#american horror story fic

[dracaesusurro]

“You’ve got to be kiddin’ me”

Pairing: kit walker x reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, violence

Summary: kit and reader had a huge fight and reader makes him jealous and it works….

“Oh kit I have had it up to here with you and you constant goddamn paranoia” Y/n yells hands flying all over, voice enraged.

“Oh how can you be so stupid that guy was hittin’ on you harder than a hammer and your too blind to see it” Kit yelled equally as loud, retaliating with her statements.

This had been going on for an hour, yelling, screaming, insults and points practically spat at each-other in order to prove a point that neither were getting across. If it wasn’t it for some guy who happened to be gawking at Kit’s girlfriend all night and having the nerve to come over and flirt with her knowing damn well who she was here with, this fight wouldn’t even be happening. This was according to kit of course. And if it wasn’t for kits total lack of self control and anger management, if he hadn’t indented that guys face in at the pub, then they wouldn’t be fighting like two lions in one den.

“Your jealous ALL the damn time. I get it kit I’m yours, we’re together, why, gosh why on earth can’t you get that into your thick skull!” Kit wasn’t about to let that slide.

“Jealous?! Excuse me for not lovin’ the idea of that guys arms and filthy slobber all over ya’ just cause your too nice to say NO!” The whole fight was pointless they knew this, but neither wanted to back down.

They’ve been in a loving relationship for 4 years. To say they loved each other to death was an understatement. They rarely fought or had any disagreements but this was different. Not in a good way at all.

“Look listen y/n i don’t Like to share and I don’t like people thinkin’ they can come and Harass whatever they see. Yeah I was jealous but he was the asshole here not me” kit lowered his voice slightly in order to slow the fight. It only made y/n more furious.

“Oh baby i don’t need no knight in shining armor to come save me, if I was uncomfortable I would’ve said something, and I certainly don’t need you starting fucking fights wherever we go. Is that clear or do I need to yell some more in order for you to take a hint” The sarcasm and bitterness sting like venom coming from her. Kit had no idea had to response, if she was uncomfortable? She was ok with a douche hittin’ on her?

He wanted to yell some more, finish the argument, but he was confused and honestly tired but he wanted to hit her back just as equally, so he did “maybe if you like being hit on everywhere you go, you should go back right to that bar and finish what he started. I don’t care, act like some fucking tramp all ya want” He said the words slowly, and bitterly.

Y/n gasped slightly, too silent for him to hear but her face spoke louder than words in that moment. Kit was a respectable man, no matter how big the fights were shit never got to far, not this far. But he stepped out of line and Y/n was hurt. “Alright darlin’ whatever you wish for” She said loudly arms flew in-front of her gesturing anger. He gave her confused face, not sure what either meant or what they were going to do. Normally a situation like this would be resolved- well hours ago but the length of this fight secretly worried both of them.

What did this mean.

Was this their end.

Before kit could open his mouth to say anything, anything at all, the door slammed and the truck turned on and just like that she was gone. And he didn’t know where.

“God fucking dammit” he went back into their room and didn’t come out.

——————————————————-

It had been hours and still no sign of her.

This had him worried shitless at this point, he wasn’t one to back down from anything easily, he was no quitter, but he didn’t care right now not if it brought her back.

He had no truck, no car to go find her a taxi wasn’t a valuable option at 2 in the morning. So he walked to the bar they were at previously hoping to find her downing a beer, forgetting about the fight and giving him one of her famous, gorgeous smiles.

The night was cold and the music from the bar echoed in the silence of the night. She must be here, where else would she go this time of night?

He opened the door to the bar and walked through, warm air and loud noises vibrating through him. He walked over to the bar bench. Not there. Walked around the bathrooms, poked his head into the woman’s. Not there. “You have got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me!” Well the search is over, there she was, sitting on that assholes lap from earlier, he was whispering something to her but kit didn’t care to know. Something in his chest hurt, like when you tripped as a kid, fell on you chest and couldn’t find your breath for a couple minutes until the oxygen forced its way through your lungs only for you to come to you senses and feel the pain that the fall inflicted. This was like that, first his breath hitched, then came the pain. No anger. Oddly enough just plain pain.

Kit slowly walked over to their booth, maybe he was imagining it. The sound of her sweet laughter got louder and so did the pounding of his heart against his rib cage. “Mhm” he cleared his throat loudly trying to gain their attention.

“Kit, nice of you to join us. Took your advice honey” she smiled sarcastically, that hurt even more. “Ok enough let’s go…” he waited locking eyes with her. She didn’t shift. “NOW” this startled her and she got up to look him eye to eye wanting to threaten him but the asshole beat her to it. He got up with a grunt “Not cool dude back off. She can do what she-” kit swung one right on his oddly large jaw and he went flying back. Booze will do that to ya.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Or do you wanna go for a round three big boy” kit towered over his slumped body, only to be dragged back by her frail hand and pulled outside. “Ok. Ok enough of this shit, what do you want huh?” Her nose was red she was cold. Kits eyes softened, the hurt still fresh on the surface. He lifted a finger and pointed right in her face, “ your cruel you know that, plain fuckin cruel” he felt tears coming up but he did not want to cry here. “And how’s that walker, how am I the cruel one?” She challenged still riled up, not noting his sad face. Walker? She never called him that! “God whatever your a- a AGH” his frustration is only to cover his pain, she saw through that. Her guilt surfaced and she reached over to him “kit? Talk to me?” She didn’t know what to say, they’ve already said too much already. “Why would you do that?” “Gosh cause you told me to!” What? Oh. “You can’t honestly believe I’d want to see you with another guy!” “Well you seemed super keen on it” gosh things were getting heated again. The exhaustion was present and they didn’t need any more. “I’m sorry your right” y/n looked at her feet and started walking to the truck, kit grabbed her arm and pulled her- rather harshly- into his chest and hugged her tight. “I’m sorry too darlin’. Won’t happen again” she sunk into it. Happily.

They sat in bed under the cover, cuddled up, “I’m glad that’s over” she let out in the silence.

She heard a sigh escape his lips, the ‘I have something to say but I can’t get it out’ type. She recognized it, “what is it kit? You can talk to me you know that love” she got up on her elbows and face him. She noticed his red eyes and sad posture “I was kinda scared ya know. Really scared hah” he chuckled dryly. “What? Scared of what kit” she reached over and cupped his face “you know….” He waited to see if she got it, she didn’t “us breakin up” he whispered so lightly she almost didn’t catch it. “Kit honey, you really think I can live without you? I love you more than life and I ain’t kidding” he smiled something sweet, those dimples gosh, “well mrs walker I love you too very much so” he said what now? Mrs walker? “I’d be your misses any day mr walker” she kissed his lips. “Glad to hear it, now let me show you exactly how much I love ya”

[femfallenangel]

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

rather melodramatic , aren’t you ?

( violet harmon x fem!reader )

warnings ; smoking , mature language.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[v-love]

Or OR make it Kyle and he has a big crush on u and one of his frat guys starts flirting with u at a party and he’s like wtf bro code and gets jealous and then u see him being all sad outside by himself and u talk to him and he confesses that he likes u and he kisses u

Wipe My Tears (Kyle Spencer x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Kyle was so infatuated with you. Everything you did, he loved. When one of his “friends” kisses you, he takes care of you. He made sure you knew he loved you still.

CW: Brief mentions of incest/sexual abuse. A brief non consensual groping and kissing scene. Panic attack.

Taglist: @yes-divine-ruler @preselelle @evanpetersfav @quicksilversg1rl @kaylaperiodqueenslay @theyluvvkoi @bldmoth @nvtallowed @shjjpm @meganxfox @iruzias

Word count: 2392

Images/GIFS are not mine.

“Dude, shut the fuck up.” Kyle’s mouth shuts as he looks up at his frat brother. “Sorry…” he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “I just really think she’s so…I don’t know.” His frat brother rolls his eyes and nods. “We know, she’s all you talk about.” Kyle’s face flushed pink in embarrassment. He didn’t want to admit it but you were all he thought about. When he ate breakfast, he would remember that your favorite food in the morning was bacon and eggs. When he brushed his teeth, he would remember that you owned a blue electric toothbrush. When he watches his favorite show, he would remember that your favorite show was You. His mind was so occupied with you and his studies that he would often get massive headaches right before bed. Right now, his friend that was just there had left to go out with his girl. He was jealous of couples but he never wanted to admit that. Kyle didn’t like the feeling of jealousy because it made him feel like he was his mother. He didn’t even want to think about her at all because if he did, he would spend so long trying to figure out a way to stop her advances on him. Kyle loved his mom but it was too much for him to handle. Shaking his head from those thoughts, he looks at his phone. There was a message from you. He smiles widely as he read it.

Y/N at 4:22 PM

hey ky :) are u busy rn?

Kyle was debating whether he should study or not but with the text you sent him, he decided not to. He replied with a no and waited for you to text him back. It was pretty fast as usual.

Y/N at 4:27 PM

let’s go to that new café they just opened!!! i heard it’s good!!

He thought for a moment.

KyKy at 4:28 PM

Meet me there or do I pick you up?

His leg bounced a bit as he read.

Y/N at 4:50 PM

pick me up :) ur car is nicer than mine

And with that, he got his keys and headed out to his car. Soon arriving at your parents house, he watches you wave. “Hey Ky! I missed you!” You say, getting in. “It’s only been a week.” He says and smiles as you hug him. Your hair smelled so pretty, whatever perfume you had made his head feel funny. You two update each other on anything new as he drives to the café. “I never liked her. She was too touchy.” He comments as you tell him about a friend you had recently dropped. Sighing, you nod. “I know…especially since she liked you.” You watch his face scrunch up in disgust. “God no. She’s not my type, I don’t like girls that have no boundaries.” Kyle taps on the steering wheel as he spoke. “Plus, I already like someone else…” he knew he was risking it by saying that. Your eyes widen and you turn to face him. “What? Kyle, why have you not told me anything? Who is she? Do I know her?” Your questions spit out like rapid fire. He chuckles a bit and shakes his head. “You would be surprised. I’m not telling you though.” He says and pulls into a parking spot. You whine and act like a child so that he would give in but this time, he didn’t. “Knowing you, you’ll probably figure it out anyways.”

Now what Kyle didn’t know is that you already knew it was you and that you had always been head over heels for him. Was he going to figure it out? As smart as Kyle is, no. The boy was oblivious to any remark you made about him that had a slight flirtatious tone to it. Sometimes it made you angry that he didn’t notice. Like right now, he was ordering for you and him but he doesn’t even say anything or react when you hold his arm. “Can we get those muffins? The chocolate ones…” you say shyly, pointing them out. Without leaving time for you to even blink, he orders them too. Kyle pays as he usually does and leads you to one of the small tables for two. “Here’s yours.” He says as he hands you your muffin. Nodding in thanks your hands find his, stopping him from opening his own. “Let’s wait till the drinks are done. If they’re ass them we have a little back up.” You joke, making him smile. His dimples creasing into his skin all the while making your head spin. “Also, I figured out who she is.” You say, pulling your hands away just as you feel them start to sweat from nervousness. You watch as Kyle’s face and demeanor turn a bit serious and guarded. “Did you know? Enlighten me.” On the inside, he was freaking out but all his face was showing was skepticism. Just then, his name is called to get the drinks. Sighing and telling you to “hold on”, he walks over.

Your mind was racing as you thought about what to say. Do you say “it’s me” or do you say some other chicks name. Kyle comes back with the drinks and sets them down, not giving you enough time to fully think. “It’s me.” You blurt out, both of you staying motionless. Kyle clears his throat and finally takes a sip of his drink. The taste blooms over his tongue, making him blink a few times. Another minute passes by filled with silence from you two but also the sound of others talking and drinks being made. “Yeah it is.” He admits, looking everywhere but at you. You smile widely and let out a giggle. “Really? I guessed right?” You ask, sipping on your own drink. Kyle nods but stays silent, taking a piece of his muffin and popping it into his mouth. You call out his name and he finally looks up. “Why did it take you this long to tell me. I’ve been waiting for you this whole time.” You say and lean in, kissing his cheek. For a moment, he short circuits and looks at you in bewilderment. “W-what? You mean…wait you mean you knew this whole time?” He watches you nod and giggle more. “And you like me..?” Kyle’s face breaks into a glorious smile and takes your hands in his. “Yeah…since forever. But I also knew because your friends ratted you out two weeks ago. To my understanding, you’ve liked me for years.” Kyle laughs a little and nods. “Of course they did…it’s true though. I remember in 10th grade I realized how much I wanted to kiss you. It was first period and that day you had done a bun and had a few butterfly clips in it. I’ll never forget.” He says and watches you blush as he spoke. “My drink is really good by the way, wanna try?” He asks and pushes his drink to you. You laugh at the way he changed the changed the subject but sipped anyways. “That really is good.” You say and smile at him.

Ditching the café, you two head to the park that was not far from there. The whole time Kyle was listening to you talk about anything and everything. Walking around the park, you two stopped and just stared at each other. “You’re so pretty.” He says and caresses your cheek, making you lean into his touch. “Yeah? You too.” You mumble and cup his cheeks, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss on his soft lips. Kyle smiles at the compliment and this time kisses you fully, making sure you felt everything he was feeling. The kiss made you feel like you were floating in a soft and sweet smelling cloud. Pulling away, he gently kisses your forehead. “David is throwing a party tonight…wanna come with me, baby?” The petname slips out but it felt normal to you both. “Yeah, I’ll go. I’ll stay sober though because you know I don’t really care for frat parties.” You giggle and feel his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close. “Yeah, I know.” He mumbles onto your shoulder. Soon it was time for you both to head home and get ready so he drops you off and drives home. He was absolutely ecstatic about how well things went today. He showers and changes, doing his hair as he normally would. After driving back to your place and going to the party, he stays close to you. He texts you when he’s in front of your house, excited to see you. Kyle stands at your door and smiles when you open it. “Gorgeous…look at my gorgeous girl.” He says and kisses your cheek. Blushing and shaking your head, you hug him. “You look handsome, yourself. Smell good too.” You giggle and get the car with him.

At the party, you two head over to your friend group. “Hey Kyle! I haven’t seen you in a minute!” Jason, a mutual childhood friend, pats him on the back. “Hey man, I know. I’ve been too busy.” He laughs and they get to talking. You went to go get you and him drinks, heading over to the kitchen. “Damn, baby…” you hear a familiar voice say. Turning to face one of Kyle’s friend, you wave a little. “Oh hey, Matt…where’s Norma?” You ask while choosing to ignore the way he ate your body up with his eyes. You knew how Matt was and you also knew Kyle was stupid to still be friends with him. “Who? Yeah, I don’t recall whoever that is.” Matt walks closer to you, you could smell the alcohol in his breath. “Anyways, you look hot. I don’t think Kyle would mind if I just took a little bite…” he mumbles and leans into you, trying to kiss you. Pushing him away, you shake your head. “Don’t do that. No wonder Norma left you.” You say and grab your cups, starting to walk away before he grabs your arm. “Oh cmon, don’t be like that sweetheart.” Matt says and tries to kiss you again. Before you could turn you head, he does so. Your eyes widen as you feel his hands grip your waist and ass, hearing him groan into the kiss. Your body was frozen, not knowing what to do. Calling Kyle in your mind was all you could think of. You wanted him to save you from these advances. Tears fill your eyes and Matt pulls away, smiling at you. “Oh what? You didn’t like my kiss? I know you did actually, you’re just like the rest of them.” He smacks your ass before walking away, smirking.

You unfroze as you watch him walk away, crying more but staying silent. Practically running, you burst out the front door, breathing hard in panic. All you were saying was Kyle’s name, looking around frantically for his car. “Y/n! Hey why did you- Y/n? Hey, what’s wrong?” You could barely hear what he was saying, your eyes unfocused as he held your face. “I’m here. See? I’m right here, just breath slower for me okay?” His voice slowly filters through your brain and you start to finally calm down, still crying. Kyle just holds you, telling you that he was with you and that he loved you so much. He didn’t know what was wrong but regardless, he wanted you to know that he was there. Through your broken sentences, he gathers what had happened. Kyle’s heart broke, understanding now why you were sobbing in his arms. He decides that you needed him more than that bastard needed his ass beat, taking you to the car. “Let’s go home baby. Your house okay? You’re okay, I’m right here…” he says in a quiet voice, helping you in. Kyle holds your hand as he drives, caressing it as you stop crying. The ride was silent, you just staring out the window while in your own head.

Kyle walks you to your bedroom and stands outside, waiting for you to change. “Kyle..?” You say and pull him inside your room, not wanting to be alone again. “Are you sure? I’ll turn around.” He says and does so, feeling you wrap your arms around him. “No…just help.” You mumble and close your eyes, feeling his gentle hands undress you. Kyle wraps a blanket around you before getting some pajamas for you. Dressing you, he gently kisses your forehead. “Better? Let’s take off the makeup okay?” He says and gently wipes your fresh tears away. Kyle helped you take off your makeup with minimal guidance, then laying you down. He changes his clothes too and lays with you. He always had some extra clothes here just in case, just like when you were little. “I’m sorry…” you mumble into his chest, silently crying again. “Hey, no. This was not your fault…none of this was.” He says and looks into your tear filled eyes. “I don’t care what about happened because I know that you wouldn’t do that to me. Just like how I wouldn’t do that to you. From now on, you’re not going to see that asshole, okay? I’ll make sure of it.” His fingers wipe your tears again before kissing your face all over. “I love you. I know it’s so soon but I really do.” He says, holding you impossibly closer.

His heart ached as you silently nod. “Love you too…” you whisper, sniffing as you finally relax. Though upset, he didn’t let you know how much it hurt to see you like this. “Let’s sleep okay? I’ll skip school tomorrow.” He says and feels you sit up in panic. “Kyle no, you need to study and stuff. This is just me being stupid.” You spoke fast, breathing hard again before feeling his hands being you back down to him. “No baby, I’m staying.” Kyle smiles softly at you and gently caresses your skin. “I want to stay with you.” His voice was now quiet and soft. “Just sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Watching you nod, he smiles more. The blankets felt more soft than usual to you, making you fall asleep quickly. “I’ll always be here to wipe your tears…even when I have my own.” Kyle says quietly as he watches you sleep.

Authors Note: i did change the plot up just a bit because everyone knows how i like to write sad and fluffy stuff. i hope you guys liked it!!

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

hii, today is my birthday, can you write something by tate langdon for me?

Happy belated birthday honey! I hope you like this!

"You're finally home." My head whips around to spot Tate laying in the middle of my bed, watching me fondly with a smile as I make my way to my dresser, pulling out a pair of comfortable sweatpants to free myself from my work uniform.

Smirking to myself, I play with the strings of the pants as my eyes lift to meet his through the mirror. He smiles a toothy grin, sitting up with his hands resting in his lap, looking absolutely adorable.

"Careful, Tate. It almost sounds like you missed me." I wink, my fingers working slowly at unbuttoning my uniform, tossing it to the floor as his eyes stay locked on my face, my eyes.

So respectful, even in a time where I'm so open and vulnerable.

"Missed you? No, no, not me- never." He whispers, eyes glimmering with a sense of adoration, his cheeks blushing in the moonlight that streams through the window. The old house creaks around us, the wind blowing right through the brick and battered wood, whistling as I step into my pants, sighing in relief at the comfort.

"That's a shame." I whisper, turning to him as I rest against my dresser, watching him crawl eagerly to the edge of the bed, dangling his legs over the side of the mattress as he so desperately fights the urge to reach out to me, to pull me into him.

But he knows I like the chase.

"Why's that?" He asks genuienly, his head tilting cutely at my teasing.

"Because you were all I thought about today." I grin, taking a hefty step towards him, setting me right perfectly between his parted knees. He looks obediently up at me, curling into my touch as my finger wraps around his chin. "Did you behave today?" I giggle, knowing that he gets into trouble and that he can't seem to help himself most of the time. He just blushes and looks away from me, shrugging his shoulders innocently.

"You can't talk to me like that. Mommy-issues remember?"

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[yes-divine-ruler]

If its not too much to ask, could you write a Jimmy darling fic based on the song Rude by MAGIC! ? Thank you if you do😎

I’m Gonna Marry Her Anyway - Jimmy Darling

Summary: Jimmy asks for your father’s blessing to get your hand in marriage, and it doesn’t work in his favour.

CW: angst

Word count: 1421

Taglist/ @v-love @evanpetersfav @demxnicprxncess @kitwalkersgfff @quicksilversg1rl @dahmevan @charsdunkie @iruzias @alexxavicry

"I wanna marry you Y/N," Jimmy said softly, his arms wrapped around your waist as you lay your head back on his chest.

Your eyes widen, turning to face your boyfriend as he offers you a small shy smile.

"Are you serious?" You say, moving to straddle his lap excitedly, his hands resting on your backside to hold you close.

"Deadly serious," Jimmy pulls you into a soft kiss, your hands moving up to cup his face.

“Let’s do it,” you speak on a whim, melting at the wide smile plastered on Jimmy’s face as he stares at your adoringly.

“You know I can’t do it without your father’s blessing,” Jimmy was traditional like that, but you knew deep down that he’d never get it.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Jimmy,” you say solemnly, breaking eye contact and resting your head on his shoulder.

His hands rubbed up and down your back soothingly, as he kissed the side of your head.

“What’s the worst that can happen, at least I tried? If he can’t see how in love we are, then maybe we just have to prove it,” you look up again to meet the eyes of your boyfriend, offering him a small, slightly hopefully smile.

You paced nervously upstairs, biting on your thumbnail, occasionally peering out the window at the driveway. Your boyfriend Jimmy, planned to arrive at your house at any moment now, with a question you knew wouldn’t be widely accepted by your family. Nothing he could do would convince your parents he was the one for you - he was a freak show entertainer, and he suffered from a deformity - no one could look past that but you, despite how nice of a person Jimmy really was, and how well he treated you.

Jimmy arrived on his motorcycle, and without another thought, you ran from your bedroom, descending the stairs to meet with the love of your life. Your father had beat you to it, opening the front door and answering Jimmy's knocking.

"What can I do for you son?" Your father spoke flatly, taking in Jimmy's appearance, the look on his face nothing short of brash.

“Hi, sir, my names Jimmy, Jimmy Darling and I’ve been seeing your daughter,” he starts, your eyes only widening from behind your father as you stayed silent in the background.

“Right? I didn’t know about this,” your father seemed irritated by Jimmy’s confession, his palm flat on the door as if he was ready to close it in his face.

As if he could feel your eyes boring into the back of his head, your father turns around to face you, shooting you a scowl.

“Is this true, Y/N?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowed, creasing his forehead with deep wrinkles.

“Yes dad,” you reveal, “Jimmy and I love each other.”

Your dad laughs, turning back to Jimmy who looked concerned in the doorway.

“You love him? You don’t know what love is, look at him Y/N, he’s nothing but trouble. Isn’t he one of those freaks?” your father scoffs, as you pace to the door to stand beside him.

“You don’t know Jimmy dad, and yes, we’re in love, okay? He’s not a freak! He’s no less than you, he’s a person, just like you and I!” You almost cry in frustration, knowing that your dad wouldn’t be so easily persuaded. You can see Jimmy’s morale drop as he digs into his leather jacket pocket.

“Sir- I came here today to ask for your blessing-” Jimmy clears his throat, standing up taller, “to take your daughter’s hand in marriage. I want to be with Y/N for the rest of my life, and I mean that,” Jimmy reveals a small velvet box, and opens it to show the most beautiful engagement ring. Your eyes well with tears at Jimmy’s sincerity, and the sight of the ring that you knew had to be around your finger, whether your father liked it or not.

Your father only laughs mockingly at Jimmy’s request, causing your heart to sink to the bottom of your chest.

“You-” your father points an accusing finger at Jimmy’s chest, “-will never get my blessing ‘til the day I die.”

Jimmy’s eyes widen as your father goes to close the front door, as you reach forward to try and stop his arm.

“Dad! No!” You shout, wrapping your arms around his arm. Jimmy puts his foot in the door, pushing it back open, looking much more determined than before.

“I hate to do this, but you leave me no choice. I’m a firm believer in traditions but love me or hate me, with or without your blessing sir, we will be getting married, and you will either be there, or not; we’ll run away. You know she’s in love with me, she’ll go anywhere I go,” Jimmy’s words are sure and firm.

You father seemed taken back by Jimmy’s perseverance, looking down at you as you dig your nails into his arm.

“So you’ve already planned this then?” He asks softly, as if his anger won’t let him speak any louder without exploding.

“I told you dad, Jimmy and I love each other, we want to get married, start a family! Get a house, we’ve thought about this so hard dad,” you plead with your father. He looks at you with cold, dark eyes, before his hand comes down to grip onto your wrist.

“Get off my property before I call the police,” he says to Jimmy, before slamming the door shut.

“Let me go!” You scream as your father drags you up the stairs, “you- are never leaving this house again,” he says between grit teeth, before pushing you into your bedroom and closing the door.

When you stand again, you hysterically bang your fists on the door, “No dad, please!” You beg, before hurrying over to the window to see if you can see Jimmy.

Jimmy knows where your bedroom is, he’s helped you out of your bedroom window countless times. You see him below your window, so you go to open it, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry Jimmy!” You yell down to him, trying to choke down your sobs.

“Pack a bag baby, we’re gettin’ outta here!” He replies, his hands cupped over his mouth.

There’s not a moment you question it, as you rush to pack a small bag, filling it with whatever you can get your hands on, before clasping it closed. You pull it over to the window, Jimmy now standing with outstretched arms, ready to catch.

“Throw it down!” He calls, as you toss your bag over the window sill and watch as it lands in his arms.

He puts it on the ground, and then motions for you to come down next. You climb out the window, carefully scooting on your bottom down the rusted tin awning of your house, and clutching onto the gutter pipe at the end. Taking a deep breath, you slowly let your legs fall around the pipe, Jimmy now directly under you as you let yourself slide down.

“I got you baby,” Jimmy says, the smile on his face not faltering.

His arms wrap around your waist, and pull you down onto the ground. Once your feet hit the gravel, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“I mean it Jimmy, I’m so sorry,” you repeat, nuzzling your face into his chest.

“It’s not your fault darlin’, now come on, let’s go before your dad notices you’re gone,” he grabs onto your hand, his other holding your bag as you both run to his motorbike.

“Hey! Y/N!”

You sit on the back of Jimmy’s bike as you turn to look at your father, as he stands on the front porch with his rifle.

“Oh my god, Jimmy, hurry!” You pat Jimmy on the back, encouraging him to start the bike before your father shoots at the both of you like the mad man he is.

“On it honey, hold on tight okay?” Jimmy’s hand twists the throttle, sending you both flying forwards on the bike, your father and your childhood home becoming only a spec in the distance.

Letting out a sigh in relief, and wrapping your arms around Jimmy, you press your face into his back and close your eyes. This is where you really wanted to be, and nothing your family can say or do will ever change your mind.

[kit-walk3r]

Hi! Please can I request a fluff where Kit Walker gives the reader her very first time kiss? Tysm <3

Of course, such a cute request. Thank you!

Was That Okay? (Kit Walker x fem!reader)

You and Kit have a heart to heart in Briarcliff which leads to a loving moment.

Warnings: none

Note: I haven’t given major specifics on why the reader is in Briarcliff as I didn’t want to include anything potentially triggering which would distract from the story. It’s up to you to decide why she’s in there!

“Hey,” Kit greeted you when he found you in the common room, sitting alone far away from everyone else. You liked to keep to yourself in Briarcliff, but ever since Kit was brought in you found that you rather liked his company.

“Hi,” you simply responded, offering the smallest of smiles before going back to picking at one of the many loose threads on the chair you were seated in.

Kit took a seat next to you and frowned. “What’s wrong?” He asked, voice laced with concern.

You sighed. “I saw what date it is today,” you said quietly, not looking up. “It’s seven years since I got committed here.”

“Seven?” Kit looked appalled. “But you’re only what? Twenty two?”

You nodded. “I was fifteen when I was sent here,” you explained sadly.

“I didn’t think that would be allowed,” Kit said, confused.

“Anything is allowed when your parents have enough money,” you shrugged. “They sent Briarcliff money every year until I was eighteen to keep me here, since they knew it wasn’t technically legal.”

Kit stayed silent, but reached out a hand and gently grasped yours in his own.

“Seven years and they’ve never once come to see me,” You sniffled, using your free hand to wipe your eyes.

“I’m really sorry,” Kit finally said.

You didn’t respond, instead letting your gaze fall back to the loose threads of the chair, away from Kit.

There was silence between the two of you for a few minutes.

“You know, I never even got the chance to tell my parents I got married,” Kit spoke up.

You turned to look at him, acknowledging the sad look in his eye. “You didn’t?”

He shook his head. “The first they would have heard about it would have been when I was arrested for her murder.”

“I’m sorry, Kit,” you murmured, echoing the same words he uttered to you just moments ago. “How come you never told them?”

Kit shrugged. “We wanted to, but just kept putting it off. I think we were scared. I mean, it wasn’t exactly a legal marriage,” he sighed. “I didn’t know how they would react. I’d like to think that they would have accepted us, but I guess I’ll never know. I’ve not heard from them. No letters, no visits, just like you. As much as it hurts that they’d believe it, I hope it’s the Bloody Face thing keeping them away, and not that their son married a black gal.”

You didn’t say anything, not knowing what exactly the right thing to say was.

“My point is,” Kit said gently. “Families, parents… they can be tough. And they can let you down. But there will always be someone watching your back,” He wiped away a lone tear on your cheek. “I’m here for you. Whatever you need, I’ll do my best to take care of you.” Not like how I couldn’t take care of Alma, he silently added in his head.

Your eyes met Kit’s and you could see everything in them; the hurt and sadness, but also the care and compassion. Kit was special. Kit was warm and kind and loving and unlike anyone you had ever met before. His entire being was made for love and protection, not the pain and torture people believed he had inflicted on others.

At the same time the both of you began to lean in towards each other. It was slow, there was no need for rushing as the two of you inched closer and closer. Your eyes drifted shut as your heart’s beat intensified with anticipation. You could feel Kit’s cool breath against your surely flushed cheeks, sending a shiver down your spine.

It was a gentle touch of lips, only lasting a few seconds at most. A warmth flooded your body and you couldn’t stop the smile that followed. Kit’s touch sent a sensation through you, making you feel special and blessed and loved. That was just the effect Kit had.

Your eyes fluttered open as the two of you pulled back and there was a spark to Kit’s own that wasn’t there before, as if he were feeling everything that you were in that moment.

“Was that your first kiss?” Kit asked quietly.

You nodded, your smile soft.

“Was it okay?” He asked nervously.

You nodded again and Kit let out a sigh of relief, sending you into gentle laughter.

•———•

Hope this was okay anon! It was nice to write something a bit happier for a change. Once again, any requests are welcome!

[lanawinterscigarettes]

American Horror Story masterlist

Key:

Fluff: ♡ Angst: ♤ Smut: ♧ Headcanons: ◇ May contain triggering content: ☆

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Tate Langdon

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

Tate Langdon dating someone who's transmasc ◇

Nail Polish and Nirvana ♡

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Violet Harmon

Soft dom Violet Harmon ♧◇

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Billie Dean Howard

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Moira O'Hara

Duster Fuck ♧

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Kit Walker

Kit Walker dating someone who's transmasc ◇

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

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Lana Winters

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Cordelia Goode

Trans fem Cordelia Goode ◇

That a Girl ♧

Caught In the Act ♧

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Dirty A-Z headcanon game: B, D, L, P, Q, R, S, W, Y ♧◇

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Kyle Spencer

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

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Madison Montgomery

Picnic Baskets and Confessions of Love ♤♡

Dance With Me ♡

Madison Montgomery Fluff Alphabet ♡◇

Punishment and Bargaining ♧

Madison Montgomery nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Moral Of The Story ♤♡

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Jimmy Darling

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

You're Not A Freak, Doll ♤♡

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Bette and Dot Tattler

Baking With Bette and Dot ◇

Good Girls ♧

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Dandy Mott

Sub Dandy Mott ♧◇

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Maggie Esmeralda

Run Away With Me ♤♡

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James Patrick March

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

James Patrick March x reader with anger issues ◇

James Patrick March being nervous around the reader ◇

James Patrick March x deaf reader ◇

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Sally Mckenna

You Can't Leave Me ♤☆

Hypodermic Sally x reader who tries to leave her ♤◇☆

Sex With A Ghost ♧

Sally Mckenna x reader who's a songwriter ◇

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Dirty A-Z headcanon game: C, R ♧◇

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Liz Taylor

Liz Taylor and Tristan Duffy x reader who's a writer ◇

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Tristan Duffy

Liz Taylor and Tristan Duffy x reader who's a writer ◇

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Shelby Miller

Hot Tea and Rainstorms ♡

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Audrey Tindall

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Rory Monahan

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

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Kai Anderson

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

Whores Get Nothing ♧

Kidnapping Confessions ♤♧

Cuddling With Pre Cult Kai ◇

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Ally Mayfair-Richards

The Clown In The Kitchen ♤♡

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Winter Anderson

Winter Anderson fluff alphabet ♡◇

Winter Anderson nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Nighttime Terrors ♤♡

Dom Winter Anderson ♧◇

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Michael Langdon

Michael Langdon eras x reader with daddy issues ◇

Mornings With Michael ♡

Michael Langdon in a maid outfit ◇

Alphabet Boy ♤♡

Sucking on Michael Langdon's fingers ♧◇

Spanking Michael Langdon ♧◇

Happy Halloween ♧

Enemies With Benefits ♧

Murder House Michael Langdon being soft ♡◇

Calming Techniques ♤☆

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Wilhemina Venable

Dom Wilhemina ♧◇

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Jeff Pfister

Having an online relationship with Jeff Pfister ◇

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Brooke Thompson

Late Night Anxieties ♤♡

Date Officially Canceled (Brooke x Donna) ♧

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Montana Duke

Montana Duke when she gets jealous ◇

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Xavier Plympton

Sub Xavier Plympton ♧◇

Xavier Plympton being needy ♧◇

Big Trauma Can Come In Small Packages ♤♡

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Donna Chambers

Roller Rink Romance ♡

Date Officially Canceled (Brooke x Donna) ♧

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Margaret Booth

Sugar mommy Margaret Booth ♧◇

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Harry Gardner

Protein Shakes ♤♡

Poly! Harry Gardner x reader x Doris Gardner general relationship headcanons ◇

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Doris Gardner

Poly! Harry Gardner x reader x Doris Gardner general relationship headcanons ◇

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Austin Sommers

The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow ♤♡

Austin Sommers nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Crimson Sheets ♧

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Tuberculosis Karen

I Promise ♤☆

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Dr. Calico

Blue Moon Tears ♤♡

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[calummss]

⚝ . . 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ࿐

tate langdon

1920s boyfriend headcanon

kai anderson

being his girlfriend ’sent by god’

him & i — ‘you meet kai anderson and find out about his cult and want to watch a kill’

[prettiest-moon]

Request Info.

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15-17. MINOR.

i'm a very beginner level writer, and this is mainly a blog to keep in practice and keep track of my skills.

my main tag is #lunar writing

Things I won't write.

Smut.

Selfharm, r//pe, inc//st, major character death.

Romanticization of anything negative. (Cheating, mental illness, trauma, etc).

Note: I will write these, just written correctly and not romanticized.

Racism, I’m white and will not write this.

Weird kinks, even if it isn’t direct smut.

Things I will write.

Fluff.

Angst, although I’m not very good with it.

Hurt/comfort.

Make-out sessions— closest I will get to smut.

X Reader.

AUs, as long as they make sense to me.

Specific requests. (Adj! reader, specific scenarios, etc).

Character x Character. (As long as it’s legal and healthy).

Polyamory, as long as they’re from the same universe.

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Fics. This may not happen much, and will take a while, but if requested and I enjoy it, I will write a small fic, one chapter. Word count, etc will be at the top.

Fandoms I write for.

American Horror Story.

Batman (Movies).

Bill and Ted trilogy.

Scream (Movies).

Shameless (US).

The Lost Boys (1987).

If you don't see anything on the list, but you really want to see something by me, request anyways! If I don't reply, I haven't seen it/won't reply.

What to include in a request.

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Any other specifics. (Reader gender, adj! character, etc).

[femfallenangel]

welcome to my blog , angel ⠀   ⃰ ・🫀

disclaimer : this page contains mature themes , dark content , smut etc .

i’m still in the middle of setting up & stuff , but here is a temp introduction …

fandoms i write for ;

AMERICAN HORROR STORY ( all seasons , gonna write this one the most prob )

SCREAM ( all movies )

JENNIFER ‘s BODY

STAR WARS ( pretty selective here )

about me ; winter , eighteen , she / her / hers , ahs enthusiast , michael langdon ‘s witchy gf .

i feel like i might shot my first post in the matter of twenty - four hours . please , do not hesitate to send either a message or just in my ask box a request . just PLEASE : i write fem ! reader only . i hope that’s fully understandable <3 .

a proper masterlist shall be out soon , smoothing all of you - mwah !

[v-love]

Hey just wanted to say you are sooooo talented and i love your blog if it's not a bother could you do a request about pre-cult kai and him being the readers adderall dealer just something along those lines

Thank you love you <33

Dealer (Pre-Cult Kai x GN!Reader)

Summary: You didn’t think you’d be addicted to two things at once. Adderall and Kai Anderson, your dealer and high school “friend”.

CW: Drug abuse. Brief semi-sexual situations.

Taglist: @yes-divine-ruler @preselelle @evanpetersfav @quicksilversg1rl @kaylaperiodqueenslay @theyluvvkoi @bldmoth @nvtallowed @shjjpm @sinqularitty @meganxfox @iruzias

Word Count: 1802

Images/GIFS are not mine.

The sound of gravel being stepped on and the birds nearby flying to their next destination travel through the air. It was one of those days where you wanted to be outside, the cool air biting on your cheeks as you walk. You were never the type to venture out on dangerous quests on your day to day life but yet here you were, walking towards the familiar back alley behind a dingy, old pub. Leaning on the wall you sigh, tapping your foot on the gravel as you waited. You could see your breath every now and then if you paid attention to it. The feeling of your chest tightening made you question whether or not you should actually be here. You hear a familiar hum and gravel being walked on once again but it wasn’t from you, it was from a man you knew as Kai Anderson. “Yo, you’re late.” You say, checking your phone. Kai nods and rolls his eyes a bit. “Yeah I know, almost got jumped.” He mumbles and stands in front of you. The air around you both was filled with his cheap cologne and your fresh shampooed hair scent. Strangely, you like it. “I’m not surprised. You always fuck around at the wrong time.” Pulling out money, you hand it to him. “Same amount as always.” You mumble and in turn you get handed a bag of pills. Kai counts the money as he always does, he knows you were trustworthy but he always did so just in case. “You went through this shit fast, what the fuck you got goin’ on?” He asks, smirking a bit.

he couldn’t remember the last time you spoke to him like this. “That bad?” Kai leans on the wall right next to you. Sighing, you nod and look at the ground, shifting your feet to move the gravel below you. “Sorry…family issues I guess.” He scoffs and lays the back of his head on the wall. “I know how that is. Mine isn’t that great either.” He says and looks up at the sky. It was your turn to be surprised, he had never let a little piece of his life slip out like that. “I guess we can relate on another thing.” You say, laughing a bit. Kai nods and smiles, his dimples showing. You didn’t see him smile often but when you did, you cherished it. He was the most handsome man you had ever met, it was a little concerning how much you wanted him. “You doing anything later? I’m so fucking bored.” He asks, looking at you this time. Shaking your head you shrug. “Nah, I got no where to be.” Smiling again he lightly punches your arm. “Let’s go to that new game shop that just opened. I think they got the new Resident Evil.” Kai knew you liked that game series, you wore a couple shirts with the game showcased on them a few times. “Seriously? Fuck yeah, let’s go.”

You knew he had walked to the alley by the way he smelled, cologne and a bit of sweat. Offering to drive there, he nods and follows you to your car. While you drive, he gives you the directions to the establishment. You were excited to see if they had the game but also that Kai was with you. Getting out of the car, you to head into the store. Games of all kinds filled the shelves, you both felt like little kids again. “Yo Kai, they got comics too.” You call out to him, making him go over to you in a hurry. You both held Marvel comics in your hands and were acting like little kids raving about them. Finally after looking around and gushing about everything, you found the game. “Resident Evil 7…30 bucks. Not bad.” You say and take it, looking over at Kai. He was looking at The Evil Within game. “I heard the new one is coming out in October.” You say and watch him nod and smile. “Yeah, I know. I haven’t played the first one though so I should probably do that before anything.” Both of you head over to the counter and pay for your things. Looking over, you see a few pins that take your interest. You didn’t have much left with you on hand so you just put it back. “Hold on, let me see that.” Kai says and takes the pin you had just put back. Paying for it and giving it to you, smirking. “For my most loyal customer.” He says to you quietly as you both leave the store.

You roll your eyes and turn on the car. “Anything else you wanna do? I could drop you off too if you’re…y’know tired or somethin’.” You say and tap on the steering wheel. Kai thinks for a moment before turning to you. “I’m kinda hungry…let’s go eat then we can go our separate ways.” He suggests and tells you where to go again. You both often got food before or after the exchange of money and Adderall. Munchies really had a hold on you both. Going through the drive-thru, you got the food and parked nearby. “It’s literally insane, the graphics looked so good in the demo.” Kai says, talking about The Evil Within 2. “I know, dude. The first game was so smooth too so imagine how much better the new one is gonna be.” Chewing on fries, Kai nods. “After you’re done with the Resident Evil one, let me borrow it. Don’t spoil it for me or I’ll beat your ass.” He says and laughs a bit. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll do it anyways.” You smirk and sip on your soda. You and Kai used to hang out after school when you both were in high school. You both would spend hours playing video games and fighting about who beat who at them. “Remember when you used to get so mad when I would clown you for liking Leon Kennedy?” He says and watches you turn red. “You did this last week, dumbass.” You say and roll your eyes. Although you had known each other for so long, you still didn’t actually know much about him. He could read you like an open book but never shared much about his life. The dynamic just worked that way and you both were comfortable with it. “Remember when you dated Leah.” You smirk as his face scrunches with disgust. “Yeah…aged horribly. I wonder what she’s doing now.” He says and shrugs.

Kai’s eyes begin to wander and he sets his sights on your lips. He’s never noticed how pretty your lips were. The way your cupid’s bow wasn’t too far from your nose. The way your bottom lip twitched whenever you took a bite out of a fry. He smirks to himself as he notices how your upper lip would curl a bit before your bottom lip when you smiled. “What?” He hears you ask him. Looking up at you and shakes his head. “What about what?” He replies. “You were smirking about something.” You roll your eyes. “You just look stupid with that bit of ketchup on your cheek.” Kai gives you a napkin as your face turns red with embarrassment. “Thanks, asshole.” Your tone was playful and Kai just nods, letting out a chuckle. As you both finish your meals, you clean up after yourself. Kai throws out the garbage and takes his half empty drink with him. “I gotta head back. Some dude is coming over to fix the heater.” He says and watches you nod as you turn on the car. The air became slightly cooler now, causing you both to shiver. Driving to his place, you drop him off. “I’ll see you next week? Winter invited me over for a small friend get-together.” You say and watch him nod. “Yeah I know. I’ll see you then.” He says and you watch his form disappear into the house.

Getting home, you grab one of your blunts. “Fuck..” you mumble as you struggle to light it. Inhaling the smoke finally, you relax. Stationing yourself on the couch, your vision becomes crisp as you look around. The soft buzz feeling consuming your legs before making you feel slightly numb. Turning on the tv, you silently scroll through Netflix. “Bright colors…nah Ima watch a Barbie movie.” You say to yourself and put one on. “Barbie: Princess Charm School…fuck yeah.” You mumble and lose yourself in the movie. Groaning as you hear your phone ring, you answer. It was Kai. “Are you high?” He asks you, making you let out a lap ugh. “Yeah…why?” You slur a bit and hear him laugh. “I’m coming over.”

Kai groans a bit as he sits on the couch, cracking his neck as you get snacks. “Help yourself.” You mumble as you hand him a blunt. Munching on chips as you watch the movie, you feel Kai sit closer to you, letting out a soft cloud of smoke. “Barbie? I didn’t know you still liked that shit.” He says, making you laugh. “It’s way better when you’re high.” You reply, taking his blunt and hitting it. “Bro, this is mine.” He grumbles and steals some chips as you blow smoke onto his face. “Yeah, yeah. You’ll be fine.” You don’t realize how close you are to him until he turns to you. Your noses touch ever so softly. Both your eyes and his were hooded, making you laugh. “What?” He mumbles against your lips. “You look funny…” you say and glance at his lips touching yours.

You feel your lips tingling as you kiss him, hearing him groan as you move yourself onto his lap. His lips felt so soft against yours, the kiss beginning to grow in hunger. “Fuck…” he mumbles into the kiss as he feels your hips grind against his. Kai’s hands wander around your body until he reaches your neck. He pulls you back by your hair gently and shakes his head. “No baby, not today. You’re higher than the clouds right now.” He says, his words seeping into your head ever so slowly. You sober up a bit and nod, sitting back down next to him. “We can later though…“ he whispers into your ear before lightly kissing your neck. Feeling you nod, you both continue watching the movie, sprinkling short make out sessions here and there. “I finally get to be exactly where I want to.” He says to you before you both pass out, higher than the sky.

Author’s Note: I know it took me a bit to get this out but I did it!! Hope you guys enjoyed it!

If you’d like to be added to the taglist, dm me or send in an ask!!!

[marchsfreakshow]

MDNI- 18+

"You're such a good girl for me, getting dumber every time you come."

He gripped your waist harder, your arms stretched out in front of you. Kit fucked you hard. Every time he thrust in you you felt yourself getting more brainless.

You screamed for him, screamed his name, and it could have made him come every single time. He needs you. He wanted to breed you, make sure you knew you were his. Your eyes were rolled almost to the back of your skull. The man behind you felt so horny out of nowhere. He needed you so bad. He loved hearing you scream sometimes.

"Kit-!" You screamed over and over as he came with you. It was like he took something that made his libido run high. Both of you felt high. The scent of sex and your own perfume made you feel insane. Kit had never fucked you this hard, but it could have sent you to heaven if he did it more often. Whispering praises in your ear if he bent you over, pressing his thumb to your red, throbbing clit. He loved it when you were dumb, brainless and loving him. You were his good girl, who he could breed at any time.

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

Oops sorry for that. Take it. I literally just wrote it on a whim.

@babygorewhore told me that the quote up top would fit Kit, so here lol.

[yes-divine-ruler]

hey y’all

So I’ve decided to add two not Evan characters to my writing list - including Harry Gardner and Michael Langdon bc I’m obsessed frankly and would love to write about them too.

Send in requests if ur interested in seeing come content w them in it!

Tate x Michael content encouraged

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Cordelia y/n female reader secretly dating think the Coven is empty get caught fucking on Cordelia's desk by Fiona. Fiona catches Cordelia making reader female ejaculate and instead of anger brags that sexual prowess runs in the family.

I love this, especially since that is such a Fiona thing to do lmao

Caught In the Act (Cordelia Goode x reader)

Warnings: SMUT, afab reader, fingering, dirty talk, bottom reader, top Cordelia

"Delia, we're gonna get caught!" You whispered frantically as she removed your underwear.

"No, we're not. Everyone is out for the day. The girls are seeing a movie, Fiona's drinking at some bar, and as an extra precaution I sent Spalding out to get groceries. Nobody's going to catch us, alright?" She gently reassured you, lacing her fingers through yours.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, baby. Don't worry."

She gave you a passionate kiss, her free hand resting on the inside of your thigh. You eagerly kissed her back, setting the hand that wasn't holding hers on the back of her neck so you could pulled her closer. Cordelia began to softly stroke the inside of your thigh, deliberately teasing you.

"Delia, you're doing that on purpose!" You complained.

"Am I?" She asked, a mischievous glint in her eye. Before you could answer, she plunged two of her fingers into your wet and eager hole.

You moaned wantonly, glad that nobody other than your girlfriend was around to hear it. She smirked, thrusting her fingers in and out of you at a slow, steady pace.

"Do you like that, baby? Do you like how my fingers fill you up?" She whispered in your ear as you clung to her.

You nodded your head, unable to remember how to speak properly.

"Aw, poor baby. Can't even remember how to talk," she said, faking sympathy. "Too bad. I usually enjoy hearing you scream my name, but seeing you look this fucked out when you haven't even cum yet works just as well."

She slipped in a third finger as she quickened her pace. At this point, you were on the brink of cumming, and she knew it too.

"Are you gonna cum soon, baby? Huh? You gonna cum on my fingers?" Using her thumb, she began rubbing your clit, trying to push you over the edge. "C'mon, baby. Cum for me."

You whimpered, letting out a breathy moan as you rocked your lower body against her hand, trying to create as much friction as possible.

Just as you came, you heard the door open, the scent of cigarettes wafting through the air. You looked over Cordelia's shoulder to see none other than Fiona, standing in the doorway, cigarette in hand.

You braced yourself, thinking she and Cordelia were going to start one of their infamous screaming matches, but instead she merely chuckled before bringing her cigarette to her lips and taking a long drag.

"Y'know, us Goodes are known for our sexual prowess and abilities. It runs in the family, you might say."

"Mother, get out!" Cordelia ordered, doing her best to shield your naked body from her.

"Fine. But if you ever leave her-" Fiona said, pointing at you, "-mark my words, you'll never find anyone better equipped to give you an orgasm ever again, not even yourself." And with that, she turned and left, not bothering to close the door behind her.

Cordelia shut the door with a flick of her wrist as you gave her a look that said "I told you so".

"Nobody's gonna catch us, huh?"

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A Cruel Punishment

Tate Langdon x f!reader

warnings: abusive relationship, dominate tate, heavy smut, rough sex, unprotected p in v, degrading, oral female receiving, fingering, dead body, murder, honestly pretty fucked up sex, mentions of past abuse… i’m probably missing more so lmk what i’ve missed!!

summary: after finding out that you spoke to the new boy living in the house, Tate isn’t happy…

word count: 2.5k

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“Are you scared?” he asks.

You’re both in the basement, his latest victim, the new boy who moved into the house, is lying on the ground covered in his own blood. You’d been staring at him for a few minutes, the silence in the room speaking for itself. Your eyes travel back to Tate, to the bloody hammer in his hand. He must notice because he quickly drops it and stuffs his hand into his pocket. You look at the boy again and sigh.

“What did he do?” You mumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

“He saw you; he wanted you,” Tate answers. “I read his little journal. He was fantasizing about you.”

“Tate, he was so young…”

“His age is irrelevant, why aren’t you happy? He was threatening our relationship and I fixed it. You should be relieved,” he replies.

You turn away, starting for the stairs. “I’ll get Moira, we’ve got to clean this mess you’ve made.”

He quickly grabs your wrist. “He deserved it. He was going to pursue you. But you’re mine, I’m never going to let anybody take you away from me.”

Your pulse quickens. “I know.”

“Do you? I could’ve sworn I read somewhere that you spoke to him, told him he was very… what’s the word? Oh right, charming.”

He pulls your wrist and throws you to the ground, right next to the boy. Your head hits the concrete and you wince. You try to hold your head, but Tate grabs both your hands before you can. He’s kneeling between your legs, his dark eyes locked on yours, full of rage. You’re barely a centimeter away from the pool of blood. It smells so strong, you feel nauseous.

“You spoke to him. Admit it now,” he orders.

“I didn’t-”

He digs his nails into your wrists, and you cry out. “Say it.”

“Tate-”

He slaps you across the face before screaming, “SAY IT!”

“It was only a minute I swear,” you cry. “He was being so sweet I couldn’t just ignore him.”

“Sweet? Since when do you like sweet?” He questions darkly.

“I don’t know- it was just nice to be told I’m beautiful by someone new. I’m so sorry Tate, I didn’t mean any of it, I promise. It was just a stupid mistake,” you answer desperately.

“Well, I’m sorry my compliments bore you, I’m sorry I bore you so much. God, you know if I knew how much of a greedy slut you were when we met, I wouldn’t have ever loved you,” he says.

You sniffle, your tears continuing to fall. You want to say that if you knew how much of a psychopath he was when the two of you first met, you wouldn’t have ever loved him. But you can’t and he knows you can’t. You love him because of how crazy he is. You love how possessive and jealous he gets over you, he’s obsessed. Despite the way he hurts you, you can’t help but love him.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, you’re at a loss for words. “I’m so, so sorry.”

He laughs dryly. “You say that now because of the consequences, you really aren’t sorry, we both know that.”

“I didn’t think it mattered this much, we just had a quick conversation,” you reply honestly.

“You were flirting with him.”

“I wasn’t Tate I swear to God. He saw me and asked what I was doing here and I couldn’t just disappear so I had to get him off track by saying those things,” you explain. “It was nothing.”

His eyes roam over your face and he sighs. Without a word, he lets go of one of your wrists and wipes the tears off your cheeks. You can’t help but feel butterflies as he does this. Sometimes, mostly after your fights, he’s the most caring boy in the world. This time he’s still angry though, you think you know what the outcome of this fight is going to be.

“You need to be punished,” he says softly. “You can’t just go around doing what you think is right. To you maybe it was nothing but to me it was very hurtful.”

You nod lightly, your head still hurts from the fall. “I know.”

He lets go of your other wrist and grabs your ankles instead, placing them on his shoulders. You stare at him; the last time he did this you didn’t do anything wrong for months. He knows exactly how you work. What makes you scream from pleasure, and from pain. And though you’ve been together for at least a decade now, every time feels like the first again.

He pulls off your shoes, socks, and throws them across the room. You’re only wearing a simple shirt and sweatpants, before all this happened, you were planning on going to go to sleep. But Tate has other plans now.

“Are you going to let me do this?”

“Yes,” you answer instantly. “Do whatever you want.”

“I plan to,” he says before pushing your legs back to the ground.

In a matter of seconds his hands are on you. Pushing your shirt up, pulling your pants down, he barely gives you time to register what’s happening before he’s moving over you, and his lips are on yours. You kiss him back, and he’s far from gentle. He bites your bottom lip, so hard you gasp. You feel it sting, and as he takes this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, you start to taste your blood. It only makes him more aggressive.

Your head feels like it’s spinning, you can barely breathe. He slides one of his hands across your jaw, down your neck… His rings are still on, you almost shiver from how cold they are against your skin. His lips soon follow the path his hand had made. He sucks, bites, and licks your skin, surely leaving behind proof that he was on you. He likes making sure every other ghost in the house knows your his. You moan, your thighs squeezing around him tight.

When he takes one of your nipples in his mouth your back arches, another moan leaving your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut and lace one of your hands through his. You want him closer, you need him closer, as close as two people can possibly be. But he pulls away and your eyes shoot open. He’s back on his knees, undoing his belt buckle.

Your chest is heaving, your cheeks are red, you almost feel ashamed of how easily he gets you going. You look up at the ceiling and pull your shirt behind your still aching head. It’s better than the hard floor, you guess. Suddenly you feel Tate’s lips on your inner thigh, and you gasp, your head shooting up at the feeling.

His eyes are already on you, and his lips are ever so slightly turned up into that breathtaking smirk of his. God, how beautiful he is. You try to grab his hair, but he swats your hand away.

“Only good girls get to touch me,” he whispers against your skin.

You groan and throw your head back. Your body is warm, you’re aching for him. He slows his kissing, making you even more desperate. Once he reaches the end of that thigh, he moves to the top of your other one, beginning his excruciatingly slow kisses down it.

It feels like forever before he finally runs out of thigh to kiss. You look down at him and watch as he sticks his tongue out and licks back up your thigh. This time, you actually shiver, your legs twitching around him. From the look in his dark eyes to the actual act he’s committing, it’s too much to take in.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he says, ripping you from your thoughts. “How much you want me.”

“Please Tate- I want it so bad, please touch me,” you instantly reply.

He grabs your thighs and pulls your body closer to him. “You’ve got to do better than that baby.”

“I promise I’ll never do it again, I’ll be so good I swear. Please Tate please!” you exclaim. “I’m yours Tate, only yours forever. No other boy could ever compare to you. I need you so bad. You’re the only one for me.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he murmurs before finally burying his head between your legs.

Your back arches as he licks and kisses your clit. He isn’t holding back. You moan and throw your head back again, not caring about the pain that shoots through you as you do so. Your eyes roll back into your head and your thighs clench around his head. It’s as though he knows exactly what’s going on inside your head, exactly what you need. You love that about him.

When he sticks his tongue inside you, you grab his hair and thankfully this time he doesn’t bother pushing you away. He’s too focussed on your soaking cunt. He keeps it there for a few seconds before going back to your clit. You sigh in pleasure and lift your hips, trying to get as much of this as you can. You know Tate won’t do it for long. He never lets you feel good for too long.

As you expected, he pulls back and before you have time to react, he’s crawling over you and catching your lips in another kiss. Your taste yourself on his lips. He slides his hand between your legs and thrusts a finger inside you. You gasp into his mouth and grab his arm- the one that’s now next to your head. He doesn’t stop and instead adds a second finger. You love them, they’re so long, so cold. You can feel his rings brush against you when his fingers are all the way in. You can’t get enough of it.

He moves them at a fast pace, curling them up to reach that spot. You pull at his hair, your moans uncontrolable. He continues to sloppily kiss you, biting and sucking on your tongue. You grind your hips up, letting him deeper inside you.

“Turn your head,” Tate mumbles against your lips.

You open your eyes for a split second and look to your right. No. “Tate-”

“Do it.”

Slowly, you turn your head to the side. You keep your eyes squeezed shut though, you can’t bear to look. Tate doesn’t like this. He slaps you and you whimper, he grabs your chin and squeezes, his fingers still violently moving inside you.

“Keep them open, you need to look at what you’ve done, maybe then you’ll learn your lesson,” he snaps.

You comply, slowly opening your eyes and looking at the boys body. He’s so pale, so young. You fight the urge to look away, but that’s when Tate removes his fingers and instead you feel his tip brush against your entrance. He wraps his hand around your neck as he slowly pushes himself inside you. Your nails dig into his arm, your thighs tighten around his waist, it almost feels too good to be true. Your other arm snakes around his shoulder, you try to pull him closer. He doesn’t bulge.

At first, he goes slow, making sure the image of the dead boy is stuck in your head. You feel uncomfortable, almost turned off completely by the sight in front of you. But as Tate finds an excruciatingly pleasurable pace of his thrusts, you can’t help but want to continue.

After a few minutes of your unbearable punishment, he grabs your chin once again and forcefully turns your head so you’re looking up at him. His dark eyes stare into yours, and with each thrust you fight back the urge to squeeze your eyes shut from the pleasure.

“You’re mine, y/n, all fucking mine. You know that right?” He begins to whisper. All you can do is nod your head, it feels impossible to speak. “I own you.”

He places one of his hands by your head, and the other slithers down to grab your hip. His eyes leave yours, he looks down to where your bodies join, his face expressionless. In seconds he pulls out of you and flips you over. You groan as your bones hit the hard concrete, but quickly forget it as Tate lifts your hips and quickly slides back into you.

You bite down on one of your hands to try keeping your moans from filling the entire house. Tate’s pace is so fast, so hard. The sound of your skin slapping against each other is all you can hear. He places a hand on your back and pushes down, making you bend to an extent you never knew you could do. It hurts so good. He grabs one of your shoulders with his other hand and pulls you back. You can’t help the yelp that escapes as his dick smashes against your cervix.

“Fuck, you’re such a whore, taking me so fucking good,” Tate says, his words ragged. “Cum on my dick baby.”

“Can I?” You ask.

“Yes, yes, I want you to fall apart on my dick, I want you to cum so hard baby,” he replies, his hand moving from your shoulder to your hair. He wraps it around his hand and pulls, almost making you scream.

You feel your orgasm approaching, and you don’t bother to hold it back. When he leans over you and begins to rub your clit you can’t stop yourself from doing exactly what he says. You fall apart on his dick, loud moans leaving your lips, your body collapsing to the cold floor. He doesn’t pause for even a second, his violent pace only making your orgasm better.

He finishes not too long after, his hands gripping your ass so hard you know you’ll have bruises. You feel how hard his dick pulses inside you, it makes a shiver run through your body. When he’s done he pulls out and leaves you on the floor. As he starts to dress, you flip over and sit up. He doesn’t look you in the eye. You know exactly what he’s planning to do now, and you’re hurt by it.

“Do you really have to ignore me for a week? I’ve learned my lesson Tate I swear,” you say. He doesn’t say anything. “Please Tate, I don’t want to be without you. I need like aftercare and stuff. Don’t leave me.”

Tate finally looks at you, his eyes are cold. “You should’ve thought about that before you went and flirted with another guy.” You’re about to reply but he says the two words that you dreaded. “Go away.”

All you can do is stare as he puts his shoes back on, he can’t see you, he doesn’t want to see you. Tears prickle in your eyes. Why did he have to be so cruel? Your heart aches as he looks around the room, he knows you’re still there. He shakes his head one last time before turning and heading upstairs. Leaving you cold, alone, and hurt.

You really fucking hate him, but you’re never going to give him up. Ever.

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lmk what you think did you like it?