maneater (literally). bold and unshameful. high heels, stilettos & stylish boots. free spirit. parties. humorous. mini skirts and shorts. adventurous. paired with many evan peters' characters.
VAMPIRE!READER who naturally is a wolf in sheep's clothing to attract her victims. the more blood-fed she is, the more human she looks, skin not looking dead-corpse color or being affected by the sun. the only thing she needs most is blood, but human flesh is tasty enough to hold some of her hunger. the fangs? are always there, but people barely notice till vampire!reader is giving a devious smirk while her eyes shine red like the devil.
“awn, don't be scared... you still had luck. the last thing you'll see will be me.”
VAMPIRE!READER got some of her abilities nerfed as punishment after refusing to take the form of the true monster she was expected to be and spare the lives of innocent souls. but don't underestimate her, she's still strong enough to kill anyone or anything that has a pulse. enhanced senses, strong intuition, retractable claws, inhuman strength, speed and jump is various of her abilities, the scarier one is being not able to feel any pain at all —when is at her peak already full-fed—, any wounds and lost members of her body getting healed and regenerated in seconds.
“oh i like my boys playing hard to get, and i like my man all incompetent”
VAMPIRE!READER is totally a girls' girl, her targets being only men —usually the shittiest and incompetent ones—, always doing an exclusive hunt for the ones who made any woman or kid a victim of some cruelty or suffering, payback is her middle name. lowkey doing this also helps her to not feel guilt or remorse by who she takes life's from, anything that could help her to not feel like she is a true monster.
“and i swear they choose me, i'm not choosing them.”
VAMPIRE!READER loves being an insufferable brat and tests everyone's limits, having fun in taking nothing serious except when truly needed. she loves to do funny stunts mocking her victims and having a blast with the chasing; one time in halloween she chased some disgusting frat boys while wearing a whole ghostface costume (from scream) with her signature high heels, she couldn't stop laughing while hearing their screams. "pfft- come on! isn't cool a hottie wanting y'all now?!"
“why so sexy if so dumb? and how survive the earth so long?”
VAMPIRE!READER who denies the allegations of still having empathic feelings and a kind heart that doesn't beat anymore, but her actions always show the contrary. the 'strong bratty woman that doesn't care for nothing or anyone else' act easily breaks for the ones who actually see her by herself. the trust issues are always there under the confident iceberg being stronger than the sharp intuition, not trusting easily, and is convinced that anyone who gets too close either wants something from her or will eventually betray her. reassurance is always needed.
“the hottest thing a man could do is whimper and beg... better yet when it's for their life.”
VAMPIRE!READER is effortlessly stunning, perfect to perform her seductiveness to approach victims and manipulate them into thinking she's just a pretty dumb woman. her classic territory of acting is smaller cities or towns, better to leave without any suspects and headache complications. she enjoys visiting bigger cities of course, always giving her a good story to tell and a man to eat (interpret this how you please).
WORKS WITH VAMPIRE!READER
COLIN ZABEL
♱ i'm a good girl, officer.
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disclaimer: the pictures shown above are only illustrative, they don't descriptive !reader's appeareance at all, she's supposed to be you in any shape and color. \ some phrases are actually lyrics from 'manchild' by sabrina carpenter!
notes: she's an independent !reader (she isn't limited to a specific au/series) i want to explore with a bunch of characters portrayed by evan peters (e.g. ahs chars, quicksilver, warren lipka, etc), so feel free to do requests for her with any of them!!
Dandy hated it when you left the house, even more so with his car so he couldn't even catch up to you. If it was up to him he'd keep you in his playroom forever.
2025 re-write of my first ever fanfic. The original can be read here! I love this fanfic so much, it means a lot to me that this started this whole thing. So, I had to <33
Please reblog if possible!! It would mean a lot to me and I would appreciate every single interaction 💜
No one's perspective
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"You know I was perfectly happy walkin' back home.."
You shrugged as a response to Dora's words. The car hummed lowly as it drove the both of you home, an empty road infront of you with bare traffic, a quiet radio playing a new song. "You don't need to continue being walked all over by Dandy and Gloria. You deserve some good things in your life, and we can start by me driving you home whenever you get the groceries."
She let out an awkward chuckle as she glanced over at you, your sweet smile. Too sweet for Dandy to love. How on earth did he love you so? Were you just an exception to his utter chaotic mind or did he just like how you looked and thought it would make his mother happy? No matter what, you kept him surprisingly calm. It was odd.
"You're so strange, I honestly do not understand for the life of me how Dandy has taken to you the way he has."
The groceries shook in their paper bags in the trunk, tin cans clunking against the vegetables in the slightly tensed silence. It was a question that was forever unanswered, one Dandy never answered properly. He told everyone that you loved eachother, you were the only one he'd ever consider marrying or even just a partnership in some way. "Once we get back I'll help you unload everything okay?"
Dora made a noise and looked out the window, a slight uncomfortable wriggle in her movements. The leather car seats were something she wasn't used to, not really. But she appreciated your kindness and your concern for her life.
When the Mott Mansion appeared in sight, you parked quickly, used to where Dandy's car should be and would be. Turning the car off, everything fell to another silence, no low hum of the engine or the music proudly playing on the radio. "Well, thank you for driving me to and from... I appreciate it." Dora mentioned, both of you getting out of the car to haul the brown bags inside the house.
"Don't mention it Dora, someone has to. If Gloria and Dandy won't, I will." You replied simply, keys awkwardly opening the door with one of the bags in your arm. She sighed your name in pity she didn't need, walking with you into the kitchen. Bags placed on the counter, and you looked over at the table. "Oh, um, would you do me a favour and wipe the dining table please? It looks like it's starting to gather dust."
Before she could even say yes, Dandy's arms came and wrapped around your torso, pulling you back into him. He exclaimed your name with glee, holding you tight as you squealed in suprise. "Dandy! You scared me!" You chuckled, eventually bring let go so you could turn and face him. Dora just sighed and disappeared into the back of the kitchen, leaving you two alone for a few moments.
"I missed you, I missed you so much." He uttered, burying his head in your neck. His hands wandered you to keep you close. But he couldn't have that in the kitchen, no. Dandy eventually took your hands, bringing you upstairs into his playroom. Practically the safe haven for you both.
"i was only gone an hour my darling." You whispered back, keeping firm hands on his shoulders, right where they belonged. He huffed childishly, not accepting that you were only gone an hour. That was practically a lifetime to Dandy. Kisses were placed on your face, all over your cheeks, neck, everywhere possible.
"that's practically a lifetime." The childish man whimpered, laying you down on the small couch like seating in his playroom. "You are, much better, than any other person mother has brought home for me." He smiled, pressing kisses between words, to every single part of you he could find, just wanting to silently appreciate you.
"mm.. you flatter me Dandy."
"It's true! You, my lovely, are perfect. Absolutely perfect."
A simple chuckle left your lips, tilting your head back to let Dandy continue painting your skin with kisses and adoration. You were his everything, his world and he would burn his life down for you if you asked. "I love you Dandy."
"I love you more!"
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Synopsis: Clearly Cordelia does not feel the same way you feel about her.
Words: 2.5k
Warnings: jealousy, assumptions of unrequited love
You knew there was no reason to be jealous. Of course not. Cordelia wasn’t yours. It didn’t matter how you felt about her. There was no point denying your feelings for the Supreme, but that wasn’t the same as having them reciprocated. So you had no right to feel the churning of jealousy in your gut.
Until…
You looked up from the book you were reading, zeroing in on the two woman standing just outside the door. Cordelia’s hand was resting on Misty’s arm, leaning towards her as they talked softly. Your fingers clenched on your book. Taking a deep breath in, you paused, counting to ten in your head before letting it go again.
There was no reason to be jealous.
Misty said something, too quiet for you to hear. Cordelia tipped her head back, her laughter ringing through the room. You stilled, watching her, your eyes slipping over her body, taking in the long column of her neck, the shine of her hair, the curve of her lips. That was your laugh, the one you received when you amused her.
You inhaled sharply, closing your book and slipping out of the room. You couldn’t watch anymore. You couldn’t
There was no reason to be jealous.
Yeah right. Ever since Misty had come back it was like you had to fight for Cordelia’s attention. She’d stopped noticing you. Where once she sought your company, you’d been replaced. She didn’t have time for you. The shared smiles had stop, transferred to another. She’d stopped having time for you, all taken up by the returning witch. You noticed all the ways you were being pushed out, replaced without so much as a word.
What you didn’t notice was the way her eyes followed you out of the room.
You found a quiet spot in the garden to curl up with your book, doing your best to slip back into the words. It was hard, the image of the woman you’d stupidly fallen for as she fell for another kept playing on repeat in your head.
Every touch, every smile, every glance. You’d seen it over and over again. She was slipping further from you with every breath, every brush of fingers over arms, every cupped cheek. The distance was growing and you didn’t know how to stop it. You didn’t even know if it was worth trying.
Clouds were gathering overhead, blotting out the sun. You shivered as the air turned chilly, curling up further on the bench you were sitting on. You tipped your head back, leaving the pretence of reading behind. Closing your eyes, you basked in the memory of how it had been.
You missed the touch of her skin against yours, the way her eyes sparkled whenever you spoke to her, the soft laugh in the middle of the night when she caught you still up reading. You wanted her soft sigh as she directed you to bed, a hand on the small of your back, making sure you climbed into bed and turned the light off. You missed the way she’d pass you a cup of tea in the morning, knowing glint in her eye, fingers brushing against the back of your hand.
A cold drop of rain landed on your forehead. You sighed, picking up your book as another drop fell. You tipped your head back for one last moment, letting the water fall over you, sprinkling on your skin. Shivering, you took a deep breath in, trying to let the rain wash away the jealousy and the pain and the hurt.
It didn’t work.
Wandering back into the house, you didn’t care at the way the rain began to fall harder, only aiming to shield the book. You shivered, uncaring of the puddle of water you were tracking inside. You left the book on the table, stroking over the still dry cover, before leaving it behind. You trailed water through the house as you trudged up to your room.
Sitting in the bath with your arms curled around your knees, you watched the steam curl in the air. On a long exhalation you shaped it into hearts before they broke apart in a shattered kaleidoscope of painful shards. You don’t know how long you sat there, trying to warm the chill that had settled deep in your bones. Maybe you needed something more than a hot bath.
On bare feet, you padded into your room only to freeze as the door closed behind you.
“There you are,” Cordelia said, her voice soft enough to make you groan.
You didn’t know what to say. It had been a while since you’d seen her there, in your room, looking as if she belonged. You pressed your lips together, backing up until your spine was pressed against the door. In nothing but your robe, you felt exposed, vulnerable, like you’d left your armour behind.
“I was worried you’d melted in the rain,” she said, giving you a half small.
“No,” you said, “just having a bath.”
“You were drenched out there,” She took a step towards you, her hands clasped in front of her body, “you left something behind.”
Your book, the one you’d left in the kitchen as you’d rushed upstairs, was clutched in her hand. You opened your mouth to say something, then closed it again. The thought of her noticing you enough to know you’d been out in the rain sent an ache through your chest. She took another step towards you, holding the book out to you. You shook your head, pressing harder against the door.
“What’s wrong?” She seemed to wilt under your gaze.
“Nothing,” you said, voice so small you were surprised it still existed, “thank you for returning the book but I think I’m done with it.”
“You’ve read it?” she asked.
You shook your head. A love story wasn’t really what you were looking for. If you really wanted that you just had to watch Cordelia with Misty. Which only made you want to throw up.
“Darling, talk to me,” she said, taking one more step towards you.
“I’m just tired,” you said, not able to meet her eyes, “maybe you should go.”
Fingers tilted your chin up and you had to hold back tears. The touch of her skin against yours was what you’d been yearning for, wishing for, praying for. You tried to pull back but she held on, her grip tightening to keep you from moving away. You wanted it but not like this.
“If you really want me to go, I will,” she said, “but I’d rather stay and talk to you.”
“I’m sure you have other people you can talk to.” You hadn’t meant to sound so bitter about it.
Something in her face shifted. You held your breath, not wanting her to see the real reason, the embarrassment of it more than you’d be able to handle. She let you go, turning to walk to the bed, placing the book down on the bedside table. You could feel yourself trembling, still pressed against the door.
“You’ve been distant lately,” she said, fingertips running over your comforter.
“I…” You didn’t have a proper answer for her.
“I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve done something wrong. If I have I wish you’d tell me. I don’t like the thought of upsetting you,” she said. The way she looked at you with barely contained regret was not an expression you ever wanted to see on her face.
“You haven’t,” you said.
“Then why have you been avoiding me?”
That wide eyed stare swimming in sadness was not one that made you feel any better. Your heart clenched and you would have done anything to make her feel better.
But the accusation was ridiculous. You hadn’t been avoiding her. She’d been spending all her time with Misty, choosing someone else’s presence over yours. You’d thought… Well, what you’d thought wasn’t important anymore.
“I haven’t,” you said, “you’ve just been busy.”
“I’m never too busy for you,” she said, voice so soft it could break you in half.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Just because she believed it didn’t mean it was true. Hands cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at her and all those old feelings came swooping back in. Your heart skipped a beat and it didn’t matter that resentment had been building in your chest for weeks now. You’d always fall at her feet, even if she didn’t love you the way you loved her.
“Please. I’ve missed you,” she said.
You bit down on your lower lip, trying to keep all of the ugly thoughts inside. Her eyes flicked down to it, a thumb gently pulling it free. Your breath stuttered and you had no idea how to function with her so close, touching you in ways you could only dream of.
“Darling…” she breathed.
“I know how you feel about Misty,” you blurted out before it could go any further than it already had.
She blinked, drawing back far enough for you to be able to breath properly again. Her hands were still on your face but the look she was giving you was baffled, as if your words hadn’t made sense.
“What?” she asked.
“I know you’re in love with her,” you said, “so you probably shouldn’t be touching me like this.”
“You think I’m in love with Misty? Our Misty?” She sounded so confused.
“I don’t think. I know you are. I’ve seen you with her and I’m not an idiot. It’s obvious,” you said, wondering if you should be pushing her away as she wasn’t moving on her own.
“I’m not in love with Misty,” she said with a small shake of her head.
“You don’t have to lie to me just to spare my feelings,” you said, “seriously, it’s fine.”
“And while that’s good to know, it’s not a lie. She’s not who I’m in love with,” she said.
Your mouth slammed shut as words failed you. She moved forward again, her palms practically burning the skin of your face. You didn’t know what to do, frozen beneath her hands and her gaze, heart thundering loud in your ears.
“Darling?” she prompted.
“So you are in love with someone?” you asked.
You didn’t know whether to feel sick or hopeful. Maybe sick from being so hopeful.
“I am,” she confirmed, “but it’s not Misty.”
“Who is it?” Your voice didn’t feel your own.
“I thought it was obvious,” she said.
“It’s not,” you replied, shaking your head.
“It’s you, my darling girl,” she said, “you’re the one I’m in love with.”
You didn’t have words. She was smiling at you, the soft one that always made your stomach somersault and your heart flutter. You swallowed past a lump in your throat, not quite able to believe the words she was saying. All your hopes hung on her and it scared you.
“I am?” you asked.
“Of course you are.” Her fingers pushed your hair behind your ear, lingering on your jaw, “you’re the one I want.”
You were hesitant as you brought your hands to her waist. She was so warm under your skin, so soft. Her head dipped, breath ghosting over your lips.
“I want you,” she murmured, lips brushing yours, “only you.”
You kissed her, surging up, pressing yourself to her. You couldn’t stop yourself, needing her with every fibre of your being. She pushed you against the door, pinning you to it, her tongue slipping into your mouth. The taste of her had you moaning, head turning fuzzy.
Her fingers pushed into your hair, tilting your head up as she kissed you deeper. You whimpered, arms curling around her body, holding her against you. She mumbled your name into your mouth, slowing the kiss down, taking her time to explore. You melted under her touch.
“My sweet girl,” she murmured, “my darling girl.”
Her nose brushed against yours, skimming the length of your jaw, lips ghosting over your skin. You were practically vibrating under her, strung so tight, wanting every part of her.
“I’m hoping this means you return my feelings,” she said.
“Yes,” you gasped, “yes, so much. Oh god, so much, Delia.”
“That’s a relief,” she chuckled, drawing back far enough to be able to look at you. Her thumb traced over your bottom lip, smile deepening when you pressed a kiss to it, “so there’s no reason to be jealous.”
“I wasn’t jealous,” you muttered.
“Darling.” She threaded her fingers through yours, tugging you away from the door, “you left every room both Misty and I were in. You sat as far away from me as you could. You stopped showing up for our late night tea.”
“I thought you had someone else you’d prefer to be with,” you said.
“You were jealous,” she said.
“I… was jealous,” you admitted.
Her hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you in for another kiss, shorter than you would have liked. You whined when she drew back, her chuckle making your cheeks heat.
“You have nothing to be jealous of,” she told you.
“It just looked like… I mean you were always with her,” you tried to explain, “and you touched her like you touch me. You didn’t have time for me anymore.”
“I’m sorry for making you feel that way, darling,” she said, pulling you closer until she could wrap you in her arms, “I always have time for you. It was never my intention to make you feel like I didn’t.”
“Are you saying you’ll make it up to me?” you asked, muffled against her shoulder.
“And what might you want, my darling girl?” You could hear the amusement in her voice.
Your lips found her neck and her breathy laugh had heat curling in your stomach. She was gentle as she pushed you back, a flush high on her cheeks and bright eyes looking down on you. You pouted but with her hands on your shoulders she kept you back.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that,” she said, “but dinner will be soon and I’d rather not be interrupted.”
“But-“
She placed her finger over your lips, silencing you more effectively than you could have thought possible. Her smile softened and she stepped closer again, encasing you in a cocoon of her warmth and the scent of her perfume.
“Later, darling. You get dressed. I’ll see you downstairs,” she said.
You nodded. She let you go, stepping around you. She turned at your door, hand on the handle, eyes scanning over you again. You looked back at her, warmth flooding through your veins.
“Oh, and I love you,” she said.
“I love you too,” you whispered.
She gave you a radiant smile and slipped from your room, leaving you alone once again. You stared at the door for a moment, not able to believe your luck.
As it turned out, there really was no reason to be jealous.
†Sinopse: decisões de terceiros colocam em risco a união de vocês, e Tate é capaz de fazer qualquer coisa para sustentar o vício que tem em você. Qualquer coisa.
†Avisos/tags: leve cont+18, assassinato e necrofilia não explícita.
†Palavras: 1.1k
2ª pessoa - passado
Eram quatro da tarde de uma data que as almas no recinto não faziam questão de lembrar. Estava nublado lá fora, assim como dentro do quarto.
Você não durava de pé, sentado ou deitado. Todas as posições eram desagradáveis quando se tinha um balão cheio na garganta e unhas viciadas em ferir. No fim, só conseguia falar enquanto andava — Vou me mudar... — seus pais, mais uma vez, desfazendo os nós que você mal atava. — Papai contou ontem no jantar. Não perguntei o motivo, porque eu saber nunca faz diferença mesmo...
Tate quis te abraçar forte.
Seu amor iria embora? Não podia...
Incapaz de encarar aqueles olhos ardidos, você se voltou para a janela; mesmo assim, via o chão. O silêncio era vagaroso e incômodo a ponto de você não o aguentar, erguendo o olhar para espiar através do reflexo.
Não havia ninguém além de você.
No instante em que dera as costas, o loiro tinha dedicado o primeiro passo para afagar, mas um pensamento desviara a boa intenção que clareava a consciência enevoada.
Em vez de te abraçar, Tate findara-se.
"Preciso matá-lo", ecoava na cabeça amarela.
Você era dele, e ele era seu. Essa era a verdade. Então, por que você estava triste? Por que falava tão baixo? Por que aceitou a imposição de gentinha que não valia nada, comparado ao que vocês formavam juntos? Tate cravou que suas opiniões e vontades não tinham peso quando ameaçavam algo tão precioso quanto o amor mórbido que nutriam em cada peito.
Caso Tate alcançasse suas arestas, ele cercaria o seu pescoço, não a sua cintura; apertaria até não existir mais força que impedisse as palmas de se encontrarem, faria seus olhos explodirem, suas artérias saltarem e sua voz rasgar a garganta reprimida.
Totalmente dele até as paredes ruírem.
Mas o jeito impulsivo era feio, muito feio! E você não merecia um assassinato feio. Tate gostava demais de você para ousar.
Ele escolheu planejar, e esperou até sexta para te ver. Esse sim seria um dia para recordar.
Ao cair da noite, as nuvens previsíveis deixaram de fazer suspense.
Sua mãe ligou da saideira, dizendo, lenta e embolada, que passaria a noite com seu pai em um motel. Segundo ela, a chuva estava forte demais para voltarem dirigindo - e porque viam tudo duplicado de tão bêbados, mas essa parte ficou para assimilar.
Seu corpo e celular quicaram no sofá. Por um tempo, você encarou a capinha roxa; chamava atenção naquela sala terrosa. Virou o aparelho para cima antes de curvar o pescoço no encosto, bufando para o teto, esperando.
Na cozinha, Tate enchia uma xícara com o café que havia preparado especialmente para você. Estava prestes a transitar, mas parou, sentindo o chicoteio de um sussurro na nuca.
— Ele pode perceber. — a empregada tomou o espaço com seus fios vermelhos, inclinando-se e assoprando o líquido quente. Tate observou de cima, sem esboçar, até Moira dar espaço para o garoto seguir. — A fumaça denuncia. Nem todo mundo sente, mas é melhor precaver.
— Obrigado. — mostrou as covinhas para ela, endurecendo o pulso e se concentrando nos próprios passos.
Desde que você revelou a Tate o plano de seus pais, foram três dias seguidos sem vê-lo; três dias querendo rasgar os pulsos com as unhas.
Então, quando ele apareceu na sala, todo acanhado, lhe oferecendo uma xícara morna, você bebeu sem cautela, mesmo preferindo o café pelando. "Tão doce..." pensava a respeito dele, com um sorrisinho bobo em volta do porcelanato. O café estava amargo.
Ao seu lado, Tate não piscava. Não perdeu um único gole enquanto a xícara esvaziava.
Você mencionou namoro a distância, mas as palavras não ficavam na cabeça dele tempo suficiente para serem absorvidas.
Era uma melancolia em vão.
Você não iria embora.
A xícara pousou na mesinha de centro e, segundos depois, os corpos estavam grudados. Tate se pressionava sobre você, fazendo a virilha doer deliciosamente sob o tecido grosso do jeans.
Você não entendia a razão da pressa. Tinham a noite toda para aproveitar! Mas não questionou, pois a cabeça acima, jogada para trás, lhe dava pele de pescoço para morder, e a boca entreaberta, enquanto roçavam os quadris, emitia gemidinhos gostosos de ouvir.
Nesse entremeio, seu suor esfriava.
Manchas escuras ameaçavam sua visão.
Sua boca não salivava em proporções normais.
Você se esforçou para erguer o torso; sentia que pesava toneladas — Tate, para um pouco… não tô me sentindo bem.
O loiro ignorou seus apelos, enjaulando seus ombros e te empurrando de volta para baixo.
O terremoto no seu peito o fazia inflar e desinflar muito rápido. Tremia em desespero por estar longe das rédeas enquanto definhava com um gosto doce errado na boca. — Tate! — seu clamor angustiado precisava de tempo para retornar e prosseguir clamando — Por favor! — a certeza que o dominava transbordava pelos olhos.
Tate deitou em cima de você, tão em você que conseguia sentir mais de si conforme reforçava o atrito; preencheria consigo aquilo que você era forçado a abandonar.
Seus arranhões e tapas desenfreados não eram cruz para aquela possessão. Não o fariam parar.
Tate rodeou ambas as mãos no seu pescoço, apressando o inevitável e calando seu choro. Ele se cegou para o debulhar visível, negligenciando as reações da dor que infligia. — Isso vai nos unir, eu juro! Só fique quietinho…
Você permaneceu de olhos bem abertos.
Seu corpo, cada vez mais fraco, tremia e balançava por influência. O de Tate, cada vez mais fraco, balançava porque ele queria.
Seu ouvido doía com um zumbido falante que atraia sua consciência para um breu desconhecido. Tate conhecia esse breu.
Seus lábios perdiam a cor. Os de Tate ficavam vermelhos de tanto mordê-los.
Você estava confuso, exalando, de dentro para fora, apenas aflição e cansaço. Talvez dormir ajudasse. Você só queria dormir.
Sua alma borbulhava, espessa como saliva. Tate, por inteiro, enrijecia.
Você finalmente fechou os olhos, morrendo antes de ter o corpo quente, sem saber se queria ou não senti-lo uma última vez.
Tate se naturalizou, encheu seu corpo morto com vida maldita enquanto ainda estava morno. Quando esfriou, pegou a forma molenga no colo, levando o passado para enterrar no jardim.
Sete palmos foram abertos em uma terra distante das ossadas velhas daqueles que assombravam os mesmos corredores dia após dia.
Sob chuva e trovões a iluminar, Tate desceu com o cadáver, deitando-o gentilmente, observando o rosto sem expressão ser consumido pela lama. Ele só voltou a piscar quando olhou para cima e viu sua silhueta refletida na janela do quarto.
Você estava com a boca coberta por mãos trêmulas, chorando em silêncio ao testemunhar seu próprio corpo sendo devorado pela terra.
A/N : this might not be great but I was rewatching hotel and his cane gave me ideas...
It had been quite a while since you and Liz had a talk. You settled down to gossip with your close friend.
“Y/N, it’s been a while. I thought you would have forgotten about me.” Liz smirked.
“How could I ever! I’ve just been so busy with James and the new.. arrivals. Devil’s Night was such a chore.” You droned on, complaining about how much screaming there was over the course of the night.
“Well that’s to be expected. How are you and James anyways?”
How were you and James? You were fine, splendid actually, but something seemed off. You had thought about it quite a lot this week, coming to the conclusion you needed something to spice up your sex life.
“Good! I just.. I don’t know.” You shrugged and Liz gave you the side eye, setting her book on the counter.
“You don’t know? Darling, are you alright?”
You nodded as she took your hands, giving them a tight squeeze.
“Yes! Don’t worry! I just want to.. spice things up with him. I feel as though he will get bored of me. I want to get something nice for him but I can’t think of what.”
Liz tapped her lips with a pen, her eyes raising as she thought of an idea.
“Y/N, have you ever worn any fancy lingerie for him? Maybe put on a little show?”
Your mind sparked with the idea and you shook your head.
“No! Where would I even get that? That would be perfect.”
Liz waved you away from the kiosk, already getting to planning.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get you a nice set to surprise your dear Mr.March.”
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Liz had done exactly what she promised, going out and buying quite a lovely lingerie set for you. It framed your body perfectly, only adding to your confidence. You slipped your casual clothes over the garments, making your way down the hall. You knew James would be busy with his plans for next year's event.
Your fingers curled around the doorknob, opening it to meet your husbands face. You jumped at the proximity, not expecting him to be so close.
“My dear! I was just coming to fetch you.” His smooth accent sailed through the air, sending currents down your spine. Your finger trailed at his suit hoping to give him the same reaction.
“Were you? Guess I have good timing then.. Mr.March.” You trailed around his form, hands feeling up the taut muscles. His body shook with excitement from the teases, hands coming to clamp down on your wrists.
“Yes.. It seems you were longing for me as much as I was for you.” His suave smirk made heat pool in your stomach, hands starting to roam your shirt. Your breath quickened as his fingers trailed under the the material. His eyes widened when he pawed at the lace that was hidden.
“My my.. What is it that my dear doll has on?” He frisked away at your shirt, abandoning it on the floor without a care. His chestnut hues wracked in the sight of your ample flesh dawned with the silky lace. His wild smile only added to your carnal desire, making you tremble with pleasure.
“You like it? It’s all for you, Mr.March.”
His deep hum filled the silence.
“I do, dear. This is quite the surprise. Step out of those pants and bend over so I can see the whole thing.” His voice was dark and filled with lust. You knew exactly where this was headed.
You followed instructions, popping your ass out so he could get the full view of your body. You felt as if you were on fire. His eyes followed your every curve, searing it into his memory. His rough hand gripped at his cane, holding back at what he wanted.
“You’ve given me such a good present, my pretty girl. I can’t believe you would hide this from me. I think you deserve a punishment, no?”
You could only moan in response, desperate for any kind of touch he could give you. He seemed to like your response, shoveling you against the desk. Your perky ass was still stuck out for him, waiting for his move. You waited for what felt like forever until a long smack hit. Your breath left your mouth as you shook, your ass cheeks swelling against the wood. The metal tip of his cane brushed at your entrance, prodding at the wet spot on your panties.
“Someone enjoys being spanked with a cane? What a naughty girl..” James laughed, your squirming not going unnoticed. His hand smacked against your sore cheek and you bounced at the contact.
“Be good and take a few more. Then we can get to the fun part.”
You nodded as he continued his assault on your ass, tears welling in your eyes at the pain and pleasure. Your body was practically screaming for him, arousal pooling on your thighs.
His cane hit for the last time and then he was everywhere at once. His greedy hands yanked at your ruined panties, revealing your poor pussy.
“God. I need you!” You moaned out as his fingers teased across your thighs, coming dangerously close to your entrance. His thumb pressed against your slick, making a mess of you. He toyed your clit, rubbing at it a few times before puling away. You groaned at the loss of contact, turning to see why he had stopped. James fumbled with his belt, hands jittering with energy. He gave you a grin, lips licking at the arousal on his finger,
“My queen, you’ve been so obedient tonight.. I shall give you what you wish.”
James’ cock rubbed against your folds, slowly pushing in. It felt as if everything else faded as he bottomed out, his calloused hands coming to grip at your neck. His thrusts gained pace as your moans got louder, alerting anyone near his room of what you were up to.
He was animalistic. Lips biting and marking at your skin, smacks blown across any flesh he could reach. His other hand choked you out, watching from the side as your eyes grew larger.
You felt your air leaving as his pace went erratic, the string inside you so close to snapping.
“I-I’m gonna cum. So close, baby.” You strangled out.
James snarled, his hands rough enough to leave marks for the next few days. His cock twitched inside of you, egging you on.
“Cum. Cum for me, darling.” He goaded and you did as told, eyes rolling back at the euphoria he gave. His ruts finally stopped and thick ribbons of white filled you.
You spun around and snorted at your husbands tired face. He leaned in to kiss the top of your nose, hands pulling you into an embrace.
“That was a night to remember, dear. We should do this more often.”
Warnings: Nsfw, fem rec. oral, slight overstimulation, not much else.
Type: Headcanon
Request: Can I get uhhh... first time with James Patrick March from AHS? //^^// but only if you want to! If you don’t then just ignore this! I live your writing anyway! 💞✨
Word Count: N/A
Prompt: First time with James Patrick March!
Notes: This only took me four years, but I got to it didn’t I :))) Okay so I wasn’t specified whether it’d be hc or a one shot so I just went ahead and went with hc! If you’d like a one shot feel free to send it in!
♡ James becomes completely and utterly devoted to you the moment he sees you.
♡ When he finds out that you’re as innocent as a hummingbird, it only furthers his obsession with you.
♡ He’s always smothering you
♡ James always makes sure you’re not hungry or cold or missing anything really. Almost to the point that it’s kind of annoying, a little bit.
♡ Anytime he sees you, he greets you with lots and lots of kisses, kissing your hands repeatedly and up your arms shamelessly.
♡ He will not hesitate to treat you like a goddess, mark my words.
♡ His attention is 110% on you, literally has tunnel vision when it comes to you.
♡ If you ask him to take your virginity, then you better brace yourself because he sure as hell didn’t.
♡ The question would truly shock him.
♡ “Why Y/N. It’d be my soundest of pleasures.”
♡ Of course he would take the whole day to make this as special as he possibly could for you.
♡ He’d occupy the best room in the Cortez for the time, as always but this time with no interruptions.
♡ James would make sure it was flawlessly elegant, the most beautiful of drapery and matching bed duvet.
♡ Room service would be ordered in for whatever your liking. He’d even order in some fresh strawberries and champagne for the special night.
♡ Honestly at first, he’d let you make the initial move.
♡ Though he’s super eager, he knew it was a big deal and he wants to make sure this is what you’re ready for.
♡ You kiss him first, which as he describes it, is “an electrifying experience”
♡ He remains soft with you though, kissing you back gently. He was holding back for sure, it was by no means easy though.
♡ But when you begin to kiss him more hungrily, he kind of loses it a little.
♡ His kisses become a bit more desperate, but still with love, to the point where you do have to pull away for air.
♡ He’s so intoxicated by the way that you smell, your taste, your touch. He’s ready to devour you right where you are.
♡ He takes his time in placing you on the bed, delicately taking off your clothes, placing soft and gentle kisses on the parts your skin became exposed.
♡ Taking note of what you like and what you don’t like. It exhilarates his behavior to watch you tremble.
♡ He gives you your first hand job, making sure your wetness soaks his hands, he doesn’t even know if he’s scissoring his fingers in your cunt for himself or for you.
♡ Watching your head fall back in pleasure is everything to him, he even tilts your chin forward to look at him as tears well in your eyes.
♡ James twists and turns his fingers in you, a sinful smile never leaving his lips, as the time slipped away, he became hungrier for you.
♡ Your pleasure brought a desperation James hadn’t seen in decades.
♡ He’s obsessed with your pleasure, it brings a euphoria to him in a similar way that killing does.
♡ Once he’s rubbed all your slick against your folds, he starts to lap at your core. His arms hook under your legs to bring you closer to him.
♡ I’m obsessed with the idea of him kneeling in the most uncomfortable position but so desperate to eat you out that he’s just there in place in bliss as your arousal drenches his face.
♡ He can be there for hours. He doesn’t really talk you through an orgasm, but when you feel yourself clenching up, he continues his pace, with a hand on your breast, squeezing it gently as you rock your hips against his face.
♡ You apologize because you have no idea what happened but he’s not listening like at all.
♡ He does this over and over until you are practically weeping.
♡ When he first enters you, he has you on your back, looking right at him already succumbed into pleasure.
♡ You’re so lost in your orgasms that it didn’t sting when he entered you, in fact he wished he could record this moment for his own pleasure.
♡ Your eyelids half closed in bliss, he didn’t take long to pick up the pace, still quietly assuring himself that you weren’t in any pain.
♡ It didn’t take long for you to cum again, allow me to speculate that seeing your coat of white on his dick sends him over the edge.
♡ He keeps fucking the orgasm out of you. All you could do is lay back and brace yourself. You can grab and pull and scratch at him all you want, he’s pounding you into the mattress.
♡ Id say James has a pretty decent tolerance so it’s going to be a long night of orgasms after orgasms.
♡ Mr. “Are you aware that the average woman is capable of 8 orgasms in a single session?”
♡ You’re not even capable of responding, barely able to comprehend what the whole sentence was and that only drives him to keep going.
♡ The picture of you helpless, covered in juices of arousal, twitching in pleasure and eyes rolling back in bliss. He’s obsessed. And he caused all of this.
♡ This is your first time but he’s treating you like a toy, he’s so desperate to see you like this. Normally he’d try all kinds of positions but since it is your first time, he wants to see how much you’re capable of.
♡ He’s kind of infatuated with the view and of course it boosts his ego in a demented sense. It’s not until you start crying out that you can’t take it anymore.
♡ He’s cautious at first, getting to know your limits, but give it some time he’ll encourage you to keep taking it because he knows you’re capable.
A/n: hi I’m so so sorry it took a little to write this! I wasn’t sure how nsfw you wanted if you wanted it that way but I tried my hardest and hope you enjoy!! I kinda had major writers block near the end so if it’s not what you wanted please let me know and I will try my hardest to rewrite it! Thank you for the request again 🖤
“This has got to be some kind of joke?”
You stared with disbelief at the reservation tickets that Kit held in his hand proudly. It was for the most expensive restaurant in town. It was always booked out and there was no way you nor Kit would have been able to afford it.
“Nope they are legit I won them in a poker game from one of the guys at work,” kit explained laughing “man you should have seen the look on his face when I took them from him.”
You nodded still in disbelief and continued to look down at the slips in his hand. Your eyes scanned them some before they landed on the big bold letters for the reservation time and date which just so happened to be today and it was for 8:00 pm…only a hour away.
“Kit,” you said with a nervous laugh “this place is super fancy correct?”
Kit nodded this time and leaned against the fridge as he waited for what you were getting at
“We are not prepared to go to a place like this…I mean it’s not some local diner we’re use to going like I wouldn’t even know what to wear for starters.”
The panic had officially set and you began to pace back and fourth in the kitchen rambling on about places like these having certain spoons for different stuff and not knowing flavors of champagne, all the good fancy stuff you knew nothing about.
Kit was amused by this sudden panic and just shrugged his shoulders.
“You worry too much,love”
As you paced in front of him he reached out and grabbed your hands to stop you in your tracks.
“Put on that velvet dress of yours that I like with the slit on the side and a pair of heels. You’ll look perfect. Everything will be fine.”
You wanted to believe him about it being fine. The whole time you got ready and the drive to the restaurant you had almost convinced yourself that you would be fine. Hell,even being seated at your table you felt fine.
That was until it was time to order. The waitress began to sit things in front of you and all the terms were so different.
Butterflies swarmed in your stomach in the most unwanted way as the waitress waited for your answer on what you wanted to order.
“I can come back in a little while if you still need to figure things out ?” You simply nodded and was filled with instant relief as she walked away
“Kit,what am I even doing here?”
You asked defeated,resting your face in the palm of your hands.
The loud chatter of the people in the restaurant was the only sound you could focus on until Kit finally spoke up
“How’s about we play a game,sweetheart?”
Taken back from his question you finally moved your face from your hands to look at him in confusion
“A game?”
“Listen,I don’t quite understand what I’m doing either,” he explained “and I think it’ll both help us if we play a game. Whoever makes the less mistakes,etiquette wise, gets complete control of the bedroom tonight.”
Kit smirked when your eyes widened from the idea of it but he knew you weren’t one to turn down having control in the bedroom. So with a challenging smile,you stuck your hand out for him to shake
“You are so on,Kit.”
The night went on like you would expect it to. You were both competitive and set on winning but you both weren’t that much into etiquettes and it was neck to neck at the end of the night.
The two of you were tied for the win as you got up from the table. The hostess smiled at the both of you as you began to walk out. Kit being Kit was oblivious to the fact that the hostess had said have a good night. With a smirk you told her to do the same before nudging Kits arm
“Looks like I get to make the decision making.” You sang sarcastically and then laughing as Kit stopped dead in his tracks,not catching on to what had just happened until just now.

The car ride and the walk into your shared home was mostly quiet. The only thing on your mind was trying to figure out what exactly you wanted to do once you made it upstairs.
“You looked absolutely beautiful tonight.”
Kit broke the silence as he walked into your shared room and sat down on the bed,untying his shoes and smiling up at you.
You felt your cheeks get warm from blush. You had been with Kit for a while now,going on years,and he still knew how to make you weak by just a simple compliment.
You bit on your lip as you stared at him before the idea sprung to your mind out of nowhere.
“You know kit,” you finally spoke and walked over to your dresser “I think you would look really good tied to the bed.”
You grabbed two silk scarves from the drawer and turned to face him again. He went to open his mouth to say something but you raised your hand up ,stopping him mid sentence
“After all I did win. So I get to make the rules tonight.”
You walked towards him and pushed him back against the mattress,straddling his hips and looking down at him with a mischievous smile.
Kit would be lying if he said he wasn’t insanely turned on at the moment.
You grabbed his hand and tied the scarf around his wrist and to the metal headboard then doing the same to the other side.
“I have more scarves in the drawer,” you said with a smirk “but I think you’ll be a good boy like this,right?”
You smirked down at him,enjoying the sight. The way his hands toyed at the scarves and how he bucked his hips up almost like he was dying to touch you in some way.
You wanted to tease him and see how long you could keep him withering under you and begging for a touch. The thought sounded great but this was your first time seeing him this way and the eagerness to ride him until the bed broke was even more compelling.
So you began to run your hands along his chest,slowly going down to where your knees rested on each side of him. You moved your hands up them until you were pulling your tight dress off and tossing it in a random direction of the room
“You weren’t wearing anything under the whole time? Fuck baby.”
You giggled at Kit’s expression. His eyes were wide from the shock and he threw his head back against the pillows,upset with himself that he hadn’t noticed it the entire night.
“I like to surprise you.” You told him with a laugh “now let’s get these pants off you.”
You moved off him for a split second to undo his pants. As you slid them off along with his boxers his hard erection sprung free.
You grabbed his hard cock and ran your thumb along his leaking tip. Kit withered from the motion and moaned louder than you’ve ever heard from him before. His fingers toyed with the restraints on his wrist. He began to cuss himself out in his head. Not knowing why he would have thought it was a good idea to play that game earlier because now he couldn’t ravish you like he wanted.
“I won’t tease anymore baby.” You promised before getting back into the position you were in earlier.
You aligned yourself up with him. One hand gripped onto the metal headboard while the other was on his thick cock. You rubbed his tip against your slick folds before lowering yourself onto it.
You let out a cry of pleasure as he filled you up,stretching you out better than anyone could.
“I can’t get over how tight you always are.” Kit moaned as he watched you begin to bounce on him.
You rode him like you never have before. You were now positioned were your feet were on the mattress and both hands on kits chest as you used your knees to do all the work.
You tightened around him with each bounce. His body jerked upwards and he tugged at the scarves
“Please y/n” Kit begged “take these off of me. I just wanna feel your body so so bad.”
Your relentless fast bouncing mixed with Kits begging almost had you on the edge. It took everything in you to slow down so you could untie the silk fabric from the headboard. When you did,Kit had you flipped over in seconds.
Your back hit the mattress hard and he already had one of your legs on his shoulder. Without a second to process what had just happened,he was pounding into your walls. Making you scream out from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
His rough and vicious rhythm had you gripping onto the sheets. You tried your hardest to look up at him and enjoy the look of pleasure plastered on his face but your eyes were squeezed shut. The pleasure was overwhelming and before long you began to tighten around him
“Fuck sweetheart.” Kit moaned as he reached one hand down to rub your clit
“That cunt is so tight. Just for me.”
With a few more of his rhythmic deep thrust and some figure eights on your clit you felt your release hit like a bomb. You cried out from the pleasure and you could have sworn that if your eyes were open you would have witnessed yourself squirt from just how powerful it was.
The feeling of you releasing on his dick was enough to send kit to his as well. With his deepest thrust of the night in you,he shot his load. Filling you up to the brim
You felt his body shake from it and he kept in the same position for a while until he slumped down onto your chest.
You both laid there quiet. Both out of breath and panting,trying to come down from the high you just endured. 
You could fill Kits dick still twitching inside of you and you couldn’t help but tease him to break the silence
“What happened to I was in control?” You asked with a laugh.
Kit had buried his face in the crook of your neck and had no plans moving from the spot. But you could still hear him as he answered
“Technically you did as you let it happen.”
You giggled as his breath from talking tickled your neck and you had to admit that he was right. Of course what sane person would not allow kit to fuck their brains out anyways?
“I love you Kit.” You pressed a kiss ontop of his head and savored this perfect moment.
