#ahs countess

[chro-matica]

we love to play destroy! (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ 

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[lcnelyghost]

Hey, this could be just a jpm request or with the evans but how they would react to a s/o who swears alot 💀💀

help i literally love this idea. as someone who’s scottish and has a habit of swearing quite a bit, i just KNOW james finds bad language atrocious 😭

watch you’re tongue//jpm

pairings: james patrick march x fem reader

rating: pg??

warnings; none! perhaps a lot of harsh language but this is literally tumblr lmfao

“OH FUCK RIGHT OFF!!! I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS SHITTY FUCKING THING!!!” You screamed, slamming you’re phone down harshly onto the table. Why was it so hard to not have autocorrect on you’re ass all the time?

Meanwhile, Mr March was in his office, listening to you go off about whatever you had been doing for the past hour or so. He groaned slightly at the foul words you were currently saying. He should’ve grown used to this daily routine by now. If you got angry at even the slightest little thing, you’d full on explode. That was why James would often hear a string of curses come fumbling out of you’re mouth.

“NOOOOOO!! OH GET YOURSELF TO FUCK ALREADY!” You yelled again. James pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, muttering something to himself with great annoyance.

“FUCK THIS SHIT!” You repeated over and over again. James now fully couldn’t concentrate and it was starting to really bother him. He was working so hard on these plans, and you’re fit of rage in the background wasn’t helping at all.

He sighed and got up, exiting his office. You heard his footsteps getting ready to enter the bedroom, so you just managed to shut up yet still tapped at you’re phone furiously.

James knocked twice right as you told him to come in. You decided to turn you’re phone off and tossed it to the other side of the bed.

“Darling, may I speak with you for a second?” He asked politely. You signalled to him that you were sort of busy but he didn’t move whatsoever.

“Please.”

You huffed and motioned for him to sit down. He sat on the foot of the bed with his hands in his pockets, exhaling calmly.

“Dear.. what it is that has caused you to be so upset? I couldn’t help but hear that, erm.. filthy language..” You cringed a little as you heard James say those words. You knew he wasn’t you’re biggest fan when it came to how many vulgar and disgusting words were said by you from time to time.

You awkwardly scratched you’re neck. “Oh, uh.. well.. I had no clue anyone was listening if i’m being honest..”

James cleared his throat and looked away for a second. “Dear, this isn’t in any way intended to be offensive.. but it was hard for me not to hear you..”

You bit you’re lip as you realised you had distracted him from his work again. You and these constant unexpected fits of rage..

“Oh James.. i’m sorry. I’ll try to keep that under control as best as I can. It’s not very ladylike of me..” You said, taking him by his hand. He smiled softly and placed a light kiss on one of you’re own hands.

“Not to worry darling… oh! These last few notes shouldn’t take too long! I’ll instruct Miss Evers to begin making dinner shortly.” He winked, you giggled at him and watched as he left the room. You returned back to going on you’re phone and just ignored what you’d recently been up to.

Suddenly, a loud crash caught you’re attention. You’re head quickly snapped up from you’re phone as you froze completely.

James had accidentally fallen over something that Miss Evers had left out. He hissed in pain as a hand flew to his mouth. What he’d only just realised is that whilst he was going down onto the floor, he’d said something that you CERTAINLY would bring up the next minute you saw him.

“SHIT!”

[syven-siren]

Late Night Rewards

Summary: The reader gets rewarded for handling temptation so well. (The Countess x Submissive!Male!Reader)

Requested by anon: “I was wondering if you could write a Countess x submissive male reader? Maybe some gfd? I re watched hotel and jsjkskxbgf i just want her to control me”

Getting ready for another of Will Drake’s famous fashion shows, you inspect your outfit for the occasion in the full-length mirror; looking for any reason to take it off. Sighing deeply, you realize you have no way to get out of attending this ludicrous event. You are not pleased. Not at all. If it were up to you, you and Elizabeth would be staying in your room or going out on the town. Prowling for her next meal should be the priority but she was quick to shut down that idea saying that you would both find enough entertainment in attending the runway show. 

“Darling, if you keep pouting like that you’ll get frown lines.”

“Why are you even going to this again? I thought you were done playing with Drake’s emotions. And, why do I have to go? I have better things to do than gawk at some high-priced models.” You respond bitterly, watching her in the reflection as she straightens your suit jacket. 

“My love, you know very well I can’t go on my own. They are expecting us both,” She says lowly. Spinning you to face her, her calculated gaze ensures that every aspect of your ensemble is in pristine order. Her fingertips tickle along your hairline, smoothing some of your lose locks back into place. “If you behave during the event and stop pouting, you will be rewarded. I promise.” Ending her statement, Elizabeth kisses your neck, staining the skin that protects your pulse point with her matte red lipstick. It’s the one blemish she doesn’t mind leaving on you; a subtle mark to show to those with curious eyes who you belong to. 

During the event, you can’t help but shift in your chair every few minutes and your leg bounces frantically. Impatience and irritation streaming off of you in waves. It doesn’t help that any chance she gets, Elisabeth has her hands on your body; caressing you through the high-quality fabric of your outfit. Glancing at her, you pick up on how her lips are turned up into a smirk. She knows exactly what she is doing to you; seeing how long you can withstand the temptation she provides. Her hand delicately glides along your thigh, moving higher before reaching its desired destination. A firm squeeze on your half-harden member almost jolts you from your seat. Elizabeth’s soft chuckle reaches your ears as one of the other guests sitting to your left asks if you’re okay. Stammering out an affirmative, you grab Elizabeth’s wrist causing her to raise a perfectly manicured eyebrow in disapproval.

“I thought you were going to be good, baby? Or, did you not want your reward later?” She whispers with her eyes still trained on the passing models. Humming, you relax, settling back in your seat as she continues rubbing you through your pants. Biting your lip, you attempt to silence your whimpers and maintain a neutral appearance. She’s going to be the death of you but at least your end will be one of pleasure.  

As the customary post-show celebrations conclude, you are aching and straining against your pants; wanting to find release. On the journey back up to the penthouse suite, you and the beautiful Countess share the elevator with random guests and models going back to their respective rooms. With her back pressed against you, her sculpted body grinds against you in ways you know only she can move. By the time you both make it back to the penthouse, it is well past midnight and you're at your limit.

“You’ve been so good, baby. Let’s see if you can last a bit longer. I want you to undress and go wait for me in our room. Don’t even think about touching yourself.” 

Doing as she says, you take quick long steps towards the bedroom, beginning to take your clothes off along the way. Waiting for her on the edge of the bed, your anticipation heightens along with your desire to be touched. 

“I saw the way you were looking at those models. Did you enjoy the view?” 

Unsure what to say, you watch as her hips sway to an imaginary beat. Running her fingers through your hair, she surprises you by tugging your head back; a yelp leaving your mouth.  

“I asked you a question, my darling. Did you enjoy watching all those models?” 

“N-no. I c-couldn’t even look at them,” You stammer out. She’s so close but won’t give you what you want. Humming at your comment, she waits for you to continue, “A-all I could think about was you t-touching me. I want you so bad.”

“Good boy. The only person you should be looking at is me. The only person that gets to touch you is me.” She doesn’t seem pleased when all you do is nod enthusiastically. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.” 

“I want you to touch my cock. Please.” And she does. Reaching between you, her thumb gently plays with the head of your cock. The sensation of finally feeling her touch causes you to suck in a sharp breath. It alone sends shocks throughout your body and overly sensitive member. With your whimpers as motivation to continue, she begins to fist your cock in long strokes, using the leaking precum to make her skillful hand movements seem even more effortless. 

Unconsciously, you attempt to fondle her breast. Tsking at you, she stops and slaps your hand away; earning a low whining groan from you. Finding your insistence irritating, she releases you and slides her body between your legs. Her skin brushes deliciously along your body. And her nails rank down your torso and thighs leaving long red marks in their wake. Landing on her knees, she captures your cock between her cleavage, using her soft mounds to massage your swollen shaft. You nearly jump out your skin when you feel her tongue dart out to lap at the tip of your cock before she takes all of you in her mouth. It feels so good that you wouldn’t mind if these were your final moments on earth. 

The combination of her warm mouth sucking you for everything you have and her plush chest squeezing along the base of your member sends you over the edge. Before you can warn her, your hips arch up off the bed, shoving yourself further into her awaiting mouth. Thick ropes of cum coat the back of her throat as she swallows everything. When she pulls away, the final remnants of your orgasm dribble onto her chin and down her chest. Not one to waste anything, she collects your cum from her chin and licks it off her fingers. 

You can barely catch your breath before she presses her lips against yours in a suffocating kiss. Sweet yet salty, you taste yourself as she forces her tongue into your mouth. Breaking the heated exchange, she watches you with lust-filled eyes, “I think it’s your turn to show me how much you appreciate me, don’t you, baby boy?” The implication of her words sends a tingle down your spine. The night is far from over. 

[dirtyahs]

The Power Couple (The Countess x Reader)

thank you @cheerocracyx for the request!! I hope you luv it as much as i luv u!

Prompts: “Why was this so expensive for so little clothing?” + “You look so hot I could fuck you senseless right now.” + “You taste so sweet, honey.” 

Word count: 1,626

Warnings: none really, female x female oral sex (reader receiving)

What felt like years ago, you had made the pleasant mistake of staying at the Hotel Cortez. You were young and desperate for some kind of thrill and fun in your life, and you'd always been told never to stay in this specific hotel; so of course you had to. That was about six months ago. You had been at the bar that evening, sucking down whatever Miss Liz Taylor had put in front of you. You were the only one at that bar for awhile, before a woman took the seat next to you. She was breathtaking, beautifully curved body, platinum blonde hair, and she spoke so eloquently, she had managed to take you back to her room that night. You'd never had a woman so beautiful flirt with you before, the answer was obvious.

She brought you to the top floor, bringing you into the beautiful penthouse suite, immediately taking your breath away. 

"This is beautiful." You turned to look at her, watching as she stripped out of her black coat. She approached you slowly, hands wrapping around your hips, noses barely touching.

"You taste like my favorite drink." She smiled against you, making you giggle - strawberry vanilla vodka. That was the first night you had the walls almost shaking from how she had you screaming. 

From then on, you and Elizabeth were the power couple of the hotel residents. She quickly let you in on the whole situation - all of the ghosts that had made home there and the creature she actually was. There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted to be with her forever, so you agreed to let her turn you. The transition wasn't nearly as difficult as you had expected it to be, but it did take some getting used to. Having Elizabeth there with you made it so much easier though. Essentially, you two were doing great.

You loved watching her do anything, from reading in your bed, to getting ready, to telling Mr. March he can't watch you two have sex. 

That one was your favorite though, he just wouldn't give up the idea. Elizabeth had been out shopping all day, she invited you, but looking through hundreds of racks wasn't your first idea of fun. So you spent the day tidying up around your suite, it'd be a nice surprise for her when she got home. Your heart fluttered when you heard the door open, the ruffling of bags lining her arms.

"I'm home, angel." She called, setting everything down on the couch. You walked out to meet her, wearing a pair of black spandex shorts and a little white tank top, blushing when she looked you up and down.

"How was your day, Lizzy?" You smiled, her arms wrapping around your waist, pressing a 'hello' kiss into your lips.

"It was wonderful, I got you a few things." She whispered. She just oozed of sex appeal - she could look at you the right way and you'd be on the bed ready to do whatever she asked of you.

"Baby, you didn't have to get me anything!" You whined, pouting playfully. You didn't need her to buy you anything, but she loved to spoil you. And she had beautiful taste, so you knew you were in for something good.

"But I already did. And I can't wait for you to wear it for me." She pulled from your arms and grabbed one of the bags she had set down, handing it over to you with a small smirk. You looked up at her, but opened the bag that was stuffed with white tissue paper.

"Elizabeth..." You gasped, pulling out a La Perla Exotique bra, black thin lace. She loved black lace.While examining it, you caught a glimpse of the price tag, 

"$400.00! Why was this so expensive...for so little clothing?" Your jaw had dropped and you couldn't manage to close it. "There's more, darling, keep going." Her voice was quiet and seductive, sending a chill down your spine. The matching pantie set, racking up another $205.00

"You didn't need t-" She cut you off by handing you one more bag, this one smaller though. Your heart felt like it was going to burst right out of your chest. You opened the bag, proceeding to open the small box inside, suddenly feeling breathless.

"This isn't me asking you to marry you..." She said quietly, smiling as you stared down at the silver Cartier Love ring, three diamonds encrusted into it.

"This is just me promising that I'm going to ask you some day." She took the ring and grabbed your hand, sliding it over your ring finger. You felt like you couldn't breath, this had to cost upwards of $3,000.

"Lizzy, I-" She stopped you again, kissing your hand she had just placed the ring on.

"Don't tell me I didn't have to. I wanted to. I love you more than anything." She kissed you gently, holding each side of your face.

You smiled against her lips, "I love you too..."

"Now, go put on that lingerie for me, I've been thinking about seeing you in it all day." 

Your cheeks were dusted pink, and you took the bag into the bathroom with you, stripping out of your comfy house clothes and sliding into the tiny black set. You touched up your hair, putting it half up like you know she likes. Honestly, you looked damn good and felt that way. Somehow Elizabeth just knew what would look good on you. You took a deep breath and opened the door, walking into your shared bedroom to see your girl on the gray satin sheets, down to her black thong and diamond necklace, a cigarette between her lips.

You two locked eyes for a moment, scanning over each other in a mix of love, appreciation, and desperate lust. 

"Come here, angel." She said, leaning up so she was sitting on her legs. You obeyed and approached the bed, crawling over your side, making sure your ass was on show for her, earning a playful smack. You giggled and laid on your back, already feeling your excitement as she crawled over you, straddling your hips. She took her cigarette and burnt it out on the side table, moving to plant open mouthed kisses all over your neck, her long nails making circles all over your skin.

"How does it look?" You whispered, body covered in shivers.

"You look so hot I could fuck you senseless right now." She growled next to your ear, hands now squeezing your thighs.

"And that's exactly what I'm going to do." She smirked against your skin and you exhaled, feeling breathless. She tended to have this effect on you.Her lips moved over your neck, making deep purple hickeys over her trail, moving down to your breasts, flicking her tongue over your nipples through the thin fabric, making you whine, desperate to feel her without the lace in the way. She squeezed your hips as you bucked them a bit, dragging her tongue down your abdomen, kissing along your hips teasingly. 

"Please..." You whimpered, fingers running along the fabric of your sheets that felt so good on your skin. She ghosted her lips over your skin, spreading your legs for you, kissing your core through the damp fabric between your thighs. 

"Already wet for me, hm kitten?" The pet name only made it worse.

"Yes, Mistress." You groaned desperately, knowing what it did to her when you called her that. With your words she bit at your thigh, making you squeal, before hooking a finger into the lace, pulling your panties aside, licking a stripe up to your clit. Ever so gently, she flicked her tongue against the little bud, making sure to go slow. 

You taste so sweet, honey." She growled against your skin, picking up her pace, making you moan louder than before. She held your trembling thighs in place, flicking and swirling her tongue around your clit, moving her hands up to toy with your nipples, tugging on them gently.

"M-mistress.." You slurred, arching your back as she had you close so quickly. She leaned up, making you whimper at the lost contact.

"Cum for me angel." She growled, "Let the whole hotel know who owns this pretty little pussy." 

Her lips returned to lap at your clit, one hand moving down to force two fingers into your soaked heat, making you arch your back, damn near screaming. She only went faster though, your legs shaking, feeling that heat form in your tummy. 

"I-I'm gonna cum..." You moaned, feeling your orgasm wash over you. 

"Mistress!!" You yelled out as she kept going through your orgasm, not slowing down or lightening up in the slightest. Instinctively your body tried to push back but she pulled you close to her face once again, lapping up your cum as if she needed it to survive. Once she leaned up, her smirk was evident.

"You're still so cocky, as if you forget what you do to me." You teased, trying desperately to catch your breath. She moved to lay next to you, wrapping her arms around you after lighting another cigarette. 

"James would've loved to see that." You teased, smiling against her chest, making her laugh. 

"Maybe we should let him watch - just once. It could be fun to show him how much neither of us need a man to satisfy." She smirked, your eyes widening, but honestly the idea did excite you.

"Let's invite him for round two then." You winked at her, moving to straddle her hips now. It was going to be a very long (very fun) night. 

[tatelangdonisbaeaf]

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[lcnelyghost]

ahs characters as songs pt 2:

The Countess

doin time - lana del ray

who is she? - i monster

lovegame - lady gaga

cake - melanie martinez

babydoll gone wrong - skye sweetnam

crazy - the kidney thieves

living dead girl - rob zombie

tear you apart - she wants revenge

dark paradise - lana del ray

gangsta - kehlani

heavy metal lover - lady gaga

whisper - evanescence

slave 4 you - britney spears

did it on em - nicki minaj

i’m so sick - flyleaf

back to black - amy winehouse