#american horror story: freak show

[gameofthunder66]

American Horror Story (2011- ) tv series

-(started) watchin' Season 4- 2/29/2024- on Hulu (FX)

[velveys]

American Horror Story: Freak Show (2014–2015)

[sunflowersandsesameseeds]

  Sharing Cigarettes

(This isn't my best work, but I recently got back into this series sooooooo)

Y/N took the last sip of his coffee and hung his head back, sighing quietly.

  "Rough day, handsome?"

   His head snapped to the direction for his eyes to be met with a young man in a leather jacket with leather gloves, around his own age. Y/N would be lying if he said he didn't think he was attractive. 

  Dark and curly hair, with one strand sticking to his forehead, and a playful grin across his lips. He raised an eyebrow as he waited for a response. Y/N's face heated slightly, but he chuckled lightly. 

  "Guess you could say that. Rough might be an understatement, though." He looked away from the man to dig through his pockets for a cigarette.

  The man slid his gloved hands into his pockets, smiled lessening but not fading completely.

  "I think I know how ya feel. I'm Jimmy, though. Jimmy Darling." 

  Y/N grinned. "'Darling?' Fitting." 

  Jimmy laughed and leaned back in his stool, his feet looped through the stool legs.

   Y/N lit his cigarette, taking a long drag off of it. He breathed the smoke out through his nose.

  "I'm Y/N. That's about all you need to know." Things spread fast in this town. The last thing he needed was to out himself immediately. Jimmy hummed and stood up from his place.

  "It was nice seein' a fresh face. I'm sure I'll see you around." Jimmy then strolled out of the diner, and Y/N could've swore he saw a wink before the man walked out. 

  He decided to boil it down to his imagination. After finishing his cigarette, he left his money on the counter and left.

  

  

   Y/N was cornered by two other guys against the back of the diner. He sighed as they began to laugh at him.

  "Well hey, fagboy. You enjoyin' yourself tonight? Suck any dick?" One of them snarked. They both burst into another fit of laughter. Y/N's nose scrunched in disgust.

  The other one shoved him hard, his head hitting the brick wall. 

  "I gotta know, do you prefer takin' it up, or puttin' it in?" They howled with laughter. 

  Y/N tried to keep his cool, really. He's learned pretty well. Being gay in this time was a pain in the ass, and if they called the cops, he'd be fucked. No questions asked.

  Today was different, though. The news of his 'sickness' had gotten out to his job, so now he didn't have one. All Y/N wanted was a meal from the diner, but of course, that was fucking impossible.

  He couldn't help it. Before he even knew what he was doing, Y/N punched the man to his right, knocking him to the ground. 

  He immediately jumped on the man on the ground, punching him repeatedly. The man screamed, punched, and kicked, landing a lot on the other. Y/N felt his blood boil as the guy's blood started to splatter onto his knuckles. The guy below him was knocked unconscious at some point, so he backed up, now panting.

  Y/N was jerked away as the other man pulled him up, his arm around his neck. He held him higher, beginning to choke him. Y/N squirmed and thrashed, trying desperately to escape.

  Right as he was going to pass out, someone yanked the man off of him. Y/N gasped for air, falling to his knees. 

  "Get the fuck away from him!" Jimmy screamed, shoving him into a wall. He then kicked him square in the ches. The man stumbled up, grabbed his friend, and limped out of the area, screaming profanities.

  Y/N managed to look up at Jimmy and grinned, wiping spit off of his bottom lip. 

  "G- Good to see you again, Darling." His voice came out raspy and low. 

  Jimmy laughed breathily, gently pulling the other up. "I could say the same. What were those guys pissy about anyways?" Y/N considered telling him the truth, eventually deciding to as they set off. What would be the harm?

  He spit off towards the side, grimacing at the blood in his saliva, and looked at Jimmy.

  "This town isn't too fond of fairies, I've noticed." Y/N answered, voice flat. Jimmy paused, trying to get what he was referring to. 

  "Uh, what- oh. Oh." He smiled. "Well, you certainly did a good job roughin' one of' em up. Two against one ain't fair." 

  Y/N laughed. "Aren't you a charmer?" He lit another cigarette, wincing as he put it between his lips. Stupid split lip. He took a drag and offered it to Jimmy. 

  Jimmy hesitated. He took off his gloves, revealing his deformed hands, and then looking to Y/N for his response. Y/N just smiled.

  "Well, those are cool."

  He blinked a few times and started laughing, taking the cigarette from the other man.

  "Thanks, toots. You're something else." Jimmy pressed the cigarette to his lips and scrunched his nose at the taste of blood. He looked at Y/N.

  "Your lip's bleeding." Before Y/N could apologize for giving this dude a bloody cigarette, Jimmy reached out and wiped away some of the blood from his lip. His hand lingered near the other's face a little longer before dropping to his side. 

  Jimmy took a hit from the cigarette and offered it back to him. Y/N swallowed thickly, taking it back. His face felt very warm again; he felt like he was drowning, but in a good way.

  Y/N smiled. "Now you're just being cruel." He put the cigarette in his mouth. Jimmy walked closer and leaned in a bit.

  "Hey, what'd ya say we go out sometime?" He grinned, leaning right by Y/N's ear. "Got something I wanna show ya. More people like me." His voice was very audible. Y/N grinned and backed up.

  "Yeah, I think I'd like that, Darling." 

  Jimmy grinned and kissed his cheek. He waved as he started to walk off.

  "See you around, handsome."

  Y/N smiled, shaking his head. "Seems I've gotten myself into something."

[ocmerunaway]

@flufftober Alt 5.  Amazon Eve enjoys a little time at the fair with Lina, but which girl wins the other her teddy?

[t0rschlusspan1k]

Dear Diary, It was a Saturday, the 3rd of September, that the world as I had known was forever doomed. The shadows that had sheltered me were banished by the blinding light of scrutiny. I knew I was about to enter the gates of Hell. But like the inescapable pull of gravity, there was nothing I could do about it.

American Horror Story: Freak Show, 4x01, “Monsters Among Us” 

[jestersoftproveprophets]

Some people have such narrow views of horror. I just saw someone say that AHS: Freak Show wasn’t horror, and I just want to know what they think horror is. I don’t care if you like it, but you can’t just say it’s not horror because you personally didn’t find it scary. 

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Making A Choice - Vivien Harmon/Amazon Eve

A/N: One more for @soheavyaburden's A Year Of Whump

“I forgot what it was like… having choices.” Vivien’s voice is soft, almost sad and Amazon Eve smiles just a little, moving to push curls of copper hair from Vivien’s eyes, stroking her cheek as gently as possible, careful to avoid the bruise that’s still healing. “You’ll always have a choice with me… I don’t like pushing people for things they aren’t ready for.” Vivien smiles softly, traps her hand at her cheek and turns her face just enough to kiss Amazon Eve’s wrist. “You always make me feel so safe…” “After what he did to you, you deserve it.”

[likablenightmare]

I.. uh..YES. I’m down. Sorry guys.. are u mad at me?

[ahorrorstorycircle]

jessica lange supremacy - Oscars 2024.

[ameriicanwh0re]

2014 2024

[fear-is-truth]

— 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 ﹒jimmy darling. *ೃ༄

⋮ 𝐟ic tags. . . fem!reader﹒sfw ﹒ drabble ﹒ w.c: 416

⋮ 𝐚/n. my first time writing for jimmy. hope it’s not too bad

Sweeping the worn canvas floor of the tent, dust particles danced in the air. The scent of sawdust lingered as you tidied up after another lackluster night in the freak show. A rustle of heavy fabric made you look up.

Jimmy was standing by the entrance, his silhouette framed by the mocking twinkle of colourful blinking lights outside.

“What do you want, Jimmy?” you asked warily, the broom pausing mid-sweep. He hesitated, fingers tracing the frayed edge of the tent flap

“I want-” Jimmy started, his words faltering as he adjusted the leather newsboy cap perched on his head.

“Never mind what I want,” his voice was gruff.

“What do you want?”

That was a question you didn't even need a split second to consider. Your heart always knew, perhaps from the beginning.

“You. I want you.” Him. Always him. A wistful smile graced his lips, but it didn��t quite reach his eyes. There’s an ache, a longing in them.

“You already have me. Since the day I saw you walking into the tent, I was so gone on you.”

He shifted his weight, leaning closer. For a moment, you thought he was about to kiss you, but he didn’t. Instead, he licked his lips before he spoke again.

“But a girl like you doesn’t really want a guy like me. It’s just how things work, you know that,” he added softly, almost pleadingly. You took his hand in both yours. Placed it to your chest.

“My heart is made to fit in your hands, Jimmy Darling. Every part of me. Just for your hands, and yours only.”

His face lit up at this, and by God, it was the most fucking beautiful smile you’ve ever laid eyes on. That smile of his, it didn’t just make you smile— it made your pulse quicken and your heart flutter.

Then, his lips were on yours. You put your hands on either side of his face, and his hands dropped to your shoulders, skimming along your arms, finally resting at the small of your back.

The rest of the world ceased to exist.

You had never gotten so lost in a kiss before.

It struck you – perhaps you had never truly been kissed before; the memories of others paled in comparison. You tasted him and realised that you had been famished; that you’d never get enough of him. Love had touched you before, yet never with the same, soul-searing intensity.

This. This was the only thing that mattered.

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[taintandviolent]

Drives Me Insane ; Jimmy Darling x Reader

summary: What started off as an innocent, summer picnic at the beach turned into a naughty dalliance with the one and only Jimmy Darling. 🦞 Reader is from Southern California.

word count: 2.4K words!

w a r n i n g s: SMUT, as per usual, kissing, PDA and semi-public sex (sort of), oral sex.

a/n: I just had this brainrot idea of Jimmy Darling at the beach and I had to get it down. I hope everyone enjoys this as much as I did writing and daydreaming about it!!! not beta-read.

full fic under cut! ↓ / ao3 link here! / written to this

Your feet kicked water up towards the dry sand as you walked, hand in hand with The Lobster Boy. Outside of the circus tent, he was as normal as every other guy. Better, in fact, than most of the guys you'd tried to go steady with. From his manners to his looks, he had you wrapped around one of his conjoined fingers. And he'd done it in only a day. To be fair, you knew that he likely did this with every girl he met in every town he travelled in, but he was sure making you feel special.

Butterflies still flapped their excited little wings in your stomach from you and Jimmy's closeness in the ocean. You two had gone out just far enough, the tips of your toes still hitting sand. He had hoisted you up out of the water each time a big wave came, gripping you firmly at the waist with his big hands. You couldn't help but laugh each time, holding on tight to the curve of his shoulders. At one point, he'd pulled you in for a kiss and wrapped both arms around you, his hands just grazing the top of your ass. You shivered and blamed the cold water.

Jimmy dropped down to the blanket, lounging happily. You towelled yourself off delicately, wicking away the crystalline drops that dotted your skin. His hair was only damp at the nape of his neck, but Jimmy didn't seem to mind his body being wet. You didn't mind it either - not after seeing the way the water glistened on his abdomen. After taking your hair out of the swimcap, you shook your head lightly, your lush curls bouncing with the motion. Thankfully, your style had maintained itself. Finally, you joined him on the blanket, stretching your legs out over the edge to dip your toes into the warm sand.

A seagull sang its shrill song above you, and you watched through squinted eyes as it flew towards the horizon, gliding over the breeze. With the sand between your red-tipped toes, the briny sea air tousling your locks, and a handsome guy by your side, you were in heaven. Everything about this felt like a movie, from the cute little picnic basket he'd brought, to the way that the sun glittered, reflecting off the waves as they crashed onto the shore. You looked over, watching Jimmy Darling as he lazily watched the sea, propping himself up on his elbows. He was still shirtless and wore a pair of yellow Catalina swim trunks that complimented the tanness of his skin beautifully. His muscles were on display for you to ogle, which you did willingly. He really was handsome; an All-American Boy with his chocolatey eyes and sugar-sweet smile.

Noticing that your attention was on him, he immediately sat up, reaching for the picnic basket. "You want a sandwich or somethin'? A soda? What can I getcha', doll?"

He was so attentive to your needs – butterflies fluttered again in your stomach at the thought. With a demure, red-lipped smile, you shook your head and with the back of your hand, brushed away the strand of hair that had blown across your face. 

"No, nothing, Jimmy. I was just looking at you..." Your voice was soft, sweet, and to Jimmy, had a hint of that Southern California accent. 

"Oh yea?" He asks, shifting his weight to lean closer to you. His eyes darted to your lips and with a cheeky grin, his tongue pressed against the back of his teeth, wanting to taste you. 

"Yeah!" you said back, playfully stern. You pivoted your body to face his, daring him to counter you. And... He did, by dipping his head down to plant a quick kiss on your waiting lips. You tittered, delighted, licking the remnants of him off your lips. 

"Mmh," he hummed, kissing you again. And again. "Mmmh! Baby! You taste like a.. like a cupcake or somethin', you know that?" 

His big, strong hands roamed your body, starting at your thighs and moving up and around to the small of your back. His touch was feverish and hungry, and you watched them as they moved. He heard your breath hitch and redirected his kisses to your collarbone, suddenly hungrier. He sucked at the skin, surely leaving hickeys in his path.

"Jimmy– Jimmy!" You bowed your head, almost ducking away from him.

"Sorry, baby, I just can't keep my hands off of ya'."

"...drives me insane..." you whispered, before turning your eyes to the horizon. You were getting too turned on to think clearly, and the knot in your stomach wound tighter around itself. You wanted him. Bad.

Your eyes lifted, looking sheepishly up at the other beachy patrons as they passed, their feet leaving imprints on the sand in front of you. Some of them watched as Jimmy nuzzled into your neck, smearing hungry kisses along your skin. His hands were wrapped around you and hiding behind your back, so to most, you assumed you looked like a normal couple, happily canoodling by the seaside. You felt the sting of disapproval from some older onlookers, but the way that Jimmy was kissing and sucking on the nape of your neck was too distracting -- you couldn't find it in you to care enough to stop him a second time.

Jimmy – now Jimmy was on cloud nine. The sun was warm on his shoulders, the breeze fluffing his caramel locks, and a pretty girl was in his arms. Nothin' better in his mind. As soon as the troupe had pulled into Santa Monica, parking their caravans and setting up in an empty lot near the beach, Jimmy's radar was up. He'd heard rumours of how pretty the West Coast girls were, and after spending so much time on the East Coast, he'd been hankering to taste their sunkissed, salty skin. When he'd spotted you in line with your perfect red pout and shimmering locks, he'd made a beeline for you, schmoozing and talking about how much you were gonna' enjoy the show. He, of course, wasn't wrong and it might've been because he paid special attention to you during his musical number. Whatever the reason was, he'd asked you out on a picnic date, and much to his delight, you accepted (although perhaps a little too quickly for your liking).

"Baby," he murmured into your skin, just below your ear. The closeness sent a shiver down your spine. "Whaddya' say we go back in one of those tents and have a little fun, huh?"

You looked behind him, following his gaze. There was a row of striped changing tents near the top of the beach, some of which were unoccupied. You couldn't help but cover your mouth as a gasp escaped; what he was proposing seemed so naughty. In public? You'd never... oh, but with him? You would. You'd do anything in the world with him and all he had to do was ask.

"You promise we won't get caught?"

"I promise."

Jimmy got up first, hand extended towards you to lift you up. You took it without another thought, and after being hoisted up, he took off, running giddily towards the tents. Giggling, you followed behind Jimmy as he ran, his hands wrapped firmly around your wrist, practically dragging you up the bank.

Once you made it to the tents, you popped your head in, taking a curious peek. The rest of your body followed shortly after. There was a small stool inside, intended for people to sit on while they changed. It wouldn't be utilized for that purpose, you thought.

Jimmy stood outside the tent, casually rocking back and forth on his heels, his fingers locked behind his back. He even whistled a happy little tune until no one would suspect that he was going to pop inside with you. To any passerbys, it just looked like he was waiting for his girlfriend to exit the tent. No funny business happening there. Heck no. 

When Jimmy finally ducked into the tent, he had a starved glimmer in his eyes and headed straight for you, his hands connecting to your hips. Your mouths collided, tongues wrestling each other for dominance like two horny teenagers. He took fistfuls of your breasts through the fabric of your swim top, kneading them hungrily. Abruptly, he dug underneath the elastic and tweaked your nipple, rubbing at it with his thumb. You broke the kiss to glance down. Smiled coyly. Jimmy's yellow shorts weren't doing much to hide his erection; the thin fabric had a clear outline of his quickly hardening cock, and a wet spot grew at the tip.

The sun shone through the red and white striped fabric, casting a warm, ruddy glow on Jimmy's face. You wondered if he felt at home in this miniature circus tent. "Hang on a sec, wait..." you whispered, as you reached around his back, tying the panels of fabric shut.

"You're that worried, huh?" Jimmy's hand slipped from your top.

"I don't know what kinda' freaky stuff you're into, but I don't want anyone walking in."

With a hushed tone, he replied: ,"Nobody is gonna' walk in, dollface."

He wrapped one arm around your back, pulling you tight to his hip and kissed you again. Jimmy's other hand trailed down your bare stomach until he came to the hem of your ruched shorts, where the tips of his fingers delved behind the elastic, creeping closer and closer to your folds. Once he found your slit, he slipped in between and immediately applied pressure to your clit, teasing you. You gasped, your breath hitching in your throat. Shortly after, he started drawing small circles around the bundle of nerves, hot and swelling with each passing second. Everything he did felt so good.

Feeling confident, Jimmy teased your entrance with his fingers. His deformity certainly hadn't inhibited him from gaining experience in pleasuring women. In fact, Jimmy swore up and down it made him better. Women across the US craved his conjoined fingers with all their girth and length, moaning desperately as they hit all the right spots when he fingered them.

In fear of making you scream his name, Jimmy couldn't give you the full Lobster Boy treatment - not here. He inserted just the tips of his fingers, up to the first knuckles, pumping slowly in and out. His thumb massaged your clit still, the dual stimulation sending to the skies and back again. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before you came. You were wetter than the ocean, and he loved it. Jimmy's tongue ran along his bottom lip, watching you as you writhed in his grip.

"Feel good?"

Breathlessly, you nodded. Jimmy withdrew his slick fingers from your cunt, his weighted gaze on you. He hummed in satisfaction. The dirty, wanton look in your eyes made his cock twitch.

"Baby, you wanna'....?" His eyes scanned over your pretty red lips before dropping to his groin. With one hand, Jimmy tugged his shorts down, letting out a breathy groan as his heavy cock bobbed in front of your tummy. Velvet heat pressed into your flesh, the pre-cum that oozed from the slit sliding against your stomach as he breathed. You knew what he was asking.

You sunk to your knees, settling into the shade-cooled sand. With Jimmy's cock in front of your face, you swallowed, wetting your throat. His conjoined digits wrapped around the base of it, squeezing it tightly. Your lips parted and Jimmy smiled, ready for what came next. You leaned forward, extending your tongue over your bottom lip and carefully, Jimmy slapped the tip of his dick against it. As your fingers wrapped around the shaft, he let out a throaty groan, jerking his head back. You worked it with your hand, and closed your lips around the tip of it, sucking gently. Looking up at him with those big, bright eyes, you watched Jimmy's breaths go from even to haphazard, his chest rising and falling quickly. Your tongue massaged at the underside of his cock, taking it deeper into your mouth.

You gagged softly, quietly and Jimmy clenched his teeth, feeling your throat close around his dick. It was hot and wet and strong – he swallowed again, watching you as worked. The urges were getting too strong, and the tension in his abdomen wound tighter. Without a word, Jimmy bent down and pulled you to your feet, his cock slipping wetly from your mouth. With a grunt, he yanked your shorts down just enough to expose your cunt. 

"Sorry, I just... I gotta'..."

"We can't go all the way here, are you –"

"No-no, baby, we're not gonna', I just gotta' be closer to you, I'm gonna' –"

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. With his cock still wet from your mouth, Jimmy began jerking it, right into your folds. Pre-cum dripped from the slit, providing more lubrication. The tip bumped against your puffy clit over and over again and before you could stop it, the pulsing wave rushed over you. You wrapped both arms around his neck, hanging on him as your legs quivered with the powerful orgasm that shook your core. You moaned softly into his ear, riding out the sensation by grinding against his cock. With his head filled with lewd thoughts of pushing his dick deep inside your pussy, Jimmy was fast behind you, exploding over you in hot, white ropes of ecstasy.

Finally feeling like you could stand on your own again, you rested your head against his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat as it slowed. Jimmy rested his chin atop your head, panting and pet the small of your back.

"See? No one caught us." He teased. You slapped at his bicep and disconnected from him, moving around him to exit the tent. Jimmy followed behind, this time, not putting any distance between the two of you. Thankfully, no one noticed. Everyone was too busy enjoying their beach day.

Everything was as you left it, except that the blanket had blown over slightly. You toed the edge of it back into place. Jimmy approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your hips. He kissed your ear, nuzzling into you.

"You wanna' see the show again tonight, pretty baby?"

You nodded. You did. And you wanted whatever was going to happen after the show, too.

[ocmerunaway]

@fictober-event Day 2. Eve and Lina flirt a little, and Eve proves to not mind the warnings she’s been given...

[t0rschlusspan1k]

You know what your problem is, Jimmy? You're stuck on the rosy notion that the world operates on goodness, decency. Truth is— all goodness guarantees ya, is an early grave. But the biggest joke of all — the thing that'll sink ya every time... ...is hope. Hope that the world will right itself. That the just will be rewarded and the wicked punished. Oh, once you buy into that horsesh*t, you're dead in the water.

American Horror Story: Freak Show, 4x07: Test of Strength

[zanephillips]

"The clown was put on earth to show me the way. To introduce me to the sweet language of murder. But I am no clown. I am perfection. I am greatness. I am the future, and the future starts tonight."

FINN WITTROCK as DANDY MOTT in American Horror Story 4x05 "Pink Cupcakes"

[kercovah]

some evan peters ahs icons for you by me!

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