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coentinim · 2 days

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The Haze

MDNI! Minors go away! (it makes me so uncomfortable if ur reading that-)

Requested by: anon!

Cw: sexual content, dark content, drug usage (she takes from Sally), dubcon (because of the drugs but she's VERY conscious and eager I promise), public, fingering, piv, murder mentions, fear kink. F.reader (I tried to make it mostly gn tho).

Disclaimer: By clicking "read more" you confirm that you're above 18 and have read the warnings, and consent to viewing adult material. All characters depicted are fictional and have no actual connection to the real murderers (that's why I also didn't use their full names).

You really weren't proud of yourself for this one. I mean, taking drugs from a stranger? In your defense, Sally - the woman from the room a bit above yours - said it wasn't an actual drug, that it would just loosen you up before you headed towards the party. You were all nervous, you've been preparing your costume for so long! A white dress stained red where your heart was, the copious amounts of fake blood almost dripping from the fabric. Yet Sally still managed to look more like a ghost tyen you ever could.

You were staying at a hotel named Cortez, enamored by its vintage decor and morbid legends. The owner seemed amazing, too. Oh yes, James March bought you a drink your first night and introduced himself, eyeing you like a piece of candy or meat. The type of attention he gave you felt exhilarating. No matter, though - he said he was going to be busy on Halloween, so you've made your own plans. At that, he chuckled darkly. Oh, you won't have any other plans than what he allows.

After all, he sent Hypodermic Sally after you.

"I don't do drugs-", you tried to protest, but she pouted and held the pill to your lips

"That doesn't even count as drugs, baby. I've been high on the air more than on that. That's just for fun. Don't you wanna have fun?"

She blinked at you, and you felt... lame. You were a little sheltered, so maybe if you don't take pills in LA, it's seen as being boring? Her eyes almost mocked you for your fear of a simple, tiny pill.

Fuck that, you thought, and you took it.

And immediately you realized that Sally McKenna is a liar, as it was most definitely a drug, and incredibly potent at that. How it had no effect on her, you had no idea. It's as if she was dead already and substances could hardly affect her. Or maybe she's just so used to taking it that she developed a tolerance?

Your world was spinning. Sally took you in her arms - surprisingly strong for her scrawny figure - and helped you out of her room. Had you been a bit more conscious, you would have been worried about her assaulting or robbing you, but you could barely distinguish the floor from the ceiling now, so you leaned into the girl and let her help you. Besides, you felt good, really good. It was a feeling like no other, smooth and sticky and heavy in your stomach and head, as if you were falling asleep in your mother's arms after a comforting meal.

Sally was not nearly as happy as you were. She struggled to hold you up and drag you around the hotel, and frankly, she felt a little bit bad. You already looked so adorable, like a true victim, and she felt as if she was carrying a corpse. You were clearly that bastard's type, she thought. She tried not to imagine the sick, sick things James March and his lot would do to you - he was not one to kill cuties like you quickly.

The red and gold decor of the Cortez felt familiar and you thought Sally must be leading you to your room, what a sweetheart she is! But, huh, the elevator seemed to take a lot longer than usual. Oh, you couldn't hold it anymore and you threw up right there on the corridor. Sally held back your hair and cackled wildly, as if your retching amused her. You spat out the disgusting taste and, with Sally's help, got up. But why was jazz music playing so loudly in this corridor? And, hey, 78 was certainly not your room's number!

Sally must have noticed your change in demeanor, because she grabbed you with full force and basically shoved you into the room as you stumbled and struggled against her. She crudely wiped your face with her sleeve, smudging your makeup and cleaning up whatever dirt you might've had around your lips.

"...look presentable for him.", you heard her mumble. Your senses were slowly coming back to you, since you threw up most of the drugs, but the room was still shaky and blurred. The jazz music was way too loud and you winced when Sally pushed you past the record player. It is then when you noticed the most bizarre scene.

James March, the owner, seemed to be having a formal dinner party, definitely a costume one too, though only some attendants decided to get dressed. James himself wore the most elegant early 20th century suit you've ever seen. Another man at the table wore a sack over his head, presumably dressed as some sort of murderer. You felt quite silly in your white, bloodstained attire, as your outfit was most noticably a costume. You turned to Sally to ask why she had brought you here, but she just pushed you into the room and left, stealing a shiny teaspon on her way out. Great. An amazing way to enter a fancy party...

Only then did you take a better look at the other guests. They looked so, so eerie, for a reason you couldn't quite grasp yet. Maybe it was their predatory gaze, or the heavy aura of the entire room that seemed to scream at you, twist the space in such a way that they appeared more important. It's as if a black hole was in the place of the table, bending gravity and space around it. Or maybe it was the drug still making reality quite hazy.

"Ah, the last of my guests is here! The dessert, so to speak", March exclaimed and walked to you in long strides, capturing your trembling, confused frame in his arms then leading you back to his seat.

"I know it is way too early into the night for dessert to be served, but I ask you all to bear with me", he said sitting you on his lap, "I have taken quite a liking to this one"

You yelped as he tugged you onto his lap. It was strange. You shouldn't be here. Yes, you hoped to see him again, but this was unexpected. Who were all these people, and why would he put you in such a compromising position? You tried to say something, but speech refused to obey as your vocal cords felt heavy with the drugs.

"Come on master, why wait, she's bloody already!"

You turned your head right, in the direction where the voice came from, and you were met with the most predatory, hungry look you've ever seen in any man's eyes. With a whimper, you leaned more into the familiar hold of James March, making a few of his guests chuckle darkly.

"Mr. March?... what's going on? I should leave, I..."

You turned to him and forced yourself to speak, but James shushed you with a finger placed on your chapped lips.

"Shh, my dear, you've nothing to worry about. I shall protect you from the big, bad wolves", he said with a grin, and you were certain that he was the worst of the wolves sitting at this table. You tried to get up from his lap, excuse yourself and leave, but he held you firmly. But honestly, could you even walk on those wobbly legs of yours? So you just relaxed into your pleasant high and James' cold frame. He made you feel scared, but at the same time strangely protected.

Conversation resumed at the table, and you tried to blend into March from embarassment - you were sitting on his lap like you were his girlfriend... Though, you had to admit that both the drug-induced pleasure and his undeniably beautiful body so close to yours made you a little more wet than you would like to admit. You found it impossible to focus for more than a few seconds, but you shyly observed the guestes from under your lashes. One woman at the head of the table, her costume disheveled and hair very greasy; she was the loudest and least terrifying of the lot, perhaps because she was the only woman. At the other end was an empty chair, as if March left it for someone who would come another time. Both of the men sitting next to you (or James), you didn't dare take a better look at. The one who made the filthy remark had his gaze trained on you most of the time, even when talking to others, which was unsettling on its own - and he was doing it on purpose for sure. The one on the left, however, didn't pay much attention, which was weird considering you made for a pretty lewd sight on March's lap. You couldn't explain it, but his gaze seemed sadistic. The man with the sack on his head wasn't very impressive, to be honest, and the one sitting next to him looked so anxious and out of place you'd totally feel bad for him if he didn't have the same eerie aura as others.

You jumped and stopped observing them upon feeling icy touch on your delicate, exposed thighs. And then neck. And then your clothed breasts and core.

Desire is usually described as burning. But what you felt now was cold, lifeless, almost detached, that is how scared you were. Yet James' cold fingers were unrelenting, kneading your thighs and breasts, pinching your nipples meanly just to get you to squeal, bouncing his leg occasionally to fluster you. You were a playtoy for him. Nothing but an arm candy to be gawked at by the licentious guests. You should push him away and hide somewhere, not let him grope you publically like some whore. But you did let him, and you knew why; it wasn't the remaining drugs in your system, you were just into him and very, very aroused. You craved his dick inside you, even if it was in front of all those strangers.

"Do not squirm, dear, or they will know what we're up to", James whispered before pushing your panties aside to prob at your pussy. You lolled your head onto his shoulder, another wave of high washing over your mind, but you managed to stay silent somehow. God, what was he thinking?? Touching you like this under the table as if you were in the bedroom...

Without warning, he started fucking you gently with two of his fingers. The stretch was too sudden and you jumped with a yelp, drawing a few pairs of eyes to you and getting a cackle out of the sinister woman. You closed your eyes and tried to squirm off his lap just to be met with tuts and coos, voice smooth like molasses whispering into your ear. It's alright. You're safe. Oh, little harlot, you're all safe in my arms. You doubted it, but it felt so good, so nice... almost homey. It made you brush against heaven despite being the closest to hell you had ever been. His fingers stretched you wide in scissoring motions oh so slowly, but the wet sloshing noises were definitely heard by the others. You risked a glance at the creep on the right and found his eyes glued to your half-exposed pussy and James' fingers going in and out of it. You quickly tried to pull your dress down, but in turn James hiked it up to your neck, ignoring your weak protests. Now only a thin bra hid you from complete nudity, but really, it left nothing to the imaginination. In your hazy state, you didn't even care that much, but the leering guests certainly did care. You were all exposed to them, but the humiliation only strengthened your desire. The only displeased one was the anxious young man who just picked at his dinner with contempt.

Who were those creeps, exactly?

As if reading your mind, James answered.

"Are you aware of who exactly built this hotel, dear?"

You shook your head, avoiding everyone's gaze and trying not to moan. He chuckled.

"It was I, James March. I built it to hide the evidence of my murders, in 1926.", he punctuated the word murders by thrusting his fingers particularly deep, "and tonight I am celebrating all the wonderful killers who carried on with my legacy."

Your head was spinning. What was he talking about? Was the theme for this party to dress up as... famous murderers?

"You see dear", he continued "John and Ricky get to sit next to me because they really took my advice. Of course I respect and admire you all-", he quickly glanced at the rest.

"Anyhow... yes, what you see here, darling, is the crème de la crème of American serial killers."

He curled his fingers on your sensitive spot and rubbed your clit, but you could hardly focus on physical sensations at that revelation.

"So... that- that was the costume theme?.."

This question earned you a laugh from all of them, every single one chuckling darkly, mocking your naivety.

"No, dearest", March answered, "we are, as they say, the real deal"

All pairs of eyes were on you now. And you noticed that he was right. These people weren't playing dress up, the heavy aura was caused by their evil deeds, the depravity that they succumbed to. Murderers. You were surrounded by murderers, and getting fingered by a murderer as well. The thought almost made you throw up the second time.

He raised your hips and positioned you over his dick. You weren't even close to ready, stress and fear making you clench way too tightly for it to not feel painful. You started to whine and protest, trying to get away again, anything to leave this room full of killers, but then you felt a blade press against your neck. You stilled. The man on your right again. Oh, how you hated him in that moment...

"Ah, thank you, Ricky...", March said before lowering you on his length, with you unable to protest now with the knife digging into your skin. You whined at the stretch; it felt so amazing despite the situation. No, more than that - you found yourself loving it, loving both James' attention and the fear tightening your core. Suddenly the idea of being surrounded by murderers felt more arousing than disgusting. Those people were vile. Those people could kill you. The knife on your throat almost felt pleasurable. You were questioning your sanity, but the truth is, James March's dick was enough to melt your self-preservation. You didn't care about the possibility that he's dangerous; the groan he let out when bottoming out was enough to turn your rational brain right off. You just wanted to ride him, and the only thing stopping you was the loud "oooooo" noise the killers let out. Well, also the fact that they were killers. You weren't sure if you wouldn't die because of being bratty.

James pulled your dress back down and over your hips, hiding where you two were connected. He seemed to be completely content with you just warming his cock, which was both a blessing and a curse for you. At least you didn't get fucked in front of all those people.

He had so many ideas for you. Maybe he'd tell his guests to explain their murders and methods and see which one makes you clench the hardest from fear? Or maybe he should just bend you over the table and take you roughly, right there, in front of his friends? Maybe even let them use you if they so please? But no. The last idea made him frown and hold you closer. You weren't for sharing.

Maybe you would even survive the night. Yes... you certainly would. That cunt of yours was divine, and your gaze delectable enough to make you live at least one more day. He relished your warm, living flesh against his cold one.

He called upon miss Evers to bring another prey for their murderous dessert. He would make sure to stain you with blood so much you were dripping red.

Thet thought made him thrust up into you just once.

A/N: I was super hesitant to post this, I was worried it'd be controversial or too dark. But it's just to fuel anon's exhibitionism kink anddd also fiction! Remember that. I'm so embarassed about this one & I realize it's unrealistic. I tried to keep the killers' descriptions to a minimum.

Tags: @marchsfreakshow (special thanks to Duckie for an idea! Check her out now!) @fear-is-truth @briaroftheroses @nahoyasboyfriend @carniv0reev @slvt4jamesmarch @lacucarachapisser @bluerthanvelvet444 @kaiandersonsdevotedwife @taintandviolent

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hockeyrat · 2 days

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Tate Langdon NSFW Alphabet,

(A/N! This is my first written smut!!! I haven’t yet finished Murder House and I have really bad focus on tv shows so I really hope this is good enough! The divider (flowers and leaves is from @/mietteone) I’ll try and make this without any gender talk!)

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

He’s very cuddly after a round of sex, even clingier if the two of you go for longer than a round. He can’t find himself letting go of you at all. He’ll probably fall asleep first btw.

Yet some days he’s not as happy has the others, he’ll distance himself from you after sex for a few minutes, lay by himself and stare at the wall before he finally cuddles up to you, only if he can be the little spoon though. Maybe he’ll start venting or crying, but most the time it ends in cuddles and cockwarming if he’s upset.

B= Body part (favorite body part themself and their lover)

He definitely prefers his hands or his mouth, Tate likes holding onto you while fucking, even if it’s not during sex he loves holding you. Running his hand up and down your thigh or gently grazing your neck and the hickeys he left the night before.

His mouth because well, he can give you all the hickeys and kisses in the world! Marking you is his favorite past time, Tate trails kisses down from your chin all the way to between your legs where he can give you the most sloppy oral ever.

Tate can’t pick and choose parts of your body, all of it is the most perfect thing he’s ever seen. But he prefers your face, the way you express your love and watching you talk or whimper under him is the best! Really likes your hair aswell, he can tug and play with it all he wants.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Inside. He doesn’t care about anything….all he wants is to just stay inside of you a little bit longer…. Talks about breeding you even if he wouldn’t consider a baby at all. (Unless it’s the antichrists :3)

He supposes that he’ll come on your stomach, second favorite place ever, pulling out and letting it spill all over your smooth skin. It gets him going for a second round.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

First day you moved in, he was already stalking you, watching everything you did even if it was in a sexual way, he also took a habit of stealing your underwear and shirts…just so he could feel closer to you.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Not really, no, he didn’t have much of a sex life when he was alive. All he really had was porn and his imagination.

F= Favorite position

Simple missionary is the best, he can watch your face contort into all the different little emotions you have to show while you whimper out his name and beg him to go faster. It’s also super easy to kiss you when you’re facing him.

Back shots when he’s angry, shoving you into the mattress and almost growling into your ear, it’s crazy how fast he can go from loving and caring to nearly suffocating you in the pillows. He’s still gonna leave marks all over your back.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Tate likes to crack a few jokes, jokes about being dead stuff like “ever been fucked this good by a ghost?”. Little comments like that or a knock knock joke if he’s really in a good mood.

Yet, like I’ve stated before, when he’s upset, he doesn’t crack jokes, he barely even talks unless he’s telling you how good you’re doing.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He’s always been a smooth person, he likes shaving, it’s uncomfortable with hair in places like that. Occasionally he’ll have a bit of a carpet but it’s never more than a little chunk of it.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or dirty)

He tries to be romantic, maybe some flower petals scattered along the halls to your bedroom. Or a lit candle sitting on your bedside table, you have no idea where it came from btw.

He praises a lot, telling you how good you’re doing and how pretty you are. He needs to make sure you understand how much he loves you.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Before he met you (well before he actually started talking to you) he was a compulsive masturbater. Any moment he was stressed or when he could catch a glimpse of you changing, he had his jeans down to his knees in a second.

Yet now that you two are dating, he doesn’t jerk it as much, only when you’re at school and can’t find himself waiting for longer than an hour. He knows you’re always up for a round or two if he needs some help.

K= Kink (well, kinks!)

Choking, Praise, occasional degration, (definitely a mommy kink. He also really wants to fuck you in the latex suit.)

He likes to be choked more than choking you. Scared that he’ll possibly hurt you or even kill you if he in a bad mood. So he prefers being chocked when he’s on the bottom.

Praise goes both ways, if you praise him, he’ll cum immediately after whimpering and begging for “momma’s help”. Tate loves praising you, I’ve stated before that he needs to make sure you understand how pretty you are.

Degrades you when in a bad mood, calling you a whore, slut, etc. Sometimes he goes a little far, and he’ll make up for it with the best cuddles and aftercare ever.

Mommy kink, Only really when he’s on the bottom or in an upset mood. With how much of a bad experience he has with his mom, he finds a tiny bit of comfort in calling you his momma in bed.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

the bed is always a number one place. It’s comfortable and easy for cuddles right after the deed has been done.

Occasionally, he’ll fuck you over a kitchen counter if your family isn’t home, These are typically the days he’s not in a good enough mood to wait.

Infront of a mirror. Pretty self explanatory but he doesn’t do it often, sometimes he really really needs a confidence fix so he fucks you infront of the mirror and degrades the hell out of you.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Just you in general gives him the worst hard on imaginable. But if you’re wearing shorts or a skirt, he really can’t keep his hands off of you.

Making out and giving him hickeys will also make him horny. He enjoys all the kisses and sloppiness of pre-sex kissing.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Refuses to ever share you, nothing like threesomes or cucking or letting someone else watch. He gets jealous really quick, he needs you all to himself.

Bodily fluids that aren’t blood/spit/cum. It’s gross, Tate gets disgusted at the mention of it.

Not a huge fan of role plays. Can’t really elaborate on this one but he likes being Tate and you being….well you.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Really good at giving you head, it’s surprising since he never had much experience but he finds himself giving really sloppy and really amazing head.

Loves when you suck him off, he’ll act like he hates it and that he’s some tough guy but the moment your lips wrap around his dick. He’s whimpering and moaning and begging for more, he’s very loud.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

I explain this a bit more in Q. But normally he prefers slow and sensual sex. Taking all the time he needs to please you and himself, he can normally last well past your orgasm. But for rounds, he can last about 2 and a half before he starts unraveling.

He can get rough, lasting for about 3-4 rounds with the fastest pace ever imaginable, I mean he’s dead, his energy levels are really off the charts. He can last a good 2 hours without cumming but when he does, it’s a lot.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Some days, yes, and some days, no. Sometimes he just needs a little relief and a quick round of sex. On those days, he’ll really rock your shit and go right back to wandering around the house and doing his ghostly things.

If he’s upset or really needs you, he prefers to take it slow, being able to have you under him for as long as possible. He only finds himself speeding up if you want him too, but you have to beg him first.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Yeah, definitely into trying some new kinky things. Like if you asked to tie him up or asking to be tied up. He’ll try it, anything to make you happy, oh it’s an added bonus if you unlock some deep secret kink inside of him.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

typically, Tate can last 2 rounds, he finds himself getting overstimulated too quickly if he goes on for too long and can’t pleasure you anymore.

If it’s one of those days, 3 or 4, he just needs to get all the energy out. He’ll take small breaks in between if you need them but doesn’t find himself taking breaks.

T= Toys (do they use sex toys on themselves or their lover)

He doesn’t like them but he won’t be pissed off if you own a vibrator or dildo. He understands that he’s not always there when you’re in the mood but he can show you how much better he is then those stupid pieces of silicon.

Not much of a toy user, I mean he won’t start complaining if you use a vibrator on him or something to punish him

U= Unfair (do they tease or do they enjoy being teased)

Typically, no, but ifs he’s mad. Yeah, he’ll spend at least an hour teasing you and pushing you to the edge. He’ll fuck you then give you head and repeat the cycle until you’re basically crying.

Tate enjoys being teased more than he’ll admit. At first he’ll laugh it off and say he can handle it like a man, but after about 2 minutes. He’ll be underneath you, crying and begging (just like how teases you!). He can’t really handle what he dishes out, but he really does enjoy it.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

The first time, he tried to stay quiet, felt embarrassed at how loud he was. He was basically screaming while jerking off so he didn’t want to make a noise while having sex.

Until he let a few moans slip and you loved it. You told him that the more he moaned, the better. So he never really held back unless your family was awake, he’s really loud. Whimpering, moaning and groaning, all the noises that a man could make, Tate can make them.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

As I briefly stated in K, Tate really really wants to fuck you in the latex suit. He will never admit unless you say something first but that’s all he really wants.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

6.5 inches when he’s soft and about 7 when he’s painfully hard.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Pretty high, he gets horny easily and can’t really get rid of his hard ons as easily. It’s a good thing since he knows you’re always up for a quick round or two.

He’s also pretty patient, if you tell him to wait an hour so you can do homework. He’ll wait (after a few minutes of whining and complaining). He can wait but it’s not his favorite.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

He tries to stay awake longer than you so he can lull you to sleep or make you feel more comfortable for the last moments of the night but he normally falls asleep first. Especially if it’s been a rough day for him.

#x reader #x female reader #x male reader #tate langdon #tate langdon smut #evan peters smut #evan peters #american horror story #american horror murder house

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