living dead girl

Kyle Spencer

"Are You Leaving?" ➥ Post-death Kyle wants you to stay with him Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy ➥ Kyle takes you on a date

Jimmy Darling

"How Can I Make You Love Me Again?" ➥ Jimmy's addiction affects your relationship with him Dream A Little Dream of Me Part 1* Part 2 ➥ Jimmy is the entertainment at a Tupperware party and you get attached to him {18+}

James Patrick March

Devil's Night ➥ Arriving at the Cortez, you're met with a dangerous man Let Me Violate You* ➥ James takes a liking to you after you enter the Cortex {18+} James w/ a Vegan Lover ➥ James finds out you're a vegan NSFW Alphabet w/ James Patrick March* ➥ James during sex headcanons {18+} For Eternity* ➥ The Countess seduces you into a threesome with James {18+} Poker Face* ➥ You and James play strip poker {18+} Cold Metal* ➥ James punishes you for cheating {18+} Epilogue of a Lost Love ➥ You're James' maid during the time of his almost capture James Being Your Sugar Daddy HCs ➥ What it'd be like to be James' sugar baby

Kai Anderson

Breed* ➥ Kai wants to find what makes you melt {18+} Kai Anderson HCs ➥ Random Kai headcanons Sweet Serial Killer Part 1 Part 2* ➥ You're a prison guard and Kai is an inmate {18+} The Unholy Ritual* ➥ Kai makes the Messiah with you {18+} Night Prowler* ➥ Kai lets you ride his thigh {18+} Not Allowed* ➥ Where Kai feels bad about getting so upset {18+} NSFW Alphabet w/ Kai Anderson* ➥ Kai during sex headcanons {18+} Crimson and Leather* ➥ After a murder, you and Kai have some fun {18+} Judas Part 1 Part 2 ➥ Kai thinks you're the mole in his cult Bruise Violet* ➥ After meeting kai, he initiates you into his cult {18+} Being Kai's Lover in His Cult HCs ➥ What it'd be like dating Kai while being a cult member He Only Lies ➥ You call Kai out on his cheating Am I Dreaming?* ➥ You have a wet dream next to Kai {18+}

Jeff Pfister

Yandere!Jeff HCs ➥ Jeff Pfister as a Yandere headcanons My Strange Addiction* ➥ You do coke with Jeff and have sex {18+} Needy* ➥ You tease Jeff at work {18+}

Warren Lipka

Womanizer* ➥ Warren picks you up and you have sex in his car {18+} Show Me How ➥ You decide to run away with Warren NSFW Alphabet w/ Warren Lipka* ➥ Warren during sex headcanons {18+} A Kleptomaniac's Love ➥ You help Warren with stealing jewelry Dating Warren HCs ➥ Headcanons about dating Warren Lovers Rock* ➥ You and Warren have a fight and make up with sex {18+} Enjoy the Silence* ➥ Warren meets you at your work and you have sex in the storage room {18+} Angelic* ➥ You and Warren make a sex tape {18+}

Stan Bowes

The New York Skyline* ➥ You're Stan's assistant and he's been stressed {18+} A Modern Love ➥ Stan makes you dinner Love to Dream* ➥ Stan brings you to one of his work banquets only to mess with you. {18+} Stan Being Your Sugar Daddy HCs ➥ What it'd be like to be Stan's' sugar baby

Colin Zabel

All Apologies* ➥ Colin makes up for being so distracted with work {18+} Pretty Girl* ➥ You're on an undercover mission as a "couple" {18+} Suspicious Part 1 Part 2 ➥ An AU where Colin is the bad guy Your Warmth* ➥ You and Colin have car sex {18+}

Evan's Headcanons

You hadn’t been at Briarcliff long when Sister Mary Eunice took charge. Sister Jude had been kicked out as you heard through the grapevine.

Sister Mary Eunice had always been Sister Jude’s henchwoman. That’s what another patient told you. That she was Sister Jude’s bitch, basically. You figured that when Sister Mary Eunice took over that she’d be lenient and a pushover.

You were wrong.

Around the beginning of the month, your father caught you kissing another woman and sent you straight to the crazy house. Being queer was a big no-no around here. So here you were. Stuck with the paranoid schizophrenics, the deranged killers, and the gone-crazy widows.

You were sat in the common room, playing Go Fish with Miss. Lancaster - a grieving widow. When she eventually wins, you slam your cards on the table and stand up abruptly, causing your chair to fall over behind you.

“This game fucking sucks! You always fucking win because you’re a goddamn cheater!” You accuse, yelling out angrily. Briarcliff made everyone go mad. And for you, it made you unable to control your anger.

Orderlies come rushing in and grab you by the arms. “You fucking bitches!” You yell out as the strong men grab you by the arms. “Rot in hell! All of you!” You continue screaming and kicking as the men practically carry you to Sister Mary Eunice’s office.

They throw you inside and you see the blonde woman sitting at her desk, her nun habit only showing her blonde bangs. Her skin was pale and she wore deep red lipstick on her lips.

She looks up at you, her eyes landing directly on yours. It felt like she was looking through you. “Leave her here. Thank you.” She says to the orderlies in a calm, smooth voice. The men leave the room, leaving it to just you and the nun.

“Anger issues don’t bode well in a place like this, Miss. Y/l/n.” Sister Mary Eunice states, standing from her desk. You stand in place, a deep fear in your body that if you moved, you’d be toast.

Instead, you just breathe heavily. She rounds the desk, eyeing you. She steps in front of you, being a few inches taller than you. “What do you think your punishment should be?” She asks.

You shake your head. “Let me outta this hellhole.” You seethe.

She chuckles shortly, a smile on her red lips. “This… isn’t even close to hell. You want to get on the good side of me? Don’t backtalk.” Sister Mary Eunice comments. You exhale sharply, watching as she leans back and grabs the file with your name on it off of her desk.

“Homosexual tendencies, huh?” She reads, her eyes set on your file. “Tell me, what have you done with a woman?”

“I’ve fucked them. They’ve fucked me. I love being a flaming, raging queer, sister. I love having women on top of me and below me. Feeling their tits and how wet they get.” You say bravely, a smug smirk on your face.

Sister Mary Eunice just chuckles, eyeing you up and down. She took in your asylum outfit that consisted of a boring dress and a knitted coat. “Speaking so courageously given the circumstances.”

You hum, quirking your head to the side. “Take off your coat.” She demands, her voice coated with finality. You delay and she just raises her eyebrows at you. Apprehensively, you slowly shrug off your knit coat.

It falls to the floor and Sister Mary Eunice smiles. “Drop the dress, too.” She adds on. You exhale deeply, your eyes set on hers as you undo the buttons of your dress and slide the dress off of your body, letting it fall pathetically to the floor.

Sister Mary Eunice surveys your body - taking in your breasts and hard nipples before falling to the slightly too big cotton panties the nurses provide. “Those too.” She says, pointing to the panties.

As you slide them over your hips, she walks over to the cabinet and opens it, revealing a variation of whipping canes. Your eyes widen at the side of them.

She grabs one of them and rubs the cane against her palm. “Bend over the desk. Now.” Sister Mary Eunice continues demanding orders like some kind of drill sergeant. You follow, your breasts touching the cold wood of the desk as you bend over so your bare ass was sticking out.

You feel the cold cane run up your inner thigh. You shiver, your body tensing. “How many whips? I say forty, given your foul language earlier.” She comments. You groan, feeling the cane rub against your pussy.

With your cheek pressed against the desk, you wince when Sister Mary Eunice whips you with the cane. And fuck, did it hurt.

Your hands grip the desk’s ledge, your ass cheek burning angrily from the slap. “Count for me.” Sister Mary Eunice orders. “O-One.” You groan out, breathing heavily. She brings the cane down on your ass again, this time harder. “Two!” You cry out.

The fire spread through your entire cheek, making you whimper in pain as she hit you with all her strength. Which was a lot of strength. The numbers slowly climb and with each whip, you can feel your cunt getting wetter.

“Thirty-eight!” You mewl, your voice breaking as tears waterfall down your cheeks. “Thirty-nine!” You continue calling out. With one extra harsh whip, Sister Mary Eunice reaches forty. “Forty!” You draw out, the wood wet below your face from tears.

Sister Mary Eunice pulls you by the hair from your bent-over position, making you face her. She smirks as she sees your red eyes and wet cheeks. Her eyes dance down your body, past your heaving breasts until she reaches between your legs.

“Dirty, dirty girl.” Sister Mary Eunice chides. She uses the tip of the cane to spread your legs, making you whimper as your ass presses against the cold wood of the desk.

She runs her cane over your inner thigh, collecting the gooey wetness that coated your thighs on the cane. “Lick it off.” She orders, raising the cane to your mouth. Tears roll down your cheeks as you beg her. “No… I’m sorry.” You plead.

Staying eerily silent, Sister Mary Eunice pushes the wet cane against your lips. You begrudgingly stick your tongue out and lick it, tasting your own arousal. She smiles as she watches you, her sadism helping her get off on it.

Pulling the cane away from you, she lets go of your hair and pushes you to the ground. “Get out of my sight.” She demands.

“C-Can I get...my clothes?” You say weakly. She shakes her head, sitting back down at her desk. “No. Ask the orderlies for another dress. It’s part of your punishment.”

A bottle of Jack Daniels sits loosely between your thighs, your eyes set down on the bright screen of your iPhone. Sucked into your own little world, you fail to hear James entering the room.

You only look up when you hear him exhale loudly. Your eyes land on his bloody body - seeing how his usual slicked back hairstyle was ruffled up and dark red blood splattered his pale skin like he was the canvas of a sadist.

Even his clothes were stained. His white button-down was practically ruined and his black pants didn’t show it as well but you knew there was a ton of blood on those too.

Blood was spread over his bare forearms, staining his hands and covering his pronounced veins. Even the glass over his watch was cloudy with smeared blood.

Standing from the bed, you set your bottle down on the nightstand. “Fun time?” You find yourself asking, your eyes raking his bloody form. He smirks, the dried blood on his cheeks only making him more attractive to you.

“Of course.” He replies. You watch as he unbuttons his shirt, pushing so his bloodied torso shows. You lick your lips, stepping back from him and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Wanna have some more fun?” You propose.

James smiles, brushing some hair away from his face. “Oh.” He hums in satisfaction. “Before I’ve cleaned myself up?”

You just nod, pulling the skirt of your dress up to expose more of your fishnet-covered legs as you lay back on the bed. He chuckles softly before walking up to you, standing between your spread legs that dangle off of the bed. He runs his hand up your thigh starting at your knee, stopping when his fingertips reach your panties.

“You always need something, darling.” He remarks, leaning over you so his face only was so close to you that you could feel his breath on your skin. “But I’m happy to supply.”

He completes the gap between you two and kisses you, his tongue making quick work of entering your mouth. You bring your hands to his hair, messing it up even more than it was before.

James places his cold hand on your outer thigh, his finger hooked under the waistband of your panties through the small holes of your fishnet stockings. Annoyed by the barrier, James leans back and hastily bunches your dress up before ripping the fishnets between your legs by your cunt to give himself access.

You giggle softly, writhing on the bed as he palms you through the material of your underwear. With a weak moan, you push his stained shirt completely off of him.

He kisses you once again, this time the kiss was sloppier and rougher. But no matter what, James kissing you was always passionate. Your hand rests on the nape of his neck, your back arching so you could feel his body closer to yours.

With his hand pushed firm up to your cunt, you start grinding your hips against his palm. He doesn’t stop you and instead goes with it, letting you get stimulation.

“Wanna try something new?” You whisper into his ear as you break the kiss. “Perhaps… what is it?” He asks in return. You stall the movement of your hips, pulling even further back from him so you could look into his dark eyes.

“Do you trust me?” You ask.

He delays his response, debating on what to say. “Sure.”

You smirk as you push him off of you and pull him down onto the bed. As he lays there, you stand from the bed and take off your dress so you remained in just your bra and panties with ripped fishnet stockings on your legs.

James watched you very carefully, his hands behind his head as he awaits what you’ll do next. With an innocent smile, you walk over to the dresser and go into the sock drawer, pulling out two sets of handcuffs.

Dangling the cuffs off of your index finger, James sighs heavily as you hop on the bed. You grab his right wrist and clasp the cuff over it before connecting to the headboard. Doing the same to his left wrist, you make sure his hands were secure.

Moving over to straddle his hips, you feel his painfully obvious hard-on under your core. “You’d really like to be inside me, wouldn’t you, Jimmy?” You tease playfully, running your hand down his toned abs.

He groans, his wrists pulling against the metal handcuffs. You wiggle your hips a bit, noticing how his jaw clenches and his breath draws in sharply. “But… you’re way too used to getting your way. I’m here to teach you a lesson in patience. It’s an amazing virtue.” You tell him, a patronizing tone coating your voice.

“You wanna touch me, James? Feel my skin against your hand, my pulse under your fingers?” You continue, moving your hips in circular movements over his clothed dick. Leaning down so your face was inches from his, you smirk. “Not yet.”

With an irritated huff, James stops fighting against the handcuffs that bind him. Moving so that your breasts were right in his line of sight, you slowly unclasp your bra and drag the straps down your shoulders so that the simple black material falls off of your body and onto James’ chest.

He glares at you, his dark eyes daring you to do something else teasing. You knew he wanted to touch you. And that was part of the punishment. “You can pout all you want but I’m not giving in.” You declare firmly, running your hand down your right breast. “And you can quote me on that.”

“This isn’t as humorous as you make it out to be, Y/n.” James snaps angrily, once again tugging on his restraints. You smile, your hands falling on the waistband of his pants. “It isn’t.” You agree. “It’s serious. You just need to be a good boy and let me do this.”

He clenches his jaw even harder, his eyes landing on your hands that slowly undo his belt. “Can you be a good boy?” You ask, grazing your fingers over his defined v-line that disappears under his pants.

James begrudgingly nods, his arms relaxed for once. “See? It’s easy.” You comment, pulling his belt from the loops and tossing it aside so you could pull his pants down.

You press a soft kiss to his hip, his pants now off of his body as you taunting drag his boxers down as well. With James now completely naked, you run your hand down his hard dick, your touches light to further tease him.

With your tongue, you drag a slow circle around the tip of his dick, licking up the pre-cum. His body tenses, his lustful gaze studying your every move. You pull back from his dick, disappointing him since he thought you’d give him a blow job.

Instead, you go back to straddling his thighs and leaning over his body. “I’ve decided I’m going to use you for my own pleasure.” You tell him, a smirk playing on the corner of your lips.

He just nods, desperate for just about anything. You pull your panties to the side and position yourself over him before sinking your wet pussy down on his dick. Moaning softly, you let your thighs meet his before starting to ride him.

You watch with satisfaction as he tugs his wrists against the handcuffs, trying to free himself even though both of you knew it would work. You bounce up and down on his dick, your cunt tight around his length.

With every bounce, James pulls harder on the cuffs. “You’re only hurting yourself, baby.” You warn, your voice breathy as you speak. Your hands massage your breasts, cruelly reminding James about how he couldn’t touch you at all.

Ceasing his tugging, James finally gives all the way in. You gasp in pleasure, James’ quiet groans barely even making any noise.

“Does it feel good? Do you wanna cum?” You antagonize, your eyes meeting his as he finally opens his eyes. He nods enthusiastically, humming a weak “Mhm”. You smile, grinding your hips as you bounce on his dick.

“That’s not the deal, you know that.” You tsks. He throws his head back against his pillow, his blood-stained lips turning down into a frown. “If you beg, I’ll consider it.” You add.

His breathing grows heavy, his pride too big to beg permission to orgasm. He squeezes his hands into fists, not letting you get the best of him. You smile, continuing to ride him. You moan his name softly as you reach your own orgasm.

With your movements staggering, you breathe heavily as the pleasure rushes over you and soon fizzles down to a dull throb between his legs. Getting off of his still hard dick, you uncuff his hands and walk towards the bathroom.

“That’s it?” He calls out after you, his voice weak. You peek your head around the corner, giving him a kind smile. “Here.” You say, tossing him a bottle of lotion. “Finish yourself.”

He grabs the bottle and does in fact finish himself. In the shower, even over the water, you hear his moans as he cums.

You and Chet met at Aerobics after Montana set you two up.

After meeting officially, there was an obvious spark between you two. At the beginning of summer, Xavier brought up being a camp counselor and Chet begged you to go. So you did.

And now with a new girl -- Brooke -- you head off to Camp Redwood with the rest of your group.

- The ride there was semi-long and you spent it just talking with the new girl and indulging in Ray's drugs. - Arriving at the camp, you noticed the cabins were old-looking and trees surrounded the entire area on all sides. - You and Chet were bummed about Margaret's "Girls are red, boys are blue, don't even try to make purple" rule. - Spending the first half of the night in the girls' counselor cabin, you and the rest of your friends drink beer and watch the Olympics. - Chet was upset about that because he had been disqualified since he "peed a pharmacy" as Montana put it. - You tried to calm him by playing with his soft hair. - Montana applauded you for your attempt.

Later, at the bonfire, Nurse Rita told the story about the 1970 massacre done by a man nicknamed Mr. Jingles. "You buying this?" Chet asks you in a whisper.

"I am too high for this," you whisper in response.

Margaret shows her missing ear and you find yourself getting scared. Brooke had been talking about some killer following her but you thought it was attention-seeking shit.

Chet wraps his arm around your lower back, holding you closer to him as you puff on a joint that Xavier had rolled.

Back at the cabin, a man named Trevor introduces himself as another counselor while you and Chet let yourselves partake in the coke that Ray also provided.

- Margaret soon broke up the party and Xavier, Ray, Trevor, and Chet all went back to the boys' counselor cabin for sleep. - Around three a.m, you snuck over to their cabin and got into bed with Chet. - He wanted to have sex but you denied. - Stating it'd be too risky given the others were just a few feet away. - The next morning, the kids arrived bright and early to start the next few weeks of their camp experience. - Margaret went over the rules and had you split into partners so the kids could be easier to manage. - You can Chet partnered, obviously, and gave your kids a tour of the grounds and went over the rules like Margaret said to do first thing.

Now at the kayak station, you explain safety rules while Chet explains how to actually do it, given he was an Olympic athlete once upon a time.

"They suck," Chet mutters to you as the kids paddle around the "bottomless" lake. "Be nice. They're kids," you advise him. He just chuckles, his hand placed shamelessly on your ass.

At the end of the day, the kids go to sleep and you and your friends once again gather in the girls' counselor cabin to drink and do drugs.

As the rest were occupied with a card game or watching the Olympics, you and Chet sneak off to boys' counselor cabin that had been left empty.

Making out, you and Chet fall to the couch -- him on top of you. Margaret barges in, causing him to jump off of you. "What was my rule about this?" Margaret asks, eyeing you two like you had committed a heinous crime.

"No sex?" you answer. She nods, glaring at Chet as if he was the only guilty party. "Time to split up," she says before leaving the cabin. You kiss Chet goodbye and head back to the girls' counselor cabin to find that Xavier, Ray, and Trevor had already headed back.

Montana mocked you and Chet for getting caught.

- The next few days were fine. - The kids could get pretty annoying, but you and the rest of the counselors could handle it. - You and Chet had to very methodically plan your sex-capades as to not get caught. - At night, you and him would have sex in the showers since Margaret never checked there for stray kids. - If you wanted to do it during the day, you and him would take your chances in an outhouse stall or in the counselor's cabin. - By the end of the summer, you had only been caught maybe seven times. - Having survived the whole summer being counselors, you and the rest of your group take Xavier's van back into the city.

"I don't know if I hated that or loved it," you comment as you sit in the back as Xavier drives. You rest your head on Chet's shoulder, his hand firmly placed on your thigh.

"I thought it was fine. With enough drugs, everything is cool," Ray replies with a smile. You laugh, taking the joint that Chet had offered to you.

"And look, we didn't get killed," Montana says in reference to Brooke's irrational fear.

"Yeah. You're right,"

There was a huge patch of untamed woods next to Kit’s house. The trees grew high and there were beautiful flowers on the bushes that scattered the ground. It was so pretty, especially in mid-spring.

Kit’s children, Thomas and Julia often spent time in these woods. They knew all the trails and knew all of the kinds of animals in them. Mostly just deer, occasional wild cats, and squirrels.

You and Kit sit on the front porch of the house, the cool breeze sweeping past as Thomas and Julia play inside. It was early evening and the sun was on the verge of setting. The sky was still a light blue mixed with baby pink clouds.

“It’s been a while since… you know,” Kit says, speaking quietly so only you could hear him. You nod, knowing what he was mentioning. “Jude is here to babysit,” you tell him suggestively. He smiles, an excited glint in the darkness of his eyes.

“Where would we go?” he asks.

Your eyes move past him, looking at the large expanse of woods that was beside the house. He smiles, standing from his chair and going inside to tell Jude to watch the kids for half an hour.

He comes back out and grabs your hand, leading you off the porch and into the woods through the worn-out trail. You giggle like a schoolgirl, the adrenaline of having sex in such a public place being exhilarating to you.

It wasn’t like the woods were private property or anything, either. It was open for anybody to go in.

“We’re really doing this?” you ask as Kit brings you to a relatively clear area. He looks back at you, nodding. You let him pull you into his body, kissing him hotly. There was no time for anything more than sex. And since it’s been a while, you were fine with that.

His hands slide down your waist, gripping you by your hips as your fingers run through his floppy hair. He keeps you close to him, the warmth of his body traveling to you.

Letting one of his hands venture down to your skirt, he slips his finger under the waistband and lays his palm flat against your lower stomach. You shiver, feeling Kit push you gently against a wide tree.

He pulls your skirt down, letting it pool on the ground without care about the dirt that could get on it. His tongue explores your mouth, his hands span your waist as you tug mindlessly at the hem of his tee-shirt.

Kit’s hands glide back up your body, holding your breasts in his palms. You moan into his lips, wishing his hands were under your shirt and not over. His lips move from yours and go to your neck, biting and kissing right under your jaw.

You lean your head against the tree, your lips pulled into a satisfied smile. After a moment, Kit moves from your neck and turns you around so your palms were pressed against the tree and your ass was sticking out just slightly.

Hearing him unzip his jeans, you get excited as he hurriedly pushing your panties down so they fall to the ground along with your skirt.

Shivering from the fresh air hitting your wet pussy, you mewl softly as Kit spits into his hand and rubs the spit through your cunt. He soon pushes the tip of his dick into your pussy, slowly easing into you so he doesn’t hurt you.

Your hands grip the bark of the old tree, your eyes falling shut as Kit bottoms out in you. His hands grip you low on your hips, his thumbs pressing into the flesh of your ass as he pulls his hips back only to thrust back in.

His thrusts were relatively slow but strong. Just like they always were. You exhale deeply, soft grunts escaping your lips as he fucks you.

“Fuck,” you hear him pant, his breathing growing heavy. You move your hips against his, pushing back into his thrusts to meet him halfway. You moan his name, your nails scratching the bark on the tree that held you up.

He pushes your shirt up and runs his hand over the warm skin of your back. You moan weakly, trying to stay quiet as he fucks you. Kit liked slower and sensual sex more and he was really good at it.

His hands wrap around your body, pulling you upright so your back is flush to his chest. He thrusts up into you, his hand loosely holding by your neck as you rest your head on his shoulder.

You place your hands on his torso, your skin starting to stick with sweat as does his. He nuzzles his face in the curve of your neck, kissing your skin tenderly as he continues fucking you. “I-I’m close,” you stutter out, overwhelmed.

Feeling him smile into your skin, he keeps the same pace so you can cum.

Your nails dig into his arm that kept you in place by your neck, your legs quivering as you orgasm. Kit cums soon after you, filling you up with his cum as he loved.

His thrusts slow to a stop and he lets go of you, Your hand rests on his shoulder to keep you steady as you pull your panties and skirt back on. Kit fixes your hair for you, making sure you look fine before going back to the house.

“Nice little sex hideout, if I’m honest,” Kit comments as you and him walk back to the house. You chuckle, your legs feeling like jelly. “I think a bed is better,”

You sat on the edge of James’ bed, your leg bouncing just subtly as you waited for him to come back. He told you he had to go grab something from Ms. Evers and you didn’t know what it was.

The door finally creaks open, James’ shoes tapping as he walks into the room. Ms. Evers followed behind him, holding a half-naked guy who was tied at the wrists and had duct tape on his mouth.

You stand from the bed, staring at the man who Ms. Evers held. James stands beside her, a proud smile on his lip as he sees the look of surprise on your face. “What’s this?” you ask, your voice shaking just barely from fear.

“The final task, my dear; killing,” he says.

The past two weeks had been spent on your tutoring. James, an accomplished killer, had taken you under his wing when he felt the anger you held in your aura. He knew you were his best bet after John Lowe had died.

You didn’t expect him to want you to kill yet. You knew it was coming, but you were scared. James’ hand had always been on the trigger when it came to lessons. And now he wanted you to be the sole person responsible for the murder.

“James, I can’t,” you whisper, not wanting Ms. Evers or the man to hear. James rests his hand on your shoulder, smiling softly. “Yes, you can. You will never know the limits of your skill until you test them. So, you must test them,” he comforts, his words assuring you.

You sigh, looking over at the man who only wore underwear and was bound up so he couldn’t escape. “What do you want me to use?” you ask James.

He shrugs, a sadistic smile on his lips and a certain glint in his eyes. “Whatever you please,”

Nodding, you chose a gun. James hands you his favorite -- a 9mm snub-nose revolver that he had used plenty of times. This gun was his form of passing on the torch. You take it from him, cocking the gun as Ms. Evers puts the man on the bed.

James stands close behind you, looking over your shoulder. You extend your arm, holding the gun in your hand with your finger hovering over the trigger. The finger that decided the fate of this random man.

“Don’t rush. Take your time and enjoy the moment,” James whispers, Ms. Evers having left by now. He hovers behind you, listening to your even breathing as you steady your hand so you can have better aim. “Let all your rage out, dear. This is your revenge on everybody,”

You stare at the bound man, making eye contact with your soon-to-be victim. He shakes his head, his eyes wide as you aim the gun for his forehead.

“Breathe in then shoot,” James instructs.

You breathe in deeply, standing with perfect posture as you curl your finger against the trigger, pulling it.

The gun fires, the bullet going straight between the victim’s eyes. The sound wasn’t too loud - you expected it to be way louder. James claps from behind you, watching with pride as the man falls dead, his blood spilling out of the wound that went through the back of his head.

James twirls you around to face him, kissing you passionately. Caught off guard, it takes you a second to kiss back. When he pulls away, you smile softly. “What was that for?” you ask him.

He had never, ever kissed you before.

“You’re perfect, Y/n. You’re who I need,” he says kindly, petting your cheek with his thumb. You smile bashfully, your smile lighting up your eyes. He leans in and kisses you again, knocking the gun from your hand and sitting you on the bed.

It was a slippery slope.

Slope wasn’t the right word. You were being pushed over the edge of a cut-off cliff after some chase sequence. That was a better analogy.

After your eyes were finally opened to all of your girlfriend’s -- The Countess or known to you as Elizabeth -- actions by Ramona, you began to find it difficult to feel safe in her presence. And Elizabeth knew this.

The process of falling out of love was sloppy and messy.

It starts with a begrudging realization. The moment where the rose-colored glasses are removed and the red flags are once again red. Then, the denial. “This isn’t true”. “She was good to me”. “We love each other. She isn’t evil”.

The next stage was anger. And that was where you were caught. Resentment, hatred, disgust, bitterness. All of these emotions flooding you whenever she was near. When she touched you, when she smiled.

Cold blooded killer. Cold blooded killer. Cold blooded killer.

Elizabeth knew you hated her. She could taste the bitter sourness in your blood. Your blood used to smell of raspberries and cream. Now… it was reduced to dark, staining, nasty flavors and flavor that Elizabeth hated tasting. Especially from you.

She knew she didn’t have much longer with you. She knew you would up and leave soon enough. And with her being trapped inside of the hotel due to her being dead, she couldn’t risk you leaving for good.

The only person she had ever loved like this was Valentino. And him dying broke her.

Sitting on the couch in her penthouse, you await her to return so you could speak with her. You were finally going to break up with her. You couldn’t stand the woman anymore. You tried to make it not obvious, but you weren’t sure how successful that was.

When she would touch you, you had to close your eyes and float away from the situation. You grew afraid that if you objected to anything she did, you’d end up like Tristan. Or any of the others she had killed to feed off of in the past.

Elizabeth finally enters the penthouse, dressed in a skin-tight off-the-shoulder red and black dress that had a flowy skirt.

You hated her but she looked beautiful.

“Y/n. What’re you doing here?” Elizabeth asks, her suave voice making you shiver. “I came to… to talk, actually,” you say, standing from the couch as you try to keep up a strong facade. She smiles coyly, waiting for you to say what you wanted.

“We have to break up,”

Elizabeth looks at you with those eyes that make you feel as though she was reading your every thought like some kind of journal. Like she was looking directly into your soul.

The silence was heavy as you just stand there, part of you thinking that this would be your demise. “Do I want to know why?” Elizabeth finally speaks, her words softer than usual as that cold demeanor melts off like it usually does when she’s alone with you.

Swallowing thickly, you speak again. “I can’t stay with you because I know you. What you are,” you explain, your fear coating her tongue like a heavy cream. Elizabeth hums, nodding as she walks over to her tray of alcohols.

You step back from her, her silence scaring you. “I take it that what I am is a deal-breaker?” she asks.

Nodding, she sighs at your response, sipping at her drink. Her eyes land on yours once again. “Ramona?” she asks in one word and you nod again, knowing what she meant right away. “What else did she tell you?”

You shake your head, there being nothing else. “Words, doll,” she says with just a fragment of authority. “Nothing. She told me nothing else,” you verbalize.

“I will not lie to you. I feel you’ve earned that. Ramona did tell you the truth. But, I no longer feed on blood to live,” Elizabeth says, stepping closer to you. You freeze, eyeing her carefully. Stepping even closer to you, she grabs your hand with her empty one and places your palm on her chest, right over where her heart would be.

There was nothing. You weren’t sure why, but there was no heartbeat. She cradles her hand over yours, her eyes studying your expression as you slowly figure it out.

You had known this place was haunted and you knew of ghosts being stuck around for eternity. Like James or Sally or even Liz. But you never guessed the woman you had been dating for seven months to be dead as well.

Quickly pulling your hand back, you stumble away from her. Your own heart pounds, your skin heating up as you feel that fear course over you again. “No. No, no it’s not true. I-It can’t be,” you stammer out nervously.

Elizabeth sips at her drink, letting you freak out on your own. “This is crazy,” you mumble to yourself. “You’re dead and we’ve been dating for months now. Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask, anger once again resurfacing.

“I loved you too much to hurt you like that. I didn’t expect to feel like this when we met,” Elizabeth excuses.

You shake your head, your eyes watering as everything clicks into place. The fact she couldn’t leave the hotel. The fact she never wanted to be photographed. The fact she always coaxed you into staying at the hotel with her.

“That wasn’t love. It was obsession, Elizabeth,” you fight back.

She frowns, an inkling of remorse showing on her face if even for a moment. “We had sex. We did all of these things and you’ve just been… dead? The whole time?” you continue, unable to truly wrap your head around the idea.

Elizabeth nods, setting her glass down on the coffee table before walking towards you again. You step back, only cornering yourself against the wall. She looks at you with those beautiful eyes of hers, reaching out and running her thumb over your cheek.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t lose you,” she says in a whisper, her hand cold against your cheek. You furrow your brows in confusion, feeling a tear streak down your face. “You just did, Elizabeth. It’s unforgivable,” you reply in the same tone as she spoke in.

Pushing her off of you, you go to walk out of the penthouse only for her to grasp your arm. “You can’t just leave. I’ve been your life for too long. Break up with me and you have nobody to go to,” Elizabeth threatens calmly.

Wiggling in her strong grasp, you try so desperately to get free. You feared she would kill you so you were trapped in the hotel with her.

“Please,” you beg weakly, your wrist hurting where she was grabbing you. Her eyes lock on yours, a subtle rage burning behind the hazel of her eyes. “One last time,” she says, her words confusing you.

“One last what?” you question, stopping your fruitless attempts to get out of her grip. Elizabeth smiles softly, her grip giving up as she steps closer to you and kisses you slowly.

Her lips work with your, her mouth tasting of polar ice mint and the whiskey she had just drunk. You reluctantly kiss back, not sure what would happen if you defied her want. Her hand runs down your side, landing on the curve of your hip.

The feeling of her lips on your made your heart ache. You’d miss this. Everything about her you’d miss. It was so wrong. She was evil and a murderer and yet you found this macabre comfort in her arms. Kissing her. Touching her.

Melting into her touch, you two fall into a steady rhythm as you always did. Her right hand on your cheek and her left on your hip, she slowly guides you away from the door and towards the couch without you even noticing.

Her hands go to remove your clothes all while still kissing. Her fingers grabbing the hem of your shirt and breaking the kiss only then to remove the fabric. Reconnecting the kiss, she pulls your pants down and sits you on the couch to remove them the rest of the way.

She sits down beside you, your lips still working passionately together. You moan into the kisses as her hand settling between your thighs.

Toying with your clit through the fabric of your panties, you feel that horrible gut-wrenching guilt rake over you. The woman you’re making out with has killed multiple people. Drank their blood, watched the life drain from their eyes. You push her off of you, suddenly disgusted by her yet again.

She looked angry.

Her eyes were darker than usual -- the hazel now looking more like a deep green than blue. Her face was expressionless but you felt the looming frustration of your rejection.

Unsatisfied with your hesitance, she leans forward and kisses you again, holding you by the back of your neck like some kind of disobedient kitten. You reluctantly kiss back, the guilt making you sick.

Her hand lands on your breast, squeezing it while pinching your nipple weakly. That previous guilt seems to vanish and you think she had brainwashed you somehow due to how quickly the shame just left.

Keeping one hand on the back of your neck, the hand on your breast slides down to your waist as she pulls you onto her lap.

You settle with your legs on either side of her thigh -- your knee pushed against her core in a sort of modified scissoring position. Your body tenses as she subtly bounces her leg so it moves against your clothed pussy.

A stifled moan escapes your lips, only to be silenced by Elizabeth’s mouth on yours. You buck your hips down into her thigh, the minimal stimulation already making you soaked.

Her lips move from your mouth down your neck and ending at your breasts. She wraps her lips around your sensitive nipple as she massages the other. You grind your hips into her thigh, the skirt of her dress having been pulled up so you can feel her soft skin on your inner thighs.

Your fingers run through her perfect hair, undoing her proper hairstyle. Your movements grow choppy and faster as your pleasure stacks up into an eventual orgasm. Elizabeth continues marking the soft flesh of your breasts with her bruises.

Moaning, you feel every muscle in your body tense up and flex as your orgasm washes over you like a wave of molasses. You throw your head back, riding out your orgasm on her smooth thigh.

You feel the wetness in your panties as you stop moving your hips. Elizabeth pulls her lips from your breasts, her hands placed firmly on your hips down.

Pulling your eyes open, you look down at Elizabeth who’s red lipstick was now smeared on her lips. And in turn, all over your chest. She reaches up and pets your hair, her hand running down your warm cheek. “Forgive me, doll,” she whispers suavely.

Your spit becomes thick at her words. You realized what you had just done. She often used sex to get her way. You knew this. And it worked every time without fail. You had become as much to blame as she was. You were pretending what she did was okay when it wasn’t.

But for some reason, you didn’t want to run away.

Instead, you nod.

Elizabeth smiles that signature innocent yet devious smile, brushing her fingers over your lips that were stained with her lipstick.

“Good girl,” she praises, moving you off of her and laying you down on the couch. You exhale deeply as her eyes fall onto your panties which happened to be light grey. A color that showed your arousal better than any other.

She smirks, running her cold, acrylic decorated fingers over your pussy. You squirm, your hips rising from the couch only to be pushed back down. She feels the wet pay off from your soaked panties, excited to pull the fabric off of you.

Slipping her fingers under the waistband of your panties, she slowly drags them down your thighs and off of your legs until she was holding the flimsy fabric on her finger. You look at your panties in her hand, embarrassed by how wet the crotch was.

“Only good dollies get this wet,” she remarks, using her favorite nickname on you. You keep your knees together -- Elizabeth now standing over you as you stay laying down.

“You know what good dollies get?” Elizabeth probes, leaning over you so your face was inches from hers. “W-What?” you ask, your voice shaking from anticipation. She smirks, her eyes scanning your pretty face. “They get the strap used on them,” she finally answers.

You smile with happiness, taking her hand as she leads you to the bed. She leans you over the edge of her high-raised bed, walking over to the dresser to grab the strap.

With your cheek resting on the bed, you watch as she strips herself naked and buckles on her strap. The dildo attached was purple and about eight inches long. It was your favorite one so she’d always use it on you but only when you earned it.

Your eyes take in her naked form. Appreciating how her breasts jiggle as she tightens the black belt of the toy around her waist. She walks over to you, running her hand down your exposed back and over the curve of your ass before slapping your ass cheek.

Inhaling sharply, she leaves your line of sight when she stands behind you. You stay bent over the bed, Elizabeth behind you as she runs her fingers through your sticky folds.

Pleased with how insanely wet you are, she slowly pushes the head of her dildo into your pussy. Teasing you by only pushing about an inch in. You squirm on the bed, wanting so badly to buck your hips back against her dildo and have it be rammed into you.

But you knew she’d tie you up and tease you if you did that.

Her hands grip your waist, holding you steady as she slowly pushes more of her strap into you. You eagerly accept it, wiggling your hips in response. She chuckles softly, loving your enthusiasm.

Slowly but surely, Elizabeth’s cock bottoms out in you. Her thighs now touching the back of yours as she stalls deep in your pussy.

You let out a low mewl, your pussy clenching around the dildo. Pulling her hips back, Elizabeth pushes back into your wet cunt with a rough thrust. You cry out, your voice cracking as a delicious shiver courses through your body.

Her fingers dig into your skin, helping keep you steady as she starts steadily thrusting into you. You grip the sheets in your hands, overwhelmed by how good you felt.

She runs one of her hands up the curve of your back, reaching around and gripping your throat in her palm. You moan, feeling her fingers dig into the sides of your throat. You push your hips back against hers, causing the tip of her dildo to jam into your g-spot.

“Stay still for me, doll,” she instructs, her words low and filled with authority. You whimper in response, your mind too clouded to verbally reply. “Words, or I stop,” she adds on. You swallow, your body shuddering as you reply. “Yes, mommy,”

She hums lowly, fucking you even harder as if being called “mommy” fueled her fire. She removes her hand from your neck, placing it on the middle of your back to keep you pinned against the bed, using her weight to keep you down.

Your wetness coats her cock, dripping out of your pussy and making a mess under you on the bed. Elizabeth flips you around so you’re now laying on your back, her eyes landing on yours that were tear-filled.

Continuing her rough thrusts, your eyes fall to her bouncing breasts, completely mesmerized by how perfect they were. She smirks, amused by your fascination. She moves her free hand down to your cunt, her fingertips rubbing your clit as she fucks you.

“You’re so wet. I’ve trained you well,” Elizabeth says, smiling proudly as your pussy makes a lewd noise. Your body shakes from the mix of her rubbing your pussy and slamming into you.

You use your hands and cover your face, embarrassed by how much your legs trembled. Elizabeth reaches down and pulls your hands from your face, placing your hands on her wonderful tits so you had something to squeeze.

She pulls you up so you’re now sitting, helping the dildo hit your sweet spot even better. Your breasts rub on her torso, somehow stimulating your nipples enough to send you over the edge and into your orgasm.

“God!” you cry out, your voice weak as a tear streams down your cheek. Elizabeth holds you with one arm, still fucking you through your powerful orgasm.

As you come down, Elizabeth slows her thrusts down to a stop. You lay back down, exhausted. She pulls her cock out of you, the purple dildo glistening in the light from your slick. “Knees, princess,” she orders.

You get off the bed and go to the floor, kneeling in front of her and wrapping your lips around her fake cock happily. Elizabeth pushes your hair from your face, giving her a full view of you. Tasting yourself on the dildo, you hum happily.

Elizabeth pulls you off of the dildo, bringing you to your feet and kissing you deeply. She pulls back first, her eyes landing heavily on yours. “Can we forget all of this? Our argument,” she asks.

And for the life of you, you couldn’t remember what this “argument” was about.

So you nod. “Yes,”

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