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calummss · 6 months

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Kai Anderson Headcanon: being his girlfriend ‘sent by god’ and slowly manipulating him

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you joined the cult shortly after you met kai at a coffee shop

he came to you hoping he could pitch his ideas to help him be elected

he was instantly attracted to you and didn’t feel the normal kind of resentment he had for women

you gave him your phone number and went on a few dates before kai opened up to you about starting a cult (very indirectly but you caught on)

you were fascinated by this and asked him to show you (stroked his ego real good)

you saw the meetings and kai even got you a custom clown costume you could wear to watch the killings

when you witnessed your first murder and told him it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, kai could’ve gotten down on one knee that second

proposing to you in a clown costume, covered in blood with a dead body next to you? you couldn’t have been more perfect to him

so when you officially join the ‘cult’ you realised that in order to further gain kai’s trust, you had to earn it. do something really fucked up as you saw him kill immediate members that had been with him for a long time

so you started to brief him on stuff he should do in order to get elected; lied about gary being a spy and pretend to drink a small dose of cyanide to prove your loyalty to him (it was baby power) not tasty but it worked

kai once again stared at you with heart eyes

winter could tell what you were doing but it didn’t matter anymore

you blindsided kai to the point you could make any claim and he’d believe you; you could tell him to kill x person and he would. bc you would’ve died for him

he thinks it was the greatest act of loyalty he’s ever been shown

slowly you start to lead the cult through your puppet, kai. he’s unaware of it like a cute dog

but some can sense it. but they don’t get far cause you have them killed

kai treats you like royaly and every every birthday he kills the amount of the people that age you turn. reminding you of when you first fell in love

and when kai shaved his head he looked sexier than ever. you give him head, fuck him in every corner of the house and provide evidence for a bug device. manipulation through sex—a womens best weapon

all in all kai worships you, not realising what’s happening bc his delusions comfort him by saying that you were sent by god himself

bonus: he loves fucking you with you on top. it reinforces the sent-by-god belief when he looks up at you. bouncing on his cock. he could literally just think about it and come

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delic7te · 1 year

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tate langdon x reader drabble

cw: SMUT, overstimulation [wanted to write smut for a long time now but i'm too tired to write the whole scenario so here's a drabble lol]

the sound of tate's loud whimpers filled the whole house, your hands driving him utterly insane as he was about to finish for the ninth time.

"f-fuck... it hurts!" he whines, a layer of tears covering his vision, his whole body shaking.

your tongue teased his burning red and angry tip all over again, his dick hardening even more from your touch, veins popping and visible. "shh, sweetie." you cooed, pressing soft kisses up his shaft which squeezed out more moans from his mouth, his hips desperately bucking up.

"you interrupted my studying because you were too horny to zip it. i'm just giving you what you wanted, baby" you innocently stared up at him from below, him sitting on the bed while you kneeled infront of him.

all of a sudden, the soft kisses were now gone as your hand started pumping him mercilessly. tate gasps, completely not expecting that.

a scream erupts from his throat, cursing and shaking, his vision blurry and hazy from all of the pleasure. he was a fucking mess right now, naked and crying because of everything you were giving him, surely more than he can take.

"oh sh..shit!! y/n!!" he whines again, an almost invisible tear escaping his eyes and he loved it.

your hand slowed down, causing him to cry out and thrust up helplessly. a smirk formed on your lips. "you can take it, it's okay."

#evan peters smut #evan peters x reader #ahs imagines #ahs smut #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon #tate langdon smut

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am3ricanh0rrorwh0re · 23 days

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Living Dead Boy ☆

franken!kyle spencer x witch fem!reader

summary: you’re taking care of a primal frat boy you reanimated

warnings: nsfw, oral (male receiving), rough sex

You thought you were safe for the night. Away from Kyle Spencer, the now primal frat boy you reanimated out of pure infatuation after you hit it off with him at a party. You rebuilt him with your bitchy friend-enemy hybrid and fellow witch, Madison Montgomery, who was also the reason for Kyle and his frat bro’s deaths. She convinced you to find parts from each frat boy and stitch them all together, Kyle’s head at the top. Since all the boys were in pieces, it wasn’t a difficult task finding the perfect “boy parts”. Of course Madison got to pick the largest, thickest dick there, which you weren’t even sure was Kyle’s. Ever since you brought him back to life, he was like a caveman. He could barely form sentences and communicated in mostly grunts.

You through you’d put him to sleep with your lullabies. That was, until, he came into your room. He sat on your bed, staring you down uncomfortably. You sigh, giving him a smile as you ruffle his hair.

“What is it, Ky? I’m exhausted,” You coo, smiling at him. Kyle shifts uncomfortably, his hands playing with his pants.

“Hurts…help…Kyle…” He grunts softly. You cock your head slightly, a mix of confusion and worry painted across your face. The face that Kyle thought was gorgeous, even in his primal state.

“What?” You asked confused. “What hurts, Kyle?” You asked gently, cupping one of his scarred cheeks. He grabs your wrist tightly, making you gasp softly. He pulls your willingly-guided hand down to his bulging crotch.

“Here..” Kyle whimpers softly, leaving your hand on his crotch. “Help…Y/n…help..Kyle. please?”

You sigh reluctantly. Once you try to pull your hand away, he puts it right back on that one spot on his pajama pants. You feel his cock throbbing against the fabric, against your hand. “Are you sure?”

Kyle nods, pulling his pajama pants and boxers down. He rips them off his legs with all his strength as his cock springs out, slapping against his stomach. His dick is flushed and throbbing, covered in pre-cum. He wraps your hands around his cock, whimpering softly.

“N-Need…you…Kyle like…you..” He whined, trying to move your hands. You shook his hand off and started pumping his cock yourself. It was big in your hands, wet and big. Kyle whines on occasion when you stroke a good vein in his dick. He grabbed your shirt, prying it off of you.

“Ky-“ You start as his hands wrap around your back. He unclasps your bra like a pro, which was slightly concerning since he barely knew anything. He threw your bra off, revealing your tits to him. His eyes went wide before he grabbed your hands. You gasped softly as he pushed your hands to your breasts.

Kyle grabbed the sides of your head, pushing you down to his dick. “Go…down-!” Kyle yelled, pushing your head down. You whimpered slightly, moving your hands from your tits to his forearms. you hated pushing him away, but sometimes you had to.

“Kyle, stop!” You cried. You grabbed his wrists and kissed his cheek quickly. “Don’t force me. I’ll go at my own time,” You say softly but firmly.

“S-Sorry…don’t wanna hurt..you. Love Y/n…” Kyle says apologetically. You nod, stroking his hair.

“I know, Ky.” You smile. You put your hands on his thighs, lowering your mouth over his cock.

Your cheeks hollow as you suck on his cock, milking his cum from his flushed tip. Your tongue swirls around his cock, making him groan. Kyle bucked his hips, forcing his cock deeper into your mouth. You run your hands over his thighs, making him whimper.

“Good…feels good…” Kyle whined, cupping your sunken cheeks. He pulled and pushed on your head, controlling how you sucked him off. He let go quickly, grabbing the sheets of your bed. His fingers dug into the silk sheets of your bed. You felt him release into your mouth, so you pulled away, strings of hot cum connecting from your mouth to his dick. You smiled at him as you wiped your mouth. Kyle pulled his pants back up, grunting softly.

Kyle grabbed the sides of your face softly, pulling you into a soft tender kiss. As he kissed you, he wrapped his arms around your back, bringing you into his lap softly. He pulled away, playing with your hair softly.

“Love…Y/n..” He said softly, kissing the top of your head softly.

#kyle spencer #kyle spencer imagines #kyle spencer oneshots #ahs oneshots #ahs imagines #ahs coven #franken!kyle spencer #kyle spencer x y/n #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer x you #franken!kyle x reader #franken! kyle spencer x witch fem!reader

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marchsfreakshow · 3 months

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Oh, The Sleeping Beauty {Dandy Mott}

SMUT.

To Dandy, you were a sleeping beauty. But he felt lonely in the night and needed you desperately.

Urm holy fuck I started writing this as a silly lil drabble but oops it became a whole fic. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Warnings!; oral (F recieve), pnv, small bit of body worship, crud smut writing, bare bones plot.

18+! MINORS DNI - READ MY SFW WORKS

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Fuck you were perfect. You were perfect when you slept. Your chest, your delicate face. Your hands, placed anywhere and everywhere. The soft little groans that escaped you as you adjusted your unconscious self in bed. It was perfect. Always perfect.

Dandy stayed up nearly all night watching you sleep. Gently tracing your face, the shape of your eyes, nose, mouth, where your spots were, where the 'imperfections' were. It was all his in his mind. His girl forever. Nothing would feel better to him than feeling if you were having a wet dream or not. His fingers flowed down to your legs and gently gripped one of your thighs. The light touches to your body made you stir a bit, and he almost jumped back when you shuffled around under the sheets. Your sleepy mumbles went unnoticed, and Dandy just laid there, watching and watching.

"Mine." He whispered, holding onto your waist, and refraining from taking his trousers off and jerking off to your beautiful, sleeping face. Your eyes fluttered open slightly, and your eyelids felt heavy. His face was right in front of yours, smiling. You smiled back, resting your hand on his arm that was on your waist. He never wanted you to waste your words.

But now you were awake, he couldn't touch you. Not without permission. He never wanted to hurt his princess by accident. All Dandy wanted was to reach under your nightgown and feel you. He wanted to know what dreams you had, how many of them were of him, and if he had to kill someone. "Dandy.?" You quietly asked. His attention snapped back to your face, after looking over your ridden up night-wear. Dangerous thoughts had come over him, and he wanted you to say 'Ravish me Dandy. Take all of me.' but he knew he had to wait.

Waiting hurt. Night after night, after you had gotten into bed, he sat himself in an empty room. He said fuck it and jerked off. In the darkness of a room, the thoughts of your moans and screams made him whimper and groan to himself. The grip you could have on his arms, and how you instinctively wrapped around him. Inside and out. He wanted to hear you scream out his name when he left bruises on your neck, legs, and torso. He was an addict. Addicted to your scent, and making your perfect skin damaged only by him.

Dandy's thoughts about you were distracted when you pulled him towards you in the bed and kissed him softly. Your soft kisses could make him cum right then and there. Gentle skin and lips pressed against his. Feeling you lose control of where your hands are moving. Your bodies were pressed together, the only thing stopping your contact was your pyjamas. Dandy ended the kiss quick, immediately moving to take your nightgown off. Your body in the darkness was like heaven. He knew your body so well and could touch every spot perfectly in the pitch black. You felt your thighs get risen up, as they were held in place on Dandy's shoulders.

The silence was shaken when Dandy pressed his tongue to your warm clit. It elicited a long moan from you, and Dandy couldn't help but buck his hips into the mattress, wanting friction on his cock. Every single move he took while eating you out, it drove him insane. Your taste, your warmth, your everything. The way your legs shook when you were close. As skilled as he was with his hands, he was even more skilled with his mouth. Fingers and tongue replaced each other when he moved from your clit to inside you. Your heavy eyelids fell and scrunched up when you screamed his name. Dandy revelled in hearing your name when he tasted your cum. It was like candy to him.

"You're perfect." The man whispered, staring into your soul from where his head lay. The warmth was felt on your face by your fingertips unconsciously. He was a god at making you blush and never stopped. Dandy never let go of your thighs, even after making you come. He gripped them, hard, and left small trails of kisses and bite marks on them. Even if they were on your inner thighs, he needed proof on your body that you were his.

The destruction of his precious doll had begun now.

But no matter what he did to you, Dandy still thought you were a perfect, precious, pretty toy for him. "Dandy..." You whispered, beckoning him in the night. Kisses were quickly exchanged again, you could taste yourself still on his tongue. Making you know how tasty you were to Dandy was important to him. He could have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner if it was possible. But it was your turn. Your prince was still wearing his pyjamas, and you felt exposed being the only naked one under the sheets. The buttons were almost broken when you both pulled and ripped Dandy's clothes off him. Even in the musk of the night, you could see him. You traced his torso whilst straddling him. Feeling him all the way down to his pelvis made you chuckle quietly.

Your pussy was sensitive still after being touched and tasted the way it was, and his dick just moving naturally against you always earned another moan from you. It must've been 3am, and lord you were about to wake up the whole house. Even if it was Gloria and Dora who were asleep. Dandy never failed to make you lose your mind, stretching you out always, filling you up to the brim, nearing tears every time he thrust himself upwards in you. That's exactly what he did. You find your own entrance and sink down, feeling yourself get full. "Fuck." You whispered, laying your hands on Dandy's shoulders. The way he almost always hit your cervix could have killed you every single time.

His rhythm started and was quickened whenever you let out a moan that was a little louder than the others. The man under you grinned when it happened and felt proud. He held your waist like a trophy as you bounced on him. His constant trophy was distracted when a gasp of pleasure bubbled in his throat. Slamming yourself down on him occasionally made him whimper and get closer to coming and warming you up. Soon enough you were screaming out for Dandy, leaving faint claw marks on his arms and shoulders.

Dandy came as fast as he blinked, but kept his hold on you, wanting you to stay sitting in him. Neither you felt like moving, but you did roll yourself off of Dandy slowly, immediately cuddling onto his side and catching your breath. It was still dark out, and you just felt like falling back asleep. And you did so very quickly. Your chest's normal rise and fall came back, while Dandy watched you in awe. When you fell asleep, Dandy attempted to get up out of the bed quietly so, as to not wake you. He rummaged through your pitch-black room, picking up a random piece of cloth, whether it was clothing or not, and turning back to your sleeping self. Your legs were once again opened, and you stirred slightly with every touch of the clothing item onto your inner thighs. Both of your releases stuck to you, and you seemed to forget already.

Silence came back once Dandy cleaned you up, leaving you to sleep peacefully. He went back to staring at you, watching you sleep. It made him happy, knowing you were satisfied, and his forever.

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Taglist: @babygorewhore @slvt4jamesmarch @taintandviolent @tatelangdonsweater

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fear-is-truth · 6 months

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‘𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑰’𝑴 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑱𝑨𝒁𝒁 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹, 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼’𝑹𝑬 𝑴𝒀 𝑪𝑼𝑳𝑻 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 — kai anderson

✧. headcanon tags: fem! reader. mention of murder. ꒰ dating kai anderson headcanons ꒱ ⨾

kai enjoys reading in his free time, (when he’s not plotting world domination)

his favourites are by machiavelli, tolstoy, nietzsche and shakespeare. he often quotes them in fucked up situations.

“good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”

like when he tortured RJ with a nail gun, he quoted hamlet. that part killed me.)

so he expects you to read too so he can carry an intelligent conversation with you. quality time, like a two-person book club.

after all, the future mother of his messiah baby can’t be an ‘uneducated hoe’.

you should be grateful that at least he doesn’t demand you to hand in a five-page book report every week (yet).

super possessive and gets jealous very easily. if a cult member dared to look in your direction, well, too bad for them.

kai is very creative when it comes to punishments. in the cruelest, most horrific ways imaginable.

tolerant of pda. in public, he allows you to hold onto his arm. don’t expect him to reciprocate though, he doesn’t want to be regarded as a simp.

if he catches other men checking you out, he’ll put an arm around your waist or squeeze your ass in a possessive way. glaring daggers to remind those bastards that he owns you.

at home, he displays affection in the most subtle of ways: a hand on the small of your back, his chin resting on your shoulder as he inspects whatever food you’re cooking for him.

while watching cult documentaries together on the couch, his arms casually resting on the backrest, hand grazing against your shoulder.

idly playing with a strand of your hair during commercials.

you have each other’s initials tattooed on the inner side of your pinky fingers.

he took you to his dead parents’ bedroom and introduced you to his mother.

he lets you help dyeing/cutting his hair. only you and winter are allowed with that special‘privilege’.

dates with him always feel like they’re completely random and impromptu.

(that’s what he wants you to think. what would his followers think if they found out the divine ruler spends time planning out dates for his girlfriend?)

“get dressed. we’re leaving in five minutes.” is code for “i’m taking you out on a date but don’t you dare make a big deal out of it.”

if he gives you ten or fifteen minutes to prepare, it means he’s taking you somewhere upscale so you better look nice.

his eyes always give that slight flicker of approval when he sees you wearing that dress he loves seeing you in.

(already imagining that dress on the bedroom floor.)

“do i look okay in this dress?”

“i’d fuck you in it,”

“…”

kai is good at reading people, pinpointing their weaknesses and using them to his advantage. though with you, it's done in a less malicious manner. don’t get me wrong, he’s still controlling as hell, but it's his twisted way of showing care for you.

he remembers everything that you’ve ever told him about yourself. literally everything.

even though he generally appears to be disinterested or zoned out when you’re talking, he’s silently cataloging every piece of information about you in his head. for later use.

he plays dumb. pretends to know little about you, in hopes to extract more info.

but then he accidentally let slip the fact that remembers the name of your bitchy grade school teacher, whom you once mentioned ages ago.

“ugh, that old lady in the checkout line reminded me of-”

“your 3rd grade bitch teacher. mrs davenport.”

“Well yeah.. wait, how’d you even know-”

and he’s staring back at you with a blank expression like: ‘duh. you told me, stupid.’

winter is your number-one shipper.

you always manage to bring out the old kai. the brother she grew up with : sweet, awkward, and funny. those were fleeting moments, but better than nothing.

and she’s grateful that someone can actually put up with her screwed-up brother, so she’s constantly in dread that one day he’ll push too far and you’ll leave.

winter knows that kai cares a great deal about you, more than he’s ever willing to admit.

during fights, he can’t bring himself to yell at you for too long when you’re crying.

he’s witnessed the way his shitbag father had treated his mother. so he just stands there, jaw clenched, fists balled as he tries to control himself.

most of the time, he leaves the room quickly, for the both of you to calm down. which is probably for best.

on rare occasions, when winter is absolutely livid at his assholery and the way he treated you, he finally realises that he had went too far, so he comes looking for you, feeling a bit.. guilty.

when he sees your tear-stained face, he sighs, mumbles something like:

“ugh.. can’t believe you’re still crying.. c’mere.”

then he outstretches his arms to you, kiss the top of your head and holds tightly to you, as you sniffle into his chest.

that is when you know that he is truly sorry without saying the actual words.

that small gesture is the kai anderson equivalent of begging on his knees for your forgiveness.

it’s just that his ego won’t allow him to apologize like a normal person. so he makes up by being sweeter to you the rest of the day.

because if there’s anything that scares him more than bruising his ego, it’s the possibility of losing you.

#american horror story #kai anderson #kai anderson x y/n #kai anderson x reader #ahs cult #ahs #ahs fandom #kai anderson headcanons #kai anderson x you #ahs fanfic #Kai Anderson imagines #ahs imagines

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rottenimagines · 1 year

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SCARS

Summary: What is the part of you that humiliates you the most?

(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise x.)

‘‘Take off your dress.’’

‘‘ ...what?!’’

‘‘You won’t get a second chance, Y/N.’’

‘‘Please…’’ you beg as a powerful wave of terrible memories arises in your mind, making you feel sick.

(Take off all of your clothes)

‘‘Part of your cooperation includes a physical examination,’’ Mr. Langdon says and you nod in response immediately, too scared to go against him on this.

He stands behind you and unzips the back of your gray dress, slowly. You just close your eyes wishing the earth would swallow you. The dress falls to the floor leaving you just in your underwear.

There are scratches and deep scars all over your back. Mr. Langdon runs his fingers through your injured skin.

‘‘Who?’’ he asks, hoarsely.

‘‘My stepfather.’’

He hesitates for a few seconds before speaking again.

‘‘And... did he get what his deserved?’’

‘‘I set him on fire with the same alcohol he spilled out in his sleep,’’ you spit with pure hatred in your voice.

‘‘Good’’, he says behind you.

.....

...

‘‘... Have I passed the test, Mr. Langdon? C-can I put my dress back on?’’

He stands in front of you with a creepy smirk drawns in his face.

‘‘You’ve been a survivor all your life, why would it be different now?’’

‘‘Thank you.’’

#ahs #american horror story #ahs x reader #ahs fic #ahs imagines #ahs imagine #ahs apocalypse #ahs apocalypse imagine #michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon imagine #cody fern

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 5 months

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I. LOVE. your. Writing. Which is why I’m so glad you write for Evan Peters characters because my Evan phase has comeback full force. So if you’re motivated-

Tate Langdon x male reader who thinks Tate looks pretty when he cries. Honestly I can’t decide if angsty reader should be mean/manipulative towards him just to see him cry, or if Tate would be upset about something like his mom/violet did something and reader kisses his tears away and comforts him… So, whatever genre you feel like writing for🥲

“are you mad at me? i- i don’t know what i did, but whatever it is, i’m sorry,” tate said, sniffling softly as he stood in the doorway to your room.

it took everything you had to bite back the smile that threatened to grow on your face. there was this sick, sadistic pleasure you got from watching your boyfriend cry, especially when you were the reason behind his tears.

you sat up on your bed and looked over at him, opening your arms towards him to offer him comfort. tate walked over, his eyes red and puffy with tears streaming down his face, and he sat down beside you, burying himself in your embrace. you held him tightly and kissed the top of his head, trying to soothe the tears you had caused.

“of course i’m not mad at you, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. it’s probably just all in your head, my love. okay? i could never be mad at you, you know that, don’t you?” you voice was soft, trying to calm him down as he sobbed in your embrace.

this had almost become a routine between the two of you by now. you would ignore him for a while, using his low self esteem and tendency to overthink against him, making him doubt how you felt towards him and to always assume you were upset. he would come to you crying, and you would open your arms to him and offer him comfort, manipulating him into thinking that all of his hurt was a figment of his imagination, and that you hadn’t been acting any differently towards him at all.

tate was so in love with you that he found himself believing you. no matter how many times you made him cry or how many times you manipulated him for your own twisted desires, he would always come crawling back to you for even the slightest promise of love and comfort that you offered him.

“don’t cry, my love. you’re alright. everything is just fine,” you whispered, kissing his cheek and holding him tighter, smiling when you felt him melt into your embrace.

he was nothing but your little toy. and he was too infatuated with you to even notice.

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ahsxual · 4 months

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NSFW ALPHABET - KAI ANDERSON

Genre: Smut

Warnings: death and Kai himself, that's a warning ladies and gentleman

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):

Kai tends to be more affectionate after sex, silently cheeking for any bruises only to take care of them after. He's extremely possessive over you, so he feels the obligation to take care of his little lamb since it's his responsibility. On good days, he will let you cuddle with him while he runs his fingers over your legs and arms softly.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Definitely your ass, nipples, mouth and vagina/penis. He likes to grab them harshly while you're having sex, and fucks every hole in your body.

As for him, he likes his veiny hands and his dick. Those body parts of his are the ones that can offer you more pleasure and make him feel powerful and desired, so they're definitely his favorites.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically):

Inside you: in your mouth, ass and vagina if you have one. He feels the need to mark his territory on you, so he definitely wants you to keep his cum inside you as long as possible.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

He already thought about catching you having sex with another person, and then fuck you roughly to prove who you belong to. But after that, he would fuck whoever was with you just to make you watch without touching yourself, so you feel bad about yourself and regret your actions. "Even that guy/whore made me cum harder than you ever did to me" (which is a lie, he just wants you to feel bad and make you depend on him).

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):

After getting crazy, Kai fucked a lot of women and men, so when you met him, he was already pretty experienced. He's also a fast learner, so he knows exactly how to make you cum in a couple of minutes.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual):

Doggy Style - that way he can change easily from hole to hole if you have a vagina, spank your ass, grab your hair, push your face against the bed or whichever surface you are against to, and have more control over you in general.

The Hook - on this position, he can go deeper inside you while watching your face. It also allows him to kiss, bite, suck and spit on your face and neck.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):

He doesn't shave himself, not even if you asked him to (that would probably be a bad idea, since he would feel insecure which results on him being agressive and loud). If he shaves, it has to be by his own will.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc):

Kai is extremely serious when it comes to sex. He thinks sex has to be seen as something essential for humans and a very important act where two souls and bodies connect with each other. And since he has deep feelings for you, the more serious he gets about it. However, when he won the election to become the official council man, that day you made sweet love with some giggles and smiles here and there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):

It's rare for Kai to be romantic in sex, since he is a hardcore kinky bitch. He will grab you firmly, his hand prints being marked on your body and "love bruises" too. He likes to spank you and make you entirely submissive to him, so he's pretty rough inside the room.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):

Everyone knows that Kai Anderson is a huge fan of masturbation and jerks off a lot. Even when he is with you, sometimes he orders you to simply kneel down while he jerks off on your face, mouth or boobs/nipples and then leaves to work on his cult meetings and future plans/projects.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):

(Oh man, this is going to be long!!!) - Sir/Daddy/Divine Ruler Kink, bondage, pain kink, hard BDSM, choking, voyeurism, golden showers we all agree on this one lmao, hair pulling, blood kink, knife kink, dom/sub, breeding kink, overstimulation, edging, dacryphilia (watching the partner crying), podophilia (foot fetish), degradation/humiliation, innocence kink what am I forgetting.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do):

Literally anywhere. He actually enjoys the adrenaline of getting caught, so he probably prefers to have sex outdoors, or indoors with someone in the house (especially his cult members).

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):

When you obey him and do anything for him, even the hardest things like killing someone.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

There's nothing this man wouldn't do, really. The only thing he probably wouldn't like is being completely submissive, watching someone he was jealous of or that he hates fuck you or someone else without him being in control of the situation lol.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):

Let's be honest here. We know Kai, so I'm almost sure that he prefers receiving a blowjob while he grabs your hair and makes you gag on him. About his oral sex skills, I would say that he's kinda messy and rough. You probably would have to tell him to go slower on you, so he wouldn't rip your clit/dick off lmao. But, when he's feeling generous, he would go down on you and make you cum in a few minutes for sure.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.):

Definitely fast and rough most of the times. He would make you beg to stop fucking you, because of how overstimulated you were and he wouldn't give a shit. On rare occasions, where he's feeling particularly romantic, he would go at a slower pace and be more careful with you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):

He enjoys quickies, but prefers taking his time with you. He has a very high sex drive, so depending on how occupied he is, you could have sex 2-3 times a day.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):

For sure. He loves taking risks when it comes to sex. Especially on public spaces, where you both can be caught anytime. He really likes to try new things, so it doesn't matter how uncommon your kinks are, he would be really excited to try them out. Just say the word and prepare to have the best orgasm of your life.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):

Kai has a very high stamina. He could go to 2-3 rounds with you. The first round he cums fast, but the next ones...

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):

Oh... don't let me get started. When he's feeling particularly kinky, he would tie you up and stimulate you with vibrators, anal plugs, nipple clamps, spanking paddles, anything really. He would only use them on you but if you insist, maybe he would give it a try if you're lucky.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

He's the worst at teasing you when he's horny. He makes you beg until you can't take it anymore, so you can be ready for him just the way he likes it. However, if he's mad or had a bad day, he won't wait for you to get fully prepared for him and will go straight to the point and it hurts

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):

We already know Kai is very loud during sex! He would groan so much while he fucks you and make the loudest moan when he finally cums. He just can't be quiet when he's inside you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):

One of the thoughts that can't get out of Kai's mind is fucking you after killing someone with their body right next to you or in front of his cult members to show everyone his dominance and power over you he's crazyyy.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):

I would say his dick is probably 6,5 inches and thick, but not too much.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

Like I said, his sex drive is extremely high. He's always thinking about fucking you in the most random times and places, while doing the most nasty things to you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

Pretty fast, actually. Now that you've been together for a long time, he completely trusts you to sleep peacefully next to you and not betray him like the others did.

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femfallenangel · 9 months

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hello! i loved your Tate fic<3 if you write for Violet I was wondering if you could do a fem reader where she and reader smoke togheter? If not, i'd like a pre death Kyle where they have their first kiss in college, after a party?

rather melodramatic , aren’t you ?

( violet harmon x fem!reader )

warnings ; smoking , mature language.

admin ‘s note ; of course i can :) if you’d like , i can work on kyle ‘s fanfic as well , it shall be out soon <3

A cool northern breeze smoothed your cheeks , leaving a warm red stain from the October coldness lately surrounding the entire city. Dark clouds upon your head seemed so heavy , as if the devil took control over the gloomy afternoon sky.

“ God , it looks like it’s gonna rain “ you whispered to yourself , lighting up the tip of your cigarette , inhaling sharp & deep , straight into your lungs.

“ Who cares , rain is cool. “ a voice behind you caused your body to flicker. A soft wave of dirty blonde hair came into your sight , her laugh mixed with the sound of leaves crushing under her massive , black boots.

“ You scared the shit out of me , geez , don’t do it again ! “ your features lighten up , even if meaning of such words might’ve say otherwise.

Placing herself in front of you on a wide , long brick wall , she took a cigarette case out of her mud green bag , offering you one. You shook off your head , letting her know you already have one yourself by blowing some of the smoke onto her corpse - looking face. She laughed , showing those pearly white teeth of hers. Violet seemed to be an angel sent to this earth , an earth filled with dust and suffering. She deserved better , you thought , lowering your sight.

As if the blonde was a mind reader , she placed a warm hand on much colder yours , caressing the skin softly. “ Rather melodramatic , aren’t you ? “ Violet asked your worried mimic , raising one of her furrowed brows effectively.

Your mouth corners curled up into one , soon fading away smile ; the silence was so loud , but not in an awkward way , not at all. You felt peace , for the very first time in your not - so - long lifetime. The gaze of yours locking with hers dark brown pools caused your intensities to squeeze tight , forcing you to sigh deeply , clearing out your throat after such intense smoke inhaling.

“ Just thinking … You always seem so easygoing , Vi , I mean , how are you doing all this ? Always waking everybody with a smile wide glued onto your lips … Are you a magician or something like that ? “ gulping loud your salvia , your piercing eyes analysed her smoking technique ; agressive & passionate , smoking so fast as if the tomorrow’s not gonna come.

Ash fallen to her feet , Violet’s gaze narrowed all of the very sudden. “ That’s the whole point , ( Y / L / N ). I want people to think that. One day I just got sick of people’s shit and decided to paint my own picture. I make them see only the things I want them to see. The rest I keep hidden. “ her monotonous , slight raspy from the constant nicotine usage tone replied right back at you like thunder.

Tiny raindrops forming quickly into much bigger ones irritated the lit up cigarettes , causing the small fire to crack. Looking at each other again , you fought the urge to wrap your hands around her torso and cry to her chest about how much she doesn’t deserve it. How much you don’t deserve. How nobody dies a virgin. Life fucks us all.

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chloe-skywalker · 1 year

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Creepy - Tate Langdon

Tate x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 105

Authors Note: Very short but I thought it was a cute short one.

Masterlist

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“You know, I’ve told you many times watching me is creepy. I get your stuck in this huge and all but still.” Y/n said not even looking up at the boy in her room.

“Sorry.” Tate shuffled awkwardly.

“What's wrong?” Y/n asked looking at him when she heard his response. Very un Tate like.

“Do you care? I could just leave like you want.” Tate scoffed not believing that she really wanted to know.

“I said it’s creepy, I’m not heartless. What happened?” Y/n patted the spot beside her, inviting him to sit by her and tell her what was bothering him.

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darling-i-read-it · 1 year

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The Mistress

Harry Gardner x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: smut (blowjob), cheating, sex in a public bathroom literally while his family is in the other room (who am i)

Author’s Note: Hi love! Sorry this took so long! I feel like I went with the slightly creepy route straight into a bj lmao so I hope you like it. I don’t know how I feel lmaoo

Requested by anon, Happy to hear you're doing well, hun! I'm so excited to see your upcoming pieces because these most recent two are absolute gems 💗(I'm a big GTA and RE fan what can I saw I was overjoyed to see them 🤭)

Don't mind me with another Harry request (my sincere apologies, I'm obsessed 😌) I had this potentially spicy plot in mind - Harry x fem!reader. When he sees her being flirty with someone but cannot let his jealousy show since his wife is like RIGHT there. But still makes sure to let her know how much she upset him later on 😉 Take your time with this sweetie and if you don't feel like writing it that's totally ok too! 🤗 Thank you for gracing this site with your lovely works and making my day with them as well. Take care and have a wonderful day/night ~ Addie ❤

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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Harry’s love for his wife was obligatory. The love he had for her was necessary, to keep their family going. He had created a space where he could comfortably do his job and be seen as successful. He had the wife, the house, and the kid. He had the room to grow and the means to do it.

But you…you were not a want. You were a need. You were alluring in his worst times, gorgeous in his best. He could watch you move for hours and wonder what it was about you that entranced him. He could picture you from the bed as you slipped your clothes on and the memory filled his entire eyesight. He could see nothing else but you when you were there.

You were like one of the people he wrote about. You were unreal. He couldn’t live without you now.

“You’re starring,” your voice broke him from his thoughts. Sometimes he forgot you were actually there. You sat on the side of the bed, arms moving with grace down to your feet. You put your socks on, side eyeing him. “Everything alright?”

“Uh huh.” He was in a shitty motel with sheets that he knew hadn’t been washed in far too long.

“H?” You sat up straight. He grabbed your hand, shaking his head.

“I’m fine,” he promised. You pursed your lips, nodding slowly.

“You have to get back.” The time schedule he was on was brutal. Sometimes he wondered if the life he had was even worth all this. Couldn’t he just live here with you forever? The misery of his demonic child and his never ending wife seemed like a hell he had trapped himself in. When had he wanted that? “Henry.”

“I’m here. I swear. I just don’t want to leave you.” Your face read the emotions he was feeling. You didn’t want to leave either but someone had to. If this thing was to be sustainable, you had to go.

“I never thought I’d be here you know,” you muttered. Even your voice sounded melodic. “In bed with a married man. Jesus. What would my mother say?” He felt a pang of guilt but not for the person who he should’ve. He had put you in this position. You could’ve been living a life with a free man, someone to show you off to the world. Instead you were in shitty hotels by the ocean, the salt coming in through broken window frames.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. You shook your head.

“It’s alright. We’re in this boat together, hm?” He grabbed your hand and held it. The hand that had just been all over him, the hand that had felt every inch of his body. You must have been thinking about it too because you kissed him gently. A goodbye kiss. He wanted to curse, to beg you to stay. He didn’t.

“I need to write you into a story,” he said against your lips.

“Oh yeah? The girl who never got what she wanted?”

“The girl who could get whatever she desired.”

“That sounds better than my thing.” You smiled gently. “I’ll see you later?” He nodded, a promise he was sure to keep. He hoped he wouldn’t see you around town before that, for the sake of his life. For the sake of yours! You stood up. “I’m excited to read what you write me into. Hopefully a better situation than this.”

You thought about the character of you and envied her. You would be her one day, you hoped.

She was like fire if it never spread. Her silence was dangerous, the presence of her was terrifying. Electrifying was an understatement. She was the lightning that made electricity. She was the origin, the start, the very being that could bring down trees with a touch. She was-

“What’re you writing?” Doris’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard. His initial reaction scared him a bit and he tried to be more caring.

“Nothing. Nothing, I don’t think anyway.” He shut his computer.

“Are we still going out to dinner?”

“Yes. Yeah, sorry, time got away from me.” He got up from the chair. Doris was standing beside Alma who had her coat and shoes on already. She was giving Harry a look of disinterest, similar to her mothers. But Doris at least tried to cover it with a feign emotion, one he couldn’t grasp. “Coming.”

They piled into the car and were quickly arriving at a small diner. The small diners in Provincetown were stereotypical and uninteresting. There was little local color and little locals. He saw you the second he walked in, like you had attracted his eyes like a magnet. You were sitting at the counter, a milkshake between your hands. Your hair fell in front of your eyes a bit as a smile played on your face. His eyes followed to the waiter you were speaking to. A man about your age, sharing your smile. The jealousy in him was surprising. He didn’t own you.

But he wanted to.

You hadn’t seen him yet. Maybe he could convince Doris to leave and go somewhere else.

“Right here. You’re the newer family right? Big house on the water?” Their waitress said, gesturing to the table. Doris had been speaking and he hadn’t even noticed.

“Yes ma’am,” Harry responded.

“We don’t get lots of visitors here, except for the writers.”

“My husbands the writer,” Doris explained. At the mention of the topic, you turned your head ever so slightly. Your eyes locked for just a moment, zero panic in your face. It was like you didn’t even know him. You turned your head back to the waiter behind the counter.

“What kinds of things do you write?” the waitress asked.

“Screenplays.” “Anything I’ve seen?”

“Not yet,” Doris promised. You were too distracting. He couldn’t stay here with you. His phone buzzed and he knew it was you. He checked it obsessively, turning it towards him so that Doris and Alma couldn’t see.

I’m sorry, you texted. He didn’t answer.

“Can I get you started with some waters?”

His eyes flickered to you. Smiling at the waiter, a gentle comradery. It made him sick.

“Yes please,” Doris said. She watched him and his discomfort but couldn’t find the source of it. The waitress left, leaving them alone, without a buffer between him and you. He opened up his phone again, staring at the message. You should leave. Why weren’t you leaving? “Everything okay?”

He couldn’t hear what you were saying but he could see your hand brushing the waiters. Closer to your age, likely not married. Attainable. You could have something attainable. He glanced at Doris and nodded curtly.

“I just need to go to the bathroom.” He got up, loudly. She scoffed, nodding.

“Okay.” He pushed past you. Your eyes followed him as he turned the corner. You looked back at the waiter.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to use the little girls room.” You slid off the stool with a small smile and left your milkshake. You turned the corner and knocked on the men's bathroom door. It opened quickly. It was the type of bathroom that was private, without stalls. Just two rooms.

Harry grabbed your hand and dragged you inside. He shut the door and locked it behind you.

“I didn’t know you would be here,” you argued. He was standing so close to you, practically pining you to the door.

“Who was that?”

“Who was who?”

“Don’t act coy,” he spat. You had never seen him so angry, jealousy practically dripping from his eyes.

“The waiter? He’s a friend.”

“That all?” “Harry, we can't do this right now. Your family is outside. Come on, we’ll talk later.” You made no movement. He starred, at you, at your features, the ones he could always find comfort in. He grabbed your wrist. “Harry?”

“Get on your knees.”

You raised an eyebrow but the look in his eyes was too alluring to argue. He was usually gentle and guiding through sex, always careful with you even when he was rougher. You didn’t mind the demanding tone in his voice. You slinked down the door, onto your knees. You looked up at him.

He was gazing down at you, his hand cupping your chin. You waited to see what he would do. Was he being so daring because his family was out there? Had you crossed a line neither of you had dared to verbalize?

You put your hands on his waistband. He nodded, ushering you along. You undid his belt and fought with his jeans to pull them down. It didn’t take long for him to get hard at the adrenaline of the moment and you sitting before him. You pumped with your hand, staring up at him still.

You wanted to tell him the waiter meant nothing. But actions spoke louder than words. You wrapped your lips around him, eyes locked, a glaze over his. He was staring at you like you were a meal. As you moved up and down, bobbing your head back and forth, he grabbed a fist full of your hair. He started to guide you more forcefully, a jealousy lacing his touch.

You came up for air as minimally as you could. He lasted too long. His family was going to miss him. They would see your lone milkshake and wonder which of you would leave first. There weren’t enough people in this diner to not connect the dots.

His precum was drooling down your chin. He wanted to fuck you. He knew he didn’t have time. Instead he let you make him cum, swallowing everything you could, making an erotic gagging noise as you did so. His moans came out muffled but clear, head tilted back in pleasure.

You wiped your mouth, leaning your head against the door.

“Feel better?” you asked. He scoffed. He helped you up, catching you as you stumbled. He kissed you, tasting himself among your lips. He could stay here with you forever and starve happily. “You go out first,” you muttered. “I’ve gotta wash up.”

He nodded. He stared at you for a moment longer, brushing your hair out of your face. You locked eyes and the intimacy filled up the bathroom. You wanted to kiss him again but knew you had no time. You would have to let him go, just this once.

“Thanks,” he muttered under his breath.

“Anytime H.” You slithered away from him. “Pull your pants up and go back to your family.”

#harry gardner x reader #harry gardner x fem!reader #american horror story imagines #harry gardner imagines #spicy tag #ahs imagines #american horror story fanfiction

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calummss · 6 months

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Tate Langdon 1920s boyfriend headcanon

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a/n: he’s a little more submissive? or like the tiniest amount of ooc but like tbh i think it’s really believable. anyway not proof read!! it’s late at night and i have an exam tomorrow

he would be head over heals for you like literally

y’all remember bugs bunny getting heart eyes over lola??? yeah that’s him

buys you different flowers for every day of the week

his hand is always around your waist

always placing a kiss somewhere on your face even when others thinks it’s too much pda—he doesn’t care

he thinks you look amazing every day but on parties it’s like he falls in love over again

he’s such a puppy so so loyal too you

‘tate, you coming on friday to the bar?’

‘i’ll ask my wife and get back to you.’

they all just stare at him but he‘s looking at you in a crowd with a smile

or him dancing with you when most women aren’t bc they’re boyfriends/hisbands think dancing is overrated…

carrying your gloves and hat aswell as bag!!!

i literally fell to my knees

when you get bored you two find a bathroom and he drags his tongue up your chest looking at you with those big hazel doe eyes,, loving that he pleases you

lights your cigarette!!

holds his hand over your head when you get in and out of the car

the classic 1920s couple run through the rain holding your bag and newspaper over your head as you try to escape the sky

my favourite scenario; sitting on his lap. his hand stroking your thighs as you take a drag from your cigarette letting him inhale from yours as he stares at you, your smoke entangling in the thick air of a jazz club

and finally, surprising him with a flapper dance choreography at your go to club. he cannot take his eyes off you and has men telling him how lucky he is

trust me…after that little dance your dress is gonna end up on the floor as soon as you two are alone

he worships you like a god, taking good care of every part of you making you realise how lucky you are to have him

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delic7te · 1 year

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thundersorm | kyle spencer

pairings: franken kyle spencer x reader

summary: kyle is afraid of storms, so on a stormy night he rushes to you for safety

[ pure fluff i love franken kyle sm ♡ ]

The night part of the day was a sacred time to you. After a long day of being a witch at Miss Robichaux's Academy, being alone in your room at the end of the day was like a reward. You could relax, curl up with a blanket and a nice book.

It was most enjoyable when it rained, the only sound being the raindrops hitting your window as you watched them trickle down the glass. Felt really comforting. Some lightnings were also visible in the sky tonight and you could hear a few thunders.

Mere seconds after you heard one, sounds of the wooden floor crackling under someone's footsteps caught your attention. You prepare to encounter the stranger alarmed and confused but immediately ease up when you see the familiar blond curls peeking through the door.

"Ky? What is it? You can come in."

Kyle looks terrified as he enters your room. Suddenly another thunderstorm hits the ground and the boy flinches, visibly frightened at the sound.

His reaction made you realize why he decided to visit. "Do the storms scare you, Ky?" You sigh.

He nods. "Storms... bad."

Offering him a smile, you pat the empty space on your bed across from you and Kyle gladly climbs up.

"They aren't that bad. See? The lightning is really beautiful." You say, pointing at the sky behind your window as a lightning passed by. "When it rains, it's even better. Comforting, you know? Also feels cozier in your room." You describe, staring out the window in awe. Another storm hits and you hold Kyle's hand in yours for support. He doesn't look as scared as earlier. "Really beautiful, Ky."

When your eyes turn from the window to him, he's already beaming at you. He looks genuinely star-struck, some kind of sparkles in his eyes. You bring your hand to his hair, pushing out blond strands that covered his face.

"You... are b-beautiful." He nearly whisperes, cheeks completely flushed and burning a redish shade.

You smile widely, ear to ear, dropping your head towards the ground with your own cheeks on fire as you chuckle.

Another storm.

Kyle's lips are crashing into yours in a second.

They are gentle, warm, treating yours with such kindness. You return it, cupping the side of his face with your hand, deepening the kiss as his fingers tangle in your hair. It all happened as fast as lightning.

When you pull away, another lightning is illuminating the dark sky as the final thunderstorm drops. This time, Kyle doesn't mind at all.

"Storms are... okay." He nods in acceptance and you giggle, bringing his soft lips to yours again.

#evan peters x reader #kyle spencer #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer imagine #franken kyle #evan peters imagine #ahs imagines #ahs coven #american horror story

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am3ricanh0rrorwh0re · 13 days

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Excommunicated ☆

Kai Anderson x fem!reader

summary: you were about to be excommunicated from FIT for betraying Kai with his sister Winter. But Kai had other plans before your death.

warnings: nsfw, violence, dub con, rough bondage, guns, knife play, slapping, spitting, oral (m receiving)

( i deeply apologize for starving y’all)

When you first met Kai, you were new to Michigan. A college student who had moved here. Kai had brought you into the cult, a ‘new beginning’ for you, he called it.

And now, you found yourself in his basement once again. Well, in a closet in his basement, laying on the ground, tied up. Your wrists were cuffed behind your back, along with your ankles too. You laid on your side, tape over your mouth as you looked up at Kai from the corner of your eye.

“We could’ve been unstoppable,” Kai sighed, loading his pistol. He crouched down, grabbing your chin in his big, strong hand, his fingers squeezing your chin.

“But you fucked it all up, bitch,” Kai spat, pulling your hair. He pulled your head back, making you cry out into the gag as he pressed the mouth of the gun against your head. You felt the cold metal against your temple, the feeling of death’s imminent kiss washing across your lips. Kai pulled the trigger, but it locked.

it…locked? why didn’t it fire? you should be dead by now, brains splattered against the wall. Kai’s hands shook, his greasy blue hair falling into his face. Kai let out a yell, throwing the gun against the floor. It slid out of the doorway of the closet, flying into the main part of the basement. You closed your eyes and flinched. Kai grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your stomach. You let out a whimper, shifting in your bonds.

Kai un-cuffed your ankles before pulling down your jeans. He spread your legs, rubbing your cunt under your panties. You moaned into the gag, which was followed by a scoff from Kai. He slapped your clothed but absolutely soaked pussy, soliciting a whimper from you.

“You’re such a fucking slut,” Kai scoffed, pulling off your gag. “Tell me, bitch. Tell me how much you love me,”

You let out a few coughs as he ripped the gag out of your mouth. You nod, coughing. “Y-Yes, Divine Ruler. I love you,”

Kai slapped your face, his cold hands smacking against your cheek. You knew it’d be red in the morning, if you even made it until the morning. He looked down at you, spitting in your mouth before he slapped you again. Kai sat you up on your knees before he unbuttoned his jeans, prying them off of his body, accompanied by his boxers. He grabbed the shaft of his cock, slapping his pre-cum soaked tip against your lips.

“Show me how much you miss sucking off your Divine Ruler,” Kai spat, forcing his shaft into your mouth. You choked a little, holding back coughs as tears formed in your eyes. Kai’s fingers kneaded through your hair, creating knots as he forced your head lower. You gagged as you noticed through your tears, Kai taking out a pocket knife. He held it against your neck, smirking.

“Take my cock like a good little slut. Take it and maybe i’ll spare your life,” Kai smirked, pressing the knife a little into your neck. Kai thrusted into your mouth, harder and harder as he felt his impending orgasm. You felt his dick sliding down your throat.

Kai gave a few more thrusts before he finally pulled his cock out, making you gasp for the breath you didn’t have. He grabbed you by your hair, pulling your head up to look at him. You whimpered softly, tears still slipping from your eyes like a leaking sink. Kai wiped your tears with the tip of his knife, putting his lips neck to your ear and whispering:

“You may be a traitor and a filthy, fucking narc, but you can sure as hell make a guy cum,”

@cult-of-lambs , @fear-is-truth , @dangeroustaintedflawed , @newwavesylviaplath @slutforgarlogan @nickrhodeslittledarling

#american horror story #ahs cult #american horror story cult #kai anderson #kai anderson smut #ahs smut #american horror story smut #ahs imagines #ahs oneshots #kai anderson oneshots #kai anderson imagines

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marchsfreakshow · 18 days

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Comforting A Murder [James Patrick March]

Hurt/Comfort // Smut. (I guess?)

Well you did it. You finally murdered someone, but right in the middle of a mess James wants to clean up. You attempt to comfort eachother...

18+ MINORS DNI!

Warnings: dub-con, PnV, quick fuck?, James being James.

Brb inspiring this off of ep.9 and 10. Had no ideas anymore so I figured basing this off an episode or two would help me write this.

No one's perspective

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

Oh, your pretty red dress. Ruined by the darkness of fresh blood. Arms and legs decorated by splashes of someone's else liquid soul. A beautiful decorated purple gun, turned black, dripping. Eyes widened; scared, confused, joy? Your mind racing with thoughts of what others would think.

Others? Each ghost more insane than the last? They didn't care. Most, happy by your calling. Liz, your best friend, daring you to talk to someone. "Talking to James will do good my dear. I understand he is in love with the countess still, but you know he takes interest in you as well."

"Sure.." A shaky word left your brain as you stood straight, gripping onto the used gun like it was a dying breath. "But... Jesus Liz, he's so... intimidating."

"Only if you don't talk to him." She stated. You took a deep breath and a step back, staring at the now decomposing lady that you laid bare. Flesh, body and soul ripped down the middle after a shot in the head. "A wonderful killing. Just like you." Liz was never too interested in the killing around the Cortez, but the way you killed... invigorating.

" 'suppose." You undressed as quickly as you killed, picking up a purple dress. The same shape, size and glimmer as the one you had murdered in. Your body still dripping in red.

"go like that. Go and find him right now."

"like this? No. Liz no! I can't. I have to wash myself. And my gun."

She shook her head and took a small drag of her cigarette. "No. Go find him. Now."

After a long silence, you took a deep and long breath, debating whether or not you should find the prolific killer. So you agreed. Walking out of the room and leaving the open torso to bleed dry, Liz watched, maybe silently judging you. You could never tell. The still image ran in your head as you walked. The heart slowing down, and the stomach just sat there, begging to be opened so the acid could dissolve everything else.

"...James." You saw him standing there, looking bewildered. He had been slapped, in front of an open hallway. An open hallway? Why on earth...? But you whispered his name as you took a step closer, transferring your gun from one hand to the other. "James.." you cleared your throat, looking down to the ground, feeling insecure. The killer looked at you, and smiled, taking his hand off his face.

"Ah, love. You look...ravishing, and a gun? My." He started, his smirk coming back to him. Nervous and worried, a blush appeared, and your hands were shaky again. The gun was still coloured darkly, leaving little trails of blood behind you. If there was any more blood on you, you would look like Carrie, an icon to you and your deranged but silent mind. "May I ask, your kill you have come back from?"

"a lady. Insulted my dress. Shot her head, then...ripped her torso. Neck to crotch." You admitted, looking everywhere but in his eyes. Another step towards you. He took your hand and looked lovingly at the gun.

"I'm so proud my dear." A teacher, smiling widely at his student, blood smearing itself over both your hands. You stared at his hands. Such precious jewels, covered in a dark thick liquid, a gun being shared between two. A small gulp and another deep breath. "What are you nervous about?" He asked as you looked up to the open hallway, a looming darkness. It scared you, but you never showed it. You wanted to impress James, being scared would annoy him.

Oh just how wrong you were. James could tell you were scared about what could have been lurking in the hallway. What a wonderful thing to use to his advantage. "This hallway is empty my darling. Nothing exists here." He simply stated. Innocently looking back up to him and seeming like you didn't understand anything he was saying. Like you didn't believe him. "Go on. Walk in. You have your dear gun, use it if need to." Absolutely not.

But a cold hand on your back, pushing you in. It left a faint handprint on you, and James noticed, letting out a small chuckle. It rang through the looming hallway, making you shake more. Holding the gun in front of you, worriedly looking around. Then a shot. You shot something. You think. Maybe? But you turned and ran. Ran into James' chest, even if he didn't wrap his arms around you as you secretly hoped he would. "You found something?"

"I think...I think so?" Your voice was hurried, and resting your head on his chest.

"Come dear. Let's take you away from this." He placed a dead hand on the small of your back, still bloody. The blood on you was decently dried now, feeling unable to wash it off. Eyes always straight and front as you both walked. Meeting anyone's eyes would increase your guilt about the murder. Such a beautiful but meaningless kill in James' mind. Killing someone for insulting your pretty red dress? Insanity.

James' room appeared before you, and you were led into it. Cold but comforting. A room you had wanted to go into. Forever. Everything interested you. Mindlessly, you started to wander around. Leaving gentle touches over every surface. The interest you two had with each other, coming to light. Your wonder and innocence, lit up when you walked around. Going in circles, your hand loosening around the firearm you held so dear. A beautiful thing, all based on your personality. James picked it up as you stepped in another circle, staring out of the window.

Ah, the open world. Nothing you missed. Bullied for the way you worked, and how you carried yourself. You left the daylight alone and stayed in the Cortez. Liz and Iris helping you with anything you need from the open world. "Dear. You are lost again." James murmured, standing behind you. A breath? Maybe? By the crook of your neck. "Ah yes, the life outside of this hotel. You should not worry about it, my dear. You are here now. You are here forever, murdering just because?"

Words that left him, and made you shiver. "But, I want the life again."

"I understand darling, but you must understand that this hotel can offer you more. Offer you something you could not find outside." A hand, gripping the front of your neck, thick fingers finding a vein and pressing on it, hard. "The people here are dangerous, wonderful. Full of deprived attraction." A hitch in your breath as the pressure got harder and harder. The stopping of your breath and its effects on James were pressed against your back. Was he really getting hard at this? Really? Okay...

"James..." All you did was lean against him, your neck open to him again, so many possibilities, and so many things he could do to you. A low groan, maybe a snarl leaving him. His free hand exploring your side, gripping at the dress fabric and feeling the dried blood on you. Every touch felt odd like you shouldn't be enjoying it so much. But your love for James, and the way your need for him manifested as killing for him. Innocents who did nothing to you but make a snarky comment, a little joke. Why was he so irresistible to you? A killer who died nearly 100 years ago, who loves murder, fine absthine, and his students.

Wandering hands trailing down your back, pulling down the zipper. The purple fabric fell swiftly off you, pooling around your flats and the blood-covered legs of yours. All this talk and touch of murder, blood, opening someone up, it was nothing but erotica turned real to him. Such a need for someone he did not know too well. Who was he to deny such a gift? Deny the chance to make someone feel something other than rage and upset.

Such moveable skin in front of him, the way he touched and practically groped you, making you feel mindless already. Your head, silently thrown back onto James' shoulder, feeling every touch he gave. The way he gripped onto your hips, such a need and desire in him. You practically threw yourself onto the bed, but sat on your knees politely. Even when a feeling of warmth spread through you, nerves were still there and you never wanted to upset your dear so. Shy, doe eyes watching a ghost undress. A quick coyote, readying himself to catch the doe it craved.

Silence in your voices, but catching breaths, underwear ripped off of you. You were being pulled up from your knees and pushed down onto all fours. He fucked like you were going away that night. Barely any time to catch your breath as he kept going.

Faster.

Harder.

Fucking you like the world was ending. Your moans; loud, unfiltered, they could be heard anywhere in the Cortez. His were reserved but animalistic in nature, never giving you a break. You screamed his name, as he yelled yours. Bruises were appearing on your neck, hips and thighs.

When had the dam been broken? You wondered as you cleaned yourself up, starting to sit up. Looking over to your side, James was half-dressed already. "I will admit my darling, that blood drying itself on you truly is enchanting." He nonchalantly mentioned, walking over to where you sat. A little hum in response, looking to the side where James was not. The ghost pulled your face towards him and left a kiss on your wanting lips. Pushing yourself forward to try and kiss him again, only to be denied.

Only to be denied as he picked up that purple gun you adored.

Only to be denied as he reloaded it.

Only to be denied as he aimed it at your worrying face.

BANG.

Only to be denied one last breath, one that you could've kissed him again with.

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When kyle has a bad day after you were out getting groceries you make sure to give him lots of head pats since thats basically his favorite thing

Head Rubs (kyle spencer after death)

I walk into the coven excited to see kyle now kyles dead no like actually he died and got resurrected after madison flipped his bus and i was in love with him so madison and zoe helped me bring him back

I finished some errands and stuff and I'm just bringing the groceries in "kyle my love?" I yell but no response i set the bags down on the counter starting to put the items away "kyle?" I yell again and theres no answer weird he usually runs up to me and like literally crushes me with trying to hug me and play with my hair and trying to give me a kiss but thats just what i love about him

I put the items away and walk out of the kitchen to the hall and up the stairs down another hall where the rooms are "baby?" I ask into the air before i turn to my room grabbing the handle and opening the door the lights dim only the lamps on "kyle?" I say again when i hear the sniffles i open the door more and see kyle on mine and his bed his head buried in his hands as sobs break through i close the door before starting to walk over to kyle

I stand infront of him before i put my hands on his shoulders making him jump a bit i knew that he knew i was here but i guess he didnt know how close i was my hands glide up to his neck kind of his face as i grab his face in my hands and make him look up at me my thumbs wiping his tears as sobs leave his pretty plump lips from crying

A look of sympathy fills my face "oh baby whats wrong" i ask and he sobs louder before hugging my waist burying his face into my stomach kinda my chest "oh its okay" i coo softly as i let him sob and cry into me my hand reaches up to glide my fingertips through his soft rich hair pushing some hair back as it was out of place and behind his ear just trying to calm him down and let himself get his feelings out

My fingers run through his hair rubbing his scalp softly as i hear him starting to breathe normally and no cries leave his mouth "whats wrong my love" i whisper softly almost inaudible and he sniffles still holding me close as i hold his head softly more into me my fingers still running through his hair as well "i just got really stressed a-and i realized you were at the store and i just stayed in here cause i was scared i was gonna snap and h-hurt someone" he says a soft sob leaving his mouth again making me hold him tighter "its okay, its okay" i coo as he calms down again way quicker like 30 seconds max

I lift up his head in my hands to look up at me "im here its okay? Right?" I ask softly and he nods looking deeply lovingly and comfortingly into my eyes making me smile a bit i lean down and kiss his nose softly before kissing his head a couple times softly i look back at him and wipe left over tears on his face and he smiles a bit "theres that handsome smile" i say teasingly making him smile more as i laugh a bit teasing him like crazy

"You gonna be okay" i ask as he holds my waist his chin rested against my stomach or chest as he looks up at me and he nods softly "yeah?" I ask admiring him as he admires me and my hands still go through his hair making him close his eyes almost falling asleep in my comfort "ah nope, lets get some food before you end up falling asleep its too early to fall asleep and too late to take a nap" i say softly and he opens his sleepy eyes before nodding "you want to stay in here for a moment or go and get some food" i ask softly again

"Lets sit there for a minute can we?" He asks and i smile nodding as he buried his face more into me closing his eyes for a moment as we sit there in each other presence "kyle?" I whisper "mhm" he says sleepily "come one lets get food its almost a hour and a half till ill let you go to bed" i say and he whines making me smile grabbing his hand and starting to separate each other which he whines and groans protesting against it but we ended up making it downstairs

I make some food for the both of us and we sit at the table eating together i squeeze his hand occasionally him squeezing back sometimes putting his other hand on top of mine so my hand is between his hands tightly i put out plates into the sink and turn to kyle "you ready to go to bed?" I ask and he nods "okay come on you're lucky you dont have to take a bath today" i say smiling as we walk up the stairs and to my room

We change into different clothes and i get into the bed kyle going on the other side getting in next to me he wraps his arms around me and lays his head on my chest my hands play with his hair softly as i feel him relax deeply a couple snores every once in a while i close my eyes kyles weight like a comfy weighted blanket

Oh how much i love him...

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Hey so im new to this kinda i mean ive never posted on tumblr a story ive been all on it tho so i know kinda how it works and i also make stories on wattpad @violetwitch12087 i believe and yeah anyways please request all these stories are on wattpad as well please dont save these and put them somewhere else and take credit but yeah i love you please request i can also do taissa and zoe and whatever i have a whole bunch

#ahs fanfic #kyle spencer #kyle spencer x y/n #ahs fandom #ahs coven #ahs imagines #evan peters

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