#kylespencer

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𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑲𝑨𝑰 - 𝑲𝑨𝑰 𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵

"Now, be a good girl and serve the food.”

(slightly explicit, swearing, kai making suggestive comments, etc.)

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I stirred the pasta that was inside of the pot, Kai and I were having dinner over at my place. He told me he wanted to talk about something important, there was a deep part inside me that knew he had nothing but bad to say. I mean, he has a cult and murders people for his own crazy reasons. But he surprisingly never disrespected me, well, he had before but not in a aggressive way. It’s only because I try not to piss him off even though sometimes he may say something that’s misogynistic and it takes every bone in my body for me not to retaliate.

Our “relationship” was weird. Very weird. He’ll often times make flirty remarks about my body or outfit. I’ll just ignore him or mumble a simple, “thanks,” to him. Now don’t get me wrong, Kai is a extremely attractive man, (If he wasn’t twisted I would’ve considered dating him) But I don’t know how I would even maintain a healthy relationship with him, given the obvious circumstances. Plus, I think he would only want me as a possession, not so much a significant other.

Speaking of Kai, I could feel his presence behind me. I ignored it, thinking he would walk away but he just came closer to my figure. I feel his veiny hands being placed on my waist, he grips gently onto it and pulls me closer to his body. I sigh, shaking my head. “Kai, stop it. I'm trying to make dinner here.”

He presses his hard-on against my backside and my eyes almost popped out my head. I gasp quietly, trying not to let him hear it. I feel his breath down on my neck. "What's the problem?" He muttered in my ear. "We can't do this." I tell him. "I won’t, Kai."

He chuckles darkly, his fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. "Oh, is that so? A week ago you've seemed to enjoy having me in your pretty little mouth." I swallow thickly. “That was a mistake. I won't do it again, Kai. Now can you please move away from me a little?" He laughed a little, nodding slowly. “Only because you asked so nicely."

He backed away from me and I sighed in relief. I went back to stirring the pasta but I could still feel those piercing eyes staring me. “You know..I’ve always loved when you put your hair like this..you look gorgeous..” he says, quietly. “Thanks, Kai.” I said, nonchalantly. He comes closer to me again, placing his hands onto my shoulders and rubbing them in a soft motion.

“You’re wet, aren’t you?” He says quietly into my ear. His hand smoothly moved its way down to stomach, slowly going lower. I stop his hand from going any further and I sigh. "I'm not doing this with you.” I push his hand away and continue stirring the pasta.

Kai groans. "Come on, baby."

"No, Kai. Please stop."

He puts his hand onto my back and slides it down, slowly and gently. I close my eyes and bite my lip. Trying not to make a noise, his hands go even lower and rubs my thigh.

I can't take it anymore.

"Kai, stop it."

He ignores my comment and starts rubbing the fabric of my panties. I bite my lip and whimper quietly.

"Kai," I sigh.

"Hm?” He smirks, and he puts his hand into my panties and strokes my clit. I whimper and grab his wrist, trying to get him off of me. "Stop. Stop touching me, Kai." I tell him sternly. "Or what, huh?" He mutters in my ear. I roll my eyes and continue trying to make him stop. He chuckles and kisses my neck, softly.

Temptation was starting to take over, I was getting so wet and I hated myself for it. His middle finger enters me and he begins stroking my walls.

"Kai.." I moan softly, my legs slightly shaking. He moves his finger in a scissor motion and then adds another. He picks up the pace, curling his fingers inside of me. My legs were becoming weak and shaky, he knew it. He was enjoying watching me fall apart, I knew it. “Oh gosh..” I set my hands on the countertop, my eyes rolling back.

"You want to cum?"

I nod quickly, and he laughs.

"No, say it. Use your words, baby."

"Please, Kai. Let me.." I moan. He speeds up the pace, curling his fingers into a hook and I begin to feel my release. “Fuck, oh shit. Don't stop, please.."

I moan loudly, my knees buckling and my hips moving along with his fingers. He continues to stroke me and I ride his fingers. I throw my head back on Kais s chest and he kisses my neck. "Cum on my fingers, baby. C'mon. You can do it. Cum for me."

I release all over his fingers and my panties were now soaked. Kai pulls his fingers out of my underwear and sucks them. I turn around and look up at him, I was panting hard and sweating.

"Now, be a good girl and serve the food." He says and pats my head. He walks out the kitchen and to the dining room. I look down at myself. My hands were shaking and my legs felt weak. I couldn't believe what just happened. I shake my head and try to gain composure, but it just happened so fast and so unexpected. I was hoping Kai would forget what just happened, but knowing him, he's gonna tease me about it all night.

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(idk about this one…)

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American Horror Love Story (on Wattpad)

✎ This is how the relationship between Evan and Taissa begins again years after the last chat, in person as through a screen. We will retrace together a story (completely invented, but with strategic real events here and there) that sees the real faces of the royal couple in the golden years of the American Horror Story show as protagonists. A journey that from the distant 2011 will lead us to the present day through complex toxic relationships, work problems, selfish choices, sharp violent episodes and uncomfortable truths.

Enjoy and happy AHS season! 

________

This story starts from the end. That's how it always worked between us; expecting a logical thread to follow, or an optimal timing, has never been our forte. This never-ending sequel that continues to disappoint audiences began two minutes ago, at the exact moment I decided to hit send on my damn cell phone when I should have just turned off the TV and went to bed.

“I just watched Dahmer. He's a fucking nightmare made work of art. I couldn't expect anything else from Ryan. And from you. Good job.”

A compliment. It’s just a compliment that I would have paid to anyone among my colleagues. A compliment that doesn’t need any answer to be more or less truthful, I tell myself. But it’s also a compliment that I hope will be read, although there is no obligation, even more so with our precedents. I wonder if it was right, necessary, appreciated, written in the right way, read in the right tone even. But the truth is, I can't be as responsible for his actions as mine. I've been through it before, and yet I still can't say I've learned shit about anything. Because the theory is never the practice. (...)

“Thanks, Tai.”  “Even though it's 5 am and I find myself slightly worried about you.”  “Set, plane or insomnia?”

“Divorce.”

[x-childish-x]

Yes, it's me again ;) Could I also please request prompt 4, 8 and 60 with sweet FrankenKyle, please? Perhaps reader is trying to help him get reacquainted with pleasure and sex after everything? Lots of love!

Re-Teaching

Pairing: Fraken!Kyle x fem!reader

Fandom: American Horror Story

Warnings: NSFW!, smut, oral, male receiving, PiV

Word Count: 1075

A/N: Hello! Thank you for the request lovely! I hope you enjoy this, let me know if anything's wrong. Feedback is always appreciated! Sorry it took me awhile to get out, I've been incredibly busy. Lots of love right back to you.

Summary: You help Kyle get reacquainted with the feelings of sex.

(Gif not mine!)

Being a part of the coven had its ups and downs. The other girls, the secrecy, your supreme. But the most prominent up and a down in your life was Kyle. You had thought it was a terrible idea for Madison, Zoe, and you to go to that party, and you thought it was an even worse idea for Madison and Zoe to bring Kyle back. And in a sense, you were correct.

Kyle was not Kyle, rather a fraction of his former self you'd met at the party. You hated how Madison and Zoe had picked the "best parts" and brought him back into a world that he could hardly function in. However, there was a brighter side. Kyle had chosen you. Out of the three of you, Kyle chose you to follow, to latch onto, to go to for help. 

You spent hours each day helping reacquaint Kyle with life. From things like helping him get dressed and eat to speaking and writing. Truthfully, you loved helping Kyle... hell, let's not lie you love him. And you didn't doubt that he loved you too, times like right now proved it.

Kyle currently clung to your arm as he sat beside you, quietly saying the words on the cards. His head rests on your shoulder and it made you happy to see him so content.

"That's all of them, Kyle," Your voice was soft as you looked down at him, his head staying to stare at the cards, "You did so much better. You're really improving."

He grunted softly, making you shift so he was forced to lift his head and look at you, "What's wrong, Kyle?" 

He shifted his position again, grunting and mumbling, "Want... you."

You smiled, pulling the boy into your chest, "I'm right here, Kyle."

"No!" He whined, pulling back, "Like... this."

Kyle leaned forward, very softly pressing his lips to yours. Tears welled in your eyes, and immediately you kissed him back, guiding his lips under the realization that you'd have to reteach him everything. Kyle pulled you into him, but unlike all the other times you'd hug, you were forced to straddle his lap. Your new position caused a soft whimper to leave Kyle's mouth as you became aware of his hard-on.

"What gave you this idea, Kyle?"

You pulled back, brushing the boy's bangs out of his eyes gently, "Movie... t-thought.. of... you."

You smile, standing up and grabbing his hand. Your lips reconnected with more fever this time, letting you know that Kyle was beginning to feel more confident. And when you gently pushed Kyle to lay down on your bed as you felt your confidence grow.

Kyle chose you. 

No matter how hard Madison and Zoe tried in the beginning, Kyle chose you. Over and over again, each time he chose you. 

"I'll teach you. But... let me know if you get uncomfortable, okay?" 

Kyle nodded to you as you began to slowly kiss down his jaw. Gently, you removed his shirt and began to kiss down his chest, promptly a quiet whine from Kyle. Getting him undressed was easy, seeing as you had helped him get dressed in the beginning. But now, it felt so much different. 

You smiled at Kyle as you kissed the tip of his length, beginning to stroke him, "Do you like it when I touch you like that?"

"M-more," Kyle whined, "Please!"

You nodded, taking the tip of his into your mouth and sucking. A loud, sinful moan left Kyle's mouth the moment your warm lips wrapped around his length. You bobbed slowly at first, allowing him to get reacquainted to the feeling before you took him out of your mouth. Crawling up Kyle's body, he immediately pulled you down, his lips connecting with yours in urgent need.

"More!" Kyle whined loudly, "More! More!"

"Sit back, and enjoy."

You smiled, taking his length in your hands and rubbing his tip between your folds. A soft moan left your mouth as you gently pushed him in, sinking down on him. Kyle's hands immediately grabbed your hips as whines began to leave his mouth. You cupped his cheek, drawing his attention to you.

You smiled slightly at his needy looked before beginning to move. He filled you up deliciously, and as you began to roll your hips while bouncing on him, you couldn't hold in your moans. Kyle's whines filled the air with your moans as you bounce on top of him. He slid in and out of your walls perfectly, his size making your whining increase the quicker you bounce. 

Kyle is struggling to keep control, and you notice that in the way his hips begin to move up to meet yours. You are absolutely drenched around him, something was just so incredibly arousing about being the one to re-teach Kyle what pleasure was.

His grip on your waist tightens, and you realize he's probably close to cumming. But you expected that it was his first time after being brought back after all, of course, it wouldn't be too long, but you didn't think it would be so quick for you to come to. 

"Close!" He cries out, and you begin to wonder what movie he was watching.

"Cum for me, Kyle. Cum." 

He lets out a deep, throaty groan as his hips still and his grip tightens even more, surely leaving bruises. You roll your hips a few last times before your orgasm washes over you. You blame its intensity on the extra heat you felt from being able to teach Kyle. You figured this would be just the start, the start to many more lessons about pleasure. Maybe you should get him some more movies. 

One of Kyle's hands lets go of your waist, finding your own hands holding you upon his chest as soft whines leave your lips while you come down from your high. Kyle squeezes your hand, watching your face in astonishment, loving the look of pleasure he'd given you.

"(Y/n)," Kyle's voice is more breathy, but it's the clearest he's ever said your name, "I... love... you."

Tears well in your eyes as you nod, a large smile coming to your face, "I love you too."

He pulls you down against his chest softly, and you feel relieved the moment his arms wrap around you. You knew your situation wasn't ideal... but you couldn't imagine yourself anywhere else in the world besides Kyle's arms.

[d-a-w]

𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖙 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖘

ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏʀ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴇᴠᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘᴀɪʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ

1.“I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist.”

2.“Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.”

3.“We should probably leave, before we start a scandal.”

4.“Stop looking at me like that or my knees will not hold me any longer.”

5.“I think you lost your underwear somewhere.”

6.“My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”

7.“Is there some space left in that bathtub?”

8.“The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind.”

9.“I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.”

10.“Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

11.“Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?”

12.“I could make you feel better.”

13.“Get back down here, we’re not done yet.”

14.“Later you will definitely need to tell me where you learned this.”

15.“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.

[writersarchivex]

Old Friends- Kyle Spencer Oneshot

a/n: this is kind of trash but i thought it was kinda cute.

warnings: adult language, mentions of death.

Y/N has been attending Robichaux's Academy for a while now, and after years of being here she’s seen a lot. Death, mysterious accidents, and lots and lots of stupid witches doing stupid stuff.

When Zoe and and Madison decided to come running to her, asking for help putting a boy back together, she was sure she was high.

“Okay what the fu- what did you guys do?” She asked frantically getting her stuff together.

Y/N was a pretty sophisticated person. She did her best to not get caught up in the drama, but she knew she had to help. They wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important.

“There’s no time Y/N. Please just help. He doesn’t deserve what happened to him.” Zoe yelled.

Zoe didn’t exactly look guilty. Y/N felt that Zoe really wanted to help this man due to her own self preservation.

“Fine. Just get me coffee or something after we are done.” Y/N sighed, not really knowing what kind of mess she had gotten herself into.

—

Out of all places to preform a spell, the morgue is not ideal. First of all, it’s stinks. Death and bleach pretty much covers it.

She looked around at the discarded limbs and bodies, it was quite sad actually. They were real people, and whatever Madison did killed them all. Pretty painfully she could assume.

“Oh Christ almighty you guys,” She paused looking around the small room once more.

“Which one is it.” She rolled her eyes, taking out the supplies needed for the spell.

Madison pointed, and to be honest Y/N had already decided she was going to make the other girls do the dirty work. She might be okay with doing the spell, but she sure isn’t going to touch all over these five day old corpses.

“Get what you need and put him on the table.”

—

Y/N finally was ready. The other two witches had grown impatient, and they were ready to leave. At this point Madison had already mentioned ditching Y/N and just leaving to get lunch.

Thankfully, Zoe said no.

Y/N walked over to the body, already noticing a heap of blond hair.

“Oh my God-” Y/N gasped, placing her hand over her mouth.

She had no problem with death usually. To her it’s a part of life. This tough, shook her to her very core.

Kyle Spencer’s lifeless form stared up at her. Her best friend from back at home. She felt sick to her stomach all of a sudden.

“Oh just fix him already bitch. I have places to be.” Madison huffed, looking over her nails.

Y/N resisted the urge to kill her on the spot. That would certainly make waves back at the academy.

“I know him. Knew him. Whatever let’s just get this over with.” Y/N spoke sadly, before her eyes roamed over him once more.

——

After a long an exhausting process, she had done it. The spell was done, and all she had to do was wait for the boy to wake up. Unlike her fellow witches, Y/N was actually quite educated on the spell she had just done.

She knew quite well what was going to become of poor Kyle, and she hoped that she would be able to fix it. She didn’t want him to be cursed to a life like that.

Zoe and Y/N sat side by side. Madison had long since ditched the two of them.

“You can go. I’ll take care of him. I’m sorry, I mean it must suck to see someone you were close to like that.” She stuttered.

Zoe was always a bit intimidated by the other witches, except for Nan of course. Nan was such a sweet person, everyone loves her.

“I’m fine. I’m going to probably go. Good luck with him.” She smiled, standing up.

—-

It had been about a week, and Y/N had done everything she could to learn how to fix Kyles mind.

She was sure by now that she could do it, but she was surprisingly nervous that she would mess him up even more.

Y/N was sitting on her bed when the door opened up harshly, startling her a bit.

Zoe pushed a very much so zombied Kyle into the room, and locked the door behind her.

He was being surprisingly calm toward Zoe, as long as she wasn’t touching him, he wouldn’t get all freaky and try to murder her.

“He just- Just killed his mom. Y/N please I cant do this anymore.”

Y/N’s eyes widened.

She didn’t know very much about his mom, but she knew enough. She wasn’t a very good woman, and although Y/N hated to say this, his mom

deserves what she got.

It was now though, that she locked eyes with Kyle. She could’ve sworn she saw his body relax almost immediately.

“Y/N-” He muttered out before rushing to her feet.

He clung desperately to her jean clad legs, and Y/N dared her hand to move to the top of his head, gently massaging his scalp.

Then she saw the blood. He was covered nearly head to toe in his disgusting mother’s blood. This caused a bit of anger to well up inside her.

“First you kill him. Then you make me bring him back to life. Then you don’t even have the fucking decency to clean the blood off him. Get out please, I’ll take it from here.” Y/N stated sharply.

The mere sight of Zoey was beginning to annoy her deeply, and she knew that if the girl stayed much longer, it wouldn’t end well.

Zoe sighed and stepped slowly out of the room, leaving Y/N alone with Kyle.

He was still a mess. Latched on to her legs and whimpering, the man was completely broken.

Kyle must remember her from their childhood. They had quite a defining friendship, and she understood why he remembered her. She was glad that he could feel safe with someone.

He was probably scared to death. Well he’s already dead, but still.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She said softly to the boy in front of her.

She carefully took his arm, and led him to the bathroom. The last thing she wanted was to scare him more than he already was.

—-

She had been successful in cleaning him up, the blood was no longer under his nails and matted in his hair.

She gave him one of her bigger flannels, hoping that and the random pair of jeans she had found would fit him okay.

They are sat on the edge of her bed, internally she was trying to decide on whether or not she would try this spell or not.

She turned to look at him. His soft features resembled the look of a toddler at this point, he was staring into space, and he had been chewing on his fingernail intently.

She made up her mind, and she began to speak slowly.

“Kyle honey, i’m going to help you okay. Don’t be scared.” She said lowly, and he nodded a bit before looking at her.

Curiosity washed over his face as she pulled out the large book full of spells and other ailments.

“Let’s get started then.”

—

It wasn’t perfect, but she had helped. He still stumbled a bit over his words, and his feet but he was pretty much back to normal.

Y/N felt ashamed at how powerful she felt. She never knew that she could accomplish something so big.

She stuffed her feelings down, and did her best to explain everything to him. It was a lot to take in but he just nodded along.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you. I shouldn’t have let Zoe take you.” She said looking at the floor.

Kyle finally had a chance to look at her and really take in the sight. She had grown since last he’d seen her. Her hair was much fuller, and her eyes seemed to be a lot brighter. He had missed her. Every time something cool at school would happen, he desperately would want to tell her. She was gone though, and he had lost his best friend.

He had always loved her, and as the groggy memories came back, he new what he had to do.

He took a very slow and careful step towards the witch and placed his trembling hand on her cheek.

“It’s not your fault. You saved me Y/N.” At this point, he was sure her face was turning a dark shade of pink.

“Kyle I-” Y/N didn’t have time to finish her sentence before Kyle had placed his chapped lips on hers.

Everything she had wanted as a child was finally coming true. She had always loved him. Loved him more than best friends love each other.

They made each other’s lives complete. She was the only one that could rescue him from his mind in their teenage years. He was the one to comfort her when she was scared of the roaring thunder outside.

“I’ve missed you, Kyle. I’m sorry I had to go away.” The witch spoke, feeling tear pool in her eyes.

Her magic was starting to run kind of wild, and the candles in the room lit up, blazing fiercely and causing large shadows to appear on the bedroom walls.

He looked around in amazement, but turned his attention back to the woman when he heard a sniffle.

He wrapped his arms around her, and laid back so they could both look at the ceiling.

The two of them stayed like that, until the next morning. They were woken by a very confused Cordelia Goode.

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How The Evans would React/Prepare to Meet Your Family:

@casseysbasement​

said:

How would the evans react/prepare to meeting the parent(s)/family?😳

Tate Langdon:

-He really doesn’t care all that much, but when he sees that you care, he might just slick his hair back and bring wine

-Considering he’s dead, it’s a little awkward when you’re like “Hey, Tate and I are dating!”

-and Tate just says, unphased “And I’ve been dead since 1994!”

-He’s not really stressed at all about it. He shakes hands (to his ability ofc) and probably thanks your mother for making a hottie, which obviously takes her aback

-keeps whispering judgements in your ear about your parents

-they think he’s alright... but are more glad that you’re happy

Kit Walker:

-nervous, but is slightly confident and very optimistic

-puts the kids in pretty clothes and tells them to be nice and respectful but is mostly just talking to himself

- ”We gotta be nice to them, alright? I want to make them my family too.”

-he brings your mother a bouquet of pretty flowers that the kids helped pick and he spent ten minutes trimming. He chuckles nervously a lot but otherwise, he presents himself as a charming father who is in love with their child

-talks to your father about cars and talks to your mother about your childhood and they like him and the children very much

Pre-Death Kyle Spencer:

--Nervous wreck, but he doesn’t show it when he does meet them. Beforehand, he’s pacing, changes his shirt forty times and rubs his eyes over and over so that maybe he’ll look more lively.

- “Do I look like a dick?”

- ”No, Kyle, you look fine.”

- ”I feel like I look like a dick.”

-He doesn’t know what to do with his hair and stresses over that

-Your parents welcome him in and he is very stiff-standing. It’s a little awkward, but he shakes hands and eventually warms up as the time goes on. He tells his awful dad jokes which your father enjoys and your mom thinks he’s sweet

Post-Death Kyle Spencer:

-You present the idea which makes him nervous more than anything else. You find him rocking on his bed, hands in his hair and go to comfort him and tell him it’ll be alright

-You help him get ready and fill him in on what your parents are like and he nods, still stressing out.

-Once at your parents' place, Kyle picks a single flower from the garden outside and brings it in for your mother. You tell them that Kyle is a little challenged from an accident he was in and they entirely understand

-Kyle tries to help your mom in the kitchen but knocks over the sugar bowl. He’s forgiven, it’s not a big deal, but he immediately starts stressing again and you hug him to calm him down

-At dinner, Kyle uses his proper manners and makes sure to tell your parents how he really feels about you.

- “I... love... them.” He points with his fork at you, which your mother finds adorable. They like him.

Jimmy Darling:

-Prepared to charm his way to your parents’ hearts. Washes up, shaves, slicks back his hair, put on a nice shirt and actually does it up. He’s pretty much ready to go until he looks in the mirror at his hands and shrinks back a bit.

- “Are you sure your parents want you dating a freak?” He asks, putting on his gloves. You know he doubts himself as a person because of his hands so you stand in front of him and tell him it doesn’t matter. He sighs, but sticks it out.

- Your parents don’t notice his hands, which surprises Jimmy a lot. He brought dessert and your mother took it gratefully to the kitchen, right from his hands without staring.

-Your father shakes Jimmy’s hand without making a face or staring and Jimmy is filled with a feeling of welcome that he’s never really had before. His charm comes back and he engages in conversation

-Does accidentally make a sex joke but your parents just laugh at it. They enjoy his company and think that you two are a match made in heaven.

-On the way out your mother says, “Better bring me some babies soon!” and Jimmy looks at you and shrugs, but really is just wallowing in how great it feels that she doesn’t care at all about his deformity.

I hate everyone after season 4 so that’s where I must end!

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[cultlangdon]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

* includes smut

Updated 1/17/21

American Horror Story

Why did you leave me? — Kai finally asks you why you left him all that time ago.

Were you ever going to tell me? — Tate finds the pregnancy test you tried so hard to hide.

We have a problem.. - You find out you’re pregnant with James child.

Series

Beautifully Insane-

Part 1 Part 2

[zadison-scissored]

zyle stans watching the bathroom scene be like

[1-800-bitchcraft]

soft! peter maximoff (:

ok so me and @ahs-memes literally cannot get enough of peter maximoff so i had to make some more soft peter headcanons and also just general hcs

(ALSO PSA I AM LITERALLY IN LOVE WITH THIS GIF)

ok so just imagine

peter being a little stressed out with school and the xmen

so you come to his room and give him a lil cuddle

more like a big cuddle

boOOPING HIS NOSE

“you’re so cute you know that?” “youre cuter.” “no way.”

he loves praiSE

he l i v e s for that shit

call peter a good boy and he is literally putty in your hands

when you call him that he always has a shy lil smile (:

“you’ve been such a good boy today, pete.” *blushes* “but i’m not a good boy :-/“

yes yes he is

also secretly loves to be called pete

it reminds him of when he was a kid

you love to kiss his tummy

and blow raspberries on it too

earning cute little giggles from a very very blushy peter

“Y/n, stop!!! It tickles-wait-ah!!”

he kicks you while he’s sleeping

and so you kinda *scoot* away from him

but then he wakes up

“y/n? where’d you go??!”

anytime you complain about peter being dumb or stupid he’s always like

“you love me” “yeah, but youre annoying!” “you L O V E meeee” *huffs* “yeah yeah i do.”

whenever youre sitting down he always comes up behind you and lays his head on your shoulder

“whatcha lookin at?”

he is so gentle n soft

sometimes in his sleep he will literally lay on top of you

with his face in your boobs

or his arm over your face

“peter get the fuck off meee” “nooooo you make a great pillow”

likes it when you bite his neck

doesn’t cover up the hickies because he loves looking at them

loves doing the “no you hang up!” “noo you hang uppp!!!” when youre on the phone

peter is legit a schoolgirl

if you’re talking to him sometimes he’ll just randomly grab your boob (ofc only in private)

“um peter what” “titty” “peter, no.” “t i t t y”

will die if you wear a tight shirt

he sometimes can be shy when it comes to intimacy even tho it may not seem that way

always wants your approval

bein lil insecure about his body:(

he feels like he needs to lose weight bc he doesnt have a six pack

“pete, you’re adorable and will always be my good boy.” “yeah?” *blushes*

will be very pouty if you’re too busy to hang out

*lays face down on the bed and groans for ten minutes straight*

*makes grabby hands but pushes you away when u try to cuddle him*

if he gets too hopped on sugar youre in for a long long night

will literally do ten different things in the span of thirty seconds

you may or may not lose him for an hour or so????

yknow those polaroid cameras?

he’ll steal yours and take really bad pictures of himself

“peter you wasted all my film!” “wasted???? pfttt no.”

lays his head in your lap a lot

ends up falling alseep

so you just kinda sit there like ? what do i do now

just face it peters too cute to wake up so u just let him lay there

also did i mention that he drools a lot

like theres a fuckin puddle on his pillowcase lmaO

peter also has a very squishy booty

and i want to squOOSH

literally is like the sweetest boy alive

will carry you everywhere if you ever mention that youre tired or your feet hurt

if youre laying on the couch he will sit on you for sure

“oh sorry, babe, didn’t see ya there.” ;)

loves to boop everyones nose

“hey peter we have a mission today by the way.” *boooooooooooooop*

these are well idek but i hope you all like them! likes and reblogs are gr8 (:

requests closed for now!

[mysticalcrypt]

𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑬 - 𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑫𝑶𝑵

"You’ll always be my special girl.”

•••

When she moved in the house with her family, Tate became overjoyed. He would constantly watch her. Whether if she’s sleeping, reading, studying or even taking a shower; he’ll watch her. For weeks, he had been afraid to confront her and actually talk to her. He’d just spend his time watching her, thinking of her in any way possible.

But eventually, he finally introduced himself to her. He gave her this fictional story about how he was her neighbor across the street and of course, she believed him, simply thinking he was a harmless boy who was just misunderstood. They started to hang out a lot. The more Tate was around her, the more he fell in love with her.

He loved her face, her body, her rare personality and her purity. He fantasized of being able to touch her in ways she’s never been touched, and wished that he would be able to show her the ways of love. She was oblivious to the fact he wanted to have her, she just thought of him as a friend. A good friend.

“Tate, ever since I’ve met you, you have changed my life for the better. I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone before.”

Tate smiled, “And I’ve never met someone as beautiful or caring as you..you’ll always be my special girl..”

After countless days of spending time together, Tate finally told her that he was in love with her. That day changed Tate forever, hearing her recuperate his feelings of love made his heart flutter with excitement and happiness. He had never been so happy in his life. From that day forward, Tate made sure to protect her, love her, and cherish her.

And he did.

Just not in the way he wanted.

None of that really happened.

She didn’t like him in that way at all, and that’s what killed her.

His feelings of love overpowered him and he couldn’t handle the fact that the woman he truly loved with all his heart, didn’t love him back.

But he made sure that she would stay with him, forever.

~~~

[myworldismyfandoms-blog]

Where can i watch this interview? 😩😩

[x-childish-x]

Hey you! Can I please request a one shot with my Kyle-bear (Kyle Spencer) with prompts 37 and 40 of the non NSFW list (I couldn't find the NSFW one 😔)

Return of the Dead

Pairing: Kyle Spencer x female reader

Fandom: American Horror Story

Warnings: mention of death, female reader, angst!

Word Count: 1,172

A/N:  OKAY, IN THIS VERSION KYLE'S HANDS ARE HIS OWN BECAUSE I FULLY BELIEVE MADISON WOULDN'T HAVE WANTED HIM TO HAVE THE HANDS OF SOMEONE WHO VIOLATED HER. Okay now.. thank you so much for this request! I hope you enjoy this! It ended up being quite long, I'm sorry. As far as the NSFW prompt list, it's at the very very beginning of my blog. I'm still in the process of making a masterlist, which will include both prompts.

Summary: After bugging Madison and Zoe nonstop Kyle gets fed up and decides he, your dead boyfriend, needs to see you.

(gif not mine!)

For three months you were the only thing Kyle asked for, even before Fiona “restored” him, you're name was the one thing that always left his mouth. Each time Zoe or Madison would enter the room he would gaze at them, muttering your name as a question.

“Y-Y/n?”

They would sigh, looking at him with genuine remorse, “I'm sorry Kyle, but you can't go see her yet.”

And he'd shake his head, not liking their answer. He'd say your name again, more firmly this time, “Y/n.”

Zoe would hand him the photo of you that she took when she had tried to take Kyle back to his mom. Kyle would stare at it, mumbling your name over and over as he admires you. It was a picture he took of you during your first date. You had gotten ice cream together and accidentally gotten it on your nose. Classic and cheesy and absolutely adorable. Kyle wanted to see you more than anything else, but he didn't understand the state you had been in.

You'd been an absolute mess. You'd skipped that party on that fateful night, deciding that you needed to study for your mid-term more than party with Kyle. You regretted every moment of not going and spent the first month and a half sobbing your heart out each day, unaware of the fact that Zoe had tried to reach out to you multiple times only to hear your cries. When the third month passed it wasn't any easier, but you managed to compose yourself enough to not cry every day and to even begin going back to your lectures. 

By the third month, Fiona had “restored” Kyle, and his need to see you had not dwindled in the slightest bit. Each day he'd go to Zoe in the morning, sitting on her bed and waiting for her to wake up. After the fifth day, she didn't jump anymore but simply watched Kyle.

“Y/n?”

“Kyle,” Zoe would sigh, “I'm sorry but not yet, she's not ready for this. To understand this.”

Kyle would argue back until finally, Madison would snap at him, ordering him to get to work. It wasn't until another week passed that Kyle finally snapped.

“You just want to keep me here for yourself!” 

“Kyle?” Zoe gasped, “No, that's not it at all. Y/n isn't ready to understand this.”

This would only infuriate him even more, he had thrown a vase in his anger, fully yelling now, “No! No! She's my girlfriend, not yours! I know her, you don't! She would want me there now, she would have wanted me there months ago!”

It had been on a random day when Kyle finally snapped at Zoe, completely insignificant but luckily on your day off from school and work. You were sat at your desk, taking notes on the current chapter in one of your classes, mindlessly trying to distract yourself from the fact that Kyle wasn't there with you. His head wasn't on your shoulder, his voice wasn't begging you to stop doing work, his arms weren't wrapping around you and pulling you away from your desk. You paused, looking up at the small photo of Kyle and you that you had on your desk when the front door to your apartment burst open.

On instinct you screamed, leaping out of your chair and stumbling backward as you looked towards the man who stormed into your apartment. You stared in horror, your eyes impossibly wide as you looked at your dead boyfriend. A sob wrenched itself out of your throat unconsciously, causing a hand to fly up and cover your mouth as Kyle stepped forward and you stepped back.

“Y/n.. honey, don't you remember me?”

Another sob yanked out of your throat as you stumbled back until you hit your couch, tears falling as you cried out, “It’s all in my head. This isn’t actually happening, you’re not real!”

“Of course I'm real."

Your knees gave way as you crashed to the floor, your tears uncontrollable as you shook your head desperate to get rid of this sick hallucination. Only it wasn't a hallucination, and that became even more apparent as Kyle sat in front of you, criss-cross, and gently laid down his hands. Immediately you cried harder, just short of screaming as you noticed the clover on his arm and you knew this wasn't your Kyle. Your Kyle would never get a tattoo, your Kyle would never get a matching tattoo with one of your frat brothers.

“Honey… love, y/n, please. Calm down, you're going to attract people,” Kyle begged as he took in your shaking form, desperate to hold you and bring you comfort as he'd once been able to. You let out another loud wail and on instinct Kyle reached out, pulling you into his chest, “Please.. calm down.”

“No! No! No!” You cried out pushing against ‘Kyle’, “You're not Kyle, you're not real! Kyle would never get a tattoo!”

You could feel him stiffen at your words but he continued his attempt to calm you. He rests his head on your shoulder, his mouth near your ear, “It's me, honey, it's me. You know it's me because nobody but you and I know about what my mother did to me for all those years. All those years until you got me out and got me safe, here, with you.”

His name left your lips in a soft cry as you grasped onto him, your tears slowly beginning to stop, “You're dead.. you were in multiple… I saw your… oh god Kyle what's going on.”

“I can explain it all later."

“Kyle!?” A girl shouted as she ran into your apartment, eyes landing on the two of you.

“Who are you?” You immediately questioned as you felt Kyle huff against your shoulder, refusing to turn his head.

“I'm Zoe, I brought your boyfriend back.”

Your eyes widened as your tears seemed to finally stop, “Yea, because that's a normal thing to say.”

“It's true,” Kyle whispered, “She brought me back. She and her friend.”

“I... I don't understand,” You mumbled, pulling back to look at Kyle.

“I'll help you understand,” Kyle smiled softly, his hand gently pushing your hair back causing you to notice the thick scars around his wrists.

“Kyle,” You mumbled grabbing his wrist gently, “What happened… why are there scars?"

 “I'm okay y/n. I told you I can explain it all soon. Let's just enjoy now okay?”

“I... I guess I'll leave," Zoe mumbled, stepping back out of your apartment, “I uh.. you know where I am Kyle.”

He simply nodded, having not looked at the girl once since she came. Instead, he stared at you, admiring you like it was the first time he ever saw you. He never wanted to let you go, and now that he had you back he never planned to let you go. You were completely freaked out by the situation, that was a given, but deep down you were just happy to have Kyle back.

[d-a-w]

Not me fantasizing about Bimbo kyle spencer

[heckinmax]

Evan Peters is a beautiful beautiful man