#ahs gender neutral

[mrs-march-ahs]

Kai Preparing You For The White House (G/N smut)

OK LISTEN hfjkdshf

this is an actual fantasy i had last night. appropriate? probably not, but sexy? oh my lord yes

Summary- Since you are going to be living in the White House with Kai one day, it's only appropriate that you know the pledge of allegiance off by heart.

Warnings- this is probably disrespectful to the pledge of allegiance. and maybe to the flag. maybe to america? i don't know. i'm polish. i don't really know what the pledge is. i just know it's something y'all have memorised. i, however, do not, so this is hot. also, spanking fdjskfhds.

Words- 1.7k.

This is a Gender Neutral reader, the few times I couldn't get away with neutral language, I put two options [in brackets/like this].

The reader isn't necessarily European, but obviously somebody who does not have the pledge memorised. Not yet ;)

enjoy <3

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“Do you know-”

“The muffin man?”, Winter butts in. Kai gives her a glare and then stares are his laptop again, not making eye contact with anybody when he speaks.

“The pledge”

You look at Winter, not sure whether Kai's talking to you or her. Winter stops sucking on her red vine and starts waving it around as she speaks.

“Riiiiight”, she drags out. She points her red vine at you aggressively and you look at her. “If you’re gonna be the First [Lady/Gentleman]one day, you should know it”

You stare at Winter blankly for a second, before nodding once. “The pledge of allegiance? I’ve heard it before in movies”

Winter continues to look at you, and allows Kai’s tapping on the keyboard to be the only sound in the room. You play with the frills of the cushion next to you on the floor and fill the silence with uncertainty. “Uhh”

“I pledge allegiance”, Kai starts you off very seriously.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag… of the Unites States…um”, you rest your head back on the seat of the sofa and stare at the ceiling. “And the republic for which it stands… one nation under God, w- indivisible…”, you close your eyes. “With freedom… with liberty! And justice for all”

You lift your head up to look at Winter, who gives you a thumbs up and a cheesy grin. You can’t help but smile back at her and watch as she stands off the armchair she was previously laid on, to leave.

“Very well done, First [Lady/Gentleman]”, she winks at you from the stairs and walks out of the basement.

Kai, not looking away from his laptop screen that shows an article about Beverly and a word document, stops typing for a moment.

“That’s hot”, he says.

“The pledge of allegiance?”

“No”, he replies sternly. “You saying it, you knowing it”

You look over at him next to you on the floor. He takes his hands off his laptop and pushes the coffee table away from him.

“Come here”, he whispers and straightens his legs. The eerie silence of the room only adds to the romantic atmosphere. You smile and crawl over to straddle his thighs. You put your arms around Kai’s neck, trying to scootch your body as close to his as you could.

Kai puts his large hands above your knees and slides them up, softly kneading at your exposed thighs. The touch under your shorts felt possessive and full of admiration at the same time.

“Say it again”

Kai’s dark brown eyes ever so slightly look up at you. His eyebrows raise with his words and he looks at your lips and holds back a smirk.

You play with hair on the back of Kai’s neck, practically swinging your legs and batting your eyelashes as you begin for him again. “I pledge allegiance to the flag and the republic-”

A quick slap on the back of your thigh stops any more words from coming. The contact makes you jump slightly off his lap and gasp, having to bite your lip to stop you from giggling. Sexual contact from a busy Kai was an increasingly rarer occurrence making the harsher touches even more arousing than the soft ones. He must be as desperate for you as you are for him.

You look away from Kai’s face, trying to stop smiling. A short giggle escapes your lips from the unexpected contact. Kai, noticing this, puts his hands on your ass and slides them up and down.

“Of the Unites States of America”, he corrects you. You nod and try to stay serious, despite feeling like a child in timeout.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of Unites States of America”, you bat your eyelashes for real this time. “And the republic for which it stands, one nation, indivi-”

Another slap stings you, this time directly on your right cheek. It surprises you just as much as the first one, but hurts less.

The mixture of pain and pleasure becomes even more unbalanced, and the tingle of arousal travels your body, making your body warm and your cheeks blush. Kai rubs his rough calloused hands over the red sting, tapping it lightly a few times.

You hide your face in Kai’s neck to hide your red cheeks, taking in a deep breath of his smell.

“Under God, try again”. With your mind filled with dirty thoughts and the prospect of Kai pounding you into the sofa, the correction doesn’t register in your mind. Kai is exceptional at remaining serious when he has to. You, however, have to suck in your bottom lip to not giggle again.

Another slap on the altering cheek makes you sit straight up and let out a whimpering sound. “Hmph!”

Kai’s hands leave your ass and go on the edge of the sofa behind him, pushing up off the floor and onto the sofa, strong enough to take you with him. You hold onto his shoulders and settle in on his lap once again, trying to sit down, but your sore ass making you stick it out a little, attempting to sit down a couple of times but not being able to feel comfortable.

Since you can’t sit still, Kai puts his hand in between your thighs, separating your legs and putting them both on the right side of his body. You pout a little in protest, not sure if Kai is finished with you, but he pulls you by the shoulder to lay you over his lap.

“oh my god”, you breathily whisper. Kai pulls your shorts up as far as they go, making you squirm in his lap. He hums in satisfaction at the sight of your red exposed ass.

He puts his hand down forcefully, almost slapping your cheek, grabbing it, and looking down at you. He prefers it that way.

You lay still, so aroused at the core that you wonder if Kai can feel it on his lap. Your face smushed against the sofa doesn’t stop Kai from hearing your innocent laugh slipping out at how awkward you feel at your first time over his knee.

Kai rubs your thighs a few times, and with his other hand strokes the hair out of your face to force your head on its side. He looks at you and smirks, keeping his hand on your head gently, but you look straight ahead of you. The reflection of your position on the black TV makes you close your eyes.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the Unites States of America, and the republic for which stands”, you pause and open your eyes. You bite your lip to stay serious, needing a second to retrieve the second half of the phrase. You’re a little distracted.

The reflection of you in the TV shows Kai with his hand above your cheek, straightened out flat and ready. You bury your face in your hands, feeling exposed and embarrassed at how submissive you are for this man, but he rips your hands off your face almost instantly, holding them behind your back with one hand.

“One nation…”, you exhale out of your nose and hesitantly continue. “Indivisible”

The slap echoes in the room. The filthy sound makes your cheeks redden. Both of them.

Kai tsks his tongue a few times, not being able to resist smiling at you. You take a slow breath out, squirming on his knees, not because of the embarrassment, not even because of the sting, but because the arousal prickling at your body and thighs is too much. If you don’t start moving and getting something, you might implode.

Kai pushes your legs down against the sofa, trying to keep you still. His other hand slides up your back and tickles slightly at your neck before going back up to your head. He slithers his fingers in your hair, holding down, and tugging your head up. You gasp quietly, not knowing before that his long fingers just tugging at your hair could make you shiver.

“One more time”, he demands.

“Or what?”. The words leave your lips without a second of thought.

He tugs at your hair further, forcing your neck to bend back uncomfortably. With his other hand, he legs go of your legs and lets the weight of his arm come down on your cheeks in another slap.

The feeling makes you wriggle, or attempt to, but Kai’s grip on your hair keeps you still.

“One more time”, he repeats. You take a deep breath and close your eyes.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the United States of America… and the republic for which it stands, one nation”, you pause. Opening your eyes, you question whether or not to blunder on purpose. But knowing Kai’s stamina and patience, your ass will be bleeding before he will let you off. More curious on what treat he has for you learning your lesson, you continue.

“Under God, indivisible, with… um… liberty? And justice for all”

Kai’s grip on your hair releases, making you drop your head instinctively. He lifts you off his lap, sliding out from the side, leaving you laying on the sofa. You turn your head back to look up at him climb on top of you, sitting on your legs while he unbuckles his belt. The sight makes you moan, and prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better view.

Kai pulls down your shorts in one swoop, grabbing a fistful of your ass in each hand and pulling you up. You stick it out for him, letting him see you bare and [glistening wet/dripping with precum] for him.

You look to the side at the turned off TV and watch him stroke himself like you’re watching the porn channel. He spits on your hole and pushes against it, letting the tip of his cock get swallowed in by how desperately turned on you are.

“One more time”, he repeats again. You look up at him, and quickly and frantically say the pledge, not being able to wait any longer.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the Unites States of America, and the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with freedom and justice for all”

You look at Kai with pleading eyes and stick your ass out even more. He keeps his hands spreading your cheeks and makes eye contact with you in the reflection of the TV.

“Close enough”, he mumbles defeated, and slams into you.

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[m1d-45]

dead leaves

summary: the creator is meant to be worshipped and praised, exalted to the highest of high. so… what went wrong?

word count: 1.2k

-> warnings: mentions of blood, you die multiple times, bitter(?) ending, spoilers for xiao lore (but it’s not said to be xiao specifically so technically you could read and just not know it’s him but now that i’ve said that you know it’s him so-)

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it wasn’t meant to happen like this.

it was never to occur at all, in fairness, but like this?

the clouds parted to make way for a single glitering star, shining a white hot gold. the whole world turned, stopped and stared in awe, every leaf on every stalk bearing witness to the one they called god.

it wasn’t supposed to be like this. the golden shine poured through the tall windows of a palace meant for you, the heretic in a crown ordering your people to betray you. their hands shook where their followers could not see—perhaps even they were aware of why the trees were rejoicing.

you, blessed you, torn from your home by the divinity in your blood, picking yourself up from sand with barely a vague memory of your location. walk, climb, walk again, and that’s where you learned how to swim, led on by the crumbling stone of barbatos’ statue. the squirrels chittered and the hilichurls retreated, not wanting to frighten you, bandaged hands seeking shields and clubs to keep busy instead.

mondstat is the nation of anemo. happy and bustling, merchants calling across courtyards, adventurers waking with the sun to continue their trade. a cool breeze welcomed you, tugging you along a stone bridge, the winds quiet.

so quiet, in fact, that the archon stirred from his slumber early, reaching for his bow.

you never even made it to the city gates. the doves on the bridge hopped closer as you approached, the knights on duty watching how eagerly they pressed themselves against you. a nod, a twist, a chain of knights leading up to the headquarters, all set on edge the moment the acting grandmaster cleared them to engage.

the first casualty was a bird. it had flung itself into the air, halting the arrow in its tracks, drawing your attention to the man standing atop the city wall. another bird died before you understood his crime.

leaves dappled the ground in shades of green, warm light falling on you as you ran. you didn’t know where you were going, really, and why would you? who had a contingency plan for when everyone they loved turned away? the river tumbled over smoothed rocks, the bright beacon of the statue of the seven pleading for forgiveness even as it’s archon wanted you dead.

mondstat was the city of freedom. could it still be called that when you bled out before you could reach the border?

you couldn’t die. literally, you couldn’t. ley lines converged where you were crossed, absorbing the dissipating flakes of your physical body. the earth hummed beneath the anemo archon’s feet as he watched divine blue blood be sucked up and swept away. was it a hallucination? how would he know?

elemental energy coursed through the earth, sprouting again at the geo through which it bled, releasing the holy light it carried and supplementing with its own. within the hour your eyes opened again, unsure whether to pray it was a dream or wonder which god could hear you.

liyue, nation of geo. the stone hummed beneath your feet, though you didn’t walk toward the city. you’d learned your lesson fast, and a spear to the gut would certainly take longer to kill than an arrow to the neck. not that it mattered, of course—the adepti are too in tune with the land to not have noticed your arrival.

as it turned out a spear does hurt more, which you learned when you found it sprouting from your stomach in the split second before the pain hit. bright jade stained blue, betrayal glimpsed in the dying eyes of the one alatus once called his savior.

and it began anew.

teyvat bubbled with anger, torn between enacting vengeance on those that hurt its maker and protecting you. you were taken to places of shelter, but people learned to follow where nature raged loudest. even if they didn’t, if storms kicked up in false alarm to draw them away, intuition toward their creator was sewn into the hems of every living creature. hilichurls could only hold up for so long, and the millelith were used to dealing with vishaps. the dense forests of sumeru were memorized by the most vigilant forest watcher, the consecrated beasts in the desert too big to keep up with the agility of the general mahamatra.

how cruel for you to die like this, at the hands of the ones you should have been able to trust. how cruel for you to die at all, stabbed in the back by those who should have worshipped you.

the one on your throne was tolerated, just barely so, rationalized as the people needing an idol to follow in your continued absence. but now you were here, now they had no reason to be, and visions began to go haywire whenever they entered the throne room. boars outran hunters, trees tangling over boots as nature wrought vengeance on behalf of its god.

you were everything.

every scholar sought to understood your world further, your spirit found in every star in the sky. to study the world was to study you, how every string was woven into the universe. when you looked to the earth the soil said hello, the trees bowing before their creator, and yet your most beloved artwork was the one that hated you the most. was it hubristic to think a mortal could truly kill a god, or pathetic that they believed the fraud so quickly? they didn’t have elemental energy buzzing at their fingertips, they didn’t have the respect of the world, only commanding people, those easily swayed by a similar face and lucky coincidences. they were nothing like you, you who held galaxies in your blood, you who created the sky and the seas and the creatures within, who created everything. who was everything.

…and now you were nothing. lost in the ley lines that frantically searched for a place to host your body, outrunning the hunt for the god of all. nothing, half conscious in the heart of the earth, within a cave that had cracked open for this very purpose. hidden, the entrance sealed by stone itself, only allowing in slimes that helped sustain you. how cruel, the skies wept, torrents of rain falling in punishment. the fraud barely left the palace anymore, which was only standing thanks to reinforcement from the geo archon. were it not for their lie, they would be dead a thousand times over, killed in every way you had.

but they were in the palace, hidden where the world could not reach. so stone cradled your body, carefully ensuring you still continued to breathe, leylines redirecting to offer energy. not awake, not asleep, stuck in a stasis while hell raged around you.

it’s alright. teyvat would have its revenge eventually. lightning would find its way into the palace, someone would bring something carrying elemental energy into the throne room, something. the fake would die and you would be born anew from the earth, weak and tired but alive, most importantly.

anemo brushes off dust that begins to settle in your clothes, hydro doing its best to soothe the cracks on your lips. geo rolls you over so you don’t bruise, dendro adjusting its net of vines to keep you stable.

eventually…

[hungharrington]

*clears throat* okay!!!!

but imagine the next time you two are apart (probably a day or two but it’s enough), imagine you decide to be the one that jumps him and kisses him all over and make sure you’re the first to say how much you missed him? you use his “how dare you get prettier” discourse on him and kiss him first and call him sweet names before you drag him home. poor boy would be flustered and with his cheeks on fire / pink and breathless and i bet he wouldn’t be able to form words 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

oh just y e s - 1.4k, gn!reader i believe, this fic describes a blowjob and as always, MDNI this entire blog is 18+

He's not expecting it. It makes it that much better.

When you sneak down the aisles of the Family Video and spot a certain ass, in a pair of tight jeans that should be illegal, bent over to reach the bottom shelf, your heart sings. You let Steve straighten up, watching him closely as he dusts off his hands and then places them on his hips, leaning into one. Classic Steve pose. You can't wait any longer.

You strike.

Striding down the aisle as quickly as you can, you reach out and grab his shoulders, using the momentum to propel yourself up and cling onto his back - like a piggyback he's given you a thousand times before. Steve startles, but even then, he catches you. Hands come up under your thighs and his face is holds a smidge of that bitchiness you love.

It wipes away in an instant when he realises who it is.

"Baby!" He exclaims, his grip on your skin tightening. Excitement lights up his features- softening when you grapple closer, kiss him on the cheek, and say, "surprise!" with your best grin.

"I thought you weren't—“

"—Coming back til the weekend?" You interrupt. You smother kisses along his jawline, anywhere you can. You're beginning to feel a bit breathless by the time you pull back to speak again and Steve's eyes look oddly misty in their fondness. "Missed you too much. Came back early."

Steve lets go of your thighs and without his support, you sink down his back sluggishly, hands still tangled around his neck. He's turning quickly, his hands seeking out to tug you closer. They slide up along your jaw, cupping it sweetly. "Can't kiss you when you're back there, c'mere,"

It's maddening, the way he kisses you. Plush lips capture yours, soft and sweet, his fingers creeping along your jawline. His fingertips slide into your hair, tightening to pull you even closer.

When he pulls back, his pink cheeks give away his delight. You beat him to the punch on his own spiel. A frown knits together your brows as you reach up to hold his face, palms to his blushing cheeks.

"Hold on," You say. Steve's face flickers with concern. You turn his face in your hand, side to side, just an inch. "I thought we agreed you weren't going to get any prettier?"

Steve's cheeks darken from pink to crimson and try as he might, he can't hide his giddy smile with you holding his face between your hands.

"Stop," he chuckles, rolling his eyes lightheartedly. You shake your head and try to deepen your frown; your smile peeks through.

"I'm serious, Steven—"

"—Not my real name—"

"—I thought you were gonna tone it down, pretty boy. " You pout, reaching up to dot a peck on his nose. Steve looks at you unbearably soft, his grip growing slack as you continue with a grave nod. "You're doing a number on my heart."

"You're being dramatic." Steve says and it makes you grin wider.

"You love it."

It only takes one disgusted bleh! from Robin, who witnessed most of your strangely heartwarming reunion, to send Steve home early. Steve doesn't push his luck, just sheds his vest and blows a kiss to her as he leads the way out the door. You call your thanks over your shoulder, hands on Steve's shoulders, ushering him with a quick little go-go-go!

He doesn't ask why you're in any kind of hurry. There's no need to ask. When your back into your apartment, the door snicking shut behind you, you're upon him. Hands pressed against his chest like a panther sinking its claw into its prey.

Your lips find his skin, hot and heavy kisses along his neck and you can feel the way he pulls you close, pressing you up against him. You can already feel the shape of his hardness against your thigh. Desire flares hot in your tummy.

Steve huffs a breathy laugh, "Always against the door, huh?"

"Can't help it," you whine between your kisses. You give his neck a little nip, then soothe it sweetly with your tongue, basking in the sigh Steve gives. "Missed you."

"I-" He inhales sharply when your teeth scrape in just the right way. "Fuck, I missed you too, honey."

Your hand creeps on his chest, traveling down, down, til you can feel the waistband on his jeans — and then you keep going, fingers wrapping around the shape of him. Steve gives a soft groan, his hips pushing forward in your hand.

"Can I show you?" You say, putting on that sweet voice that just kills Steve every time. Peering up at him through your lashes, you watch his breath catch and his cheeks stay that glorious ruby red colour. "Will you let me show you how much I missed you, Stevie?"

You pair your words with a soft rub of his cock and Steve moans softly, eyes screwing shut. You're already sinking to your knees by the time he's remembering you've asked him a question. "Yes, yes, please, yes, you can."

The zipper scrapes audibly as you pull it down, shuffling clothes enough just to free his cock. Your mouth salivates just a little at seeing it again, even if you had only been gone for a total of three days. It's already leaking for you.

"Oh," you say softly, your hand wrapping around the girth of him. You move slowly, gently, thumb coming up to rub over his slit and spread his precum. A string of curses and moans escape Steve's throat. His hands clench tightly at his side. "So hard for me already?"

You're teasing him, just a bit. It works exactly as you planned — Steve shivers, his cock giving a little twitch in your hand. His voice sounds strained already when he speaks, "Didn't —ah— didn't touch myself when you- you were gone."

Surprise blooms in your chest and sets a fire in your belly, thinking of him waiting for you when you were away. Determination licks at its heels. You give his cock a more purposeful squeeze, adoring how he whines in response and lean up and give the tip a kiss, then a soft lick.

He moans again, raspy and long as you wrap your lips around it, your mouth hot and wet and perfect. You drool on his cock, letting yourself get it soaked as you suck on it gently — not taking him as far as you can. Teasing. Steve’s breathing is beginning to sound jagged, little whiny noises seeping into every breath.

You pull off with a slurp and use the slickness of your saliva to jerk him, your hand twisting perfectly on his cock to pull the most sweet and pathetic little noises out of your boyfriend. Your pace is nearly cruel how slow it is. Steve doesn't even dare complain, especially not when you whisper his name so he opens his eyes— and he sees you looking at up him from your knees. Beautiful.

"S’missed you so much," you say again, rubbing over his slit as you do, and Steve feels that familiar flare of heat in his cheeks as he chokes out a whine. You nuzzle against his cock, soft lips giving the smallest of kitten licks to the head of it and Steve can’t help it, he keens, giving a loud whimper. His lust is equally entangled with adoration.

"Missed this cock too," you say, beginning to pump your hand a little faster. Steve’s breath catches. "Missed hearing all the noises you make when you cum, Stevie— y'gonna let me hear them again?"

"Yeah," He whines loudly, hips chasing your grip, fucking his cock into warm, wet hand. It feels fucking amazing. Pleasure claws at his chest, rising rapidly.

He doesn’t even sound like himself as the next string of words pours from his mouth, all high and breathy— he must be so wound up from being away from you, "Yes, yes, gonna- fuck, gonna give you anything— anything you want."

Slowing your hand, there's only a moment for Steve to whimper before you take him back in your mouth and start sucking, cheeks hollowing. Your hand on his cock trails up, giving a soft rake of nails along his thighs before giving a soft rub on his balls.

Steve shudders violently, a gaspy moan warbling out his chest and the only warning you get is his hushed whimpery whispers of, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," before he's spilling down your throat with a loud moan.

It drips from your mouth as you pull off, giving yourself some air as you take in the state of your boyfriend. It makes your feel down right carnal the way his looks slumped against the door, cheeks still coloured pink and pleasure written all over him.

You give him a minute before taking his softening cock back in your mouth, soft slow motions — Steve seizes up and whimpers loudly, hands reaching to pull you off him.

"Sensitive, christ," He pants a bit, gazing down at you. "S'too much, sweetheart."

You pout, turning to give his palm a little peck and give a little huff, then repeat your words from earlier. "Just missed you, baby. Won't you let me show you how much I missed you?"

Before you, Steve's cock twitches. You smile. It's going to be a long night.

[kineticallyanywhere]

Monkey’s Paw pages 140-143 ( START HERE || ao3 || previous || next ) AU after episode 62. The Omega Dads try a more desperate gambit, but   careful what you wish for. Our dads find alternate versions of themselves in a strange dreamscape. Ifyou die in the dream,doyou die in real life?

rubbing my grubby little hands together

[g4yforethan]

always forever

pairing: tate langdon x gn!reader

summary: reader moves into the murder house and encounters tate who is curious of the new owners

warnings: cursing, kissing

a/n: tate is not a criminal in this story i just find evan peters hot ! also i love y’all smmm!

you and your family had moved to los ángeles after a fire engulfed your previous house in flames. you never found out the cause of the fire but your mom put the blame on your dad for "leaving the stove on at night." you were also sad that you were going to leave your hometown and all of your friends but stayed optimistic for a new beginning. when you arrived at the house, you felt an energy. a strange energy. the house was victorian style and had lots of space. you could see why your parents chose it in the first place. after getting all your things inside, your parents went out on a date to celebrate the new move. they had invited you but you were too tired to go out and decided to stay in and order a pizza instead.

after getting into bed and watching a movie you hear a thud in your closet. you were scared but courage ran through your body and quickly opened it. there was a boy inside. you screamed for him to get out. "wow wow relax. i was just trying to see what cds you have here." he said as you back up from him scared. "first of all who are you and how the hell did you get into my house?!" you could've sworn you had locked all the doors so it was impossible for him to have snuck in. "let's just say i know all the ways to this house. i live right next door to you and seen plenty of people move into this house." "okay well then what are you doing in my room? and you never told me who you are."

"i told you i'm just tryna see what kind of albums you got here. not good ones though. and my name is tate. what's yours?" he got closer to you and now you could see he had blonde hair and soft skin. "i'm y/n. we just moved here today." tate started to move around your room and noticed some your posters that you had hung up on the wall. "mhm scary movies huh? i'm a big fan of friday the 13th." you laughed and found his sense of humor entertaining. "same the sequel's better to be honest. well my parents are coming home soon so maybe you should go." he gave a disappointed look at you. "sure i can't spend the night here? we could listen to some cds and maybe have a quick make out session or something?"

you were taken back by what he said but you couldn't deny the fact that he was exactly your type. "i mean we could listen to an album or two." his face lit up with excitement. the two of you sat on the floor listening to a rock album while tate discussed his life and asked you about why your family moved. "it was just a lot. i mean we never knew what caused the fire but we basically lost everything. i'm just nervous for this new part of my life and meeting new people and-" you started to tear up and tate took note of this and started to hug you. "hey hey. everything is gonna be okay alright? i mean it's gonna take time but at least you got me here so." you smiled and found comfort in tate. with his arms wrapped around you, the two of you locked eyes as your lips met his.

the two of you kiss for what seemed to be hours but it was a good 5 minutes of kissing. tate began to kiss your neck as you ran your hands through his hair. he lifted your shirt and placed his hands on your waist. “god you’re so beautiful.” he whispers in your ear as your face warms up and your cheeks turn red. he lays you on your back and starts to leave kisses and hickies on your chest and belly. his soft lips leaves you wanting more and more of his touch. his hands start to reach your zipper. “can i?” he asks you. you nod and he smiles and starts to unzip your pants.

all of a sudden, a knock on the door interrupts you two. “hey y/n we’re back home!” your dad yells outside from your room. you look at tate in fear while tate has a calm look on his face. “oh my god you have to go now!” your dad starts to open the door and you close your eyes and cringe in fear. “hey honey is everything okay?” you open yours eyes and look around your room. tate was gone. he was there just a second ago. “uh yeah i just woke up right now.” your dad asks you to come downstairs for leftovers. you agree and look around your room. how did he do it? you look in front of you. “boo!” it was tate. “oh my fucking god tate! how did you hide so quickly?” “let’s just say i know this house a little too well.” he leans in for a quick kiss before disappearing again into thin air.

[ch0wen]

Well, since you asked... I'd like to know how are you?? Also... some fluffy sexy time Tangerine x reader after reader had a partcularly bad day? Only if you want!

Hiya! Sorry for the delay but I am doing so so well! I truly appreciate everyone's feedback and interactions with my fics. It just feels so nice logging in every day and seeing that people simply are reading my stories. I also am so happy you reached out with this request. I hope I created something you like 🤗

Tangerine x Reader warnings: 18+ (minors dni) & oral m receiving

“T?”

Your arms are pulling off your coat before the front door could swing fully closed. A pause to check out your features in the hallway mirror, while you hung your snow-spattered coat onto the hook. Your frowning lips form into a pout.

Dark under eyes contrast with your pale skin. The texture of your hands feels dry from the frigid weather, and your bones are achy from overexertion. Also, your hair could do for a brushing. You look exhausted. It doesn’t help that for the past two days you’ve been called in to work on your arranged time off. But how could you say no? Your boss needed the extra help. It also means more money coming in. And you’re a people pleaser. Those are all valid reasons as to why you’ve come home looking like absolute shit today.

“I’m in the den!”

With his name just on the tip of your tongue; Tangerine is calling back from deeper within the apartment. You run your fingers through your hair to subdue some flyaways before following the sound of his voice.

Tangerine glances over the book he’s holding to greet you with a warm smile. It feels as if your body sags heavier with a wave of relief washing through you. He brings you so much comfort without saying a word. Being in his presence is enough to relax a racing mind or post-work funk.

He’s sat in his softest pair of black sweatpants and a simple white T-shirt. Tangerine is known to be a classy man with a great fashion sense. Hell, he dresses up in three-piece pinstripe suits just for his hits with Lemon. Yet you would argue he always has looked his best in his pajamas, or naked. Because it means he’s home with you. With no looming threats, except for the faux argument over who has to wash the dishes after dinner. These are the moments of silence he gets to enjoy when the second he walks out of the building for work the tensions rise. You love that for him. You’re always the happiest knowing he gets times like these for himself, or when he wants to share them with you.

He leans in to close the space between you both to place a couple pecks to your lips. After, you throw yourself onto the couch cushions next to him. Your body squirms to lay on your side with your cheek propped on his lap.

“Tough day then, hm?”

Your groan into his sweatpants is enough of a confirmation for his question. His body rumbles with a chuckle at your antics and you feel a hand squeeze your shoulder.

“Tell me about it, baby. Maybe venting will help?”

“God, no. They’re all insufferable. I don’t want to spoil my mood even more.”

His hand trails up your neck and into your hair. He’s carding his fingers through as he probably goes back to reading his novel. You close your eyes and hum softly in appreciation of this soothing method. His hand smooths over your head. Running his fingers through your hair and squeezing a small fistful to try to be comforting. Which in turn, makes you instinctively whine a bit. He clearly gets entertained by that and repeats the pattern.

“Instead of me talking about my coworkers. I feel like I have a better idea with what I can do to occupy my mouth.”

You move your head slightly to get out of the path of your creeping hand; Gliding past his knee, over this thigh, only to rest to cup his bulge. You mimic his actions by giving him a soft squeeze. The sound of Tangerine abruptly closing his book almost muffled his weak moan. A smile spread across your face while propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him.

“Shouldn’t I be the one helping you relax?”

“This will," you reassure him.

It’s too late for all that back and forth now when his cock is betraying him by standing tall in his sweats. You could almost nestle your face into the tight fabric around his crotch, but you want to make him feel good not torture him with slow foreplay.

You push down his pants and boxers; bunching them up around his thighs. Moving them away from the target just enough for it to have the ability to spring free. You lick your lips before moving ever so slightly to repeat the action on his raging red tip. Little licks - once, twice, three times before you bob your head down teasingly. Moving back up to focus your ministrations on his head again.

Tangerine lulls his head back to the feeling of the sticky heat from your mouth tightly suckling on his swollen tip. Then, without warning, you're taking the entirety of him into your wet mouth. He lets out a grunting shout of pleasure.

It's hot, and he's perfectly happy to let you know how much he appreciates this with his hearty groans. His hand which was resting in your hair tightens into a fist. Not as gentle as before but not demanding either. Right now, he was using his grip to urge you down without pushing you too far past your limits. You found his touch soothing; grounding even. And although the act you're performing is sinful, there is a hint of tranquility in this whole situation.

Your act is bringing him comfort. Warmth spreads in your belly as you're reminded you're currently sharing some of those fleeting, precious moments with him. It's a bit cheesy to be thinking all this sappy shit with his cock in your mouth but it's a physical confirmation he's safe out of harm's way at home with you.

[drowningyoursorrow]

WHITE FERRARI

tate langdon x gn! reader

You reminisce about your lover, the days that you spent together during your years of being high school sweethearts. And on how it ended so quickly and so suddenly. You've grown older and as soon as you did, you left where the both of you resided immediately, the remembrance of him pained you. In hopes for one last connection, you buy his childhood home, which was now abandoned. Slowly you started to feel as if you see him everywhere, maybe it was your imagination.

!!!: kissing? violence (guns, shooting, death, etc.) & minor mentions of drugs W/C: 3.5k

TATE LANGDON was his name, at first in the beginning, before the two of you first met you thought of him as sort of odd. He didn't really fit in, almost as if he didn't want to in a way. He had the looks, god he had the looks, short blonde hair and his dark eyes that made you still. You never really interacted with groups and sort of did your own thing, just minding your own business. Occasionally, you'd encounter Tate, you decided to only interact with him when it's really necessary.

You never really judged him, you just didn't want to partake in any social cliques and didn't have any friends really. Tate seemed to sense this, and it furthered his sudden interest in you, although you two weren't entirely similar. He felt a bond with you, you didn't feel it or didn't acknowledge it at first, and that was fine with him. He would study you from afar and felt as if you didn't belong with anybody here but him, but he was far too scared to interact with you. You felt the same, but you believed that he was constantly judging you whenever his brown orbs locked with yours.

Soon the two of you would look for each other in the rows of people crowding the long hallways. Forming a silent connection with one another, and slowly you would begin to openly communicate with each other. Just small hi's and hello's, yet both of you wanted to say more but never knew how to say it. Tate was smart, but that didn't seem to be his main catching point. No, it was the shy smiles he would give you once you two would sit together in the cafeteria.

It was how he would talk about how high school was just boring as ever and that the only two people that matter. Were you two. You were perfect in his eyes, everything that he's ever dreamed of, you didn't fit in, and you didn't want to. Just like him. It was almost as if you two were meant to be together, but you didn't realize it as quickly as he did.

And he was gladly willing to wait, I mean the two of you weren't even dating yet, so who was he to tell? Your relationship together did grow, eventually spending more time and time together. You always hung out at your place, him never wanting to be at his and finding comfort in your room. He loved everything about it, he loved everything about you, he loved everything you did and said. He was so infatuated with you.

As you were with him, it wasn't because he was different, it was because he simply was himself. He always sought safety with you, and you gladly provided that solitude for him. Tate was truly the most beautiful person that your eyes could ever lay on, his boyish charm drawing you in. He always made sure that you felt comfortable and swore to do everything to protect you from those judging eyes. It didn't matter to either of you on how you appeared to the rest of the world, only mattering to each other.

Eventually, both of you wanted more, but Tate was too in his head about it, so you decided to make the first move. He finally let you come to his house, but only when his mother wasn't home. You remember how he would cry to you about his troubles and worries with her, you despised the woman deeply. You remember him telling you about how his dad left, not really wanting to talk about it. And you never pushed.

You traced the items in his room, observing every corner and every object that you could come into contact with. He only watched you do so, basking in your presence, content with you being in his closure. Eventually, you seated yourself at the end of his bed, him crawling to lay beside you. Resting his head on your lap and placed your hands in his hair. You brushed through his golden locks and felt him ease into you, as he stared at you with those eyes.

You felt your chest tighten and butterflies fill your stomach, the feeling was new, so you turned away from him. Furthermore, you placed your hands on your side and closed your eyes, releasing a profound sigh. You hated that he looked at you--as if he was in love with you because you… you wanted him to. He quickly sat up and stared up at you, worry taking over his features, overthinking the situation. You felt him tense up beside you, knowing it was his insecurities taking over.

Opening your eyes, you looked at him and just gave a smile, it was enough to ease him but not enough to calm him. You thought for a moment, finally deciding to let your feelings take over. Lifting his palm, you placed it over your face and lightly kissed the end of his fingertips. Tate didn't know what to do, he only stared in awe as you let his hand cradle the side of your face. You stared ahead for a moment as Tate observed your features, wanting to know what you were thinking; what you'd do next.

He didn't expect tears to fall from your eyes as you trembled just beneath him, he perked up and held you more steadily. He was more concerned now and yet even though you were crying, he didn't see any hint of sadness on your features. Only disappointment, which he thought was far worse. Instead, he let you sob into his shoulder and grip onto him as if he was going to leave you any second. He could only whisper words of affirmations into your shoulder as tears also escaped him, the image of seeing you cry made him ache.

You both held onto each other, letting everything out that the two of you bottled and hid away from one another. Only then did you look at him in the eyes, wiping away the tears that slid down his face mournfully. And let the words escape you, "I think I love you." He stilled underneath you, a mix of emotions taking over his features, he was scared to do or say anything. In case you tried to change your mind, you took his quietness the wrong way and retreated away from him.

This made Tate scared, so he quickly, without thinking, reached over to you and kissed you. He kissed you as if you two were dying in each other's arms, and this was the last moment the both of you shared together. It was messy and horrible, but the feeling the both of you shared made up for all of it. You two belonged with each other. You both just rested your foreheads together, childish giggles escaping the both of you as you smiled.

It was like the both of you just received candy for the first time, it was like you two achieved the world together. You two only stayed there for a moment before laying back down together in each other's embrace. Oh, how you wish you could stay at this moment forever together, just with each other. Eventually you two had to depart, but instead of being sullen, you both looked forward to what is to come. Tate was over the moon that night, finally achieving the person of his dreams, he replayed the moment you two shared over and over again; before he eventually fell asleep.

The days and months passed by, and it was all wonderful, the time you two would share together. All the new things that you could finally do with one another, the dates were remarkable. You never thought you could love someone like you loved Tate, and he never thought he can love someone like you again. The ache that he always felt was eventually filled with you and you only, he made you feel like you really did matter. You two were just love sick fools, and it was the best thing in the world.

The years moved forward and everything began to change, and so did the both of you, for the better and for the worse. You decided to focus more with your studies, which meant less time for Tate, and he didn't enjoy it. Not one bit, he would try to reason with you, but he just wouldn't listen, he didn't understand. He didn't care about school, he just cared about you, and that was the problem. He brushed off on how difficult it was for you in school, it was easy for him because of his natural intelligence.

Every time he told you that you'd be fine, you felt as if he was condescending you because it was all just so easy for him. He couldn't understand you, and you began to not be able to understand him. Fights began to become frequent, and you couldn't take it anymore, you loved him, you really did, but you needed to focus on yourself. Before you could focus on him, and he didn't get that concept, so asking for a break wasn't easy. It was hard for the both of you, but Tate handled it worse than you did.

You sat him down in his room and stood before him, Tate suspected what this was about, yet he couldn't come to terms with it. So when your tone shifted to more serious, and you avoided eye contact with him, he denied everything you said. He wouldn't listen and began to sob hysterically and breaking everything he could reach, he couldn't accept it, he didn't want to. Tate wasn't listening to you, so you just decided to leave, you couldn't handle this. He fell to his knees and grabbed onto you, breaking down as he clung onto your legs.

He eventually let you go, and you turned away from his cries, this was only for a moment, you'll be back. But did he know that? You haven't heard from him ever since that day, he stopped showing up to the school. And he didn't reply to your calls and messages, maybe you shouldn't have done this. You began to regret your decision.

After a month or so he reappeared again, a black coat adorning his frame as he strutted past you, almost as if you weren't there. His expression was off, and he seemed out of it, usually he was, but not like this. It was unsettling. You brushed it off, just glad that he was finally back. You headed off to the library to study, since it was quieter there and you could relax peacefully.

You were settled into a corner of the room before you heard a loud noise, you looked around and everyone seemed just surprised as you were. Before it was heard again and screaming from the distance, it finally clicked. Those were gunshots. Everyone in the library began to panic, and the teacher tried to barricade the doorways as everyone hid in separate areas. You quickly rushed under two desks and enclosed in between chairs as silence took place. Then there it was, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the library, you were terrified.

What scared you more was if Tate was hurt, he was always quick, so you hoped for the best. You hoped for his safety. Then you heard crashing and banging, you shook and held in your cries. Then there it was, they got in. You could only hold your breath as you heard the steps circle around the room.

And before you knew it, you heard mumbling, then a frantic voice and then a bang. You couldn't believe this, you didn't want to, you heard more yelling and pleads and just held your head in between your arms. You didn't want to die, not like this, you still wanted to reconcile with Tate. You still wanted to be with him. Through your fingers, you could see the corpses, but you couldn't see the perpetrator.

Fear took through you as you suddenly realized that they were standing before you, peering through the chairs. And you felt your heart stop, there stood the boy you loved for years. His once beautiful and soul driven eyes staring downward at you, lifeless. You stilled, and you felt tears cascade down your face as a pained expression took place. All you could do was shake and mouth a silent, why?

His expression didn't change, and the gun still was held within his grip as he took in your features. You only cowered beneath him and closed your eyes, sorrowfully content with dying by the hands of your beloved. But the more you waited, there was nothing, eventually you opened your eyes and no longer stood Tate. He was gone. You soon heard the wailing of sirens and the cries of students and teachers, you only laid frozen.

Why hadn't he shot you?

...

Years have passed, and the question still played in your mind, the guilt hasn't subsided. Why were you the surviving victim? Eventually you did grow from it and as soon as you turned 18 you left L.A, you stayed in a different city for a while before you returned. You didn't want to keep running away, you needed to confront it, yet it was still difficult. You stood in front of the house before you, it's much older now but still looked the same as before.

It was his house, you thought if you bought the place it would bring comfort to you. But it only felt unsettling when you stepped inside, you heard what happened to him right after the shooting. Being gunned down, before you couldn't even think about, but now it just leaves a bitter taste at the tip of your tongue. Exploring the house and the rooms, you felt as if you were already being watched, ever corner you turned. Ghostly eyes following your figure.

You've heard of deaths correlated with this house yet for some reason you weren't so scared about dying here. You eventually brushed away the thought and settled with staying in a different room, not wanting to sleep in his. That was the only difficult part in being in the house, so to distract yourself you got a job. You were gone most of the time, this time you decided you needed a few drinks with your coworkers. Eventually, you came stumbling home in a drunken state and laid in which room was the closest.

You felt the sheets beneath you as you tried to make sense of where you were, realization hit you as you gathered your senses. It was his room. Everything seemed to be the same beside minor differences, someone else must've lived here before. You could imagine his faint smell and basked in it for just a moment, you peered up as it felt like someone was staring down at you. There he was looking down at you, he held a confused expression, you shrieked and curled away from him.

Holding your head as you tried to recollect yourself, just telling your imagination to go away. It was silent, then he was gone. Were you hallucinating? Unsure of what to make up of what just happened, you just silently cried as you buried yourself into the bed. You missed him terribly, although you shouldn't, you cried yourself to sleep that night.

A ghost watched over you, he could only really stare from afar, afraid to scare you like he did before. Oh, how he wanted to hold you once more, he's spent so long without you, and he finally had you again. He couldn't ruin this, your absence broke him deeply and still hadn't fully moved on from you. He tried to with someone new, violet, but he knew in his core that he wouldn't love anybody like you. It ended as soon as it began, and now he had you again.

You awoke abruptly, the sun radiating through the room's window, were you dreaming last night? Brushing it off, you stumbled out of bed and went back into your room. Ever since then, every night when you would return home, there he stood, looking down at you. You could never make out what type of expression he was making, but it always felt mournful, you were too scared to reach out back to him. But as the months passed by, you stopped trying to hide and push away the remembrance of him.

One particular night when he would appear once more, just to check up on you, too scared to do anything more or less. You reached toward him this time, instead of telling him to go way, and held him gently as you observed his features. He avoided your gaze but let himself melt into your touch, he missed this. Even if this was just your imagination, you loved every second of it, he looked the same as he did before. "I've dreamed of this," was all you said as you held him a little longer, before eventually pulling away.

This felt torturous to the both of you, and you knew you shouldn't do this to yourself, he was only your imagination. So you let go, you pushed him away as you closed your eyes, and he could only stare down at you. He wanted to hold you like he used to, but he knew better, time will tell. Eventually he did show up more around different areas of the house, and you just took it as you slowly becoming crazy. Because he never spoke to you, only stared and let you do what you wanted while he was in your presence.

You didn't mind going insane, only if you could see and feel him a bit more, maybe then it wouldn't be so bad. This time you stared at his dark irises, taking in his form, he hasn't changed, just as you remembered him. "You know, I couldn't bare to say your name after what you did. I was too scared, I felt too guilty to even utter the first letter." Silence overtook you as his expression shifted into remorse, you didn't take notice, instead you continued.

Turning away from him, your throat began to feel dry as you stared forward, not wanting to look at him anymore. You buried your face into the palms of your hands as tears slowly began to take over. "Why'd you do it? Why would you do that? Was it because of me? Did I push you too far? Why would you leave me alive? Why...?" You didn't expect an answer, and you didn't get one, sobs raked through you as you clung onto yourself. What you didn't suspect was him to envelop you into a hug, something familiar.

You let him hold you, a strange feeling taking over you, he was physically there yet he felt so cold. "Why can't you be real?" Was all you muttered before you pushed him away from you and headed out the front door, needing some air. He tried to say something, but his words were caught in his throat as he watched you leave, time will tell entered his mind once more. You came home late that night, only to discover he was where you left him, patiently waiting for your return.

You only gave him a short glance before heading back to your room, letting your thoughts consume you. Staring upward at the ceiling before, you felt a dip in the mattress beside you. He was curled next to you but kept his distance on the bed, not wanting to bother you. He just wanted to be near you. You thought for a moment, slipping your arms around him and pulled him closer to your frame.

Holding him like you used to, a content sigh escaped his lips, relishing in the sentimental feeling. He missed this more than anything, you just holding him and comforting him, it was all he needed. You shakily kissed his forehead and let yourself cherish this moment, you really wished this was real. But you knew he would be gone by morning, and you would go busy yourself once more. "I love you."

The words unconsciously slipped through your lips as sleep took over, and you held him closer. He didn't say anything, he wanted to, but he knew if we were to he would have to answer questions he didn't want to answer. Sure, he was selfish for acting like he couldn't speak to you, but eventually he was going to have to. So, he was going to enjoy this as long as he could, and maybe he will come clean about his whole being dead thing. Just above a whisper, he hid into your arms for more closure, "I love you too."

He hoped you wouldn't have heard his confession, but you had, and a small smile formed on your lips. You would take all the drugs in the world just to keep seeing him and being near him. He was all you ever really did want in this godforsaken world, it was a blessing and a curse. Because in the end all you two ever wanted in the world was each other, one way or another you both were going to achieve it. What you didn't know was that maybe Tate Langdon wasn't just your imagination.

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- I am back from writer's block, hope this was a sufficient apology - Frank Ocean is my soul honestly - Briefly proofread (skimmed) - Maybe a part two if I'm feelin it

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[marchsfreakshow]

Heartache In Him {JPM x Reader}

Requested by anon <3

You broke up with James 2 years ago because of The Countess. But Liz invites you back to help her and Sally.

Your perspective

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2 Years Ago

"James, why the fuck would you hide this from me?"

"We have a deal we made my dear. It's been that way since we married." James sighed, staring at me. I stared daggers back, unable to see why it doesn't count as cheating.

James was married. He had been married for his whole undead life, to the woman in the room up top. I didn't know her, I only caught glimpses of her, and even then she was gone in a flash. Sure she was pretty, but, there was just something about her I couldn't pinpoint. It was odd, and encapsulating. I just shook my head off at the thought of her. "That doesn't matter! If you're going to date me I think it's pretty fucking important you tell me you're married to someone!!"

"She sleeps not with me. She has one person she sleeps with, and who helps her feed." James kept his cool, but I had an inkling he was as pissed as I was. I gritted my teeth and grabbed my bag. I wasn't staying here for long anyway, let alone any longer with a man who had a cheating wife.

Storming out, I heard Liz and Sally worry, but I didn't look back at them, James was behind me. "I hope you enjoy your awful fucking marriage, James." I flipped him off as I went outside and called for a taxi.

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Now

I stared at the entrance to the Hotel Cortez. Liz had invited me back. It hadn't changed, so I doubted the dull and dingy inside would have changed either. A heavy sigh left my lips as I pushed open the door, and the energy of the place changed. It was odd, and like someone could sense I walked in. "Y/N, it's good to see you again," Sally said from the other side of the hall. I made a smile as I rushed up to her and hugged her tightly. She barely hugged me back, but I knew she missed me. "Why did you come back? I thought you dumped the murder ass."

I groaned and pointed up to Liz who was at the bar and distracted by her own thoughts and a can of coke. She was a beautiful lady I'll admit that. I took Sally's arm in mine, keeping my friend close, and still holding my bag with my free hand. "Oh Y/N! I'm so glad you're here." Liz grinned, it made me smile, and I sat down at the bar, immediately leaning on my hand.

"It's...okay to be back I guess. Still not sure what I think of the place now it stinks like cheating and death."

As soon as I said that, on the other side of the Hotel not to my knowledge, James was throwing a body away. He wasn't worried that the growing pile seemed to just get bigger and more prominent throughout the 2 years I had been gone. Maybe it was to work through me leaving him. Either way, the smell of everything hit me, death was the most common in this hotel. "Well, I'd like it if you could help with bartending occasionally. Restocking the little snacks and all." Really? That was it? I thought it was going to be more than that. I nodded though, happy to just see my friends again. But we heard footsteps. I wasn't the type of person to be able to tell whose footsteps were whose, Liz does though it seems.

"Y/N. Under the bar, quick." She hissed, I just nodded, and dashed behind the bar, hiding the best I could. It was James. Fuck. He stopped, I didn't know what was going to happen. "What?"

"Hm." James attempted to carry on walking, but he tripped over something. Oh. Shit. My bag. "Who's bag this?" He asked, pointing at it with his stick.

"It was left here, I'll take it to lost and found later. Not like anyone comes back anyway." Sally chimed in, taking a long, dramatic puff of her cigarette. James made another 'hm' and walked away. I let out a sigh, but it was loud, and he stopped in his tracks again.

"What was that?" He asked, and walked around to where Liz was, and saw me trying to hide behind Liz. Well, shit. "Y/N?" Awkwardly, he took hold of my arm and pulled me up trying to hug me, but I just pushed him away, avoiding his gaze.

"Leave us." He kept looking at me and waved to Sally and Liz. They slowly walked away, looking concerned. I almost shrank back, I didn't want them to leave, but I knew avoiding James the whole time would only cause more trouble. The aura of the whole place changed again, it almost seemed less dim. Was it because James had seen me? Either way, I just turned away from him, but he persisted. "Y/N, what are you doing back?"

"You made my reason leave." I didn't want to say much to him, so I tried to slip next to him so I could grab my bag and run. James was faster and harshly gripped my arms, keeping me leaning back on the bar.

"Will you stay?"

"No. You had a wife. I've found out about her. She's a fucking psycho"

"Like what I do isn't more psychotic?" James smirked, he was still attractive, but I didn't want to show him that, he would use that against me. "You find her a monster, yet you were so attracted to me by my killings, I know nothing could change that my dear."

"Don't call me that." That was all I could say back. I was still avoiding his eyes, yet he placed his hand just under my chin, on the top of my neck, he had me wrapped around his finger, and we both knew it. Even after 2 years, I couldn't shake The Countess from my thoughts. It was like she had the whole hotel wrapped around her gloved, long fingers, twisting words so they made sense to her. "Can you just...leave me now James?"

"Oh, we both know you don't want that my sweet bird." He left the word bird on my neck, his breaths making me tingle. But, he let me go. I felt frozen, I couldn't move even if he had just basically made it so I couldn't move. "Why don't you just kiss me hmm? I've missed our lips being connected so." He had me in a small corner, and he was fucking proud of himself. Proud that he had me in his little heart again. I felt fucking weak for letting myself drop my barriers for the murderer.

With that feeling, and me looking at the ground like a worried madman, he held me again and kept our faces close, the anticipation of him kissing me almost killing me. "I've killed nearly every hotel guest that came in, who resembled you Y/N. It was exhilarating as it was annoying.

"Fuck your killing addiction." Our noses were touching, the tension reaching every corner of the room. Every inhabitor of the hotel could feel it even if they were on the other side of the room. Like fuck I was giving in to him. My breaths were quick, heavy. His, calm and collected.

It happened.

One of us gave in and our lips were mashed together. His hands resting between on the top of my hips, mine holding the back of his neck. The feeling of tension had been cut once we kissed, almost like a sigh. Internally I was having arguments. I'm a fucking idiot for kissing this murderer. But oh god he was hot, and I missed the way he kissed me. And he was just as good as ever. Soon though, James pulled away, he could tell I was yelling at myself. "You have no reason to yell at yourself my darling hummingbird."

I still did so anyway. "You still taste the same." He added, starting to walk away. I was so entranced by what happened, I didn't realise my feet were following him, and I picked up my bag. Next to nothing had changed in his room.

But soon I woke up in James' bed, him already gone.

Well fuck.

[hotchs-big-hands]

https://www.tumblr.com/miss--river/734723290334199808/anyone-know-that-reddit-post-about-a-girl-whos-gf

when i say i want to love aaron i mean i want to really love aaron.

NO SERIOUSLY 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Just... Taking care of him, nonsexual intimacy like this is smth that'll make that man crumble because my god, he's had to be so strong and the superior one with him being unit chief, being strong for Jack and feeling like he had to always be strong around you too. But then you soothingly bathe him, either standing in the shower or sitting with him between your legs in the tub massaging shampoo and conditioner onto his scalp and/or gently scrubbing his skin as you wash him and he just crumbles.

He apologises, he doesn't know why he's crying. But you just say "it's okay." And he just melts, his body relaxes fully and he lets out little whimpers and sniffles as he cries in your arms. You let him take as long as he needs, continuing to bathe him and massage him, rubbing soothing circles over his back and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. Later, when you've helped him towel himself dry and pull on some pjs he cuddles you, burying his nose in the nape of your neck and mumbles the softest 'thank you' ever 🥺

He just needs that so, so badly holy fuck.

[yandereunsolved]

✧ Yandere Violet Harmon ✧

"Happy birthday, Violet! I know you're dead but I got you a present."

"You finally dropped those worthless friends of yours and decided to only hang with me?"

"N-no."

"Hmm... you are going to promise to improve your shitty music taste and let me cuddle you?"

"Hey! My music taste isn't that bad. You already hang near me whenever my family isn't around."

"What is it, then?"

"That ghost boy, Tate, I think his name is... told me your favorite flavor of cake, so I made it for you and made you a card! Oh, oh, and a friendship bracelet. Since you always get moody when I'm gone, I figured the bracelet could keep you company."

"Tate?"

I told him to go away and stay away from you. Why is that annoying mass murderer taking up your time? Why is he spending time around you? I've already told the other ghosts to stay away from you. I already warned him that I wouldn't even look his way if he interacted with you.

"Yeah, Tate? Anyways, surprise! Happy birthday!"

"God, thank you, but your presence is more than enough in this insufferable house. I was going to die again from boredom, but then your family moved in. You saved me from such a terrible existence. Just promise me one thing."

"What?"

"Promise me that you'll stay away from Tate and that you'll never move out of this godawful house."

"Violet, I understand being trapped in this house may be hard but I have college and life."

"It's my birthday. It's just such a little tiny thing. I do so much for you. Can't you just give me this?"

"I mean— uhm."

"Promise me."

[divineruler]

VULNERABLE ~ Colin Zabel

REQUESTED BY @spill-the-t

Heyy ✌🏼🤍 I dunno if you’re doing requests at the time, but I loved that one Colin smut so much aaah 😭 Wanted to ask if you could do another Colin smut, maybe a little bit more kinky yk😏 I’ll let you run free with your ideas

-- GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

WARNINGS- Sub!Colin, Dom!Reader, restraints, hand-job, blow-job, edging, overstimulation

WORDS- 1.5K

Colin grunted as he felt you tighten the rope wrapped around his hands, fastening them tightly to the bed frame. 

“How does that feel, baby?” You asked, walking down to the end of his bed to tie up his legs. 

“G-Good, I think.” He stuttered, his face turning bright red. 

“No need to be nervous baby, I’ll go gentle on you. I promise” You winked, dancing your fingertips down his bare chest making him squirm. Colin took deep breaths. His brain was running at a mile a minute, both due to anticipation and genuine nervousness. He had never let you go this far before. But tonight he was giving up all control, tonight he belonged to you. 

You stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at your hard work. Colin’s hand and feet were securely tied to the bed posts. You ran your eyes down his body, starting at his beat-red face. His blush quickly spread down his chest, stopping at the bottom of his ribcage. You bit your lip, tracing your fingers down his happy-trail to the tent in his white boxers. His cock was already standing at attention and you hadn't even touched him yet. He was rock hard with anticipation, at the thought of what you might do to him now that he was rendered completely vulnerable. 

“So hard for me already?” You teased, running light fingertips down to the elastic band of his boxers. “What a little slut.” He gulped, his cock twitching. You got him so worked up. You didn’t even have to lay a finger on his body, just your words made him come undone. You smirked, looping a single finger under his waistband. Slowly peeling back his boxers, you got a quick peek at his angry red tip. He gasped as the cold air of the room hit his leaking cockhead, groaning as another bead of precum oozed from his tip. “Already leaking for me baby? God damn, you’re so pathetic” He couldn’t find the words to reply, he just looked up at you with desperate teary eyes. “These boxers are kind of tight, right? Does it hurt baby? Does your cock want to be free?” You looked down at him with sympathetic eyes, before reaching into your back pocket and pulling out the utility knife you stole from his coat pocket. “Let’s get you a little more comfortable. You smirked, pulling the fabric of his boxers away from his thigh before cutting the fabric up towards the waistband. He grunted, eyes glued on your quick movements with the knife. His heart raced as you cut the underwear off his body, the sharp point of the knife just inches away from his throbbing length. Flipping the knife closed and throwing it on the floor by the bed, you ripped the remaining fabric, leaving him completely exposed. His cock twitched as it stood at attention, bright red and begging for you. 

“Does that feel better bitch? Now that your needy fucking cock is on display?” He swallowed thickly before nodding. His hips involuntarily bucked off the mattress in a desperate search for stimulation. “Oh I don’t think so.” You yelled, expertly slapping his cock. He moaned in pain, arms fighting against the restraints as he impulsively tried to grab between his legs. “You’re such a little slut, can’t even wait for me to touch you. Good boys wait their turn, okay?” You ran soothing hands up his thighs and over his abdomen, trying to soothe the aching in his stomach. “I’m sorry baby, but needy boys have to be punished.” You ran your hands back down to the base of his cock, slowly wrapping a loose fist around his shaft. You could feel his manhood throbbing like velvet steel under your fingertips. You began to move your fist up and down his length, expertly twisting your hand around his tip making him whimper and squirm under you. He threw his head back, bottom lip pinched between his teeth. You slowed your movements before spitting on his tip, watching your saliva drip down his cock. Your movements were now slick and fast, making Colin see stars. He threw his head back, arms and legs flexing against the restraints. 

“No, eyes up here slut. You’re going to look me in the eyes as I make you cum.” You demanded, working your fingers tightly around his leaking tip. A deep groan ripped from his chest as he tilted his head to look you in the eyes. You gave him a sly wink as you brought your lips down to his cock head, your tongue teasing his sensitive slit. His legs jerked, tears forming in his eyes as you wrapped your lips around his tip, your hands still working his shaft. He wasn’t even trying to control his volume at this point, he was moaning and swearing as you brought him to the edge. A familiar heat began to spread through his body, making his hips stutter. 

“I-I’m going to-” He started, getting cut off as you stopped jerking him and squeezed tightly around his base, interrupting his orgasm. He groaned, tilting his head back as the tingle in his stomach and the tightness in his swollen balls faded. You grited your teeth, holding his base tight you slapped his manhood once again. 

“I said eyes on me bitch. You get to cum when I say so, got it?” You yelled, smirking as a bead of precum dripped down his cock. He tilted his head back up, struggling to keep his eyes open as the pain pulsed through his abused manhood. “There you go, very good slut.” You slowly began to stroke his length again, by this point he was so hypersensitive it didn’t take long before he was back on the edge. You stroked him hard and fast, reaching your free hand down to cup his balls. “You’re so swollen for me baby.” He nodded, whimpering as you squeezed him in your hand. “Do you want to cum for me slut?” You asked, working your fist quickly at his tip. You could tell by the way his legs were shaking and how his cock twitched in your grip that he was close. “Beg for it.”

“P-Please,” He started, his voice cracking. “Please l-let me cum.” He whispered, desperately trying to maintain eye contact. “Please -fuck- please,” He grunted as you squeezed his balls tightly in your fist. You kept him on the edge for just a little bit longer. 

“What are you?” You asked, looking him right in his pathetic teary eyes. 

“A slut.” He whimpered, “I’m a dirty l-little slut” 

“Very good,” You released your grip on his balls and began to jerk him with both hands. “Cum for me, you dirty little slut.” You looked him in the eyes as he came undone in your hands, his cock flexing as he came in ropes across his chest.

“F-fuck -oh god- fuck,” He cried as the tight knot in his stomach came undone. He struggled to keep his eyes open as his body shook and twitched through his orgasm. 

 “There you go baby, just like that” You praised as you worked him through his release. But you weren’t quite done with him yet. You suddenly wrapped your lips around his tip sucking the last drops of cum out of his softening cock, overstimulating his hypersensitive tip. 

“No, no too much,” He cried, the dam of tears behind his eyes breaking. “F-fuck too much.” Pins and needles danced along his arms and legs as he fought against the restraints, the ropes leaving angry red burns in their path. He sobbed as his brain turned to TV static, tears leaking down his flush red cheeks. You finally decided the poor boy had enough, pulling his abused cock out of your mouth. 

“That was so good baby, you did so well for me.” You praised as you began to untie his arms and legs from the bedframe, rubbing his fresh burns soothingly. He was still a blissed-out mess, staring up at the ceiling as warm tears streamed down his face. His abused cock sat half-hard, twitching against his stomach. “Can you sit up for me baby?” You asked, running a hand through his hair. He nodded, finally blinking, catching your gaze. You helped him up with a soothing hand on his back, your hands like cool metal on his burning hot skin. You quickly ran to go grab him a glass of water. He tried to grab the glass, but his hands were still shaking. You held the back of his head, guiding the cool rim of the glass to his lips as he drank. Whispering calming praise in his ear. “How are you doing baby?” You asked as you guided a fresh pair of boxers up his legs. He nodded, giving you a thumbs up, still too blissed out to speak. “How does a warm bath sound, baby?” You asked, whipping stray tears off his face. He smiled up at you, nodding his head.

“A bath sounds p-perfect.” 

[cyellolemon]

Dragon Quest V have been one of my favorite games ever since i'm a kid and uh. You have to choose among 3 girls your wife and have kids with her but the thing is that i want the mc to marry his more or less childhood friend Harry, and if you make him trans it can be 100% coherent with the scenario. So here we are

[monarchisms]

i was so caught up in the euphoria of a new gta iv cops and crooks let's play in 2023, that for like a minute, i forgot we live in a world where there's a possibility where matt's heist in gta v may never exist

[auroracalisto]

do you trust me?

michael langon x gn!reader, 265 words tw: i genuinely don't have any warnings for this one a/n: this is short. might continue. maybe not.

"Are you scared?" he asked, a faint smile showing.

He was beautiful—unlike the others that you were stuck in the outpost with. In fact, he was the only person in this godforsaken place that made your heart beat out of your chest. Your body trembled, your legs moving on their own accord when you saw him.

But were you scared of him? Of this absolute stranger you didn't know existed until just a few days ago?

You were a grey. Was absolute honesty allowed?

He tilted his head at your silence, an eyebrow raised as he kept his eyes on you.

"I asked you a question, Y/n."

"No," you quickly said, eyes locking with his. "No, I am not scared. Why would I be?"

He smirked, leaning back in his seat.

"There are many things you don't know," he said.

"The same could be said for you, Langdon," you said, swallowing thickly. Your brazenness continued to amaze you as the moments passed.

His smile only grew. "I suppose you're right," he said. "But... mind you, I am just a stranger. Shouldn't you be scared of someone you just met?"

"Why would I? You've done nothing to me..."

He rose an eyebrow. He had done far more than you would ever know, but he said nothing of it.

"I'm glad to hear it," he said. "I have great plans for you, Y/n. Do you trust me?"

Do you trust him? What kind of question was that? But without missing a beat, the words left your lips.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes. I trust you."

[girlboyburger]

Its-using animals club!

Alas i feel your pain, especially when someone's go-to response is "isn't using it/its dehumanizing?"

right. like. it doesn't matter if you think it's dehumanizing. it's what i want to be called, and like my name, you'll call me by it / its or we will not be having further conversation.

to me, personally, that's like. kind of a huge part of the appeal? full respect to those living in the "it can be a moment, it can be the mountains or the sunset" because, me too! but also a massive appeal to it / its is i can easily sum my gender up as some kinda boygirlthing. it/its he/she. like an animal you don't know the gender of.

[waveobjectshow]

Yoooo I’m baaack

Silly creechur