Never Trust The Living

Poppy Hill

A screaming Meemie

Eleanor “Nell, Nellie” Crain

I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. That's all. The rest is confetti.

Luke Crain

I was born 90 seconds before Nell, but she was always my big sister.

Theodora “Theo” Crain

Don't fucking touch. I have enough of my own grief. I don't need yours too.

Shirley “Shirl” Crain

Nellie’s in the Red Room

Steven “Steve” Crain

I've seen a lot of ghosts. Just not the way you think. A ghost can be a lot of things. A memory, a daydream, a secret. Grief, anger, guilt. But, in my experience, most times they're just what we want to see. Most times, a ghost is a wish.

Dr Gregory House aesthetic

Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?

Gregory House x reader aesthetic

It's been two years since I let you go, I couldn't listen to a joke or rock 'n' roll. Muscle cars drove a truck right through my heart

On my birthday you sang me A Heart of Gold with a guitar humming and no clothes. This time I'm not leaving without you, oh, oh, oh, oh

John Lowe

American Horror Story : Hotel

Real criminals never pay.

Kayce & Jamie Dutton aesthetic

Don't waste your tears on me tonight. We were born and raised in black and white. I chose the dark, you chased the light

We were born and raised in black and white. We were born and raised in black and white

The wind blows hard across the Texas plains. Makes some people go insane, while others quietly pray for rain

Jamie Dutton aesthetic

I am a midwest farmer, I make a livin' off the land. I ride a John Deere tractor, I'm a liberated man. But the rain, it hasn't fallen Since the middle of July

And if it don't come soon, my crops will die, the bankman says he likes me, but there's nothin' he can do.He tells me that he's comin', but the clouds are comin' too

He ain't my friend and I'll ride again

Kayce Dutton aesthetic

I'm gonna steal me a silver stallion, With not a mark upon his silky hide. Teach me he can trust me like a brother,

One day we'll saddle up and ride. And we're gonna ride, We're gonna ride Ride like the one eyed jack of diamonds with the devil close behind

We're gonna ride

Sierra Six x Reader *smut*

“Are we ready to begin?”

His voice, deep and strong, reverberated off the walls and echoed into my mind. My legs shook from my nerves, anxiety through the roof at this point. He was dressed in a simple black shirt with a relaxed fit grey suit jacket and grey dress pants. A downright daddy, perfect for the part I guess.

I softly nod my head yes. This is an awkward situation I’ve gotten myself into and now I don’t even know how the hell to get out of here. He raises his eyebrow at me like I’m supposed to guess what’s up. “Words, use your words.”

Fuck. Fuck. “Yes I’m ready to begin.” My voice is quiet and I’m scared you can hear the tremble in it. He doesn’t seem to pick up on it, which I’m thankful for. “Why don’t we start off with something simple, I would like you to sit on this pillow beside me. Then you’re going to pass me the remote for the TV okay.”

At first I am shook, what the hell! Am I a slave? I don’t know but I also sort of enjoy it. I slink over as sensually as I can and plop down on my knees. “Being a sub, means always thinking about what could benefit or make your dom happy.” He speaks these words to me calmly, like this is an everyday sort of conversation. I feel my face on fire as I hand him then remote, my ears burn and I’ve never been happier to not be able to see myself. Thinking back to his words I proportion myself so that when he looks down at me he’ll get a great view of my tits. He gently grabs my chin all of a sudden causing a short breathy moan to fall from my lips.

“Perfect. See you’re a natural, you just need a little help getting there.” He is pulling my head into his lap, I try my hardest not to get as close to his cock as I want to. This meeting isn’t supposed to have any sexual contact in it, however I find myself craving it. I want to make him feel as good as he wants, I want him to order me around. His dick is pressed against the fly of his dress pants, I will not touch it unless I’m told to though. A sudden groan drags me out of my daze, causing me to realize I’ve been heart-eyeing his crotch the whole time. “Mmm baby girl you’re staring at my cock like it’s candy. I know we’re not supposed to be doing sexual contact until a few more meeting but would you like to have your first fully controlled blowjob?”

My small gasp is all the confirmation he needs however he waits until words seal the deal. “Oh god, yes Sir I would love to!” Ugh I’m desperate, but I can’t help it. My hands shake with nerves and fear of fucking up as he sets my head in his lap and goes to work with his pants.

It’s beautiful, red and raw. Just waiting to be loved by someone other than his hand. He takes hold of my head by using my hair, I moan with need for him at this. He pulls me to his cock and his warmth fills my mouth, as quick as it went in it was gone. Closing my eyes I let myself fall into the feeling of being degraded. He was rubbing his cock around on my face, tapping my cheeks and forehead with his thickness. To make it even more disgustingly hot, his cock had a sheen of my drool on it, smearing my face. “Why don’t you take off your shirt and bra?” I sighed at the loss of contact but did as I was told. He tells me he loves my perky breasts as he shovelled his manhood back into my mouth. Praises fell from his lips as I ate him, he told me that I was a good sub, a good girl, we were going to have so much fun together. I didn’t even pay attention to my own wetness, just focused on sucking, licking and rubbing his dick all up. He let me get messy and I let him tell me to. I had spit dripping down my chin, saliva and pre cum smeared on my cheeks and here I was rubbing his dick in between and all over my tits. They were completely soaked and oiled up from my spit and pre cum. He called me his good dirty whore while I did this and I mewled. He ended finally by calling me daddy’s filthy little girl and came right on my tongue. I swallowed some and then let the rest drip down onto, what are now, daddy’s breasts. He grabbed me by the hair and had me rest my head face to face with his soft red cock and we watched TV. I honestly wasn’t paying attention, I was thinking about how hopefully next time my daddy would pound my little pussy and make it his.

James Patrick March

I’m dead, dear. Not stupid.