin warm as he cupped one of your tits, rubbing the area sensually for a moment before allowing the tips of his fingers to latch onto the engorged bud at its centre and circle his digits onto it with cruel precision. 

Your thighs clenched around The Countess’ head in weak protest, your hips bucking into her face. She merely laughed breathily, amused by your desperation and pushed them away, her grip on your upper thighs unforgiving as she pinioned them apart on her plush mattress. She withdrew her face, cocking her head slightly as she beheld your glistening cunt, the entrance clenching and pulsating around nothing. “Tristan,” she began in a honeyed tone, “I don’t think they’re wet enough yet.” Tristan’s mouth curved into a cruel smile at her crooned words, his fingers stilling on your nipple. His mouth parted as he withdrew his hand, bringing his digits up to his mouth to wet them before bringing them back to your chest, resuming his idle tracing around your nipple before answering.

“No? Then maybe we need to up our game.” Your eyes fluttered shut in defeat at his lowly spoken words, your exhaled breath from your nose pouring onto the side of Tristan’s hand as you fought to keep your despair concealed. The Countess straightened, standing on her knees and slowly making her way up your body, her gaze trained on Tristan as she moved up your torso, her legs splaying over your hips to straddle you and her silky locks of hair brushing against your cheeks, your cunt forgotten as she locked eyes with her new target. 

Tristan returned her passion filled gaze, your eyes flicking up to watch as she leant in, slowly bringing her lips to his mere inches above your face. A breathy whimper slipped out from behind Tristan’s fingers as you watched them kiss, The Countess pulling away after several moments with Tristan’s lower lip caught between her teeth. She released her hold before chasing after his mouth once more, her tongue darting to trace over the small hurt before prying his lips apart and flooding into his mouth. Tristan hummed in satisfaction, tasting your wetness on her tongue and serving as his reminder that you were still lounged against his chest; the hand that had stilled on your nipple began to slowly trail downwards, tracing the curve of your beast and brushing against the skin above your bellybutton with tantalisingly light strokes. You relaxed under his gracious attention, your chin lifting slightly beneath his palm to watch as the show of arousal above you got more and more heated. The Countess reached for Tristan’s face, taking a moment to mindlessly run her fingertips up the valley of your breasts with a ghost’s touch before cupping his defined jaw. 

You squirmed beneath them, the temptation to delve your own fingers into your own cunt overwhelming. You forced yourself to refrain, knowing that if you lifted your hands from your sides, you would get nothing from the two Cortez residents kissing, nipping and licking at each other’s lips above you. Tristan moved his hand downwards, turning it over to scrape his knuckles across the plane of skin of your abdomen before venturing to your mons, beginning to trace idle patterns there with the tips of his fingers, his nails teasingly scraping every so often.

Your eyes dipped to The Countess’ figure, his tits hovering above yours. You so desperately wanted her to lower them to your own, to feel her hot skin pressing against yours. Your fingers twitched and you risked lifting them to her sides, eyes flicking back up to the view of the underside of her jaw to gauge her reaction as you ran your hands up her ribs with a sparing touch. She didn’t seem to take any notice and so, emboldened, you repeated the action once more, groaning quietly when she moved her knees up slightly, planting them on either side of your hips and reaching for the hands you had lingering at her waist, taking them in her grip and bringing them back down to your sides, using her body weight to keep them pinned there. You shifted in annoyance, Tristan’s exposed hard-on pressing into the small of your back. 

Above you, their lips disconnected, The Countess grinning in feral delight as she moved her lips up the length of his defined cheekbone to his ear, leaving a trail of kisses in her wake. Her jaw worked as she whispered something to him. You strained to listen but gathered nothing, hot arousal pooling in your loins as you felt Tristan’s cock twitch under you in response to her hushed words. Tristan’s hand left your mons, coming to instead settle on your hips and easily lift your weight off him. He maneuvered out from underneath you, pushing your body further down the mattress and straightening, his knees planting into the mattress just above your head. You watched, desire quickly melting away into frustration as The Countess lifted a leg, removing her body from above yours. She paused to bat Tristan’s hand away from your mouth, leaning down to replace it with her lips in a lingering kiss. Your stomach fluttered, your head lifting off the mattress to chase after her mouth as she withdrew it, all hands lifting from your body and leaving you pinned to the mattress by your own desperate obedience. 

She smiled softly down at you before turning herself around, her knees coming to rest at either side of your head and her arms bracing beside your hips. You glanced up, almost drooling at the sight of her parted pussy exposed above you, Tristan’s thumb coming to run from her opening to her clit in one smooth motion. You were about to verbalise your desire to taste her when Tristan walked his knees closer to her, his long fingers wrapping around the base of his fully stiffened cock. His hand made several journeys up and down his length before his hips pressed forwards, Tristan guiding his cock into The Countess’ cunt, her velour walls enveloping his impressive length easily. You moaned freely, devouring the sight of her back arching as she leant back into his cock, a sigh of satisfaction leaving her mouth. Your lip caught between your teeth, biting down hard as Tristan leisurely withdrew his length beside sliding it all the way back inside of her, repeating the almost lazy action several times before grasping onto her hips and establishing a deep, steady rhythm. The moans leaving her mouth were exaggerated for your benefit, your cunt slickening even more at the sight of Tristan’s cock pounding into her, more and more of her gleaming wetness gathering at the base of his thick shaft.

After several more moments of this, The Countess dropped onto her elbows, her tits pressing against your lower abdomen and her face coming to hover inches above your throbbing cunt. You lifted your hips slightly, silently begging her to taste you but the attempt to lure her in was futile; her nails dug into your hips and she forced them back down onto the mattress, gripping onto you with enough force to leave crescent shaped indents in the skin as her pleasure began to mount. You groaned, the dull pain welcomed as pleasure amongst your desperation to be touched, Tristan’s hands tightening on her hips as he began to snap his own with more ferocity, the tendons bordering the column of his throat shifting as he tipped his head back towards the ceiling. Your neck strained as you lifted your head, unable to resist any longer and reaching with your tongue for the cock pounding in and out of her dripping cunt.

Tristan smirked at the ceiling as he felt the tip of your tongue nudge against the base of his shaft, his pace unrelenting, leaving your tongue no room to swirl around The Countess’ weeping entrance as it was fucked. You moved your attention up to her clit that had revealed itself from its hood, pressing the tip of your tongue against it and allowing Tristan’s powerful thrusts to move her against you, her sweetness coating your tongue. Meanwhile, your own cunt lay forgotten, still attempting to clench around nothing and your hips gyrating of their own accord beneath The Countess’ hands in a search for any friction that might refuel your retreating sensitivity. 

He didn't bother to knock, smoothing out an imaginary crease in his pristine suit jacket, his pale fingers at stark contrast with her black double doors as he raised a hand to push one open, his scolding complaint poised on his thin lips; she had failed to attend this evening’s organised monthly dinner. 

He stepped into her suite with a scowl, the charming decor all too familiar to him as he stormed through the doors. Every thought dissipated from his annoyance clouded mind as his gaze fell on the large bed in the centre of the room. She looked up at him, offering a feral grin that was mirrored by the person rutting into her savagely from behind. Tristan.

His mouth parted, a flurry of shameless arousal cutting through him at the sight of his ex lover, her eyes clouded with pleasure, her pristinely painted lips swollen, her face contorting in pleasure as Tristan continued to have his way for her, not bothering to consider him as an interruption. Then his dark gaze dropped to the spread legs beneath Elizabeth’s face, gleaming with wetness and pulsating pathetically. The Countess’ eyes drifted shut, dismissing his presence as she indulged herself fully in the show of pleasure he had stumbled into. 

The door closed softly behind him and he took an uncharacteristically unsure glance at its dark polished surface before flicking his eyes back to the bed, the cunt winking at him from beneath Elizabeth’s face leaking juices, beginning silently to be played with. His cock hardened.

He weighed his options for a short second longer before approaching the scene, a blissfully erotic moan drifting from Elizabeth’s neatly painted red lips as he took another step closer. His eyes drifted downwards, to the body beneath the fucking couple, their elbows braced on the bed in order to lift themselves up to where they dined upon The Countess’ cunt. A crimson lipstick stain was painted on the inside of their upper thigh, another, slightly more faded version, mirrored onto the skin of the opposite leg. He closed the rest of the distance between him and the bed with predatory intent, wanting nothing more than to free his cock from the confines of his tight pants and stuff it deep into the moaning mouth of his desired lover, the imagined sound of her groans stifled around his length echoing through the darkest part of his mind.

But the poor cunt that went unattended to - an even sheen of wetness coating its surface, dripping to the bud of their asshole and smeared onto their upper thighs - called to him. And so he discarded his cane on the bed beside the tangle of bodies and lowered himself to his knees on the edge of his mattress. Elizabeth’s eyes drifted open, finding his wholly dark stare already boring into hers as he lifted a hand off the mattress, leaning down slightly to blow cruelly on the pussy before him, his eyes never once straying from hers. She managed to offer him a satisfied smile before her pleasure took her in its grips once more, her face scrunching in erotic bliss. A  squeak of surprise emanated from beneath the bodies, the muscles in the thighs splayed before him fluttering. James lifted a hand, pressing the tip of his index finger against the very top of their cunt and running it through their wetness, over their clit and through their glistening folds before poising it above their entrance, circling the opening idly. “Who’s this?” He murmured, loudly enough for the subject of his question to hear his voice from where they attended to Elizabeth’s clit with their tongue. “... A plaything.” She responded breathlessly, her eyes still screwed shut. James smirked, the tip of his finger making a second journey up through their engorged labia, coming to trace his initials onto their clit with cruel precision before trailing it back down and finally plunging it into their core. 

A low groan sounded from beneath Elizabeth, barely audible over Tristan’s pants of pleasure as he forced his cock even deeper into her cunt, his mouth falling open as his release neared, manifesting in the glowing tension slowly beginning to unfurl deep in his gut, spreading its sweet warmth into his loins.

He slowly withdrew his finger, swirling it around their gleaming opening once more before embedding it to the hilt within them, repeating this simple action several more times before adding a second finger, then a third. Their slick inner walls clenched around his digits, desperate to pull them deeper and as he established a steady pace, twisting and curling his fingers expertly, he relished in the string of whimpering groans that fell from their softly parted lips as they struggled to continue attended to Elizabeth’s clit.

The stranger’s fingers began to coax the orgasm that had been so cruelly warded off by The Countess and Tristan’s expert toying and the sight of Tristan’s hips stuttering as he struggled to maintain his brutal thrusting was enough to make you come undone. The velvet tongued stranger matched Tristan’s pace, quickening the curling strokes that his fingers made within you, the rough pads of his digits reaching deeper than expected and coaxing ribbons of pleasure to form and swarm to the bundle of ecstasy building and building in your gut. The Countess’ grip on your hips tightened, the dim pain barely registering amongst the pleasure being provided by the skilful fingers buried deep in your cunt. Your head fell back to the mattress, the sweet musk of your temporary mistress lingering on your tongue.

You watched through a lens of mounting pleasure as Tristan’s thrusts became messy, his head falling forwards and his mouth parting in ecstasy as he came, spilling his cum deep into The Countess, her awaiting walls becoming slick with his hot seed as she clenched around him, her own orgasm barrelling into her in turn. She gasped loudly from between your legs, her head lolling forwards, the sound of James’ fingers entering you again and again filling the room, your wetness pooling at the base of his fingers as he pushed you closer and closer to the overhanging edge of the depthless pit of dizzying euphoria yawning open beneath you.

With one final thrust of Tristan’s hips into The Countess, a mixture of their cum spilling from her opening and gathering at the base of his shaft and with a low groan from both of them, the stranger’s expert thrusting pushed you over the edge and your back arched as you freefell into the whispering pit of rapture, the man between your legs chuckling as he felt you clench around him. His fingers ceased their furious thrusting, stilling deep within you and curling at the perfect angle, giving you something to grip onto as your eyes rolled, a wave of pleasure slamming into you as you finally reached orgasm. Tristan and Elizabeth floated down from their highs, sated smiles curving their lips as they listened to the small noises of gratification pouring from your lips and regarded the slight quivering of your body beneath them.

Tristan reached around the Countess’ body, his fingers finding your mouth and parting your lips before delving into your warmth. You hummed around his digits, allowing his touch to ground you and lead you back to reality after your mind shattering orgasm, your tongue flicking about the smooth pads of his fingers.

He withdrew them after several moments, your body falling back to the mattress with a sharp gasp as your reeling mind was released from the strong throes of orgasm. The Countess dipped her head to press a single kiss to your pulsing clit and the small touch made you jolt, the brush of her lips against your wetness too much to handle this soon after orgasm. 

She smirked, rolling off your body and gazing up at Tristan, the two of you laying side by side on your backs, her head beside your upper thighs, the soft locks of her hair brushing lightly against your skin. You peered up at Tristan, his cock hanging limply between his legs.

There were only three of you in the room by the time you had pieced your mind back together enough to weakly raise your head to survey the spot between your parted thighs. But there was no one there. The stranger who had granted you your orgasm had disappeared entirely. You frowned, glancing around the room in confusion. Tristan read the confusion in your eyes but simply smiled down at you and reached out a hand to help you up, the question on your lips chased away by his mouth as it found yours, The Countess sitting up behind you and beginning to press a row of open mouthed kisses along the length of your shoulder.

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American Horror Story masterlist

(I'm no longer taking requests for American Horror Story)

Key:

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

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Tate Langdon

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

Tate Langdon dating someone who's transmasc ◇

Nail Polish and Nirvana ♡

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Violet Harmon

Soft dom Violet Harmon ♧◇

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Billie Dean Howard

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

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Moira O'Hara

Duster Fuck ♧

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Kit Walker

Kit Walker dating someone who's transmasc ◇

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

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Lana Winters

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

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Cordelia Goode

Trans fem Cordelia Goode ◇

That a Girl ♧

Caught In the Act ♧

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

Dirty A-Z headcanon game: B, D, L, P, Q, R, S, W, Y ♧◇

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Kyle Spencer

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

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Madison Montgomery

Picnic Baskets and Confessions of Love ♤♡

Dance With Me ♡

Madison Montgomery Fluff Alphabet ♡◇

Punishment and Bargaining ♧

Madison Montgomery nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Moral Of The Story ♤♡

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Jimmy Darling

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

You're Not A Freak, Doll ♤♡

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Bette and Dot Tattler

Baking With Bette and Dot ◇

Good Girls ♧

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

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Dandy Mott

Sub Dandy Mott ♧◇

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Maggie Esmeralda

Run Away With Me ♤♡

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James Patrick March

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

James Patrick March x reader with anger issues ◇

James Patrick March being nervous around the reader ◇

James Patrick March x deaf reader ◇

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Sally Mckenna

You Can't Leave Me ♤☆

Hypodermic Sally x reader who tries to leave her ♤◇☆

Sex With A Ghost ♧

Sally Mckenna x reader who's a songwriter ◇

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

Dirty A-Z headcanon game: C, R ♧◇

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Liz Taylor

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

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Tristan Duffy

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

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Shelby Miller

Hot Tea and Rainstorms ♡

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Audrey Tindall

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

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Rory Monahan

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

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Kai Anderson

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

Whores Get Nothing ♧

Kidnapping Confessions ♤♧

Cuddling With Pre Cult Kai ◇

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Ally Mayfair-Richards

The Clown In The Kitchen ♤♡

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

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Winter Anderson

Winter Anderson fluff alphabet ♡◇

Winter Anderson nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Nighttime Terrors ♤♡

Dom Winter Anderson ♧◇

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Michael Langdon

Michael Langdon eras x reader with daddy issues ◇

Mornings With Michael ♡

Michael Langdon in a maid outfit ◇

Alphabet Boy ♤♡

Sucking on Michael Langdon's fingers ♧◇

Spanking Michael Langdon ♧◇

Happy Halloween ♧

Enemies With Benefits ♧

Murder House Michael Langdon being soft ♡◇

Calming Techniques ♤☆

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Wilhemina Venable

Dom Wilhemina ♧◇

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

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Jeff Pfister

Having an online relationship with Jeff Pfister ◇

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Brooke Thompson

Late Night Anxieties ♤♡

Date Officially Canceled (Brooke x Donna) ♧

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Montana Duke

Montana Duke when she gets jealous ◇

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Xavier Plympton

Sub Xavier Plympton ♧◇

Xavier Plympton being needy ♧◇

Big Trauma Can Come In Small Packages ♤♡

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Donna Chambers

Roller Rink Romance ♡

Date Officially Canceled (Brooke x Donna) ♧

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Margaret Booth

Sugar mommy Margaret Booth ♧◇

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Harry Gardner

Protein Shakes ♤♡

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

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Doris Gardner

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

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Austin Sommers

The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow ♤♡

Austin Sommers nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Crimson Sheets ♧

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Tuberculosis Karen

I Promise ♤☆

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

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Dr. Calico

Blue Moon Tears ♤♡

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𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

rpf, necrophilia, incest, pregnancy, daddy/little play, age play, spitting, kitten, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, alpha/omega, domestic violence, kid fics, male!character x male!oc, i hate the word ‘doll’ as a pet name so i avoid it like the plague.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

smut (refer to the above list when it comes to this), fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to a certain degree), blood play, knife play, some bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, capture x captive, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, step siblings, supernatural, villainary, choking, mommy/daddy kink (to an extent).

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

marvel ↷

miguel o’hara, hobie brown, marc spector, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, peter parker (all variants), yelena belova, joaquin torres, doctor strange, wade wilson, carol danvers, eddie brock, scott lang, hope van dyne, kate bishop, hela, pietro maximoff, logan howlett, wanda maximoff, steve rogers, kraven, cable, druig, makkari, thena, blade

dc universe ↷

dinah lance/black canary, diana prince, clark kent, pamela isley/poison ivy, arthur curry/aquaman, harley quinn, adrian chase, pattinson!bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler

top gun: maverick ↷

jake 'hangman' seresin, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, natasha 'phoenix' trace, beau 'cyclone' simpson, reuben 'payback' fitch

star wars ↷

poe dameron, finn, kylo ren/ben solo, bo-katan kryze, din djarin, young!han solo

scream ↷

ethan landry, stu macher, billy loomis, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, amber freeman, tara carpenter

bridgerton ↷

anthony bridgerton, colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, kate sharma, simon basset, phillip crane

house of the dragon ↷

ser harwin strong, daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen

american horror story ↷

cordelia goode, tristan duffy, michael langdon, harry gardner, madison montgomery, kit walker, xavier plympton, ally mayfair-richards

etc shows ↷

villanelle, lip gallagher, tommy miller, carmy berzatto, luca (the bear), kate parks, daisy jones, billy dunne, warren rhodes, geralt of rivia, love quinn, max wolfe, olivia benson, roman godfrey, dream the endless, lucifer (sandman), jonathan pine, mira phillips, the salesman (squid game), hwang jun ho (squid game), kim geon-woo (bloodhounds)

movies ↷

john wick, finnick odair, peeta mellark, johanna mason, han lue, cipher, walter de ville, tangerine, dave lizewski, thomas sharpe, james conrad, neil (tenet), edward cullen, millie / molotovgirl, dante reyes, thrandull, steve kemp, charlie swan, marquis vincent de gramont, keys (free guy), akira (john wick), beverly marsh (it two), ben hanscom (it two), keith (barbarian), frank (don't worry darling)

adam driver ↷

kylo ren/ben solo, adam sackler, flip zimmerman, phillip altman, charlie barber, henry mchenry, commander mills, rick smolan, officer ronnie peterson, matt the radar technician, clyde logan, paterson, jude

oscar isaac ↷

santiago garcia, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, william tell, blue jones, rydel keener

pedro pascal ↷

din djarin, javier peña, frankie morales, javi gutierrez, joel miller, dieter bravo

chris evans ↷

ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, andy barber, ari levinson, frank adler, steve rogers, jake wyler

[nvwxrlvcns]

I Could Get Used To This

pairing: Tristan Duffy x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, pre smut, smut mention, smoking

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bonniebird]

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