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AHS: Murder House | AHS: Cult Parallels

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★— CHRISTMAS DIVIDERS

was just messing around and wanted to see if i could make dividers <3 feel free to use! likes & reblogs are appreciated. credit not necessary ❤️

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♡~Erik Lehnsherr × Reader headcanons~♡

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He fucks his bestfriend behind your back.

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controversial opinion but unfortunately you are your actions and what you say. if you are mean to people, it doesn’t matter if you sometimes have secret kind thoughts. fortunately you are your actions and what you say. if you are kind in your actions and your words, it doesn’t matter if you sometimes have mean thoughts. the power is in working against inner negative thoughts and being a better person despite it. you have the ability to cultivate the person you want to be.

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Cute? :3

Kyle Spencer x gn!reader

Fluff (can be either platonic or romantic)

Kyle is my puppy who deserves the world so enjoy this wholesome domestic fluffiness <3

~Madison and Zoe are away so you take on the role of caring for the boy~

"….Kyle?" you speak softly, wondering what to say.

The zombie boy's head perks up at the sound of his name, turning to look at you. “...Mhmm?...”

you look over Kyle, still maintaining a gentle expression on your face. "Would you like to take a bath?"

Kyle tilts his head at the word “bath”, visibly confused. He doesn’t make eye-contact with you as he responds quietly, his voice low and primitive.

“…B..b-bath?..”

you gently nod. "I can help you bathe if you don’t know how to."

Kyle appeared hesitant at first, the mere thought of being touched already beginning to bring back bad memories. Nonetheless, he nods reluctantly, trusting that you won’t suddenly lash out at him or bring harm to him. He then stands up, towering over you by almost a foot. He waits for you to lead the way.

you smile kindly once more and gently take Kyle’s hand, leading him to the bathroom that’s connected to your bedroom. He allows himself to be guided, following closely behind you like a lost puppy. He looks around nervously as he enters the space, taking in the surroundings of the room. His eyes fixate on the bathtub, his heart beginning to beat rapidly due to memories coming to mind.

you let go of his hand and look up at him gently. "Do you want help getting undressed?" you ask softly

A look of hesitation washed over Kyle’s face as you asked the question. He knew that you were only being kind and gentle to him, but he despised being vulnerable in front of others, especially being undressed and naked. Nonetheless, he didn’t exactly know how to undress himself, so he slowly nods, looking down at the ground to avoid eye-contact with you.

you smile encouragingly and start the bath water running before carefully helping Kyle undress. You keep looking up at his face and refuse to look down, not wanting to take advantage of the confused boy.

He stands there in a daze, his body stiff and rigid. He could feel your gaze on his face as you avoided looking down, and your gentle touch reassured him that you weren’t a threat. Despite this, he couldn’t help but feel a bit vulnerable and uncomfortable, but he tried his best to keep calm, trusting that you wouldn’t hurt him.

you notice the scars and stitches on Kyle’s body but don’t say anything, continuing to smile at him softly. You turn off the running water and add bath bubbles. "The bath’s ready."

Kyle’s eyes wander over to the bathtub as you add the bubbles, his gaze fixated on the soap and foam forming on top of the water. He hesitates for a moment before slowly getting into the tub. He winces slightly as the warm water makes contact with his pale skin, but he eventually sits down in it, letting out a deep breath. “Just relax” you whisper soothingly. You apply some shampoo to your hands and start to gently massage it into Kyle’s hair and scalp.

Kyle tenses up slightly at the sensation of your touch on his hair. He had never received such gentle care and attention before, it was a foreign feeling to him. Slowly but surely, he relaxes into your touch, letting himself bask in the warmth of the water and your soothing motions.

He closes his eyes, a small hum escaping from his lips, enjoying the feeling of having his hair massaged. You then start to massage his shoulders as well, rubbing the soapy bubbles into his skin. His eyes flutter open at the feeling of your hands on his shoulders, the gentle touch of your fingers soothing his tense muscles. He lets out a soft exhale as you massage his skin, his body feeling more relaxed than it ever has before.

There was a look of pure bliss on his face, a small innocent but somewhat pathetic hum escaping from his lips yet again.

After a few minutes, you grab the shower head and make the water warm before gently running it over Kyle’s head to wash the shampoo out. He flinches a bit at the sudden wetness, but quickly gets used to it. He keeps his eyes shut as you wash the shampoo out of his hair, the water creating a curtain over his face. After you’re done, he opens his eyes, blinking as he looks at you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

you giggle softly. Now Kyle looks even more like a puppy with the way his blonde hair is dripping and stuck to his face.

Kyle tilts his head at the sound of your giggles, his damp golden hair sticking to his forehead. He looks at you with an almost innocent expression, a hint of pink appearing on his cheeks as he watches you laugh at his wet appearance.

after you stop giggling, you smile softly at Kyle. "Does this feel nice?” you ask gently.

Kyle nods slowly in response, a small hum of agreement escaping from his lips. There’s a hint of relaxation on his face as he sat in the tub, the water and bubbly foam surrounding him, your voice like a gentle whisper in his ears. He enjoyed the feeling of being pampered and cared for, it was something new to him, and he definitely didn’t want it to stop anytime soon

"That’s good" you coo and continue gently washing the boy. Kyle closes his eyes again, letting himself soak in the warm water and your gentle touch. It was quite a sight to see to say the least, a boy who was physically much stronger and larger than you, yet you had him sitting quietly in a bathtub and gently washing him down. He was being so cooperative and docile, it was honestly quite adorable.

after you’re done washing him, you speak up again. "There, you’re all clean now. Do you wanna get out of the tub and get dry? Or you can just stay and relax for a little longer if you want."

Kyle opened his eyes upon hearing your soft voice, looking up at you with his usual blank expression. After a few moments, he mumbles a response. “...D-dry… I c-come out…” He slowly stood up from the bathtub, the water sliding off his body. He looked like a wet puppy, standing there dripping in your bathroom. You giggle softly again, trying to ignore the blush on your face. You shyly keep your eyes onto Kyle’s face, flustered that there’s an attractive boy bare ass naked in front of you. "Okay be careful." You gently grab his hand and help him out of the tub so he doesn’t slip. You grab a fluffy towel and wrap it around his waist comfortably, relieved that his lower body parts are covered up now.

As Kyle steps out of the tub, he wobbles slightly due to the slipperiness of the floor, but your grip on his hand provides him stability. His eyes watch you intently as you wrap the towel around his waist, grateful that his private parts were now covered up.

There's a hint of pink dusted across his cheeks as he shyly looks down at the towel wrapped around him, his grip on your hand still tight and clingy.

You feel so awkward and flustered that you caught a small glance at his private parts, but you’re glad that Kyle’s too busy being shy himself to notice. It wasn’t intentional, it just happened when he stood up and you wrapped the towel around him. But you hide your reaction, knowing he’s just a confused vulnerable boy.

Once you’ve finished wrapping the towel around his waist, Kyle holds it in place with one hand, his other hand still gripping onto your hand tightly. He glances up at you shyly, not noticing the flustered look on your face. He looks cute and helpless like a lost puppy, his wet hair sticking to his face and the towel wrapped around his hips.

"Are you cold" you ask softly.

Kyle shivers a bit as the air hits his wet skin, the only thing keeping him warm being the towel around his waist and your hand in his. He mumbles a response, his voice quiet and low. “...C-cold…”

You coo and grab a fluffy robe hanging in the bathroom. It's pink but big enough for Kyle to wear.

As you slide the robe over his arms, Kyle feels a sense of comfort and warmth envelop him. He looks down at the large fluffy robe around his body, it’s much oversized for him, but the material feels soft and cozy. He watches you tie the front, his fingers fiddling with the sleeves as he speaks up quietly “...P-…Pink…”

you giggle quietly. "It is pink. But you look cute."

A look of puzzlement appears on Kyle’s face as you say that he looks cute. He looks down at the pink robe, tugging at the sleeves again, his cheeks flushing slightly at your compliment. He mumbles to himself, repeating what you said.

“…C-cute..?”

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invisible string colin zabel x gn! reader

a/n : had this idea long long ago and finally had time to finish it and thankyou @doll3tt33 your invisible string colin! bot still one of my fav. say i have no idea how forensic and police work i just thought this makes sense so lol just ignore it lmao. this is purely fluff and awkward uninteresting whatever only use y/n for once also apologies if theres any grammatical errors english isnt my first. sorry. i love colin zabel.

every time you cope with all the paperwork, your mind is filled with various worries. well, it's nothing new for you because as always, you just want everything to be easier, though it'll almost occupying your mind all week. this is the moment you realize that one of the papers your team is trying to identify is missing. or maybe it's misplaced? how many times have you flipped through that document?

you let out a deep sigh, hoping to relax your mind a bit. if it's really gone, the only option is to ask for a copy of the document that detective colin zabel brought this morning. you don't even know who he is. just a name in a card. maybe you'll send him an e-mail or just go right to the station? It's not a big deal, really, it's just that you want your document to be nice and neat.

the clock ticking sounds too damn loud— it's too late to continue. there's no reason to stay any longer, so you decide to go home. you shut down your computer and lock the lab door. the night is cold and the fog melt obsecured the figure behind every window, though your throat feels so hot and dry. as you walk down the stairs, there are still a few people lingering in the building, and you find yourself standing in front of the vending machine.

colin is busy with his phone whilst sipping a can of dr. pepper. he glances at you as you stand there for a while. eventually, your eyes meet with his.

stranger. no smile or anything.

colin returns his focus to his phone, and you realize you've been holding a can of dr. pepper.

a few days later, you decide to visit a coffee shop that just had its grand opening. it feels good and sipping a cup of coffee makes you sober, and as sober mean a horrible thought accured to you. shitty missing document. there’s still no reply from detective colin zabel to your e-mail. it's unbelievable how a nice coffee only exists to be sabotaged by a small trouble on your thought.

and there he is. a man at the vending machine. you discreetly glance at him while he holds his coffee and seems to recognize you as well. no smile, he just leaves without saying a word.

do you believe in fate? now you do cause you accidentally run into him, again, while you do your grocery. this time, your eyes meet for almost five seconds until you decide to smile at him. he returns your smile and then continues walking.

is that it? you wish you could just bump your cart into him and say hi.

a few weeks later, you finally meet him again under a better circumstances— at emily’s wedding— your friend’s wedding.

“may i?” that’s the first time you hear his voice, friendly and gentle, he aims the chair beside you. you turn to him and see him smiling with dimples on his cheeks. gosh he’s beautiful.

“sure,” you take a deep breath and began to adjust your sit for no reason. fuck. you know that you're gonna make this awkward.

“you here for emily?” he asks, sitting comfortably with his legs crossed.

“yeah,” you nod. “how do you know?” you furrow your brow with suspicious look while he just shrugs and smiles.

“i just guessed. i saw you talking to her a lot.”

“a lot, huh.” you both laugh. sure, you talked to emily a lot, or was he just watching you a lot? “what about you?”

“i’m here for brad,” ah... the groom’s friend. “a colleague.”

that reminds you of your conversation with brad, where you asked about detective colin zabel, who hadn’t responded to your e-mail. but brad just said the detective was busy. maybe you could ask this man.

“oh, so.... you’re a cop?” you nod, confirming your assumption.

“something like that, yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck, which you’re a hundred percent sure doesn’t itch. this was fair enough. now it makes you less worried you might ruined it because you too damn awkward.

“cool. and i’ve seen you… a few times before.”

“yeah,” he chuckles, “we’ve bumped into each other.... a few times.”

there’s a brief moment of silence, with neither of you saying a word. only the sound of breathing and the slow music revolves around. so, you decide to open the conversation again.

“do you know detective colin zabel?” you ask, turning your head to him. colin's heart skips a beat when you mention his name, and he looks at you with a silly grin.

“yeah... yes, i do. what about it?”

“oh nothing," you keep your eyes to your feet before you continue. "it’s just that i sent him an e-mail a few weeks ago." here you go, sort of like an easy shortcut to just blabbering about your work to stranger. a bad habit. "well, i don’t know him but i work at the forensic lab and i was sorting through some documents. it seems like one got misplaced in the copy i sent to him. brad said he’s always busy.”

“oh…” colin's face suddenly turns red, and he vaguely remembers the document.

“is he always that busy?” you ask.

“….yeah, always. uh yeah… not really,” colin responds shortly.

“it’s been weeks, and i’ve e-mailed him three times with no reply. i dont know, it shouldn't be hard to be a little..... cooperative?" the last word came out like whisper yet playful and your words made colin laugh a bit strange. wow.. he is having fun. “called dick for a reason i guess,” you say it nonchalantly and it makes colin laugh harder this time. you can’t help but laugh with him.

“yeah, uncooperative dick,” he nods. it’s almost funny to you that you hope this conversation will lead to both of you guys rambling about work. wow adulthood.

“see?” your eyes search his eyes excitingly, as if you wait for him to continue. “are all detective like that?”

colin shook his head without saying anything. he studied your face without even realize it could make you uncomfortable. you inhale deeply when eyes to eyes connected, heat start to creep your cheeks.

“sorry, i uh… i didn’t mean to....vent?”

“nah, it’s okay, no worries.” he shakes his head sheepishly. “i’ll make sure he replies to your e-mail tomorrow.”

“really?”

“really.”

his eyes are so dark yet comforting.

“thanks. i’m y/n, by the way.”

“i’m colin. colin zabel.”

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and that’s it. wish you can just run away fast and leave the earth. embarrassment weighs heavily on your mind and your smile disappeared instantly.

“you’re joking.”

“am not.”

“oh god.”

you lower your head and hide your face in the palm of your hands, as you try to cover up your sin. “hey, it’s fine. sorry for being uncooperative… dick,” he’s still chuckling, and there was a definite tone of teasing in it.

“jesus now you tell me,” you mumble.

“okay, okay now, listen to me.” he tries to remove your hands from your face. “i’m—”

“wait. no, me. i am sorry” his big masculin hands enveloped yours and you found yourself blushing and so was shy to face him. you didn’t even realize you just interrupted him.

“well— okay, now we’re both sorry,” he nods reassuring and for a few seconds, his hand still holds yours. clearly this thick tension gonna be one of your newest core memory. probably his too?

“…so embarrassing.” you shake your head a little and murmur almost like to yourself.

“i know, but it’s nice to finally know you.”

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another notes: thankyou so much for reading this. sorry i took your precious time for this shitty writing thing. every like comment and reblog are appreciate<3

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•—masterlist—•

(•sfw •nsfw)

•sad to say i’m already yours (colin zabel x reader) synopsis: you feel left out because colin has been very quiet lately and you try to fix it by communicating it out that leads to an argument) —angst

•invisible string (colin zabel x reader) synopsis: you both are strangers to each other and keep meeting in random circumstances and colin waits the right time to finally say hi) —fluff

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NightSilver is currently feeding my soul it is currently my only source of happiness

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i heart pretty boys ohhh my

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Stealing this shit because it's true

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𝓓on't stand so close to me ⋮ colin zabel

⨾ “young teacher, the subject of schoolgirl fantasy. she wants him so badly” — the police.

ᡣ𐭩 . warnings ᯓ +18 mdni!, teacher!colin, student!reader, age gap (everyone is +18), smut, oral (m receiving). a/n ᯓ thanks @xrag-dollx for the idea! (again) ps: english is not my first language.

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You had been punished again for skipping math classes during the last week and you were upset about it. It wasn't your fault that Professor Johnson's classes were so boring.

But without a doubt the classes you never missed and the ones you were always the first to arrive were those of Professor Zabel. You were always attentive to everything that handsome man said and he, of course, noticed it.

When the bell that indicated that classes were over rang your resoplast and picked up your things to leave the classroom and headed towards the detention room.

You entered and sat at the end of the class, all this looking at your cell phone screen, texting your friend. That was until you heard someone crasping.

You looked up and saw him. You saw him.

“Miss, I think you know very well that mobile phones cannot be used on the school grounds," Colin said with his unmistakeable voice and a small smile on his lips.

Your eyes lit up and your lips curled upwards in a smile. "Professor Zabel, I didn't know it was you who was going to be here supervising"

He sighed and let out a small laugh. "Yes, luckily or unfortunately it's my turn to be here this week"

“That's great! I also have to be here all week," you said with a smile tilting your head.

“Oh, wow. How lucky I am" Colin said in a sarcastic tone making you laugh.

You two had always had that kind of relationship in which the teacher and the student got along well and had enough confidence to joke. But oh, how you wished that trust was more.

“Come on, don't be like that, you know I'm your favourite student” You said as you got up from your seat and walked to the front of the class, where Colin was.

He rolled his eyes at your humourous comment and positioned himself in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest. “More would you like to be my favourite student”

The room was flooded with a deep silence while you stared at each other. Professor Zabel's eyes continued to have that playful look while yours gradually transformed into a seductive look, and he did not take long to realise, taking another step towards you in response.

“And tell me, what have you done to be here punished for a week?” Colin asked intrigued.

“I skipped several math classes” You answered as if it were nothing, sitting on the table with a jump.

“Wow, I didn't have you as a rebel girl,” he said with a small laugh. His eyes flew to your thighs that, as you sat at the table, were even more uncovered by the rolling of your skirt upwards.

You shrugged carelessly letting out a small laugh. “It's not my fault that Professor Johnson is boring. Your classes are something entertaining to watch”

“Oh, yeah? Do you really think my classes are "something interesting to watch"?” Colin asked with a lower tone, getting even closer to you until you could feel his breath and breathing in your ear. “Or do you think I'm interesting to see?” He paused a little when he saw how you frowned. “Don't think I haven't noticed how you look at me, dear, I know perfectly what you really think about me”

You froze in your place, Professor Colin had caught you, but it's not that you were not very discreet either. "I don't know what you're talking about, Professor" You lied even looking him in the eyes.

“Don't play innocent, do you think I didn't realise the times you pretended not to understand something just so I could talk only to you?" He let out a small laugh when he saw how your cheeks turned red. "And well, I think there's no need to talk about that time you sat in the front row and opened your legs excessively so I could see your panties with an unusual wet patch"

You were embarrassed, yes, you had done those things but now that your teacher was saying it out loud you were embarrassed. But you still regained your composure and returned to your usual playful tone. "Yes, but you can't say that you don't like everything I do to get your attention"

He snorted and licked his lips and then brought his face closer to yours. "And what if I like it? What are you going to do now that we are alone?" He asked in a husky tone.

It didn't take you long to put your lips together with his in a thirsty kiss. Colin's hands went to your thighs to open them and be able to position himself between them.

The kiss intensified more and more. His big hand intertached with the locks of your hair, slightly stretching them causing a small gasp to escape from your lips. Colin did not miss the opportunity to put his tongue in your mouth and deepen the kiss.

“You don’t know how much i wanted to do this,” He whispered on your lips. "All those nights thinking about you, all those nights with my cock in my fist"

You couldn't help but moan at his speech and you grabbed him by the shoulders to separate him from your lips. "Let me make you feel good, Professor Colin" You said and got off the table to kneel in front of him and start unbuttoning his pants.

“Your craving it, eh?” He chucked and gathered your hair in a ponytail.

When you got unbuttoned his pants, you caressed the outline of his penis on his boxers. "So big..." You murmured, but he still heard it. Finally you took his member out of his underwear and began to massage it with both hands.

After a few seconds you began to put the head in your oral cavity, moving your tongue around it listening to how Colin began to growl slightly. Little by little you began to put more of his cock in your mouth until it finally made a stop with your throat.

You closed your eyes tightly trying to get used to the new sensation. But little by little you began to move your head from top to bottom while your tongue accompanied the movement.

The grip that your teacher had in your hair became tighter and he began to move his hips gently so it wasn't too much for you. He threw his head back and small grunts and gasps began to come out of his lips.

“Yeah, baby, just like that. Keep sucking my cock like a good girl” He moaned as the movement of his hips accelerated, starting to fuck your mouth even faster.

Your right hand began to caress the rest of his member that did not fit in your mouth, moving faster and faster. You moaned when you felt how Professor Zabel stretched your hair again, moving you away from his member completely.

“I want to cum on your angelic face, do you want that?" He asked to make sure you were ready and you nodded quickly.

He smiled sideways when he saw how desperate you were and grabbed his cock to start pumping it himself. His hand squeezed on his member as he moved it up and down and admired the state you were in.

Your hair was totally disheveled, your lips swollen and your eyes slightly crystalised.

You were a mess.

And Colin loved that.

To help him, you unbuttoned the first buttons of your blouse, showing the beginning of your breasts. And that was enough for Colin to finish.

You closed your eyes and long, thick ropes of semen went to your face, decorating it white.

You finally opened your eyes and saw Colin trying to catch his breath while biting his lower lip before the picture that was your face.

“Fuck, baby. You don’t know how good it was” He said starting to put his member in his pants again to then help you get on your feet.

“I'm glad you liked it" You winked playfully while fixing your blouse.

Colin searched his bag until he found a handkerchief and gently cleaned your face. "That's it, you're clean now" He said giving you a sweet smile while throwing the handkerchief to the classroom trash can.

“Thank you, Professor Zabel. For everything" You said suddenly becoming shy.

“Thanks to you, little lady. And don't worry, next time I'll return the favour" He winked at you, making you blush.

“Is there going to be a 'next time'?" You asked surprised but excited.

“Of course, honey, there will be more than one next time," Colin said with a small laugh. "Now, you can leave, I won't tell anyone that you left earlier" He finished his sentence with a small spanking to your ass, making you let out a small laugh.

You didn't hesitate to come back at the end of the class to pick up your backpack and your phone and head for the door.

“Goodbye, Professor Zabel. See you tomorrow in class" You said winking at him playfully to finally leave the classroom.

Without a doubt, it had been worth skipping math classes to get this punishment.

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evan pics of the day! ik some ppl don't like this hairstyle on him but idk im drooling TBH