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her long, cigarette-scented fingers brushed against the fabric of a very stubborn, very expensive bow tie the rag-doll had helped tie around john’s neck, smoothing the edges and slipping up to gently caress the skin of his throat. the whole thing looked goddamn perfect, and just the way she liked it —- just the way she liked him, all dressed up for that night’s special gathering, wearing a black tuxedo and her wine-red, lipstick smear strategically placed below his ear.
the detective belonged to her, he was sally’s property, and she had marked him as such.
❝ there. fucking gorgeous. ❞ voice a whisper, and she tipped her head back to press another, wet kiss against the spot between his jawbone and neck. teasing, a drunken smile clinging to the corners of her mouth as she locked eyes with him.
“Shit…” he hissed under his breath as Sally’s lips found his neck, his skin flushing bright pink as he let her kiss and scratch and tease whatever she wanted. “Ca….hmm….can’t say I’ve ever done it before…” Sam replied, doing his best to hold himself together, which honestly wasn’t very well. He took as deep a breath he could, but everything was shaking as he felt precum roll down the head oh his cock and onto Sally’s warm, slender, fingers, which he was sure was exactly her intention. He almost felt a bit silly as he realized how easily he melted into her hands, how easily she made him want to follow every single one of her little whims…but as he glanced down to watch her work him like malleable clay in her hands he knew he didn’t care. He already knew this was going to be well worth it. Still, he knew if he made it this easy for her that he’d never hear the end of it from her, and he just couldn’t have that. It was time to show her that she wasn’t the only one that could call the shots.
She was so small, he had no trouble picking her up and pushing her roughly against the wall. “I won’t be selfish,” Sam teased, moving his hands to lift up Sally’s legs and spread her wider as he held her up against the wall, his stomach pressed hard against hers. “I’ll share some of the marks, maybe bruises, with ya, show just how much of a gentleman I can be. In fact…” He paused, lowering Sally back down onto the ground so he could pull up her skirt, to reveal her underwear. He slipped his hand down, brushing Sally’s hand away from her cock, if only for a moment, so he could more easily trace his fingers between her legs, teasing more wetness to soak the silky material that separated her from him. “What kinda guy would I be if I didn’t take you out to eat first?”
It didn’t last as much as she would have wanted it to, the pleasure of having her back scraped by cold bricks as their chests met into a tight squeeze. One against the other, Sally’s breath as heavy and uneven as it could get. But then she was dropped back down on her feet, given just enough time to find the warm flaps of his coat and grip them both with shaky hands —— shaky for it was the junkie’s turn at being teased out of her goddamn mind. Blonde head rolled on top of her shoulders, barely missing the wall against which she stood, supported by his hand that had ( somehow ) found its own way between her thighs. And she moaned, purred and sighed, eyes falling shut to let herself feel every wiggling inch of Sam’s fingers against her underwear. Shit.
“Is that an invitation?” Pearled with little drops of sweat, Sally’s forehead fell against his chest and stayed there, hands darting out to reclaim their territory. Gentle strokes combined with quick pumps around his dick, just the thing to break him like he had done with her. For the first time in her life, it wouldn’t be Sally the one to drop down on both knees and get a mouth full of him. “But it ain’t ladies first, honey, that’s not how shit works.” Sweet words came out muffled by his clothes she ached to get rid of, the woman’s free hand snaking between their bodies to grab a tight hold of his wrist and force his hand to move at a steadier pace; faster and deeper inside her panties. “Don’t you make me wait.”
💉 This is a selective and private blog, which means I'll be picky with who I interact with. Having too many threads will get on my nerves, it's happened before and I'm not a big fan of dropping good stories.
💉 This blog is highly NSFW.
💉 I don't like being pressured for replies. Give me a week and then feel free to come at me and ask if I have our thread saved in my drafts. Chances are I do.
💉 All icons, promos and graphics are made by me (unless stated otherwise).
Un/Following
💉 If I hit the follow button, then it means I'm 100% interested in writing with you.
💉 I will not follow you if there are no rules/about page (OC's only) on your blog, our styles don't go well together or I can't see our muses interacting. It's nothing personal, but I do like keeping my dash clean.
💉 Blogs with little to no writing or that have been inactive for more than three weeks will be unfollowed, unless there's a hiatus notice.
SHIPPING
💉 This is a multi-ship blog, the mun will not engage in sexual situations with minors but also doesn't mind fading to black.
💉 I ship my muse with chemistry. However, if you think our characters go well together and would like to try a ship, please let me know and we can discuss it. I'm a shipping piece of trash so chances are I will love it.
💉 If you're familiar with my muse, then there's no point in telling you how relationships will go... But if you're not, keep in mind that Sally will be clingy and she will be needy, jealous, violent and possessive too. Don't try to change that because it will not happen.
INTERACTIONS
💉 If we're mutuals, feel free to send me memes, like starter calls and reply to open starters. My ask box is always open and you can contact me through IM's if you ever feel like plotting. You also have the right to ask for my Skype username.
💉 I don't mind having multiple threads with the same muse! Specially if it's a ship and helps develop their relationship.
💉 If we're not mutuals, you can still send me memes but you're not allowed to turn them into a thread.
💉 I will not roleplay with anons. It makes me uncomfortable so please, respect that.
EXCLUSIVES
💉 I love having exclusives, this means I will only interact with your version of the muse you play and vice versa (there may be a few exceptions).
💉 You can find my list of updated exclusives and mains on my navigation link.
TRIGGERS
💉 This is American Horror Story, 18+ content will be present in threads and posts. Keep that in mind before following.
💉 The only two triggers that will be tagged are NSFW and tw: gore. In other words, sex and graphic torture (this doesn't include a few droplets of blood). If there's something you'd like to see tagged, please let me know and I will.
MEMES
💉 Not all memes will be answered, it depends on the muse and content of said meme. It can also take me a while to reply to them, threads come first.
💉 If you want to turn a meme into a thread, please make a new post for it.
💉 While I do not believe that you have to send me a meme every time you reblog one from me, if you're going to share or like more than three it'd be nice to get one in return. My blog is not a meme source.
PERSONAL BLOGS
💉 As a personal (non-rp blog), you're allowed to:
- Follow me.
- Like threads, ooc posts, reblogs and share promos.
- Ask me questions about my muse and threads. They'll be answered out of character, meaning I won't let Sally interact with you.
- Talk to me through IM's.
💉 But you're not allowed to:
- Reblog my threads, headcanons and ooc posts.
- Try to roleplay with me. All memes and questions directed to the muse will be ignored.
- Ask me to write fanfics for you, specially if it involves smut.
💉 If you like threads very often and my roleplay partner complains about it, I'm in my right to message you and ask you to stop. If you reblog something you're not supposed to and refuse to stop, I will block you.
ABOUT THE MUN
💉 You can call me Lovett, Mayte, dude... Whatever floats your boat; just be respectful xD I'm 22 years old and live in Mexico.
💉 English isn't my first language. I do try my best not to make any mistakes but I'm human, please don't make me feel bad for it.
💉 You can refer to me as she/her.
💉 Writing is my biggest passion and I like getting to know my partners. If you come into my messages and just throw something random at me, you can be sure it won't bother me one bit.
💉 The mun suffers from severe anxiety that can be sometimes triggered by feeling like I have a lot to do and write. If I drop our thread or take forever to reply, please don't hate on me or assume I don't like you.
And I think that's it! Thank you for reading my rules and if you feel like it, send me an "I LOVE YOU, SALLY."
Los Angeles, California. Days after Nick Harley and Tina Black’s passing, Sally McKenna quits life and becomes a permanent resident at the Hotel Cortez. Though her heart is still pumping blood and she is free to leave at any time, the place where her beloved friends expired now keeps a tight hold around her. Sally can’t bear the thought of leaving, something about those dark halls and stained carpets help her keep all that sorrow at bay.
Weeks pass and the lonely woman can barely remember her own name; how she does it to move from one floor to another without collapsing under the effects of massive amounts of heroin polluting her blood, no one knows. Sally is broken, lost… Those who live around her notice her presence but keep their help to themselves, no one wants to mess with a fucked up junkie.
The newest gossip spreads like a plague inside the walls of the Cortez: a young couple found Sally McKenna passed out on their bed and help is on its way. Drug overdose, that’s what the paramedics write on the dying woman’s chart. Ten minutes later, Sally is being rushed into the emergency room but there’s nothing that can be done, except for waiting. The tube allowing her to breathe won’t be removed any time soon, doctors know her name but there’s no one they can call… The hotel’s junkie is now in a coma and things aren’t looking great for her.
Despite her body being confined to a bed, Sally’s dreams run wild. There is a Hatter and singing roses, a ruthless Queen of Hearts and talking horses… A land with no pain nor sorrow lies before her eyes and the asleep woman is now free to explore and get lost in her own imagination, the dark days from her past nothing but a black cloud that’s been left behind for good… Even though Wonderland is her mind’s home now, Sally will soon learn it’ll take more than friends and marvelous creatures to help her forget the horrors of being the junkie no one likes.
