sarah paulson one shots

Lana x Reader

TW: not much, just some angst and fluff, a little bit of dirty thoughts but that's it
(This is Lana in present day, like 2021, but she has the exact same past as she does in asylum)
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It was her. She clouded my mind everyday. I'd dream about her touch, longing for the heat of our bodies to be together. I'd imagine what her lips would feel like against mine. How her hands would feel in my hair. She consumed my thoughts, every second, of everyday.

But Lana would never be mine. She was a famous author, known for her best seller "Manic: One Woman's Story of Survival", while I was just a stupid assistant. I did, however, get to spend days with her, have personal conversations, go to lunch, and even sometimes got to travel with Lana on her book tours. But i still wanted much more. I wanted to be hers.

"Hey, Y/N. How was you weekend?", she asked in her usual bright and cheery tone. "I'm doing fine, you?". "Honey", she said as she walked towards where i was standing, "You don't sound fine. You sure your alright?", she said placing her hand on my thigh. Her touch sent tingles through my body, causing goosebumps to bloom and make me shiver. Of course i chose to wear a dress today, so the bumps on my skin didn't go unnoticed by Lana.      "Y-Yes I'm sure. I'm just f-fine", my clit was a throbbing mess, causing me to stumble over my words.

She noticed, of course, and inched her hand closer and closer to my core. "Well if you say so", is all Lana says before taking her her hand away completely. A small whimper escaped my throat, missing the closeness i just had with her. Lana turned her head at the small noise, causing my cheeks to turn a bright red. "Don't be embarrassed sweet girl. I like it when you make those little noises for me", she said with a smirk before walking back over to me and crashing our lips together.

Her lips tasted of vanilla and honey. She swiped her tongue against my bottom lip, asking for access which i happily granted. Her wet tongue explored every inch of my mouth causing me to moan in response. Lana's hands travelled to the back of my head, tangling in my hair, while mine were rested on her hips. The need for air became unbearable and we both, sadly, had to pull away. Lana looked at me as she caught her breath.

Her brown orbs glistening in the sunlight beaming through the office window. She started to smile at me staring for so long. "Baby, you have my lipstick all over your mouth", she giggled. "Well why don't you come clean up your mess, Miss Lana Banana", I smirked and she began to inch closer to me, hand falling to the hem of my dress.

a/n: hello all you gays. i just want to put it out there that i CAN NOT write lana smut. idk why or what caused this but i can't. BUUTTTTT someone special wanted a lana x reader so i decided just to do fluff and whatever. i also am feeling quite motivated rn so i might post A LOT of stories from my english binder rn so soooo sorry for the spam. also she wanted a sneak peek but she's sleeping (BOOOOO) so i'm gonna post it to surprise her or wtv😏(edited:yeaaaaa, i love you🙄)
-L💜