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fuckedbykai · 5 months

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Daddy Kai keeping me safe at all times 😏😘lol😝

(My nephews hamster in the back because I loved that little hammy🥹)

#evan peters #kai anderson #ahs cult #KAI IS DADDY #EVAN PETERS IS DADDY

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4lluring · 1 year

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i am NOT okay right now.

#evan peters #pedro pascal #the last of us #monster the jeffrey dahmer story #american horror story #the mandalorian #my two baes #pedro pascal is daddy #evan peters is daddy #i am never going to recover from this #the way i screamed #the world is healing #the way we might be getting an evan peters rom com #whoever thought of them being in the same room needs to get fucked real good #tlou #ahs

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s1ut4evan · 4 months

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good girl - kai anderson x fem reader

*smut*

Kai demands you suck his cock.

wattpad: s1ut4evan

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I blow on the hot soup that's held by my spoon before shoving it in my mouth. The sound of a car door slamming outside startles me. Kai's home. Butterflies formed in my stomach as I heard his heavy foot steps on our porch.

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The energy instantly changes as Kai enters our home. "Hi babe." I say to him as he sulks to the dinner table. Kai slams his hands down, causing the soup to splash everywhere. "You couldn't fucking wait for me?!" he exclaimed. "Kai I- I was just so hungry and I knew you'd be out late working on the campaign. I'm sorry I just.."

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My honesty made Kai's face turn red with anger. He pushes his blue locks back with both hands. "The least you could do was make me some fucking Manwich. Not this shit." he pointed to my soup bowl. I decided staying quiet would be best as Kai was more irritated than usual so I continued eating my soup.

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I felt his dark eyes staring right through me. "Aren't you gonna clean that shit up?" he looked at the splashed out soup that wouldn't have happened if he hadn't slammed down on our table. I nod before standing up to grab paper towels from the kitchen. I had to scoot past Kai to get there.

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Kai had me by the arm before I could walk past him. I turn to him with tears in my eyes, "I'm sorry Kai- I'm going to clean it up." His rough hand tilted my head up to face his eyes. They were darker than ever. "Clean it up later. I'm in need of something else at the moment." he pushed his pelvis up against me.

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His hard member, already tenting in his jeans, pressed hard against my stomach. I nod before his slender thumb sneaks its way into my mouth. Kai uses his other hand to undo his pants. "Get on your knees." he demanded. His thumb slipped through my lips as I knelt down. I felt his wet thumb press against my forehead, "Good girl."

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I pull his jeans down slightly, taking his boxers along with them. The force from his thick cock taps against my chin. I reach up to grab hold of his member but was stopped by Kai. "No." he said pushing my hand aside, "No hands."

I place my hands behind my back as a way of reminding me that they're off limits. Kai was testing my self control.

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My mouth opens so his cock could gain access. I lean forward before wrapping my warm lips around his swollen tip. The taste of precum lathered my tongue as I swirled it gently. I felt the pressure from Kai's hand pushing the back of my head. "Take it like the good girl you are."

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I bobbed my head forward, allowing his cock deeper into my mouth. My tongue formed to his shaft as if it were muscle memory. Kai hummed through his closed mouth before pushing my head further into him. I look up to see his devilish smile peaking down at me. "Just like that kitten." he whispered.

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My jaw became sore as I picked up the pace. The thought of making Kai cum distracted me from gagging as his dick pounded the back of my throat. I loved making him proud. Tears welled in my eyes as I held back my whimpers. I squeezed my hands together behind my back, reminding myself I must not use them.

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His breathes became heavier. My hair entangled his large hands as they both wrapped around the sides of my head. Now Kai wanted control. He held my head still as he began thrusting into my mouth. I almost moved my hands to find a way to support myself but I had to obey Kai. Air hissed through his teeth as his pumps became sloppy.

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I prepared for his load as I felt the first twitch from his pulsating member. His warm seed paints the inside of my mouth as he slowed his thrusts down. Kai pressed firmly on my head, making sure I would stay there as he finished. "Fuck." he leaned back and let my head free.

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I remained on my knees staring up at Kai, with a mouthful of his sweet cumshots. He looked down biting his lip and gave me a nod, letting me know I could swallow. I do so before Kai gave me a hand to help me up. His hands caressed my face as his fingers swept away tears from my cheeks.

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Kai smirked, "Now how about some Manwich?"

#kai anderson #kai anderson smut #american horror story #evan peters #evan peters supremacy #evan peters smut #daddy's good girl

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justagirlwantinghership · 19 days

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I love the Buck and Bobby moments, and I really love the Evan and Tommy moments.... but can we focus on the fact that they both call him kid LOL? All I can think of is that meme with the "Your son calls me Daddy too." lmao

Like I am begging one of my mutuals here, somebody for the love of God write a fanfic where Buck asks somebody to pass the salt and he says Dad can you pass the salt or something and they both go to do it LOL

Updated with the Gifs lol

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shescallinmedaddy · 2 years

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too much.

kit walker x f!reader .

warnings - smut, dirty talk, cursing, cunnilingus, fingering, lmk if im missing any.

wanna write something inspired off the first scene with him and alma??? i had to get something out for my baby daddy. but send in some requests cause writers block.

word count - 684 .

it was as if kit couldn’t get your clothes off fast enough once he returned home, barely even getting out a hello before his lips were on yours. his sense of urgency seeming to leave once his palms were finally on your bare skin. while at first they rub up and down your waist, they soon still opting to back you up into the dining room table. kits lips separate from yours before his palms trail to the back of your thighs before lifting you onto said dining room table, and gently pressing your back onto the cool wooden surface. spreading your legs, and slotting himself in between them he just looks down adoringly at you as his hands begin to explore your body as if there’s an inch he hasn’t explored yet.

“you’re fucking gorgeous, darlin’.” kit mutters, before his lips meet your again,

his lips are soon trailing to your jaw, before leaving marks for him to admire later on your neck. and while he’d love to tease you longer as he usually does, he finds his sense of urgency returning once again. so his lips trail lower and lower, skipping where you need him most and instead littering your thighs in kisses and marks. soon his breath is fanning over you clit, while he looks up at you with a lustful eyes, and bites his lip.

“stop teasing, kit” you complain and pout to him.

“oh darlin’, don't worry,” he starts, laying a kiss to your clit, “you’ll be begging me to stop.”

once the words leave his lips, he’s licking a bold stripe from your hole to your clit with a moan leaving his mouth before diving in like a man starved. lapping at the juices your cunt offered him as if it was some sort of refreshment. you find your fingers tangling into his hair at the pleasure his tongue gives you, and the tug you give makes kit release a groan which vibrates through you making the pleasure of his tongue all that much better. you tugging at kits hair also does nothing but egg him on.

his lips soon wrapping around your clit, and his fingers prodding at your entrance. he gently eases his two fingers into your cunt, until finally slipping them all the way into you. at the way your thighs try to tighten around his head and his wrist, he uses his free hand to give his wrist just enough space to thrust into your cunt.

his fingers plunging into your cunt and his tongue lapping at your clit making you a panting moaning mess, making kit nothing less than euphoric as he can feel the damp spot in his boxers worsening. you cant help but huck your hips to get more, more of his mouth, more of his fingers, more of him. you thighs once again threatening to close around his head, he adjust his wrists so he can still thrust his fingers into you and feel your plush thighs around his head.

“fuck, feels so good, k-kit” you stutter out, yanking at his hair.

kit can't help but speed up had ministrations at your confession, and with his free hand no longer keeping your thighs spread, he begins to palm himself through his work jumper. his fingers curling in to you to hit the perfect spot, his tongue lapping at your clit with some sort of need, nearly pushing you over the edge.

“gonna cum for me, darlin’?” kit questions seductively, immediately returning to his prior actions.

you feel your thighs tightening even more, and your back arching off the table at the question before you’re giving him exactly what he wants with a string of curses leaving your lips. but even once you do, his fingers don't slow and neither does his tongue, and you find yourself yanking at his scalp at the overstimulation.

“s’too much b-baby” you finally manage to get out, trying to push him away from you.

at first he just shakes his head from between your thighs before muttering, “baby, you’re gonna take whatever i give you.”

a/n : i kinda hate this but idk lmk what you think

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rainthespiritual · 2 months

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Kai Anderson Spicy Headcannons

Tw it gets pretty intense yk how Kai is.. this post is intended for those only 18 and older you have been warned

Hes 100% a dom don't see him being anything else except MAYBE a switch before his culting days like we are talking about later Kai..

hes a total sadist, likes being worshiped and enjoys inflicting pain on you while you are doing sexual things

choking, slapping, whipping, even as far as wax play

he would tie you down and pour hot wax on you

very sadist daddy dom master stuff yk how Kai is yall bitches LOVE HIM

listens to cbat and goes to the beat..

NAH NAH I'M KIDDING

or am i

he loves watching you squirm in pain and calling you his pretty little hole

or his pretty little slut things like that

he enjoys you obeying him I see him only enjoying brat activities SOMETIMES

he will straight up slap you or spank you for saying certain things

like straight up slap your face he will BACKHAND you

he WILL leash you if he has to he loves humiliating you

should I make smut one shots of Kai or any evan peters character? if you have any suggestions or requests LET ME KNOW!

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angelgigisworld · 7 months

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Made by me 🎀

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chaoticbabyr · 8 months

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I'm so in love with Tate Langdon, oh sweet tate, my sweet tate.

I think he is the sweetest guy in the world and the most handsome. I want to be loved and love like Violet and Tate.

#ahs murder house #tumblr2014 #hello kitty #tate langdon #tate and violet #coquette #delusional #angel #lolita1997 #lana del rey #teen romance #lil peep #evan peters #daddy issues #foryou #sadgirl #sensitive

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slvt4jamesmarch · 3 months

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I WAS LOOKING AT PICTURES OF MR MARCH ON PINTEREST AND LMAO ☠️

#james patrick march #mr march #murder daddy #ahs hotel #evan peters #my husband

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etheral-moon · 3 months

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I should be embarassed but anyways...

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missuswalker · 7 months

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hello <3 i enjoy your fics a lot, and i saw you were asking for requests, so!!! could you maybe write something abt jpm with an artistic fem!reader as a wife? with something like writing or painting

𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 || 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❦ summary: your husband is your biggest fan

❦ warnings: mention of murder like once, but y’all, it’s james

❦ notes: I LOVE YOU AND THIS IDEA WHAT OFC OFC

the curtains were drawn in your lavishly decorated suite, silvery moonlight flooding through the crystal-like glass of the window. a warm glow from slowly-melting candles illuminated the canvas in front of you, giving off just enough light to work with. as you hummed to yourself, you began to paint the view from where you were sitting, featuring a few of the many vases full of james’ flowers. gorgeous, blood-red roses, lilies, and tulips. james offered you a luxurious lifestyle, spoiling you with gifts quite often.

the man worshipped the ground you walked on. everything you did was extraordinary. he swore you were a goddess, blessed with beauty and creativity. while he supported many of your hobbies, he did not yet knew you liked to paint. you hardly had time to paint, and when you did, it was always when james was ‘busy’ (masterminding a murder). it was your special thing for now, your secret. you weren’t purposefully keeping it from him, it just hadn’t come up.

you knew that when he did find out, though, he’d have a positive reaction.

as soon as he found out you liked to write, he was sharing your stories and poetry with the world. leaving copies of a poem in guests’ rooms or sending off your longer writings to liz for her to read when the bar wasn’t busy. he truly thought of you as an artist, often praising you for your way with words. you were worried that he might have a stroke when he discovers your paintings. most of them were of the hotel as well, which might send his soul off forever, the dead man never to be seen again.

you pushed these thoughts aside, emptying your mind as your brush glided across the textured canvas. it was like the hours flew by, and suddenly it was past midnight, the air frigid and the halls quiet. you take a moment to glance over your painting, knowing if you looked too long, you would begin to hate it. sighing, you drop your brush into a half-filled cup, headed to the bathroom to wash your hands.

upon your return, you are met with the sight of your husband’s bright smile, holding the canvas in his hands. “come, dear. did you do this?” he questions, setting the painting carefully back onto it’s easel. you shake your head, rolling your eyes, already knowing the praises to come. it wasn’t arrogance, it was predictability. stepping into his embrace, you nod. “yes. do you like it?”

like you had to ask.

“why, it’s beautiful. i’ve never seen something more elegant, i’m shocked. you are brilliant, you know that?” he answers, eyes never leaving the work of art. “i think i will keep this, once it’s dry that is. as long as it’s okay with you?” he adds before you could speak. with a shrug and a grin, you nod. “that’s fine.”

not even a week had passed, and you woke to james gone, but a brand new set of oil paints waiting for you on your dresser, paintbrushes wrapped in a satin ribbon next to them. smiling to yourself, you decide it would be nice to paint something for your husband in return of the nice gift. setting up a work station by the window, you thought of what you could paint for a man like james. of course, he’d appreciate anything from you, but you wanted it to be special. that’s when you knew.

you worked on this gift for over a week, having to hide it every time he came back to your room for the night. when it was finally perfect, you left it out on the mantle. it wasn’t much longer before he arrived, his light footsteps not being the one to give it away, but the creak of the door. you rushed to sit near the fireplace, waiting for him to notice.

“my god.”

he went straight for the painting, holding it in his hands to look over it. a portrait of the two of you. you heard nothing else from him before he was off, taking the canvas with him. you were quick to your feet, rushing out after james, following him down the hall and into the elevator. you furrow your brows, waiting in the silence of the elevator, but when the doors finally open, he’s off again.

when james finally comes to a stop, it was in front of the wood wall of the lobby. “james, what in the world are you doing?” you scoff. he waves his hand at you, bringing it back to pull a random frame from the wall, replacing it with your painting. looking to the side, you notice most of the things on the wall had been replaced by your art. framed poems and old paintings he must’ve found in the closet.

“james, don’t you think this is a bit much,” you ask, though you couldn’t help but smile at the display of your works. “nonsense. it’s not enough. i want to fill the walls with your beautiful art,” he says, finally turning to look at you. “this is incredible, you are the next monet, my love. people will come from all over the world to admire your paintings, to admire you. they’ll never be as amazed by you as i am, though.”

james could go on forever, if you let him. he was so incredibly proud of everything you’d ever done. how could he not be? you were so perfect.

i had no idea how to end this, BUT ITS PROOFREAD 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

i love him

#x reader #american horror story #ahs x reader #ahs hotel #james patrick march #james march #james march x reader #james patrick march x reader #evan peters #evan peters x reader #tate langdon x reader #kai anderson x reader #kyle spencer x reader #kit walker x reader #jimmy darling x reader #murder daddy #pls kill me james

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fuckedbykai · 3 months

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Omg imagine Evan sending you cute little surprise selfies 😍🥵🤤🫠

#send help please #Evan peters #evan peters is daddy #lil baby face aww

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lollipopd · 11 months

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HOLY FUCK YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME RN😮‍💨

#evan peters #american horror story #evan peters x reader #james patrick march #tate langdon #kit walker #jimmy darling #kyle spencer #kai anderson #FUCKING DADDY

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afterdarkmax · 10 months

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I’m not kidding I want this man to hit it from the back… and the front…. and every possible angle

#american horror story #ahs cult #evan peters #kai anderson #kai anderson x reader #ahs smut #that’s daddy right there

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shescallinmedaddy · 2 years

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come for me .

tate langdon x f!reader

warnings - smut, dirty talk, fingering, swearing, slight overstim (one line), soft dom (hes such a switch/verse tho) tate, sub reader. (no use of y/n)

self indulgent smut? yes. i hope you like it tho, as i wrote this sleep deprived last night while fighting my sleeping pills to get the rest of my thoughts out. if you do like, maybe let me know what ya think? requests open!

word count - 567

“know jus’ what my baby needs,” tate slurs between laying kisses on your neck, “gonna let me give it to ya’?”.

you shamelessly nod your head, before you’re yanking him back to your lips by his hair. the kiss is needy, and while usually you’d tease tate for the desperateness in which he chases your lips you have no desire to put up any sort of fight today. while reaching to feel his aching cock through his pants, he pulls your wrist behind your back, his other hand doing the same to the other.

“need to hear your pretty voice say it, baby,” he starts, clasping your wrists in one hand so he can cradle your jaw in the other, “gonna let me make you feel good, right?”

“yes tate, yes. gonna let you make me feel good” you mutter back, almost immediately as a word left your mouth tate was properly situating you on his lap, and his hand was already scrunching your (his) shirt up slightly, just to make its way into your panties. his fingers easily slide between your folds, gently swiping from between your hole and your clit.

“you’re soaked, sweetheart. been thinking bout’ this?” he questions, between laying kisses on your neck and slipping two fingers into your cunt.

with a yank at his hair, you let out a slight gasp at the feeling of his fingers entering. letting your head fall to his shoulder, as he thrusts his fingers into you at a steady pace. you can’t help but feel the need for more, thrusting your hips subconsciously towards him. the light tap on your ass serves as a reminder that tate asked you a question, but you can’t find it in you to answer as his fingers curl.

“huh? ashamed to admit it, baby?” he starts, bringing one of your hands to the tent in his pants, “i’m not, been waiting for you to get home. to make you feel good. to stretch this pretty cunt out.”

“no - fuck - tate, thought about you making me feel good, a-all day.”

your response earning tates thumb circling your clit, and his lips on yours. you couldn’t help the moan that left your lips, which tate was more than happy to swallow. his fingers pumping slightly faster, and his brows furrowing in concentration. finally curling his finger just right, and finding that spongy part inside of you that makes you melt.

you could feel that all too familiar feeling coming too soon for your liking from the anticipation of the day, and you feel tate moan into the kiss. the circles his thumb makes becoming haphazard as your cunt clenches around his fingers.

“need you to cum, baby, please.” tate begs against your lips, rutting against whatever part of you he can.

you cant even begin to think of giving him a response before you’re giving him exactly what he wants, head dipping to his shoulder with breathless pants and moans leaving your lips. yet his fingers don’t still inside of you, if anything speeding up as he takes your jaw in his palm to bring your lips back to his. happy to swallow any noises you offer, while offering a few of his own.

taking his fingers from your slightly overstimulated cunt, he brings them to his mouth, pulling them from his lips with a pop, “jus’ what you needed, right baby?”

#daddy writes #evan peters #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon smut #tate x reader #ahs #ahs murder house #evan peters smut #evan peters x reader #smut #fanfic #x reader

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kaiscumsock · 1 year

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evan peters is so babygirl

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