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inlovewithgreta · 7 months

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Potions — Cordelia Goode x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Cordelia had been perfecting a potion for weeks now, and it was finally time to put it to the test.

Warnings: aphrodisiac potion, mentions of alcohol, praise kink, explicit language, use of magical abilities, scissoring, fingering, oral, etc…

Word Count: 2.7k

a/n: apologies for the extremely slow updates, I’ve been swamped with work and dealing with personal issues and mental health problems. thank y’all for being so patient with me! 💛

...also I was going to make the potion take longer to work but I’m a whore and wanted to write smut. although I did leave an opening for perhaps a part two??

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"How much longer, 'Delia?" You asked, sneaking your arms around the blonde's slim waist. "I'm growing cold up there without my favorite supreme wrapped in my arms." Your lips couldn't help but fall into a pout as you rested your chin on her shoulder.

"I'm the only supreme, darling." She giggled, keeping her focus on the two glasses in front of her as she dumped a maroon colored liquid just below the rims. "And I'm just finishing up. I think I've finally perfected it!" She bit her plump bottom lip, turning her head to face you with excitement.

"Finally," you gave the blonde a quick kiss. "I really hope this works this time. I can't wait to see which one of us gives in first." You smirked against her lips.

"We haven't even drank it yet and you're already kissing me, darling. It's going to be you. You're very needy."

You protrude your bottom lip in a faux pout that only elicited a wider smile from the blonde and another quick peck to your lips in a reassuring kiss.

"God, I love when you make that face. It's absolutely adorable."

You playfully rolled your eyes at her words and tugged at her shirt to bring her to the plush blanket sprawled out and decorated with a few scattered pillows that sat just a few feet away from the lit fireplace.

Cordelia was well coordinated, and didn't spill a single drop of her newest concoction at your eagerness to bring her back towards the warmth.

You were first to plop down, Cordelia offering your drink to you before she sat down beside you, shoulders just barely touching yours.

"Nuh uh, not so fast, darling." Cordelia stopped your glass from tipping any further when you were too caught up in excitement over your drink. "We have to drink it at the exact same time."

You had nearly forgotten about the specifics, her concoctions always had to be done the way she said so, and it wasn't your place to question the witch when she gave you an order.

Cordelia admired your excitement. It always put a smile on her face that you were always so keen on trying new things, especially if it was something she made specifically for you.

"I really hope this works," Cordelia said quietly.

"It will. I just know it." You reassured her.

The witch then cleared her throat and held her glass towards you, and you were sure to clink your glass against hers in unison before both of you took your first sips from the dark substance.

You let out a sound of approval as the liquid hit your tastebuds. A sweet mix of apple, cinnamon, and a dash of alcohol entered your system. It tasted warm and inviting, the drink instantly putting you at ease...or so you thought.

Your gaze flicked over to the woman next to you who was still focused on her drink. Too focused to notice the way your eyes darkened when her tongue slowly swiped along the sugar coated rim on her glass.

You could feel your cheeks grow warm, and it wasn't just from the fireplace. It felt like you were heating up from the inside out. Your thoughts were in the gutter as a familiar ache grew between your legs.

You tried to play it off by nonchalantly repositioning yourself and squeezing your thighs together, the action not going unnoticed by the blonde.

Cordelia smirked and gulped down the rest of her drink, purposely tipping her glass far too much to let a few stray droplets of liquid fall from the corner of her mouth and land upon the upper swell of her breast.

The witch nonchalantly swiped her thumb along the droplet before sucking the liquid from her finger, purposely eliciting a low moan to play with you.

"How are you feeling, baby? You're looking a little...flushed." Her curved lashes fluttered as her dilated gaze moved from your face down to your bare thighs that were heavily pressed together.

"It's just a bit hot in here, that's all." You attempted to ignore her lustful gaze, instead busying yourself by downing the rest of the homemade potion.

The blonde tugged at the strap of your dress, slowly sliding it down to reveal more of your soft, smooth skin. "I would say I can fix that, but at this rate, it's only going to get much hotter in here." Your gaze flew back to the witch, who looked ethereal with the glow from the fireplace hitting half of her face in just the right place.

"Is that a fact or a promise?" You toyed, pointer finger flicking at the buttons that held her silk blouse together.

"Come here and find out," she bit her plump bottom lip, eyes sparkling with desire.

You nearly pounced on the witch, knocking the glasses out of the way as your lips engulfed hers in a fiery kiss. Cordelia's hands found the hem of your dress, lifting the fabric over your hips and tugging at it, in a way that told you to help her remove the clothing item.

The dress flew to an unknown location after you briefly broke the kiss to help her, neither of you caring where it went and instead rejoining your lips.

You straddled her waist, fingers fumbling with the buttons of her shirt and groaning out of frustration into the kiss as you struggled to free her of her clothing.

A loud rip tore through the room, buttons flying in multiple directions as you managed to tear her blouse open and slide it from her body.

"I loved that shirt," Cordelia mumbled against your lips.

"I'll buy you a new one."

In this moment, you didn't care about the shirt, you cared about how the woman you were straddling was intoxicating. Her floral scent was stronger, her skin felt softer, and the way she had your pussy wet from just a kiss drove you mad with desire.

Cordelia slowly fell back against the cushioned blanket, your lips leaving hers to place tender kisses along her jawline before nipping at the skin along her neck.

"Mm, fuck that worked quicker than I thought it would," Cordelia admitted after eliciting a low moan at your mouth leaving marks down from her neck to her chest.

You couldn't help but let out a laugh at her words before moving her sheer bra to the side, allowing you access to her breast. An eager tongue flicked at her hardened nipple before your mouth latched onto her tit. Your free hand grasped at her other breast, moving the same fabric to the side so you can twist her nipple between your fingers.

Cordelia's breath hitched, back briefly arching from the ground as you gave her chest the attention she was craving.

"Fuck, I need more. It's not enough," she whimpered as her hips just barely bucked below you.

"Mmm, who's the needy one now?" You mumbled, sending wet kisses down past her navel.

Cordelia wrapped a hand in your hair, pulling slightly at the strands just enough to elicit a moan from you, and force your face to look up at her.

"How about you just use that pretty little mouth to fuck me."

You only smirked at her words as you returned to kissing along her body, but stopping along her hip bone to leave fresh love bites along her porcelain skin.

Cordelia squirmed when your head reached her lace panties. Her body ached for you. Hips bucked in anticipation as your teeth took hold of her panties, slowly sliding the thin fabric down her legs.

Your eyes never left hers as you kissed your way up her calves, across her inner thighs, and over to her bare wet pussy. You had never seen her so wet before, and you couldn't wait to taste her dripping cunt.

Your tongue licked the strip up her folds, Cordelia immediately raking her fingers through your hair. You circled her clit slowly and meticulously that forced a sinful moan out of the witch.

"Just like that—" Her smooth legs held you close, while her fingers held your head right where she wanted you.

Cordelia was quick to fall into a blissful state as you lavished her cunt, the fireplace behind you crackling loudly, flames growing brighter the more pleasure you gave Cordelia.

"M-more, I need more! Please," the sound of your lover begging only encouraged you to give her everything she desired.

A single finger easily slid past her entrance covered in arousal, the added sensation leaving Cordelia breathless. As you multitasked, tongue swiping at her clit and finger slowly sliding in and out of her, Cordelia's back arched ever so slightly with quiet whimpers escaping past her lips.

You couldn't help but gaze at the woman in front of you, the way her porcelain skin flowed under the firelight. The way her body squirmed at your touch. And you couldn't help but hum in approval when the grip on your hair tightened.

"Fuck, I need more! Baby please!"

A second finger slid inside her cunt, instantly finding the soft spot with each thrust that had elongated moans reverberating off the dimly lit walls.

Cordelia could feel her body heating up, beads of sweat forming along her chest and forehead, both from warmth from the fire and her own body working itself up from pleasure.

"How's that feel, baby?" You sweetly asked, eyes noting every movement Cordelia made.

"Soo good," the blondes breath was shaky and low.

You picked up your pace against her cunt, ignoring the strain you felt against your forearm as you worked your way to give Cordelia the best treatment she deserves.

Cordelia could feel the welcoming knot in her abdomen, fingers gripping onto your hair to keep your head in place. The witch wasn't taking any chances of you pulling away and making her wait to finish.

"I'm so close.." Her eyes grew bright from the dancing flames as her gaze fell upon you between her legs.

"Let go, baby."

Cordelia's legs stiffened around you, a sharp gasp followed by the roaring of the fireplace behind you let you know that the witch was at her peak. Her back had lifted from the floor, toes curling, and fingers pulling at your hair.

"Fuck!"

The blonde was unable to form a full sentence as she came along your fingers that refused to stop, allowing your lover to ride her high as long as possible.

You hummed as you tasted her along your tongue, slowing your movements little by little on her cunt. Cordelia's vision went blurry, chest riding and falling rapidly as she attempted to catch her breath.

"Okay, okay— I can't—" Cordelia pulled at your hair, forcing your head away from her dripping pussy.

You swiped at your bottom lip with a smirk, immediately crawling your way up her lightly freckled body to engulf her in a heated kiss. You were quick to straddle her, hands fiddling with her tits as her tongue dipped into your mouth.

Her own hands roamed your body, sliding down your sides before grabbing hold of your hips and pulling you the rest of the way down to her. Your wet pussy pressed against her own, and your hips couldn't help but needlessly grind down against her.

"Oh my god..." your words were breathless into the kiss.

Her grip was tight along your hips, manicured nails ever so slightly digging into your skin as she guided you back and forth.

"That feels so good," you whimpered.

Cordelia was already sensitive due to her previous orgasm, but the newfound pleasure from your clit grinding against hers had her eager to chase after another high.

"Let me see you, baby." Cordelia was not only eager to reach another orgasm, but she was even more eager to watch you grind yourself against her.

With one last kiss to her lips, and gently pulling at her lower as you lifted up, Cordelia's chestnut eyes danced over your figure.

There was nothing the witch loved more than to see you on top of her. The way your hair fell around your face, the slight jiggle in your tits as you moved, and the way your hips needlessly moved as you pleasured yourself on her.

"You're so damn beautiful," her hands dipped behind you, grabbing a steady hold of your ass.

Your own hands squeezed at her tits as you held yourself together, a loud hum escaping your throat at her words as your own mouth was unable to form a sentence.

"Just like that, baby. You're doing so good."

You could feel the heat creep onto your cheeks, not from the roaring fireplace behind you, but from the words coming from Cordelia's lips.

She loved praising you and admiring you just as much as you loved to hear it from her. It only made you want to work harder, do your best to ensure you would hear those words again.

You could feel your legs begin to stiffen and your hips start moving at their own pace, and you could feel yourself getting worked up towards your release.

You easily slid across Cordelia's soaked pussy, low moans filling the room as the both of you felt the pleasure only increase.

"So..close..." you whimpered.

"Not yet, baby. I'm almost there. Just a little bit longer."

Cordelia's nails dragged along your hips, leaving minor scratches in their wake that only elicited another moan from you as you lazily nodded your head at her words.

Your stomach tightened and you knew you could finish right then and there, but if Cordelia said to wait, then you would wait for her. You love when you came together. The way your bodies would orgasm at the same time, filling you both with a feeling of euphoria and bliss.

"I can't— 'Delia, please," you whined.

Cordelia's head fell back, mouth agape as her own hips moved in the opposite directions yours did to speed up the process.

It didn't take long thereafter for the witch to nod her head rapidly, moans becoming more consistent as she hurried quickly towards her release.

"Fuck! Come with me!" The words flew from her mouth just before she pulled her bottom lip sharply between her teeth.

Cordelia's legs shook while your breathing stopped, all sounds coming from you going silent as you came along Cordelia's cunt. The blonde followed you soon after, eyebrows knitting as her grip along your hips never ceased.

The flames from the dimly lit candles spread throughout the room went out in a flash, only the fire from the fireplace cascading a glow over both you and Cordelia.

You gasped as you finally caught your breath, Cordelia loosening her grip on you to instead ease up your shaky movements. Your body shook as Cordelia's hands slid to your back, urging your body forward to press her lips against yours.

Your breasts fell in line with Cordelia's as your hands slid to her slim waist. The blonde couldn't help but close her legs, squeezing her thighs tightly together as your lips were pressed together as one.

Cordelia sighed after you broke from the kiss for air, your head immediately falling to the crook of her neck. Her fingers ran tender lines up and down your back as you gave her neck a tender kiss, both of you silently laying there in each other's arms.

The witch was expecting the effects of the potion to wear off by now, but grew curious as to why when she was pressing her thighs together, that she felt the same ache between her thighs as before.

She needed more. Craved for more. Desired more.

You could feel the woman move slightly beneath you, but she gave you no chance to think on it when she expertly flipped the two of you over, eliciting an unexpected gasp from you. The woman now sat on top of you, eyes completely filled with desire as she lowered her lips to hover just centimeters over yours.

"Oh I'm not done just yet." A wicked smirk toyed at her lips, mascara covered eyelashes fluttering as she lowered her tone next to your ear. "I want to ride your face. To feel you lavish every inch of me. To come along your tongue as my fingers play with your pussy."

You felt the same ache she did, the need for more pushing you to force your lips back against hers in a heated kiss that left both of you feeling feral.

If that's what Cordelia wanted, you were going to give it to her... and so much more.

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am3ricanh0rrorwh0re · 16 days

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Excommunicated ☆

Kai Anderson x fem!reader

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

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

( i deeply apologize for starving y’all)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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writersblockedx · 2 years

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Just Being Neighbourly

Pairing - Pre-death!Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader Summary - The two have been neighbours for some years now, yet Tate can't help but make his move. Warnings - None, I don't think, just a lot of fluff! Words - 1.6K

A/n - It’s October which means I’ve been re-watching AHS and couldn’t help but write a tate fic after finishing murder house!

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It was always a mystery living in the house across from the Langdons. They were strange people, Y/n's mother would say coming home late from work after getting reeled into conversation with Constance. Or sometimes Y/n would catch the young boy, whom she knew to be Tate from school, leaving the house in the early hours of the morning.

It was them hours when she would be intruded by the thoughts to follow after to him, to yell his name. They were barely even acquaintances, they would be classed as strangers if it were the fact they knew the other's name. But, for whatever reason, Y/n couldn't help the feeling to make sure he was okay in them midnight hours. Yet, every time them thoughts surface, she'd bypass them, tell herself it was none of her business and return to trying to sleep herself.

It had been one random weekend when things began to change. She'd been standing at the bus stop at the end of the road for a bus that was already five minutes late. Her legs chilly with the autumn breeze that passed, yet she had no choice but to bare it in anticipation for the vehicle which was due. She'd been so focused on trying to spot the bus, she had never even clocked that Tate was wandering up to her.

His hands in his pockets, surely to keep his own palms warm, and a slick smile smothering his expression. "Hey," His soft tone reached her ears, almost making her jump - something of which she was successful in concealing as she turned to face Tate.

She too flashed a grin. Y/n tried hard to make sure it wasn't too much, but at the same time, that it wasn't too little. They were neighbours after all - they had to be neighbourly. But, Y/n also didn't want him getting any other ideas. Well, that part she wasn't quite sure of yet. "Hi, Tate, you alright?" She asked him.

"You don't have to make small talk." He chuckled and they both felt a wave of relief from his words. "We're not our mothers. You know, pretending to make small talk as if we don't hate each."

Her eyes narrowed and she swayed on her feet in curiosity. "How do you know my mother doesn't like yours?" She queried with a cheeky glint in her pupils that they both seemed to share.

"Because I've met my mother. I happen to live with her." He replied.

"Sounds torturous." Y/n didn't know the half of it. "Are you saying we secretly hate each other?" She then asked with the quirk of a brow.

He shrugged and took a moment to reply as if debating if he should even speak at all. "Do you? Hate me?"

Her head shook the moment the words slipped passed his lips, "No, of course not. What gave you that idea?"

Again, he was hesitant. Y/n couldn't know for sure, but this seemed like a concern which had been haunting him for awhile now. "You don't speak to me at school. Like when we pass in the hallways, or in class." He shrugged as if his tone wasn't dripping in heavy emotion he seemed to have been holding onto.

"Niether do you, Tate." She said with a slither of a smile. Had she known her apathy towards him was causing such concern, she would have done something about it.

"So you don't...hate me?"

She grinned back at him like she did the first time. "Course not." She told him, looking back at the road to spot the bus which was soon approaching.

Neither of them said anything as it gained closer until it stopped. Y/n got on first, swirling back to face Tate when he made no move to get onto the bus. "You not getting on?" She questioned with knitted brows.

A slick smirk was plastered against his lips, "I'm not getting a bus." He winked, the doors shut and the bus started moving again. There was one question that soon rung around Y/n's mind: if he wasn't getting on the bus, what had he been doing standing at the bus stop?

There was one thing that came out of that unexpected conversation: Y/n started noticing Tate at school. In the beginning, she'd started to smile at him in the hallways, he'd always smile back. Then it was a 'good morning' as they passed, or whispered in class. Before Y/n even realised it, she was looking for him in the crowds. She wished she'd bump into him, that they'd meet eyes and have an excuse to talk again.

There came a day where she just couldn't bare it anymore. Weeks had passed and while they were friendly, she craved for more. She was seated in the library, surrounded by a few friends. Y/n had a good amount of work to do - as her teachers kept reminder her - but her eyes wouldn't dare peel from the curly-haired boy sat two tables down from her.

Tate always sat alone. Sometimes it was because he simply wanted to do, other times it was because there wasn't a second option. At this time, he was completing some much over-due work, headphones over his ears which drowned out the chatter of the mindless teenagers around him. But it also drowned out Y/n. He was utterly unaware of her presence. Had he been, he probably would have made an effect to catch a glimpse of eye contact for the third time today. Alas, Y/n took matters into her own hands.

Without alerting her friends, she gathered herself from the table she was seated at and wandered over to Tate's. She didn't say anything till she sat in the chair across from him. Still with his music blasting, Tate had no idea of his new company. Well, not until she carefully snatched his Biology book from under him. Then his head snapped upwards, instantly flashing a smile as his gaze found Y/n.

"Ooo," She hummed as she took his text book, "Biology, must be a rough day."

He tucked his headphones off, letting them sit around his neck. "It's not that bad." He shrugged; certainly not his least favourite subject there was.

"Have to argue with you on that one." She quirked, sliding the book back towards him.

"Really? You struggling with an academic subject? Doesn't sound like you." He spoke as if he knew her ever so deeply.

She leaned in slightly, finding her chin fitting in the cup of her palm as she stared affectionately to the boy seated across from her. "And who told you that?" She questioned.

"Well, your mom told mine that you're an exceptional student." He chuckled with his words.

"That is true, except for biology." Y/n explained before a cheeky glint emerged in her eyes. "You know, if you'd be happy to, you could always help me out a little." She was testing the waters. She wasn't sure what had happened that day at the bus stop, but it had flickered some light in her which was still crackling and urging for more.

Tate laughed again, his doe-eyes meeting hers, "I can't believe you're asking me for help." He paused and her smile grew. "But, of course, I'll help you."

And so they arranged a time the next day to study over the subject. They met after school at her house. Despite being neighbours for a good few years, Tate had never in fact been at Y/n's house. But, as he was directed up stairs to her bedroom, he remembered thinking that it was exactly as he had expected it to look. Especially, when it came to her room.

"Do you have your text books?" Questioned Tate as they sat at either end of the bed, soon becoming surrounded by papers.

Y/n played in with knitted brows as she listen intently to the blond boy explain the carbon cycle. A topic which was easily a boring one, yet Y/n was more enticed than ever. "Do you get it?" Tate asked, seemingly snapping her out of her awe.

She nodded, "Pretty much yeah." Tate didn't reply. Instead, he plastered on an adoring smile as their eyes intertwined with one another. "What?" Y/n finally giggled when the silence went on for too long.

"You just-" He looked away for a moment. "You stare a lot." He looked back. Their smiles never faded.

The girl shrugged, "I like how you explain things." There was a glint glistening in her pupil that left Tate questioning what was about to follow.

She was already leaning in when Tate responded, "That's a good thing, I guess." He never shuddered as she got closer. Yet, he could never excuse the shivers which electrocuted his spine as their lips finally touched.

They pulled from one another, their foreheads lingering, yet not daring to touch. Tate still had his eyelids closed when Y/n opened hers. He was savouring the moment. Even if he knew the feelings were certainly reciprocated. Once they finally flickered open, Y/n admitted, "I actually have an A in Bio."

They both giggled. They both knew this wasn't the last. That, despite her A in Bio, there would be more study dates, more kisses and they would become more than just neighbours.

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eventually27 · 1 year

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kit x female reader 🫣 like gentle smut pretty please

💛💚💙🩵

Morning bliss..

You wake up before kit has to go to work and express your love for each other.

(Warnings: smut, foreplay intercourse)

You turned around to look at the clock it was 4.30 am, You tried to stay still and not wake Kit as he had to get up for work soon, but you couldnt get back to sleep, you couldn't resist the urge, you turned so you could see Kits face, he looked so cute when he was sleeping, the moonlight illuminated half of his face, he looked so peaceful.

As you turned back over to try and fall back asleep, you felt Kit move, "suga you ok?" Kit stretched his arm over to pull you in to cuddle you from behind, "Sorry baby, I didn't mean to disturb you, I just woke up after a dream" you loved the warm feeling of being wrapped up in Kits arms, he was the greatest human blanket. "Don't be silly, baby, it's OK. This is way better than any dream I was having," he whispered gently in your ear. It sent goosebumps all over your body. You couldn't help but let out a small gasp. Kit ran his hand across your thigh, feeling your goosebumps. "Did you like that, darlin?" He covered your cheek and neck in kisses, he knew what effect he was having on you, your body covered in goosebumps, he could see your nipples hard through your vest top. Kit pushed his body up against yours, your cheeks pressing right against his semi hard buldge, you felt an ache between your legs, he kissed your neck slowly, all the way down to your shoulder and across your collar bone, you started to grind up against him, you could feel him getting harder which made your ache deeper. Kit moved his hand and pushed your knees apart. He ran his thumb over your pulsing clit causing you to moan, "you like that suga?" Kits whispered as he began to rub between your legs, you felt his cock twitch up against you as he felt the wetness of your underwear, "yes baby I love it", you turned your head so your lips could meet Kits, you kissed slowly but passionately, you loved the taste of him, the feel of his tounge. "Are you ready for me, suga?" Kit rolled you onto your back. You nodded while fixated of his beautiful brown eyes. You watched as he pulled his boxers down, his body lit by the moonlight, his hardness exposed, you couldn't wait to feel him inside of you, it really was different doing it with somebody you truly loved and who truly loved you. Kit gentle kissed you on the lips as he pushed himself inside of you. You both let out a harmonized moan as he got further and further inside of you. He fitted perfectly as if you were made for each other. Kit linked his hands in yours and pushed them into the mattress as he sped up his pace. He looked into your eyes. He loved to see the pleasure he was creating. You watched him, biting his lip, you wrapped your legs around him, to push him in as deep as he could go, you both let out a moan, every thrust was sending shocks through your body, his pelvis hitting your clit with every thrust, you loved watching Kit as he looked down to see himself slide in and out of you, "suga, you feel amazing I can't hold on for much longer, I want you to cum for me darlin" Kit placed his forhead on yours and kissed your lips, "cum for me baby" he whispered in your ear, this made your whole body tingle from head to toe, you felt the pleasure take over your body, you felt yourself tighten around Kit inside of you, he moaned as he also was consumed by pleasure, you both shared this moment together, moaning eachothers names until you were both paralysed by pleasure. "That's the kinda wake up call I could get used to." Kit laughed as you laid in eachothers arms.

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sawyerconfort · 8 months

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the coven when you're taking the seven wonders test...

SHE'S BACK AGAIN!

And with Coven headcannons! Yay, who cheered?

No one asked for that one specifically, but in my mind it sounded like a really great idea, so... Hope you liked it!

Trying my best to come back with more posts in a row, so... Get ready!

Maybe today there's one more, but I'm not sure, so... Stay tuned!

Enjoy!

Requests open but please be gentle and please give me some time!

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The Coven and Kyle at The Seven Wonders Test (Young!Reader, just for the record!)

Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Misty Day, Nan, Queenie, Myrtle Snow, Mallory, Marie Laveau and Kyle Spencer!

Cordelia Goode

I've spoken countless times about how naturally good Cordelia is.

So, it's not news that she will fully support you as long as you decide to even take the test.

But, of course, she's afraid that something will go wrong along the way (trauma from Misty's not-returning scene in Coven, perhaps?)

I mean, if she's the Supreme, she has enough reasons and memories to be scared for you.

Cordelia is the type of person who will practice day after day with you, every spell, every gift, whatever you need her to do, she will do it.

But she'll also make sure to give you a few good seconds of rest, distracting you from the tension and madness of using your powers at full range.

"It's okay honey, you know you're capable of passing the test, and I trust you for that either."

Fiona Goode

Fiona will never admit it, but she's all for you testing the Seven Wonders.

Sure, it means she'll probably fall and be replaced by you, but she really doesn't care.

I completely see a chaotic scenario where Fiona cheats on the test just so you can win.

And then, in her selfless little way, she tries her hardest to convince the others that you deserved the victory on your own merits.

She'll probably just be watching you in the training phase, watching your attempts to do well in one Wonder or another, giggling and pondering over the perfect cheat.

Fiona is clearly so excited for you to try that she'll end up celebrating too loudly when you make it past the first try.

And, again, she will pretend that nothing happened.

"Ah, come on, don't be silly, (Y\N). You're dating the Supreme, of course you'll win that stupid test."

Zoe Benson

I think Zoe would be a lot like Cordelia in that sort of way.

But she would also be very demanding so that you could better train your skills.

Zoe would stay by your side the entire time, relieving all the insecurities of you. She has to make sure you are mentally prepared for this.

When she sees that you feel down about failing, she will try to distract you.

And she will definitely celebrate every achievement you have during the test.

And she would certainly tend to all your wounds, refusing to let you die.

"You can do it, my love. I trust you."

Madison Montgomery

Just as Zoe would behave like Cordelia, I think Madison would behave like Fiona.

She would definitely do anything for you to win.

Anything at all.

But be prepared for a lot of tireless training, daily use of magic to be able to displace your other competitors and, of course, a lot of orders coming from Madison.

I don't think she would cheat for you to win.

I mean, not if it's not strictly necessary.

And if you fail any of the tests, she'll get tough until she's away from the audience.

Madison would never admit it out loud, but there's no way she'd let you die.

"Come on, (Y\N), we have to win this fucking test!"

Misty Day

I'm sure Misty would be a little wary of you deciding to test the Seven Wonders.

But she would equally trust you and use every resource to cheer you up.

Words of affirmation when you feel down and unsure of your potential.

She making you rest as much as possible, especially when the test day is close.

She knows how difficult it can be to prepare for this kind of thing.

You can be sure that she would immediately offer to Concilium.

And that she would take care of you if you were injured, no matter how serious it was.

"Ya can do it, (Y\N), my dear, ya just need confidence."

Nan

Nan is the purest soul possible.

And she puts so much effort into cheering you up that it gets even better.

She's afraid you'll end up failing the test, but she tries to hide it as much as she can so you don't notice.

She will DEFINITELY cheat at Concilium by helping you better control people's minds.

Of course, she's so good at it that nobody notices, after all.

I see her totally getting into trouble with people who try to cheat you to lose on purpose.

"Concentrate, love. Remember what I taught you, right? You can do it!"

Queenie

Okay, Queenie would probably be totally opposed to you taking the Seven Wonders test.

She's been there, she knows how dangerous it can get.

And honestly, she'd rather you join her in voodoo, which is less dangerous.

But even so, I think she would consider the fact that the test would make you happy, so why not?

Ultimately, Queenie would be one of the most present people when it comes to rooting for you.

She would encourage you so much that Cordelia would have to ask her not to break your concentration halfway through.

I see her calling your opponents all the ugliest names possible, just for the pleasure of knowing you're competing.

I don't think she would cheat, she would just protect you from the risks of dying in the middle of the test, and that's not necessarily cheating.

"Come on, love! You can do it! Show them how badass you can be!"

Myrtle Snow

Just the fact that you agree to take the test is a headache for Myrtle.

Like, she knows you're capable, but with all the experience and knowledge she's gained about witches on the Council, is enough to worry her for weeks.

However, she is not opposed to your wanting to take the test.

She will do her best to maintain a neutral posture.

But this is Myrtle Snow we're talking about, so... I don't guarantee she'd hold out until the end.

She would definitely ask you to stop when she sees you are about to get hurt.

And, of course, she would take care of you when she saw that your injuries and your disappointment at not passing the test took the reins of the situation.

"Don't worry, my dear, you did what you could. I still think you'd make a great Supreme, no test necessary."

Mallory

Time to clarify that Mallory is an overprotective girlfriend.

But at the same time, she would support you to the fullest.

She would do anything to help you train for the test, that includes spells, gifts, potions, whatever.

Proud girlfriend on the way!

I also see Cordelia or one of the girls having to ask her to let you focus and stop cheering too loudly.

And when you get hurt, she'll probably take care of you and go back in time countless times just so you don't die.

"It's okay, my love. It's okay, you're okay. And I'm proud of you, so proud."

Marie Laveau

Marie would also be totally opposed to the idea of you trying on the test.

Her rivalry with witches kind of plays into that at first.

But I think your self-assurance and the trust she feels for you changes that idea in a short time.

Marie hates to admit it, but she is proud to see you blossoming new powers.

She will DEFINITELY try her hardest to cheat, on the sly of course.

All for you, in the end, it's worth it.

She will use all of her powers to heal your wounds and keep you from dying.

And without admitting it, too, she'd learn to like the Coven witches better.

"Not to brag, but you're the hottest of the contestants, you're sure to win..."

Kyle Spencer

Kyle was definitely going to be one of your biggest supporters.

Okay, okay, he can't do much, for obvious reasons.

But just having his company there is enough.

He'll be watching you train the entire time, fascinated by your skills.

And he'll give you kisses and cuddles to show that he's proud of you.

The test was going to go well because you made him promise to hold on.

And he did it solely for you.

Sure, some meltdowns and some excessive screaming because he really can't contain himself sometimes, but that's okay.

At least, he did his best.

"Proud. I'm proud of you. (Y\N)."

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giaavqe · 26 days

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if i were to start writing fics / one shots and drabbles for ahs characters, would anyone read them? ive had the idea for a while since i can never find a fic with a perfect scenario i wanna imagine. but i need people’s input before i start.

for more context, i’d probably focus on evan peters’ characters, since im most accustomed to them, but i can do a range of other characters (not limited to ahs) and im in other fandoms, like scream, saw, f1 (i will NOT be writing for the drivers i find it weird im sorry😭), and other things (i’ll probably make a get to know me post if this does well ig).

also a little kyle spencer appreciation right here bc i love my bby and he doesnt have nearly enough fics😞

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Evan Peters x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sad, sensitive topics, self-harm, depression, death of a close family member, anxiety attacks, suicide.

Evan's age: 20 years old.

Bella's age (y/n): 19 years old.

There you were again, hugging your knees in the corner of your room with tears running down your eyes and holding some pretty sharp scissors. Supposedly, according to her therapist, her panic attacks and anxiety would go away if she took her pills, but it only seemed to make them worse. Those little pills made you feel like you were in control, and by not taking them you lost control and didn't know what to do, which always ended with blood on your arms and a girl with very swollen red eyes. You were weak, as this time the cuts were deep and you were losing blood, but you still had the strength to pick up the phone and make a call, you had to call your boyfriend as he knew how to calm you down.

“Evan please answer” you said to yourself with the phone in your hand and blood running down your wrists. “Come on, answer it “ you said and started crying again. A tired voice answered the call.

“Sweetie? What's going on? It's 2:30 am” he said making some small complaints -It seems that I woke him up-.

“Mhhh, I... I'm sorry I shouldn't have called you right now” you said and were ready to end the conversation there, but he spoke again.

“Come on, tell me what happened, It's not normal for you to call me at this time of the morning, are you okay?”

“I don't know what to do” you blurted out and started crying. “I know you always tell me to be strong but I can't stand it, I don't want to be here, you are my only reason to live and I feel like I can't bear all this weight anymore” you said crying harder and harder.

“...” There was a silence.

“Evan?" Are you on the call?”

“Don't tell me you did it again” he said coldly, you didn't answer anything. “I'll go to your house” he said and ended the call.

Less than 10 minutes passed and there was a knock on the door.

“Bella! Open the door please!” Evan wasn't lying when he said he was coming. “Bella, please open me up, I'm worried about you!” You tripped down the stairs, you were bleeding to death. You were very unstable mentally and physically and you wouldn't have more than 10 minutes if you weren't rushed to the hospital. You went downstairs and opened the door for your boyfriend.

“…” He stared at you. “Bella, my God” he said, looking at your arms. “Please, not again” he said and grabbed your arm to lead you to your room.

He went up angry, it wasn't the first time you called him and told him that. He got mad every time he saw those stupid bloody scissors and your bruised wrists, he knew all the problems you had and he helped you through them, but you didn't help much. Going upstairs, he pulled out some bandages and began wrapping them around your forearms.

“Linda... why are you doing this?” He said in a depressed way, he hated having to go to your house to heal you. Shedding a couple of tears, she grabbed her phone and called an ambulance, she had lost too much blood.

“I don't know… I feel like I'm getting worse and worse, I can't get over my mother, my father hates me and I don't have friends, you're the only thing I have left” you said letting some tears fall.

Your mother committed suicide when you were 5 years old because your father was unfaithful to her and she couldn't bear that pain. After what happened with your mother, your father became a fucking alcoholic, drug addict and abuser, he could never touch you but he hit you a lot. Every time he came home from "work" he beat you to death then drank 6 cans of beer and passed out you had to take responsibility for a long time but then you stopped caring and stopped caring about him to worry about the. its. Your mental health got worse and you stopped eating, Evan helped you with everything, he made you eat again and you worried about your health, but you always fell down.

“Honey, just promise me something... don't leave me, I don't know what I would do without you” Evan said making your eyes sparkle.

“I don't know if I'll last a little longer” you said sleepily, your vision blurring -oh no, not this-.

“Bella, hey, don't fall asleep” Evan said, shaking your shoulders. “Hey! Don't fall asleep please! The ambulance will arrive!” he yelled but it was useless, you were no longer with him. “Bella please answer me! I need you with me!” Evan hugged you and cried, he cried a lot, the love of his life had abandoned him.

He was clear about what was going through your mind, but he never thought about what would happen if you were no longer with him. He took you in his arms when he heard noise outside, the ambulances had arrived. Still hoping you might survive, he took you to the first floor as best he could and opened the door, letting the paramedics put you on a stretcher and try to revive you, but all that effort was useless, you had already bled to death.

“Sorry boy, there's nothing we can do, she lost too much blood” the paramedic told Evan.

“No… please, try something else, I know something else could work” replied the totally devastated boy.

“Sorry, there's nothing we can do” he said again, causing Evan to fall to his knees on the floor as he cried.

“Why! Why Bella? Why did you have to leave me?!” Evan told himself as he cried harder and harder.

He felt empty, as if finally he was absolutely nothing. The person he loved so much showed that he didn't care how he would feel without the other's presence.

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midnightstar-90 · 2 years

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My Safe Place

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Tate Langdon x Best Friend! Reader

Summary: When Y/N sees Tate with Violet on Halloween, she and Tate’s other 5 victims decide to give him a visit.

1994

Tate and Y/N have always been best friends. They both had shitty lives and shitty parents which made their bond grow. Tate’s mother didn’t love any of her children, but she took a special liking to Tate. It wasn’t love as much as it was an interest. A sense of accomplishment. And his father mysteriously left out of nowhere when Tate was young. Tate grew resentful toward his father.

Now, Y/N was slightly different. Her parents loved her… at first. But when she was little her mother’s brakes went out while driving, and she couldn’t stop. She ended up rear-ending the car in front of her, and both her mother and the driver instantly died. Y/N’s father didn’t take her mother’s death well. He began drinking. And the constant drinking led her father to start to abuse her, verbally and physically. She was only 6 when her dad beat her to a pulp. He told the doctors that she was hit by a car. Looking over her injuries, the doctors became suspicious, but the girl was in a medically induced coma, so they chose to ignore it. She was scared of her father, and that led to many nights at Tate’s.

When Tate learned what was happening to his friend, he vowed to never let her out of his sight unless it was absolutely necessary. Anyone that knew the two knew that it was incredibly rare to see the two apart. They also knew that Tate would nver hurt the girl, neither would he allow ayone to hurt her.

Now, it was near the end of their Junior year, and finals were quickly approaching. Y/N and Tate had agreed to study together for the next week, before and after school.

It was their last day until finals started, and Y/N was waiting for her best friend. She had a black eye from when she got caught sneaking back into the house this morning. So, to hide the black eye, she wore a black hoodie with the hood up. When she talked to people, she didn’t look up at them. She looked down in hopes that they wouldn’t notice her eye.

“You’ve been here for 30 minutes, Y/L/N. Where’s your boyfriend?” Kyle Greenwell, a Westfield High football player, had asked.

“He’ll be here,” Y/N replied, not looking up from her book. She ignored the “boyfriend” comment and lightly pulled on the drawstrings, causing her hood to tighten around her head.

“Do you mind if we sit with you?” Chloe Stapleton, one of the Westfield High cheerleader, asked. Y/N didn’t speak. Not looking up, Y/N nods her head, allowing the two of them to sit at the table.

It had now been an hour, and Tate still had yet to show. Tate had never left Y/N alone this long, and it was making the girl worried. She was just with him last night. He had even told her that he'd see her at school.

The girl was caught in thought when a loud bang came from the hallway. At first, she had thought someone had dropped a textbook on the hard tile floors, but the sound of students running away and screaming brought Y/N from her trance.

She slowly looked up from her book, not caring who saw the big bruise on her face. Other students in the library were barricading the library’s exits. Y/N didn’t show her fear like most. “The perks of having an abusive father,” She would tell Tate. She held it in for it to later be released in an unhealthy manner.

A tug on Y/N’s pant leg brought her attention underneath the table. She quickly ducked under the table and joined Choloe and Kyle. Chloe was heavily breathing, and it only got worse as a mysterious force tried to enter the library. Kyle covered her mouth with his hand to muffle the sound.

One of the other girls stood from her hiding spot. She had wild dirty blonde hair and a scared look on her face. But behind the girl was a door left without a barricade and was unlocked. The wild haired girl slowly turns to the door as Kyle and I loudly whisper to lock the door. The doorknob slowly starts to turn, and before the doorknob can turn enough to open the door, the librarian quickly gras the handle.

Y/N’s mind was no longer worried about Tate. She was actually glad he wasn’t there. She wasn’t sure if she would make it out alive. Y/N’s face was blank, but her heart was beating at an abnormally fast pace.

As soon as they thought that they were safe with the librarian holding the doorknob, a shot rings out, and the librarian was thrown across the room, causing the girl by the door to scream and run behind the bookshelves.

Kyle and Y/N crawl back under the table. They hear the door creak open, and Y/N leans against the table leg behind her and takes a deep breath.

Slow footsteps interrupt the silence in the room. Then the shooter begins to whistle the song “Twisted Nerve”. Y/N opens her eyes, curious, and looks towards the figure. All she could see without being spotted was the person’s black boots, pants, and coat. (Did this bring you Brooklyn 99 flashbacks? “I think it was that song I want it that way.”)

The shooter, who was wearing all black, slowly walks around picking off each student they could find. Kyle tries to tell the boy across from us to call for help as quietly as possible, but loud enough the boy could hear it. The shooter probably heard, because as soon as the boy grabbed the phone and started to dial, the shooter walked up and shot the boy.

Y/N’s eyes went wide from shock. Chole breaths picked up even more, so Kyle pulled her into a hug.

“Screw this. Everything’s gonna be okay. Everything’s gonna be okay,” Kyle comforts us before leaving his spot from under the table.

“Kyle? Kyle?!” Y/N protested in a hushed tone. She had finally looked up, showing Chloe the giant bruise on her face. Chloe gasped at the sight. “Not now,” she told the cheerleader.

“Hey!” They heard Kyle call out to the figure. The shooter turned towards Kyle, and Kyle says, “That’s enough. Now, get out of here-”. Kyle was cut off by a shot to the chest.

Y/N’s POV

Chloe yells out in pain as she watches Kyle's body hit the ground. My attention goes from the shooter to chloe. I immediately clap my hand over her mouth. The shooter walks towards our table. With each step, my heart beats faster. They lift up the table, flipping it over us. I look up at the shooter and I see—

“Tate?” I ask. I was now crying. My best friend just killed a whole library full of kids.

“Why!” Chloe yells out. Her hands were on the corresponding side of her face. Tate didn’t respond. He lifted the gun up between our heads.

Who’s he gonna kill first?

Tate cocks his gun, prepared to shoot whoever. “Please!” Chloe begs before Tate pulls the trigger.

I can’t even look at the boy that I grew to love without a stream of tears falling down my face.

“Who did that to your eye?” Tate asks, as if he didn’t just kill people. I open my eyes in anger. “All these dead bodies, which you caused, and that’s the first thing you say? Are you gonna kill me too?” I asked the blond haired boy.

“Aren’t you tired?” Tate asked.

“Don’t ignore my question,” I demanded angrily.

“Your dad did that, didn’t he?”

“Why, Tate? You swore you’d never leave me alone. You swore you’d never hurt me. You’ve broken two promises in one day, Tate,” I say through my tears.

“You see, that's why I’m doing this! Your dad. Me. This world. All of it hurts you, and you don’t deserve that,” Tate says, crouching down to my level on the floor. My eyes follow him all the way down. He wipes the tears from my eyes.

“I love you, Tate. I’d rather be with you, because you make me happy,” I cry out.

“You’re hurting right now because of me. I love you too, Y/N, but this is how it has to be. You don’t deserve this from the world, and the world doesn’t deserve you.”

Tate stands back up and cocks his gun once more. He looks me in the eye as he lifts the gun to my head. And right before he shoots, I see a tear run down his face. The last thing I see is… Black.

2011

Violet Harmon sat in gym class, wondering what had gone through her parent's minds that made them want to enroll her in this depressing school. She watched as two nerds struggled to climb the rope. The jocks had finished their climbs first so they played basketball. The quote on quote “cool” girls stood in a circle gossiping, and everyone else sat on the Bleachers.

“You look bored,” a voice said next to her. Violet turned to see who was speaking. It was a teenage girl around the age of 17. She had on a white t-shirt with the school’s logo on her left breast, along with a pair of red gym shorts.

“Yeah, I am,” Violet responded. She turned back to watch the group of people she called her gym class. “Well, seeing as I don't know who you are, you must be new. I'm Y/N,” the girl said with a smile and extended arm. “Violet,” she said, taking the girls hand.

“Well, Violet, as the new girl, I want you to know that if you ever need anything, let me know. I know anything and everything about everyone and everything in this school... Literally,” the girl cheerfully said before walking away.

“Umm, okay,” Violet mumbled to herself.

Violet's first day of school was just as she expected... boring. Well, not everything was boring. The interaction between her and the girl in her gym class was definitely one of the weirdest conversations she's ever had. She just couldn't wait to tell Tate, her newfound friend about her day.

She felt something around Tate that she had never felt around anyone else. She felt like she could spill her heart out to the boy, and he would be there listening and ready to give her advice. But there was also a mysterious aspect to the boy. She didn't know if she could completely trust him. There was a reason he was seeing her father. But that didn't stop her ongoing mission to make it to her room and tell Tate all about her day.

The only obstacle was her mother. Even though both of her parents worked, her mother is a housewife, so she always tried to make time to talk to her family. But ever since the move, Violet wasn't interested.

So, Violet ran into the house, slamming the door, and running up the stairs before her mother could get to her. Sadly, Violet was only halfway up the stairs before Vivien called out to her. "Vi," Vivien called out to her daughter, but Violet pretended not to hear her as she continued to climb up the steps.

She ran to her room and quickly shut the door, causing it to slam. She leaned against the door with her eyes closed. She released a deep breath before getting almost scared to death by a familiar voice.

"Close call?" Tate asked, sitting on her bed.

Violet opened her eyes, seeing her only friend sitting on her bed. A smile appears on Violet's face as she slowly walks over to the bed and sits next to Tate. "What are you doing in here? You know my dad will kill you if he finds you in here," Violet said, looking the boy in his eyes.

Tate smiled and said, "I wanted to see how your first day of school went. It's been a while since I last went to a physical school. It'll be nice to compare experiences."

"Well, it was just as I expected. It was just as shitty as any other school I've been to. Crap food. Crap people. The same old boring lessons. The only thing different was this one girl," Violet explained to Tate. He just watched her, interested in what she was saying.

"Well, she just seemed to pop up out of nowhere."

"And that's strange because?" Tate asked, dragging on the end of 'because'.

"It was strange because she came out of nowhere, telling me about how she knew everything about everyone in the school. Not to mention, she was older than me."

"I still don't see how that's strange. Maybe she's popular."

"When was the last time you saw a Senior ask a Sophomore to be their friend? Besides I asked around and no one had even her of this girl," Violet said.

"Wow. That does sound strange. What was her name?" Tate asked.

"Y/N," Violet said quickly. As soon as Tate heard the name, his face went pale. He hoped that the girl she was talking about wasn't the same Y/N he had known in school. The girl whose life he ended in order to send her away from all the pain the world had to offer. The girl he had loved. If she really was back, then his plan had failed, and all this time she's been trapped inside of a place that could never love her as much as he had.

He had felt a sense of guilt thinking about Y/N. His mind was overrun by memories and thoughts that he didn't even know Violet was shaking the life out of him. "Tate!" She yelled. "Tate!" Tate snapped out of his thoughts and went back to Violet. He looked at the girl with wide eyes. "I have to go," Tate said, leaving the room while still processing what was happening.

"Tate!"

Halloween, 2011

Y/N's POV

"It's Halloween. You know what that means, bitches!" Kyle yelled out. Kyle, Chloe, Amir, Stephanie, Kevin, and I all sat in the same library where our lives ended. I sat in the back, away from everyone, because unlike them, I wasn't angry- or as angry as the rest of them were.

"It means we're gonna get back at that dick that did this to us," Stephanie added. Everyone except for me let out a loud "yeah"- well, everyone that could speak. Amir hadn't been able to speak since Tate popped his jaw off, so all his words sounded like a zombie, or how it sounds when you talk through a thick pillow.

"What's that gonna do?" I ask, brooding in the back.

Everyone stops to face me. Stephanie's eyes squinted in annoyance as she slowly approached me. "Your boyfriend did this to us. To you. You two were inseparable. We never saw you two apart except for that one day. The day he killed us. Aren't you just a teeny bit angry?" Stephanie asked. Our faces nearly touched, and I could feel the anger radiating off of her.

I let out a deep sigh and softly spoke, "Tate killed 16 of us and only 6 of us are still here. That's saying something. And seeing as I'm here, it's saying that I obviously have some type of emotion toward my so-called friend. But unlike you, I've found other ways of channeling my anger."

Chloe scoffed, "You mean that little girl you're all of a sudden friends with?"

"That girl lives in the same house that Tate died in. She's my intel about what goes on in that house," I said with a smirk.

"You sneaky girl," Kyle said mischievously.

"Yeah, well let's just say that Tate is going on a Date with Violet. He's got her wrapped around his finger, and I bet he's gonna hurt her just as he did me," I said through my teeth as I looked down at the table in front of me.

"Tate's going on a date?" Kevin asked, angrily.

"Yes, and this is the perfect time to catch him off guard," I responded.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get this son of a bitch," Kyle spoke. Everyone cheered and began to run out of the vacant library. Kyle stopped, turning to me, who was still in the same spot, looking at the same spot on the desk. My face was emotionless, but Kyle could see in my eye that I wasn't okay. "Y/L/N? You okay?" he asked, standing in front of the doors.

I don't look at him, but I still respond, "Yeah. I'm good. You guys go ahead, I'll catch up." Kyle hesitated. He didn't want to leave me. He could see how upset I was about everything that was going on. But Kyle also knew that he had his own feelings, and they were currently directed towards Tate. Knowing I wasn't looking, he still gives me a sad smile and says a small "okay" before catching up with the others.

On the other hand, I remembered it was Halloween, the day when spirits were allowed to roam the streets. So, I took the time to take a break from Tate, and visit the only place I felt at peace.

I walked the steps of the cemetery and stood outside of the black gates. Outside the gates was a small sign that read 'In loving memory of those we lost' and above it was a tall statue of an angel looking over me. I smiled at the angel, knowing it wouldn't smile back, and continued in.

The cemetery was small, so it wasn't hard to find where I needed to go. I had stopped in front of two tombstones. One was for me. It read 'Y/N Y/L/N' '1977-1994' 'Friend and Daughter' and if you looked closely, you would find a small 'I'm sorry' at the bottom. It couldn've been Tate, so the only person who could've added it must have been my father. I could only assume he was still alive seeing as there were fresh flowers.

"Your father always loved you," A voice said from behind me.

I didn't look at the person, because I knew who it was. "Well, he had a funny way of showing it," I said, looking at my tombstone.

The person walked up to me and wrapped their arms around me. Her head rested on my shoulder, and I swear I could smell the perfume she used to wear. It brought back peaceful memories. "Your father loves you, my love. Every Halloween, I would visit you. You and Tate looked so cute in your matching outfits. Like how he went as Kurt Cobain and you were Cyndi Lauper. While you were out, your father cried himself to sleep. I comforted him as he quietly mumbled ‘I'm sorry, Y/N’," She said as I continued to stare into space.

"It hurt me when I saw them digging the hole for your burial. I thought your father had done something, but there was another parent of a child that died in that school shooting. All I heard was her cries, and it made me think about you. ‘Were you a victim of the school shooting also?’ was what I would ask myself. A mother never wants to see her child in pain, but seeing them dead is a completely different pain. It was so much worse when I saw you nervously walk through those gates, and everything was confirmed. It hurt me to see you... dead," she cried.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I turned around and wrapped my arms around my mother's frame. I laid my head on her chest and let it out. I cried and cried. It sucked knowing that I wouldn't get more time with her until next year, but it was time to confront my demons.

After a while, I pulled out of my mother's hold and stood there, looking up at her. Her smooth hand softly wiped the tears away. I heard her sniffle before she said, "I think it's time for you to go. I'll see you next year, my dear." And with that, she walked away, not looking back. I did as I was told, and I left the cemetery and went to the one place I knew I could trust Tate to be.

"Tate?!" I yelled out as I walked closer to the infamous Murder House. "Tate?!"

"Y/N! Glad you could make it! Were just waiting outside for your boyfriend to come out. Where were you I thought we had a plan," Kyle said, stepping off the porch.

"First of all, I'm not Tate's girlfriend. Secondly, what plan? From what I learned in the library is that you were just gonna mess with him. You never made a plan," I said angrily.

"That was the plan, sweet cheeks. We want to hurt Tate the same way he hurt us. It's not fair that he gets to hide out in his home with a girlfriend, while were sentenced to eternity in that shithole of a school," he argued.

"Well, before you do, I need to talk with him. So, I'll wait also," I said, joining the others on the porch.

Kyle returned to his spot next to Chloe, and we waited. Soon enough, Violet stormed out of the house with a pair of scissors. "Oh great, he sends his little girlfriend out," Kyle starts. "With a pair of scissors. You gonna make us some paper dolls," Stephanie continues.

Violet directs her attention toward Stephanie and says, "This is private property. I have every right to call the cops."

"Go ahead. You'll probably need them," Chloe begins to speak.

"Screw that. She deserves whatever happens to her," Kyle speaks, causing Violet to circle her attention around her. I kept myself faced away from Violet, to keep her from seeing the gruesome state Tate had left me in. But I still listened, ready to intervene.

"Yeah, she's like those lonely fat chicks that marry guys on death row. You're deeply, deeply, disturbed," Stephanie said, catching Violet's attention once again.

"You guys need to take your disgusting made-up faces and go home."

When Violet said that, all the memories that led up to this moment rushed through my mind. The memories I had with my mother before she died. The way my father treated me after she died. My friendship with Tate. And my death. If I think about it, did I really have a home. After my mother's death, my home was with Tate. The place that I felt safest. But I no longer feel safe anymore. Even as a ghost.

"Home? Where is that? I'm an only child. After what happened, my parents split up, sold the house, moved away. No forwarding address. So I don't have a home," Chloe said, standing right in front of Violet.

"Enough!" I yelled, getting the attention of everyone. "Y/N?" Violet asked, shocked to see me. But today she was going to see my true form. My true self. She would see the large hole, that Tate left, where my heart should be. "I've been stuck in that hell hole of a school for 17 years. I've listened to constant complaining from these five for 17 years. And today is the only day a year I have to go anywhere I want, and I’m currently wasting it here. So Violet, I'm asking very nicely. Where is Tate?" Violet was shocked. I had looked at her with true pain. She could see the betrayal, the abuse, and the anger that I was feeling with just one look.

"I just want to ask him a question. And unlike these assholes, I'm not really in the mood to hurt you."

"Y/N, You hang with these assholes?"

"Do you not listen? I'm stuck with them, because of Tate. I thought we were friends. I even had a crush on him. That was... before he killed me. You see this?" I point at the giant hole in my chest. "As if my life wasn't shitty enough, my best friend comes and ends my life, along with 15 others. When I learned where you lived, I knew that Tate would be close by. See if maybe you'd be his next victim. Everyday, I would pray and hope that what happened to me didn't happen to you. Believe me or not, but he is going to hurt you. Maybe not the same way, but he will hurt you. Lets just hope you don't face the same fate as me. You might as well let them have him while you still have the chance."

And with that I left. But I don't go too far.

I sat in the gazebo behind Violet's house and waited. I didn't remember Tate having a gazebo before, so it must've been new. I saw the sun begin to rise and thought that I would have to once again wait another year for my plans to finalize. But I guess I was wrong.

"I knew I'd find you here," Tate said, walking towards the backyard.

I continued to watch the sunrise as I said, "Well, I can't go upstairs to your room anymore, and the sunrise is so beautiful, isn't it?"

Tate sat down next to me. "Yeah. It really is beautiful," He said, but he wasn't looking at the sunrise. Tate's head faced me while his body faced the sunrise. "Shouldn't you be getting back?"

"You mean back to that hell hole you left me in? Yeah, I should, but I have a question to ask you," I spoke, now staring Tate directly in his eye. "Why? Why did you hurt me like that?"

Tate was speechless at the question. It wasn't like he didn't know the answer, but more because of the pain in her voice. Tate hoped that he could get his friend away from this wretched world. He thought he was taking a friend to a place where her dad didn't hurt her, or where she wasn't constantly insulted by his mother when she walked through his door.

"I was hoping to save you from the bad things in the world. I never meant for any of this to happen to you. I really did care about you, Y/N," Tate said. I saw the look in his eye that begged for forgiveness, but I didn't know if I could. "You see the issue with that is, I can't trust you. These last 17 years have left me to wonder if the Tate that I'm seeing now is the same Tate that comforted me when I snuck through your window, injured. So, can I trust you, Tate?"

"Of course you can. I didn't want to hurt you," he cried.

I scoffed. "Yeah, you keep saying that, but you did. You did hurt me Tate. Not only am I dead, but I'm now alone. My safe space had been compromised... You were my safe space! I loved you, Tate!" I felt heavy tears rush down my face. The more I wiped them away, the more I cried.

"Loved?" Tate asked in a whisper.

"Yes, Tate. Loved. You were the only person I could confide in! The only person I could tell my deepest secrets! The one I knew would never hurt me! But I was wrong. I trusted you, but you didn't trust me enough to tell me you were having dark feelings. Instead you take it out on innocent students who, lets be honest, didn't want to be there."

"I'm sorry. Please. I'm sorry. I'll do anything for you to forgive me," Tate cried.

"Anything?" Tate nodded. "Don't hurt her like you did me," I said sadly, getting up from my spot on the gazebo. Tate got up and followed. He grabbed my wrist, causing me to turn and face him. "Please, don't leave me," he begged. "The sun is rising, Tate. And thanks to you I have to return to another year of school. I'll see you soon, Tate."

Tate released my arm and I walked off. I felt something pull me away from the property. I turned around, noticing the sun had finished rising, and a bright white light blinded my vision, but I never arrived back to the school.

"Hello, my daughter," A soft voice spoke, waking me from my white vision.

A/N: Take the ending as who you want. God, your mother, maybe even some other entity, I don't care. I like leaving things up to you to figure out.

And with that I end this story. I really hoped you guys liked this. I've been planning it for a while, but never got to finishing it so I thank you for reading. As much as I love when you like my stories, I also love when you comment and interact with me. If you have something you'd like for me to write, make a request and I'll get to it as soon as possible.

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 8 months

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Insomniac // Tate Langdon

request: not sure if i already requested this butttt could you write tate langdon x reader w insomnia like him js comforting you n holding you in bed as you cry from exhaustion n frustration from not being able to sleep - or som along those lines of reader w insomnia? 💛

prompts: none

summary: no matter what you try, you just can't seem to fall asleep. your boyfriend, tate, tries his best to comfort you.

warnings: not proofread

word count: 512

a/n: i know this is shorter than what i usually write, but i've had some difficulty with motivation so i figured that i would at least try! i'm gonna do my best to write more. even though they might not be as long, i promise i will still put the same amount of effort it!

You groan in frustration as you roll onto your back, staring at the dark ceiling above you. It’s been hours of tossing and turning, hoping that you would eventually drift off to sleep. But the peaceful release of rest and dreams never came. It never does. Night after night you’d lie awake, wishing and praying to fall asleep for even a few minutes. Waiting and waiting for relief from this utter exhaustion that never seemed to come.

Sometimes you were lucky, passing out from exhaustion after trying to fall asleep. You’d wake up in the morning still tired, but at least still able to function. However, with the way things were going tonight, it didn’t look like you were going to fall asleep anytime soon. You were completely drained, needing nothing more than a few hours of sleep. But despite how tired you were, you remained wide awake. And it just made you even more upset.

You sat up, reaching behind you to grab your pillow. Burying your face in it, you let out a frustrated scream. Before you realized it, tears were falling from your eyes. You clutched your pillow to your chest, sobbing in utter frustration and misery. Why were you like this? Why couldn’t you just fall asleep like everyone else did? Why did life feel the need to torture you so?

“Hey, what’s wrong? Why’re you crying?” a gentle voice from beside you said.

You didn’t even need to lift your head to know it was your boyfriend, Tate. You felt the bed dip beside you, a pair of comforting arms wrapping around you. He pulled the pillow out of your grip and you leaned against his chest, holding him tightly.

“Can’t sleep,” your voice muffled from your face being buried in his chest.

He frowned slightly, his hand rubbing your back softly. “Again? I’m sorry baby.”

You cried into his chest, all your pent up emotions spilling out. Tate didn’t mind. He didn’t say anything while you sobbed, just continuing to hold you as you let everything out. Your hands gripped the fabric of his sweater tightly, trying to ground yourself to him.

“Why am I like this? Why can’t I just fall asleep? It’s so easy for everyone else,” you whispered, voice shaking from your tears.

“I don’t know, baby. I just wish I knew how to help you. It hurts me to see you suffer like this,” he replied, still holding you against him.

“You are helping, Tate. Just you being here helps. It makes me feel better. You make me feel better.”

He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. The two of you sat there in silence, just savoring each other's embrace. Soon, your grip on him loosened and your eyes grew heavy. Tate smiled down at you lovingly. He leaned back, laying down on your bed, pulling you down to rest on his chest, being careful to not move you too much.

Soft snores started emanating from you as you finally found the blissful release of sleep in your boyfriend’s arms.

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maraudersoncrack1981 · 18 days

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Chapter 1- Party (Peter x Barty) as Violette and Tate from AHS S1

#party #peter pettigrew #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #peter x barty #tate and violet #american horror story au #au #ao3 oneshot #oneshot #ao3 #fanfic #party fanfic #party fanfiction #party onshot #angst #whiskersmoc #50 shades of peter pettigrew

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evanpfics · 9 months

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New Photo Of Evan Peters. Hope he's doing okay.

Found On: Instagram (brevanpeters)

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am3ricanh0rrorwh0re · 22 days

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Model ☆

jeff pfister x fem!reader

summary: you were hired as a model for future sex bots built by Kineros Robotics, and you fall for a technician

warnings: nsfw, cocaine, unprotected p in v over a desk, oral (male and fem receiving), orgasm denial, unchecked spelling

“Hello?” You call, knocking on a door to the lab of Jeff Pfister and Mutt Nutter; two billionaires and owners of Kineros Robotics, a company that made sex robots. There they were, two men with bowl cuts, one blonde and one brunette. The men were snorting coke out of a crystal bowl and sliding around on spinny chairs

"Woah. what’s a hot chick like you doing here? wanted to meet the sexy billionaires in charge of the company?" the blonde one says, looking you up and down. His vision fluctuated from your tits to your pussy.

“I applied yesterday, that model position. inspiration for a new robot or something,” You laugh. The men nod and snicker.

“Yeah, uh,” The blonde one says after a line of cocaine. “I’m Jeff, and that’s Mutt,” He continues, pointing at himself, and then back at the brunette. You nod, smiling at Jeff. He reciprocates the smile, his gaze following you as you walk around the lab.

“So basically,” Jeff smiled, standing up. “We kinda just need you to strip down to whatever you got underneath that, and just follow our instruction,” Jeff smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes. You agree, taking off your clothes until you’re down to your bra and panties.

Jeff smiled, grabbing some measuring tape. He sighed softly, wrapping it around your hips before giving the measurements to Mutt to write down. You look down at him, smirking. Jeff wraps the measuring tape around one of your thighs, inching his way up to your throbbing heat under your panties. He’s on his knees, looking up at you with a smirk as he tightens the measuring tape around your thigh. One of his hands snakes its way up your thigh, pushing your panties aside. You smile down at him, inhaling shakily.

Jeff nipped at your thigh softly, leading up to your wet entrance. He kept one hand pushing your panties aside, the other held your thigh. He looked back behind him, making sure Mutt wasn’t there, which he wasn’t. Jeff laughed softly, his tongue circling your clit. You bring your hands down to his hair, running your fingers through his blonde mop of hair.

“You like that?” Jeff asked with a smile, his lips pressed against your cunt. The vibrations of his voice shook against you, making you whine. You nod as he keeps going.

“god, I need more,” You moan. Your grip on his hair tightens as he plunged his tongue between your folds. Jeff stands up and grabs your hips, bringing you over to his desk. He pushed you over his desk, his hands running up your sides before he pulled your panties to your ankles.

“you do coke, right?” He asked, grabbing a handful of coke in his hand from the crystal bowl. He wraps his hand around, putting it up to your face.

“try it, babe,” Jeff laughed. You blocked off a nostril and snorted the powder, feeling it scrape your nose as it traveled up your nasal tubes. He wiped the rest off of his hands before grabbing your wrists.

Jeff pinned your wrists to your sides, pressing them down into the desk. He pushed down his pants and boxers before digging his hands back into your wrists. His cock pressed against your wet entrance. He started thrusting, making you moan loudly.

“I knew you were a good hire,” He laughed.

A thrust, followed by a grown.

“I knew it when I saw those tits,”

Another thrust.

You moan loudly, panting. Your breath comes out in short, sharp hitches. “I think i’m gonna cum-“ You squeak. Jeff lets go of your wrists, smacking your ass roughly. that’d leave a mark, you knew it for sure.

“Not yet, don’t cum yet, babe,” He laughed, thrusting in harder. You moan loudly, gasping for air. His fingers weaved their way through your hair before pulling sharply. He slapped your ass again, leaving a real mark.

“Cum,” He dictated. “I said cum,” Jeff demanded, slapping your ass. Your eyes rolled back as you grabbed the desk. Jeff gave one more thrust, followed by a loud groan. He pushed further into you, nuzzling up into you before releasing deep inside.

“Jeff!” You scream, feeling him cum inside of you. He puts a hand over your mouth before pulling out. He scoffed, looking down at your pussy, which was throbbing, leaking out a combination of both of you.

“Shh, it’s fine…worst case scenario? You get pregnant with my baby and it looks fucking perfect,”

(this fic was made for @newwavesylviaplath. love ya camrynnn !!)

taglist: @newwavesylviaplath @cult-of-lambs @fear-is-truth @dangeroustaintedflawed @slutforgarlogan

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kittenwalker · 1 year

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I had the idea of evan and actress reader reading tons of thirst tweets together. Just saw a lot of videos and thoughy it would be nice with evan too omg. You can chose if you wanna write with both or not.

notes : this is very short and shitty but I had a hard time writing the speech and actions together so like yea just a little blurb :) Also evan and reader are just best friends. Enjoyyy

“ Alright ready? “ the producer asked. Y/n looked in the mirror and touched up her hair a bit before nodding her head. “ Okay action! “ The cameras started rolling as Evan introduced himself first. “ Hey Buzzfeed, I’m Evan Peters with the lovely Y/n Y/l/n and today is another ungodly episode of thirst tweets. These are actually going to traumatise me. “ He laughed and slid a hand over his face. “ Don’t worry you’re not alone “ Y/n patted his back, both of them making sad pouting faces.

“ Oh don’t make them think we kidnapped you here and forced you two to do this! “ One of the crew members shouted from behind, making everyone burst out laughing, lighting up the atmosphere. Both the actors pulled out their phones and clicked into twitter, the horrifying and chaotic app. “ Alright shall I do the honours of doing the first one? “ Y/n asked Evan. “ Yes please, I don’t think I’m ready. “ Evan took a deep breath in and heavily blew it out, making you chuckle.

“ Whenever I see Y/n on screen I can only think of letting her sit on my face and me eating the fuck out of her. “ Her eyes were widening as she was reading it. “ Woah already on a great start here Y/n “ Evan gave a funny worried look. “ Yea uhm, well I appreciate being on your mind and hope I taste good in your dreams? “ She shrugged and made an uncertain expression. Seeing that Y/n didn’t have anything left to say, Evan started with his first tweet.

“ When I stumble along a video of Evan, my vibrator suddenly appears in my hand and bussy is purring. “ Evan laughed out loud and shook his head in disapproval. “ God these people on twitter need to be controlled! I’m disappointed in you people on this app. “ Evan put a hand on his chest and acted like a disapproving dad, making Y/n playfully hit his shoulder and laugh at him. Them grinning at each other brightly, “ Okay my turn, this is funner than I thought kinda disturbing but that’s the twist to it. Alright next one, Y/n seems like a great person to have a smoke with while watching a sunset, making out with her till the dusk takes over the sky. “

“ Aww, that’s actually really cute and should’ve been the first one I started out with. Well if you have time we can go have a smoke together, I’m free tomorrow in fact. “ Y/n joked, making a hand into a phone and putting it to her ear, mouthing the words ‘ hook me up ‘ with her wiggling her eyebrows. “ Don’t worry about her people, she’s just desperate for friends, she’s a loner. “ Evan used his large hand and covered Y/n’s face. “ Hey! I choose to be alone sometimes okay “ She scolded Evan, smacking his hand away. He put up his hands in defeat and cackled, “ I trust you, but remember when you’re lonely I’m here to cure it “ Evan placed his hands onto her hand and puckered up his lips while smiling.

“ Yea yea yea, read your next one big boy “ Y/n gestured to his phone. Evan focused his gaze back onto his phone and scrolled to the next tweet. “ I would like for Evan to push me against the wall with his hand around my neck, choking me, then smashes his lips against mine and we have a very heated make-out. “ Hearing him read out his tweet, Y/n almost spat out her water. She was shocked, who knew the internet was so wild and brave to say such things. “ Bravo you’ve got your first nasty one that WILL haunt your dreams tonight. “ Evan just stared at his phone disgustingly, poor man is disturbed.

“ Well firstly, I’m traumatised. Secondly, I would never choke anyone because I am not a sadist myself and wish to not hurt anyone. “ Evan placed his phone faced downwards and wiped imaginary sweat off his forehead. “ Yea guys don’t misunderstand that he’s a sadist, because he’s actually a secret masochi- '' “ Guys please don’t listen to this little girl she doesn't know anything that’s coming out of her mouth. “ Evan interrupted her by putting a hand over her mouth. Taking this as an opportunity, Y/n pinched him arm away, making Evan wince.

“ See everyone! I just got it on black and white that Evan enjoys painnn. “ Not giving a single second for Evan to respond, Y/n moved on to her last tweet. “ Okay last one, let’s get a juicy one. Ah this one, I’m literally so gay for Y/n I wish I could make her feel so good. “ Oh did Y/n love having an effect on both genders. “ Well my fellow, sorry to break this to you but Miss Y/l/n sexuality isn’t colourful. “ Evan said while still soothing his pinched skin. “ Welllll you’re wrong, I actually don’t have a label so you freaky fellows still have chances. “ Y/n smirked while squinting her brows together.

“ Omg you’re saying I have a chance too!? “ Evan dramatically gasped while flicking his wrist. “ Nahh you’re just my best friend “ Y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders while smushing him closer to her. “ Way to go for friendzoning me “ Evan mumbled into her hair as he pretended to cry. “ Your welcome, now read your last tweet crybaby I can’t handle this suffering any longer “ Picking back up his phone he read the last and final tweet to end this pain.

“ I wish Evan Peters could smash a laptop on my tits right now, oh come onnn. Why is it always violence? “ Evan sighed. “ Oh well at least it’s over, now put down that phone and delete that app later. You're too sweet for it. “ Y/n suggested as she funnily pushed off his phone patted his head, acting like his mum.

“ WELL uhm that’s it for today’s disturbing thirst tweet, uhm buzzfeed please never invite us again though it was our pleasure to be here.” Evan unexpectedly shouted his sentence, making Y/n jump and her making a ‘ are you crazy ‘ face. “ Yes thank god let’s please wrap this up but also don’t forget to watch our latest movie American Animals streaming on netflix and hulu. “

Y/n was so glad to wrap this up because all she learned today was that she made the right choice of not being on the internet.

#evan #evan peter x reader #evan peters #evan peter smut #evan peters imagine #evan peter fluff #evan peters oneshot #evan peters smut #evan peters drabble #evan peters one shot #evan peters blurb #ahs #american horror story #ahs smut #ahs fandom #tate langdon #kit walker #james patrick march

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