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[artemisenchanter]

nah because imagine if you were a model and came to the hotel cortez for some away time, when you are wandering around the cortez, and accidentally, somehow, make it to her area of the cortez. out of fear, you try to run away, but as you turn away shes right behind you. she says; “don’t worry, honey. i don’t bite.. i cut.”

she may or may not have tried to kill you

but the past is just the past.. right?

[sofia-illustrator]

Finally finished The Countess fan art :-)

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James March - Headcanon

Request: reader (potential girlfriend of james) getting excited to help him commit murders

pairing: james march x reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of gore

requested by @psychobitchtess

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ok so by now we know that james is a man who gets whatever he wants whenever he wants it

and he wants you

but it’s a rare occasion where he hasn’t done anything about it

so there you sit

single as fuck

alone and bored in the hotel

and obviously you like james too

who wouldn’t honestly

of course you knew about james’ ‘hobby’

and you didn’t do anything about it either

if you were normal, you’d be freaked out that the person you’re closest to killed people

but you’re not normal you’re you

and you actually don’t have a problem with it

you’d be walking around the hotel, with nothing to do

you come across room 64

so you decide to stop in and give jamsie a visit

but when you open the door

there’s quite a scene going on inside

james is there with an apron on

and a mask covering his face

and he’s holding a bloody saw

and you look over to see a woman tied to the bed

well, three of her limbs are and the fourth is sitting in a bucket somewhere

james just looks over at you like “uhhhhh”

“Darling, what are you doing here at such an hour?”

“I wanted to come talk to you, but I see you’re busy.”

“Yes, I-”

“Can I join?”

he’s just

b a f f l e d

that you’d say such a thing

i mean you’re his innocent little baby

how could you be into killing?

not even killing, brutal torturing?

but fuck that

if you were into it

who was he to stop you?

“Absolutely, my dear. Pick your weapon of choice.”

he just rolls out this whole cart of torture devices

and you’re jumping up and down like a kid who just heard an ice cream truck

you pick up a sharp hunting knife

and turn to the woman on the bed

she bites down on the gag in her mouth

whimpering at what you’re about to do to her

and it excites you for whatever reason

and poor James is still so confused why you’re into murdering

but he’s going along with it

because he thinks it’s kinda hot ngl

you bring the knife up into the air and plunge it into her stomach

and you continue to do that

many

many

many

many

more times until you’re satisfied with your work

and covered in blood

and you turn to james

smiling this shit-eating grin

just like ‘are you proud of me?’

and he doesn’t even know how to respond

like ‘my sweet baby just did that?’

“Did I do a good job, James?”

you smile with a toothy grin

holding the knife to your chest with both hands

james just nods wordlessly

“That was wonderful, dearest. I had no idea you had it in you.”

“I learn from the best.”

and you step forward

filled with this confidence that you had no idea where it came from

and lean up to kiss him

and he fucking sees STARS

WHO IS THIS???

WHERE DID SHE COME FROM??

WHAT DID SHE DO WITH Y/N??????

but he kisses you back because that’s all he’s wanted for a long ass time

your stained hands come up to cup his cheeks

as his clean ones make purchase on your waist

and when you finally pull away

the both of you feel like you could pass out from lack of oxygen

but that wouldn’t make much of a difference to james

and he has blood all over his face

literally everywhere

but he couldn’t care less about it

because you just kissed him and he’s ecstatic

you best believe killing someone while he watched turned him the H E L L on

but that’s a story for a different time

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this was fun to write

so you guys know, you can make requests any time by submitting an ask (anon or not) or messaging me your request!

[grilledcheeseandguavajelly]

She Wants Revenge, She Gets Revenge, She Bleeds Revenge - Hypodermic Sally McKenna

This idea/headcanon/whatever you want to call it hit me like a train while I was watching the Hotel finale for the umpteenth time, and if this isn’t what actually happened I might cry. Potential spoilers ahead, proceed with caution!

Before she made the decision to go sober and throw her needles down the alley, Sally kind of got back in the game.

Not dealing, not really, but she realized she could start finding all of the friends she had lost on her phone.

She watched them, kept tabs on them, even reconnected with a few.

And then she stumbled across John.

She had used every ounce of her willpower to keep him out of her mind and not go down the rabbit hole of trying to find him in the outside world.

But when she happened across a post, that particular kind of post, with an icon picture that looked a lot like him, she couldn’t help the rage that consumed every atom of her being.

She had to look at it, had to be sure, because he was wearing a hoodie in the picture and you could hardly see his jaw, let alone his face. But five years was a long time. And it was an especially long time to spend only thinking of him.

So she knew.

She screenshotted the post, weighing her options. But after watching people eating it up, commenting and begging and requesting a meetup location, she made up her mind.

She contacted an old friend. Asked them to do her a favor. Sent them the photo. They replied quickly with “anything for you, Sally.”

Two days later, Sally watched that same friend leaning against the alley across from the Cortez, flicking a cigarette. A red motorcycle in front of him was the tip off.

Sally’s phone was pressed to her ear, a woman confirming the address she had given.

“Yes. Yes, that’s right, across from the Hotel Cortez. Yes, I’m watching him right now.”

John walked along the fence, head down. He glanced at Sally’s friend, but after a shake of his head John kept moving. He didn’t know who he was looking for. Sally had told her friend to be ambiguous.

And right when John hit the corner and made to cross the street they were there, a flash of light and sound and screeching tires.

Sally watched as John pulled the gun from his bag, but the cops were faster, guns cocked and doors shielding them and shooting John with such abandon Sally couldn’t help but smile.

Two good things had happened that day:

The police had finally gotten their Ten Commandments killer.

And Sally had finally followed through on her promise. She had sworn on her soul that she would kill him. And while she hadn’t actually cast the final blow, every bullet that entered him was because of her. And she had made sure to tell the dispatcher not to let him get back to the hotel.

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[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. 

[hyunahart]

American Horror Story Hotel: Sally McKenna AU «Tell me "I love you, Salli." Say it to me again and again.»

[alayakrov]

Oh god daddy

Cody Fern in American Horror Story 05x08