#AHS imagines

[calummss]

Kai Anderson Headcanon: being his girlfriend ‘sent by god’ and slowly manipulating him

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you joined the cult shortly after you met kai at a coffee shop

he came to you hoping he could pitch his ideas to help him be elected

he was instantly attracted to you and didn’t feel the normal kind of resentment he had for women

you gave him your phone number and went on a few dates before kai opened up to you about starting a cult (very indirectly but you caught on)

you were fascinated by this and asked him to show you (stroked his ego real good)

you saw the meetings and kai even got you a custom clown costume you could wear to watch the killings

when you witnessed your first murder and told him it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, kai could’ve gotten down on one knee that second

proposing to you in a clown costume, covered in blood with a dead body next to you? you couldn’t have been more perfect to him

so when you officially join the ‘cult’ you realised that in order to further gain kai’s trust, you had to earn it. do something really fucked up as you saw him kill immediate members that had been with him for a long time

so you started to brief him on stuff he should do in order to get elected; lied about gary being a spy and pretend to drink a small dose of cyanide to prove your loyalty to him (it was baby power) not tasty but it worked

kai once again stared at you with heart eyes

winter could tell what you were doing but it didn’t matter anymore

you blindsided kai to the point you could make any claim and he’d believe you; you could tell him to kill x person and he would. bc you would’ve died for him

he thinks it was the greatest act of loyalty he’s ever been shown

slowly you start to lead the cult through your puppet, kai. he’s unaware of it like a cute dog

but some can sense it. but they don’t get far cause you have them killed

kai treats you like royaly and every every birthday he kills the amount of the people that age you turn. reminding you of when you first fell in love

and when kai shaved his head he looked sexier than ever. you give him head, fuck him in every corner of the house and provide evidence for a bug device. manipulation through sex—a womens best weapon

all in all kai worships you, not realising what’s happening bc his delusions comfort him by saying that you were sent by god himself

bonus: he loves fucking you with you on top. it reinforces the sent-by-god belief when he looks up at you. bouncing on his cock. he could literally just think about it and come

[marchsfreakshow]

Oh, The Sleeping Beauty {Dandy Mott}

SMUT.

To Dandy, you were a sleeping beauty. But he felt lonely in the night and needed you desperately.

Urm holy fuck I started writing this as a silly lil drabble but oops it became a whole fic. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Warnings!; oral (F recieve), pnv, small bit of body worship, crud smut writing, bare bones plot.

18+! MINORS DNI - READ MY SFW WORKS

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Fuck you were perfect. You were perfect when you slept. Your chest, your delicate face. Your hands, placed anywhere and everywhere. The soft little groans that escaped you as you adjusted your unconscious self in bed. It was perfect. Always perfect.

Dandy stayed up nearly all night watching you sleep. Gently tracing your face, the shape of your eyes, nose, mouth, where your spots were, where the 'imperfections' were. It was all his in his mind. His girl forever. Nothing would feel better to him than feeling if you were having a wet dream or not. His fingers flowed down to your legs and gently gripped one of your thighs. The light touches to your body made you stir a bit, and he almost jumped back when you shuffled around under the sheets. Your sleepy mumbles went unnoticed, and Dandy just laid there, watching and watching.

"Mine." He whispered, holding onto your waist, and refraining from taking his trousers off and jerking off to your beautiful, sleeping face. Your eyes fluttered open slightly, and your eyelids felt heavy. His face was right in front of yours, smiling. You smiled back, resting your hand on his arm that was on your waist. He never wanted you to waste your words.

But now you were awake, he couldn't touch you. Not without permission. He never wanted to hurt his princess by accident. All Dandy wanted was to reach under your nightgown and feel you. He wanted to know what dreams you had, how many of them were of him, and if he had to kill someone. "Dandy.?" You quietly asked. His attention snapped back to your face, after looking over your ridden up night-wear. Dangerous thoughts had come over him, and he wanted you to say 'Ravish me Dandy. Take all of me.' but he knew he had to wait.

Waiting hurt. Night after night, after you had gotten into bed, he sat himself in an empty room. He said fuck it and jerked off. In the darkness of a room, the thoughts of your moans and screams made him whimper and groan to himself. The grip you could have on his arms, and how you instinctively wrapped around him. Inside and out. He wanted to hear you scream out his name when he left bruises on your neck, legs, and torso. He was an addict. Addicted to your scent, and making your perfect skin damaged only by him.

Dandy's thoughts about you were distracted when you pulled him towards you in the bed and kissed him softly. Your soft kisses could make him cum right then and there. Gentle skin and lips pressed against his. Feeling you lose control of where your hands are moving. Your bodies were pressed together, the only thing stopping your contact was your pyjamas. Dandy ended the kiss quick, immediately moving to take your nightgown off. Your body in the darkness was like heaven. He knew your body so well and could touch every spot perfectly in the pitch black. You felt your thighs get risen up, as they were held in place on Dandy's shoulders.

The silence was shaken when Dandy pressed his tongue to your warm clit. It elicited a long moan from you, and Dandy couldn't help but buck his hips into the mattress, wanting friction on his cock. Every single move he took while eating you out, it drove him insane. Your taste, your warmth, your everything. The way your legs shook when you were close. As skilled as he was with his hands, he was even more skilled with his mouth. Fingers and tongue replaced each other when he moved from your clit to inside you. Your heavy eyelids fell and scrunched up when you screamed his name. Dandy revelled in hearing your name when he tasted your cum. It was like candy to him.

"You're perfect." The man whispered, staring into your soul from where his head lay. The warmth was felt on your face by your fingertips unconsciously. He was a god at making you blush and never stopped. Dandy never let go of your thighs, even after making you come. He gripped them, hard, and left small trails of kisses and bite marks on them. Even if they were on your inner thighs, he needed proof on your body that you were his.

The destruction of his precious doll had begun now.

But no matter what he did to you, Dandy still thought you were a perfect, precious, pretty toy for him. "Dandy..." You whispered, beckoning him in the night. Kisses were quickly exchanged again, you could taste yourself still on his tongue. Making you know how tasty you were to Dandy was important to him. He could have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner if it was possible. But it was your turn. Your prince was still wearing his pyjamas, and you felt exposed being the only naked one under the sheets. The buttons were almost broken when you both pulled and ripped Dandy's clothes off him. Even in the musk of the night, you could see him. You traced his torso whilst straddling him. Feeling him all the way down to his pelvis made you chuckle quietly.

Your pussy was sensitive still after being touched and tasted the way it was, and his dick just moving naturally against you always earned another moan from you. It must've been 3am, and lord you were about to wake up the whole house. Even if it was Gloria and Dora who were asleep. Dandy never failed to make you lose your mind, stretching you out always, filling you up to the brim, nearing tears every time he thrust himself upwards in you. That's exactly what he did. You find your own entrance and sink down, feeling yourself get full. "Fuck." You whispered, laying your hands on Dandy's shoulders. The way he almost always hit your cervix could have killed you every single time.

His rhythm started and was quickened whenever you let out a moan that was a little louder than the others. The man under you grinned when it happened and felt proud. He held your waist like a trophy as you bounced on him. His constant trophy was distracted when a gasp of pleasure bubbled in his throat. Slamming yourself down on him occasionally made him whimper and get closer to coming and warming you up. Soon enough you were screaming out for Dandy, leaving faint claw marks on his arms and shoulders.

Dandy came as fast as he blinked, but kept his hold on you, wanting you to stay sitting in him. Neither you felt like moving, but you did roll yourself off of Dandy slowly, immediately cuddling onto his side and catching your breath. It was still dark out, and you just felt like falling back asleep. And you did so very quickly. Your chest's normal rise and fall came back, while Dandy watched you in awe. When you fell asleep, Dandy attempted to get up out of the bed quietly so, as to not wake you. He rummaged through your pitch-black room, picking up a random piece of cloth, whether it was clothing or not, and turning back to your sleeping self. Your legs were once again opened, and you stirred slightly with every touch of the clothing item onto your inner thighs. Both of your releases stuck to you, and you seemed to forget already.

Silence came back once Dandy cleaned you up, leaving you to sleep peacefully. He went back to staring at you, watching you sleep. It made him happy, knowing you were satisfied, and his forever.

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Taglist: @babygorewhore @slvt4jamesmarch @taintandviolent @tatelangdonsweater

[delic7te]

tate langdon x reader drabble

cw: SMUT, overstimulation [wanted to write smut for a long time now but i'm too tired to write the whole scenario so here's a drabble lol]

the sound of tate's loud whimpers filled the whole house, your hands driving him utterly insane as he was about to finish for the ninth time.

"f-fuck... it hurts!" he whines, a layer of tears covering his vision, his whole body shaking.

your tongue teased his burning red and angry tip all over again, his dick hardening even more from your touch, veins popping and visible. "shh, sweetie." you cooed, pressing soft kisses up his shaft which squeezed out more moans from his mouth, his hips desperately bucking up.

"you interrupted my studying because you were too horny to zip it. i'm just giving you what you wanted, baby" you innocently stared up at him from below, him sitting on the bed while you kneeled infront of him.

all of a sudden, the soft kisses were now gone as your hand started pumping him mercilessly. tate gasps, completely not expecting that.

a scream erupts from his throat, cursing and shaking, his vision blurry and hazy from all of the pleasure. he was a fucking mess right now, naked and crying because of everything you were giving him, surely more than he can take.

"oh sh..shit!! y/n!!" he whines again, an almost invisible tear escaping his eyes and he loved it.

your hand slowed down, causing him to cry out and thrust up helplessly. a smirk formed on your lips. "you can take it, it's okay."

[rottenimagines]

SCARS

Summary: What is the part of you that humiliates you the most?

(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise x.)  

‘‘Take off your dress.’’

‘‘ ...what?!’’

‘‘You won’t get a second chance, Y/N.’’

‘‘Please…’’ you beg as a powerful wave of terrible memories arises in your mind, making you feel sick.

                                       (Take off all of your clothes)

‘‘Part of your cooperation includes a physical examination,’’ Mr. Langdon says and you nod in response immediately, too scared to go against him on this.

He stands behind you and unzips the back of your gray dress, slowly. You just close your eyes wishing the earth would swallow you. The dress falls to the floor leaving you just in your underwear. 

There are scratches and deep scars all over your back. Mr. Langdon runs his fingers through your injured skin.

 ‘‘Who?’’ he asks, hoarsely.

‘‘My stepfather.’’

He hesitates for a few seconds before speaking again.

 ‘‘And... did he get what his deserved?’’

‘‘I set him on fire with the same alcohol he spilled out in his sleep,’’ you spit with pure hatred in your voice.

‘‘Good’’, he says behind you. 

.....

...

‘‘... Have I passed the test, Mr. Langdon? C-can I put my dress back on?’’

He stands in front of you with a creepy smirk drawns in his face.

 ‘‘You’ve been a survivor all your life, why would it be different now?’’

‘‘Thank you.’’

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

I. LOVE. your. Writing. Which is why I’m so glad you write for Evan Peters characters because my Evan phase has comeback full force. So if you’re motivated-

Tate Langdon x male reader who thinks Tate looks pretty when he cries. Honestly I can’t decide if angsty reader should be mean/manipulative towards him just to see him cry, or if Tate would be upset about something like his mom/violet did something and reader kisses his tears away and comforts him… So, whatever genre you feel like writing for🥲

“are you mad at me? i- i don’t know what i did, but whatever it is, i’m sorry,” tate said, sniffling softly as he stood in the doorway to your room.

it took everything you had to bite back the smile that threatened to grow on your face. there was this sick, sadistic pleasure you got from watching your boyfriend cry, especially when you were the reason behind his tears.

you sat up on your bed and looked over at him, opening your arms towards him to offer him comfort. tate walked over, his eyes red and puffy with tears streaming down his face, and he sat down beside you, burying himself in your embrace. you held him tightly and kissed the top of his head, trying to soothe the tears you had caused.

“of course i’m not mad at you, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. it’s probably just all in your head, my love. okay? i could never be mad at you, you know that, don’t you?” you voice was soft, trying to calm him down as he sobbed in your embrace.

this had almost become a routine between the two of you by now. you would ignore him for a while, using his low self esteem and tendency to overthink against him, making him doubt how you felt towards him and to always assume you were upset. he would come to you crying, and you would open your arms to him and offer him comfort, manipulating him into thinking that all of his hurt was a figment of his imagination, and that you hadn’t been acting any differently towards him at all.

tate was so in love with you that he found himself believing you. no matter how many times you made him cry or how many times you manipulated him for your own twisted desires, he would always come crawling back to you for even the slightest promise of love and comfort that you offered him.

“don’t cry, my love. you’re alright. everything is just fine,” you whispered, kissing his cheek and holding him tighter, smiling when you felt him melt into your embrace.

he was nothing but your little toy. and he was too infatuated with you to even notice.

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[thethreeeyed-raven]

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🕷️ • meeting him in the murder house | gn!reader • part two

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🕷️ • being her best friend | headcanons | x gn!reader

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🕷️ • the first step | x fem!reader

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🕸️ • qui totum vult totum perdit | x gn!reader

🕷️ • halloween party | x gn!reader

🕷️ • trick or treating | x gn!reader

🕷️ • bonfire night | x gn!reader

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🕷️ • new years | x gn!reader

🕷️ • valentines together | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Mr Gallant ♱⋆

🕷️ • being his best friend | headcanons | x gn!reader

⋆♱ 1984 ♱⋆

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🕷️ • 🕸️ • 🪦 • finally | x sibling!reader

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🕷️ • i cared too much that it killed me | x gn!reader

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[ahsxual]

NSFW ALPHABET - KAI ANDERSON

Genre: Smut

Warnings: death and Kai himself, that's a warning ladies and gentleman

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):

Kai tends to be more affectionate after sex, silently cheeking for any bruises only to take care of them after. He's extremely possessive over you, so he feels the obligation to take care of his little lamb since it's his responsibility. On good days, he will let you cuddle with him while he runs his fingers over your legs and arms softly.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Definitely your ass, nipples, mouth and vagina/penis. He likes to grab them harshly while you're having sex, and fucks every hole in your body.

As for him, he likes his veiny hands and his dick. Those body parts of his are the ones that can offer you more pleasure and make him feel powerful and desired, so they're definitely his favorites.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically):

Inside you: in your mouth, ass and vagina if you have one. He feels the need to mark his territory on you, so he definitely wants you to keep his cum inside you as long as possible.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

He already thought about catching you having sex with another person, and then fuck you roughly to prove who you belong to. But after that, he would fuck whoever was with you just to make you watch without touching yourself, so you feel bad about yourself and regret your actions. "Even that guy/whore made me cum harder than you ever did to me" (which is a lie, he just wants you to feel bad and make you depend on him).

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):

After getting crazy, Kai fucked a lot of women and men, so when you met him, he was already pretty experienced. He's also a fast learner, so he knows exactly how to make you cum in a couple of minutes.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual):

Doggy Style - that way he can change easily from hole to hole if you have a vagina, spank your ass, grab your hair, push your face against the bed or whichever surface you are against to, and have more control over you in general.

The Hook - on this position, he can go deeper inside you while watching your face. It also allows him to kiss, bite, suck and spit on your face and neck.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):

He doesn't shave himself, not even if you asked him to (that would probably be a bad idea, since he would feel insecure which results on him being agressive and loud). If he shaves, it has to be by his own will.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc):

Kai is extremely serious when it comes to sex. He thinks sex has to be seen as something essential for humans and a very important act where two souls and bodies connect with each other. And since he has deep feelings for you, the more serious he gets about it. However, when he won the election to become the official council man, that day you made sweet love with some giggles and smiles here and there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):

It's rare for Kai to be romantic in sex, since he is a hardcore kinky bitch. He will grab you firmly, his hand prints being marked on your body and "love bruises" too. He likes to spank you and make you entirely submissive to him, so he's pretty rough inside the room.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):

Everyone knows that Kai Anderson is a huge fan of masturbation and jerks off a lot. Even when he is with you, sometimes he orders you to simply kneel down while he jerks off on your face, mouth or boobs/nipples and then leaves to work on his cult meetings and future plans/projects.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):

(Oh man, this is going to be long!!!) - Sir/Daddy/Divine Ruler Kink, bondage, pain kink, hard BDSM, choking, voyeurism, golden showers we all agree on this one lmao, hair pulling, blood kink, knife kink, dom/sub, breeding kink, overstimulation, edging, dacryphilia (watching the partner crying), podophilia (foot fetish), degradation/humiliation, innocence kink what am I forgetting.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do):

Literally anywhere. He actually enjoys the adrenaline of getting caught, so he probably prefers to have sex outdoors, or indoors with someone in the house (especially his cult members).

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):

When you obey him and do anything for him, even the hardest things like killing someone.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

There's nothing this man wouldn't do, really. The only thing he probably wouldn't like is being completely submissive, watching someone he was jealous of or that he hates fuck you or someone else without him being in control of the situation lol.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):

Let's be honest here. We know Kai, so I'm almost sure that he prefers receiving a blowjob while he grabs your hair and makes you gag on him. About his oral sex skills, I would say that he's kinda messy and rough. You probably would have to tell him to go slower on you, so he wouldn't rip your clit/dick off lmao. But, when he's feeling generous, he would go down on you and make you cum in a few minutes for sure.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.):

Definitely fast and rough most of the times. He would make you beg to stop fucking you, because of how overstimulated you were and he wouldn't give a shit. On rare occasions, where he's feeling particularly romantic, he would go at a slower pace and be more careful with you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):

He enjoys quickies, but prefers taking his time with you. He has a very high sex drive, so depending on how occupied he is, you could have sex 2-3 times a day.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):

For sure. He loves taking risks when it comes to sex. Especially on public spaces, where you both can be caught anytime. He really likes to try new things, so it doesn't matter how uncommon your kinks are, he would be really excited to try them out. Just say the word and prepare to have the best orgasm of your life.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):

Kai has a very high stamina. He could go to 2-3 rounds with you. The first round he cums fast, but the next ones...

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):

Oh... don't let me get started. When he's feeling particularly kinky, he would tie you up and stimulate you with vibrators, anal plugs, nipple clamps, spanking paddles, anything really. He would only use them on you but if you insist, maybe he would give it a try if you're lucky.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

He's the worst at teasing you when he's horny. He makes you beg until you can't take it anymore, so you can be ready for him just the way he likes it. However, if he's mad or had a bad day, he won't wait for you to get fully prepared for him and will go straight to the point and it hurts

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):

We already know Kai is very loud during sex! He would groan so much while he fucks you and make the loudest moan when he finally cums. He just can't be quiet when he's inside you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):

One of the thoughts that can't get out of Kai's mind is fucking you after killing someone with their body right next to you or in front of his cult members to show everyone his dominance and power over you he's crazyyy.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):

I would say his dick is probably 6,5 inches and thick, but not too much.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

Like I said, his sex drive is extremely high. He's always thinking about fucking you in the most random times and places, while doing the most nasty things to you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

Pretty fast, actually. Now that you've been together for a long time, he completely trusts you to sleep peacefully next to you and not betray him like the others did.

[femfallenangel]

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

rather melodramatic , aren’t you ?

( violet harmon x fem!reader )

warnings ; smoking , mature language.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[darling-i-read-it]

The Mistress

Harry Gardner x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: smut (blowjob), cheating, sex in a public bathroom literally while his family is in the other room (who am i) 

Author’s Note: Hi love! Sorry this took so long! I feel like I went with the slightly creepy route straight into a bj lmao so I hope you like it. I don’t know how I feel lmaoo

Requested by anon, Happy to hear you're doing well, hun! I'm so excited to see your upcoming pieces because these most recent two are absolute gems 💗(I'm a big GTA and RE fan what can I saw I was overjoyed to see them 🤭)

Don't mind me with another Harry request (my sincere apologies, I'm obsessed 😌) I had this potentially spicy plot in mind - Harry x fem!reader. When he sees her being flirty with someone but cannot let his jealousy show since his wife is like RIGHT there. But still makes sure to let her know how much she upset him later on 😉 Take your time with this sweetie and if you don't feel like writing it that's totally ok too! 🤗 Thank you for gracing this site with your lovely works and making my day with them as well. Take care and have a wonderful day/night ~ Addie ❤

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Harry’s love for his wife was obligatory. The love he had for her was necessary, to keep their family going. He had created a space where he could comfortably do his job and be seen as successful. He had the wife, the house, and the kid. He had the room to grow and the means to do it. 

But you…you were not a want. You were a need. You were alluring in his worst times, gorgeous in his best. He could watch you move for hours and wonder what it was about you that entranced him. He could picture you from the bed as you slipped your clothes on and the memory filled his entire eyesight. He could see nothing else but you when you were there. 

You were like one of the people he wrote about. You were unreal. He couldn’t live without you now. 

“You’re starring,” your voice broke him from his thoughts. Sometimes he forgot you were actually there. You sat on the side of the bed, arms moving with grace down to your feet. You put your socks on, side eyeing him. “Everything alright?” 

“Uh huh.” He was in a shitty motel with sheets that he knew hadn’t been washed in far too long. 

“H?” You sat up straight. He grabbed your hand, shaking his head. 

“I’m fine,” he promised. You pursed your lips, nodding slowly. 

“You have to get back.” The time schedule he was on was brutal. Sometimes he wondered if the life he had was even worth all this. Couldn’t he just live here with you forever? The misery of his demonic child and his never ending wife seemed like a hell he had trapped himself in. When had he wanted that? “Henry.” 

“I’m here. I swear. I just don’t want to leave you.” Your face read the emotions he was feeling. You didn’t want to leave either but someone had to. If this thing was to be sustainable, you had to go. 

“I never thought I’d be here you know,” you muttered. Even your voice sounded melodic. “In bed with a married man. Jesus. What would my mother say?” He felt a pang of guilt but not for the person who he should’ve. He had put you in this position. You could’ve been living a life with a free man, someone to show you off to the world. Instead you were in shitty hotels by the ocean, the salt coming in through broken window frames. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. You shook your head. 

“It’s alright. We’re in this boat together, hm?” He grabbed your hand and held it. The hand that had just been all over him, the hand that had felt every inch of his body. You must have been thinking about it too because you kissed him gently. A goodbye kiss. He wanted to curse, to beg you to stay. He didn’t. 

“I need to write you into a story,” he said against your lips. 

“Oh yeah? The girl who never got what she wanted?” 

“The girl who could get whatever she desired.” 

“That sounds better than my thing.” You smiled gently. “I’ll see you later?” He nodded, a promise he was sure to keep. He hoped he wouldn’t see you around town before that, for the sake of his life. For the sake of yours! You stood up. “I’m excited to read what you write me into. Hopefully a better situation than this.” 

You thought about the character of you and envied her. You would be her one day, you hoped. 

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She was like fire if it never spread. Her silence was dangerous, the presence of her was terrifying. Electrifying was an understatement. She was the lightning that made electricity. She was the origin, the start, the very being that could bring down trees with a touch. She was-

“What’re you writing?” Doris’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard. His initial reaction scared him a bit and he tried to be more caring. 

“Nothing. Nothing, I don’t think anyway.” He shut his computer. 

“Are we still going out to dinner?” 

“Yes. Yeah, sorry, time got away from me.” He got up from the chair. Doris was standing beside Alma who had her coat and shoes on already. She was giving Harry a look of disinterest, similar to her mothers. But Doris at least tried to cover it with a feign emotion, one he couldn’t grasp. “Coming.” 

They piled into the car and were quickly arriving at a small diner. The small diners in Provincetown were stereotypical and uninteresting. There was little local color and little locals. He saw you the second he walked in, like you had attracted his eyes like a magnet. You were sitting at the counter, a milkshake between your hands. Your hair fell in front of your eyes a bit as a smile played on your face. His eyes followed to the waiter you were speaking to. A man about your age, sharing your smile. The jealousy in him was surprising. He didn’t own you. 

But he wanted to. 

You hadn’t seen him yet. Maybe he could convince Doris to leave and go somewhere else. 

“Right here. You’re the newer family right? Big house on the water?” Their waitress said, gesturing to the table. Doris had been speaking and he hadn’t even noticed. 

“Yes ma’am,” Harry responded. 

“We don’t get lots of visitors here, except for the writers.”

“My husbands the writer,” Doris explained. At the mention of the topic, you turned your head ever so slightly. Your eyes locked for just a moment, zero panic in your face. It was like you didn’t even know him. You turned your head back to the waiter behind the counter. 

“What kinds of things do you write?” the waitress asked. 

“Screenplays.” “Anything I’ve seen?” 

“Not yet,” Doris promised. You were too distracting. He couldn’t stay here with you. His phone buzzed and he knew it was you. He checked it obsessively, turning it towards him so that Doris and Alma couldn’t see. 

I’m sorry, you texted. He didn’t answer. 

“Can I get you started with some waters?” 

His eyes flickered to you. Smiling at the waiter, a gentle comradery. It made him sick. 

“Yes please,” Doris said. She watched him and his discomfort but couldn’t find the source of it. The waitress left, leaving them alone, without a buffer between him and you. He opened up his phone again, staring at the message. You should leave. Why weren’t you leaving? “Everything okay?” 

He couldn’t hear what you were saying but he could see your hand brushing the waiters. Closer to your age, likely not married. Attainable. You could have something attainable. He glanced at Doris and nodded curtly. 

“I just need to go to the bathroom.” He got up, loudly. She scoffed, nodding. 

“Okay.” He pushed past you. Your eyes followed him as he turned the corner. You looked back at the waiter. 

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to use the little girls room.” You slid off the stool with a small smile and left your milkshake. You turned the corner and knocked on the men's bathroom door. It opened quickly. It was the type of bathroom that was private, without stalls. Just two rooms. 

Harry grabbed your hand and dragged you inside. He shut the door and locked it behind you. 

“I didn’t know you would be here,” you argued. He was standing so close to you, practically pining you to the door. 

“Who was that?” 

“Who was who?” 

“Don’t act coy,” he spat. You had never seen him so angry, jealousy practically dripping from his eyes. 

“The waiter? He’s a friend.” 

“That all?” “Harry, we can't do this right now. Your family is outside. Come on, we’ll talk later.” You made no movement. He starred, at you, at your features, the ones he could always find comfort in. He grabbed your wrist. “Harry?”

“Get on your knees.” 

You raised an eyebrow but the look in his eyes was too alluring to argue. He was usually gentle and guiding through sex, always careful with you even when he was rougher. You didn’t mind the demanding tone in his voice. You slinked down the door, onto your knees. You looked up at him. 

He was gazing down at you, his hand cupping your chin. You waited to see what he would do. Was he being so daring because his family was out there? Had you crossed a line neither of you had dared to verbalize? 

You put your hands on his waistband. He nodded, ushering you along. You undid his belt and fought with his jeans to pull them down. It didn’t take long for him to get hard at the adrenaline of the moment and you sitting before him. You pumped with your hand, staring up at him still. 

You wanted to tell him the waiter meant nothing. But actions spoke louder than words. You wrapped your lips around him, eyes locked, a glaze over his. He was staring at you like you were a meal. As you moved up and down, bobbing your head back and forth, he grabbed a fist full of your hair. He started to guide you more forcefully, a jealousy lacing his touch. 

You came up for air as minimally as you could. He lasted too long. His family was going to miss him. They would see your lone milkshake and wonder which of you would leave first. There weren’t enough people in this diner to not connect the dots. 

His precum was drooling down your chin. He wanted to fuck you. He knew he didn’t have time. Instead he let you make him cum, swallowing everything you could, making an erotic gagging noise as you did so. His moans came out muffled but clear, head tilted back in pleasure. 

You wiped your mouth, leaning your head against the door. 

“Feel better?” you asked. He scoffed. He helped you up, catching you as you stumbled. He kissed you, tasting himself among your lips. He could stay here with you forever and starve happily. “You go out first,” you muttered. “I’ve gotta wash up.” 

He nodded. He stared at you for a moment longer, brushing your hair out of your face. You locked eyes and the intimacy filled up the bathroom. You wanted to kiss him again but knew you had no time. You would have to let him go, just this once. 

“Thanks,” he muttered under his breath. 

“Anytime H.” You slithered away from him. “Pull your pants up and go back to your family.”

[chloe-skywalker]

Creepy - Tate Langdon

Tate x Fem!reader

Warnings: none 

Word count: 105

Authors Note: Very short but I thought it was a cute short one.

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“You know, I’ve told you many times watching me is creepy. I get your stuck in this huge and all but still.” Y/n said not even looking up at the boy in her room.

“Sorry.” Tate shuffled awkwardly.

“What's wrong?” Y/n asked looking at him when she heard his response. Very un Tate like.

“Do you care? I could just leave like you want.” Tate scoffed not believing that she really wanted to know.

“I said it’s creepy, I’m not heartless. What happened?” Y/n patted the spot beside her, inviting him to sit by her and tell her what was bothering him.

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Tate Langdon 1920s boyfriend headcanon

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a/n: he’s a little more submissive? or like the tiniest amount of ooc but like tbh i think it’s really believable. anyway not proof read!! it’s late at night and i have an exam tomorrow

he would be head over heals for you like literally

y’all remember bugs bunny getting heart eyes over lola??? yeah that’s him

buys you different flowers for every day of the week

his hand is always around your waist

always placing a kiss somewhere on your face even when others thinks it’s too much pda—he doesn’t care

he thinks you look amazing every day but on parties it’s like he falls in love over again

he’s such a puppy so so loyal too you

‘tate, you coming on friday to the bar?’

‘i’ll ask my wife and get back to you.’

they all just stare at him but he‘s looking at you in a crowd with a smile

or him dancing with you when most women aren’t bc they’re boyfriends/hisbands think dancing is overrated…

carrying your gloves and hat aswell as bag!!!

i literally fell to my knees

when you get bored you two find a bathroom and he drags his tongue up your chest looking at you with those big hazel doe eyes,, loving that he pleases you

lights your cigarette!!

holds his hand over your head when you get in and out of the car

the classic 1920s couple run through the rain holding your bag and newspaper over your head as you try to escape the sky

my favourite scenario; sitting on his lap. his hand stroking your thighs as you take a drag from your cigarette letting him inhale from yours as he stares at you, your smoke entangling in the thick air of a jazz club

and finally, surprising him with a flapper dance choreography at your go to club. he cannot take his eyes off you and has men telling him how lucky he is

trust me…after that little dance your dress is gonna end up on the floor as soon as you two are alone

he worships you like a god, taking good care of every part of you making you realise how lucky you are to have him

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thundersorm | kyle spencer

pairings: franken kyle spencer x reader

summary: kyle is afraid of storms, so on a stormy night he rushes to you for safety

[ pure fluff i love franken kyle sm ♡ ]

The night part of the day was a sacred time to you. After a long day of being a witch at Miss Robichaux's Academy, being alone in your room at the end of the day was like a reward. You could relax, curl up with a blanket and a nice book.

It was most enjoyable when it rained, the only sound being the raindrops hitting your window as you watched them trickle down the glass. Felt really comforting. Some lightnings were also visible in the sky tonight and you could hear a few thunders.

Mere seconds after you heard one, sounds of the wooden floor crackling under someone's footsteps caught your attention. You prepare to encounter the stranger alarmed and confused but immediately ease up when you see the familiar blond curls peeking through the door.

"Ky? What is it? You can come in."

Kyle looks terrified as he enters your room. Suddenly another thunderstorm hits the ground and the boy flinches, visibly frightened at the sound.

His reaction made you realize why he decided to visit. "Do the storms scare you, Ky?" You sigh.

He nods. "Storms... bad."

Offering him a smile, you pat the empty space on your bed across from you and Kyle gladly climbs up.

"They aren't that bad. See? The lightning is really beautiful." You say, pointing at the sky behind your window as a lightning passed by. "When it rains, it's even better. Comforting, you know? Also feels cozier in your room." You describe, staring out the window in awe. Another storm hits and you hold Kyle's hand in yours for support. He doesn't look as scared as earlier. "Really beautiful, Ky."

When your eyes turn from the window to him, he's already beaming at you. He looks genuinely star-struck, some kind of sparkles in his eyes. You bring your hand to his hair, pushing out blond strands that covered his face.

"You... are b-beautiful." He nearly whisperes, cheeks completely flushed and burning a redish shade.

You smile widely, ear to ear, dropping your head towards the ground with your own cheeks on fire as you chuckle.

Another storm.

Kyle's lips are crashing into yours in a second.

They are gentle, warm, treating yours with such kindness. You return it, cupping the side of his face with your hand, deepening the kiss as his fingers tangle in your hair. It all happened as fast as lightning.

When you pull away, another lightning is illuminating the dark sky as the final thunderstorm drops. This time, Kyle doesn't mind at all.

"Storms are... okay." He nods in acceptance and you giggle, bringing his soft lips to yours again.

[violetwitch12087]

Hi!! Can I please request an angst fic about Kit Walker and a female reader, with both being patients in Briarcliff? Specific plot entirely up to ur imagination. Tysm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Yes i love this idea so much thank you for requesting my love mwahhh🫶 also sincere apologies i have not been active at all😰

Also warnings: mentions of racism, physical altercation, mentions of murder, punishment by cane, and mentions of attempted sewerside as well as SH 🙀

You and kit both got sent to the asylum but kit ends up getting into an altercation and you take the blame, making him feel bad and you both eventually end up telling each other what happened to get into the asylum

Innocent (kit kit bo bit banananana fo fit fe fi mo mit kit)

Kit groans as water is thrown at his naked body harshly he finally gets 'clothes' to put on and he gets sent to the common room an angry and confused look on his face i watch as he walks past everyone there seems like theres something different in him but i cant put my finger on it, i watch as he looks around the room unsure and confused, i watch his every move, wondering if i should try to talk to him or help him

He aimlessly wanders around the room he walks over to the record player and i notice hes about to turn the song off, i take one last hit of the cigarette bud in between my fingers before pressing the red hot bud into a tray the smoke burning out, i stand up and walk over to him, gently grabbing his arm, he turns to me quickly, looking confused at me

"come over here, you don't wanna turn that song off" i say, gesturing over to the couch i was sitting on, he hesitantly walks over to me, unsure if he should trust me, i sigh and sit on the couch, he sits down next to me "you're new here right?" I ask turning to him and he nods "yeah, i am" he says and i nod, "you don't seem to be out of it or anything, why'd they throw you in here?" I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me "its... a long story.." i nod, not wanting to pry

"well be careful, that song stays on for as long as me and you are here, they'll go crazy without it, trust me ive learned all the rules the hard way, and sister jude doesn't mess around about anything, you'll be lucky if you walk out her office with only 5 wounds, getting the cane is not enjoyable unless youre into that sorta thing, i dont judge" i say, trying to lighten the mood a bit as well and see if i should befriend him or if hes actually crazy like the rest of the people in here, a slight small smile appears on the corner of his mouth but quickly vanishes "ill make sure to keep that in mind" he says, starting to slightly want to continue talking to me

A small smile comes onto my face but it goes away as soon as it came "good, if you have any questions just ask me alright?" I assure and he gives a small nod slightly unsure if he should trust me "also, before i forget, im y/n" i introduce myself and he nods "kit" he adds and i nod testing his name out on my tongue "kit... is it short for something?" he nods "yeah, maybe ill tell you in the future what its short for" he says and i slightly snarl playfully "oh so you're a tease?" I add and i see the corner of his mouth lift again "maybe"

i sigh and lean back in my seat, playfully rolling my eyes "then lets see how this plays out kitty" i call him a silly nickname i made up on spot and his lip tilts slightly more up "you're right, lets see" he sits back in his chair, maybe this won't be as bad as i thought...

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Kits been in the asylum for about a week or two and we've actually gotten closer which is surprising, i sit on the couch in the main room and kit walks over to sit next to me, just as kit is about to talk to me about something a big guy comes over and stands in front of us "arent you bloody face?" he snarls at kit and he quickly catches my attention, bloody face? "You dont know what you're talking about" kit snarls

"i heard you killed women yeah? and the last one was your wife, heard she was a colored woman, you couldn't handle the fact that people wouldnt accept you guys right? you hated the fact you were with a colored woman?" he tempts and kit quickly stands up and shoves the man, the man smirks and lifts his fist back before his fist collides with kits nose

I quickly rush over, grabbing the guy by the hair and attempting to pull him away making him wince and grab my wrist tightly, he twists my wrist and i wince out, quickly kicking him in the balls causing him to groan and bend over his legs pressed tightly together groans of pain escaping him, i turn to kit and quickly rush over to him attempting to clean the blood dripping from his nose when the doors open and sister jude comes walking in with some guards

i try to get kit from off the floor to act normal but its no use, the guards come over and detain all three of us, harshly grabbing our arms and wrists as they guide us to sister judes office, i know whats coming and i try to mentally prepare myself

We walk into the office and sister jude glares at us "what happened in there?" she snarls and kit tries to explain himself "that guy in there started it, he was tempting me" kit explains and she scoffs "no wonder you sinners get tempted so easily for too many things" she snarls and walks over to her case opening it, revealing her canes, she runs her fingers over the canes before picking one up, its a longer one with some leather on the handle "15 each." She says sternly and my eyes widen

She grabs kit and bends him over the desk, the back of his gown opens slightly revealing his ass, i watch as she lifts the cane and is about to swing it when i stop her "wait! no, its was all me, i tempted him, kit just got in the way, i swear!" I plead, taking the blame, i watch as she grabs kit and he stands up, he looks at me with an unexplainable look, one thats almost a mixture of confused and the opposite of relief and almost disbelief

Kit gets taken out of the room, looking at me with a pleading look, its not another moment until i find my face getting pressed against the desk, my dress getting pulled up to reveal my ass instead this time, til i feel a sharp sting on my ass, i wince out and another gets placed making me wince and grip the desk, another gets placed and more groans and winces escape me as i dig my nails into the wood and its not long till i take all 30 hits

Eventually i get thrown back out into the common room, my eyes seem slightly puffy and i walk over to kit, i go to sit down but wince when my bottom hits the seat, he looks at me with guilt and almost relief now "holy shit, y/n are you okay?" He asks and i nod "im fine, i swear" i half lie, and he places a hand on my shoulder and i meet his gaze "im so fucking sorry, you shouldnt have taken the blame, you should've let me, fuck im so sorry y/n" he apologizes and my gaze softens, i gently cup his cheek with one of my hands "im fine kitty, i promise." I reassure and he nods softly, his eyes soft like ive never seen before

"did you only get 15?" He asks and i shake my head "15 twice, so 30" i say and his eyes widen "fuck, no y/n theres no way you're possibly okay" he says and my thumb gently rubs against his cheek "i promise i am kitty, its not the first time ive gotten the cane okay?" He nods hesitantly before unexpectedly hugging me out of nowhere, i hesitate for a moment before hugging him back for a moment

I finally let go and sigh softly "it'll be okay kitty" i whisper and he nods "ill take your word.." he whispers and i feel something i havent in a while when i look into his eyes, but i quickly look away remembering what that guy said "uhm, was what that guy said true?" I ask softly and kit sighs slightly stressed

"no, i swear, ill tell you but you have to promise not to hate me or think im crazy after" he pleads and i nod, what could be so bad? "Okay, i promise kitty" he nods and hesitates for a moment before speaking "the night everything happened i was having a normal day, i was working at my gas station and dealing with assholes, i went home to my wife after getting fucked around with by my 'friend' and some of his pals, me and her were together until she went to go finish dinner for me and thats when i saw lights coming through the window" he says and my head tilts "lights?"

He nods "i thought it was my friend and his pals again, but it wasnt till i found myself getting thrown against the ceiling with everything else in my house, everything fell including me and i saw a big light, they took me, i dont know where or what they were, but i know that they werent human, they did something, I'm not sure what, i- i dont know what happened, next thing i know i find myself getting accused for murders i didnt and would never do, i would have never done that to my wife.." he finishes and im sat there half in shock

"i... actually believe you.." i whisper in disbelief and he looks at me in disbelief as well "you actually do?" I nod and he sighs in relief "i promise im not crazy, im gonna figure out what the fuck happened no matter what i have to do" he says and i nod "i-ill help." i blurt out without thinking and i see the corner of his mouth lift "really?" he asks and i nod "ill do anything to get the both of us out of here kit, i know we're both innocent.." he nods

"speaking of, what happened to get you in here?" he asks and i hesitate for a moment "u-uhm well, i guess it's only fair, but before i was admitted i had issues with anger issues and would snap at people without realizing causing people to dislike me, and i eventually got really depressed and my parents werent very good people, so one day when my parents werent home getting drunk after an argument i went into their room and grabbed pills from their restroom" i pause for a moment, a sigh escaping me as kit looks at me with sympathy

"i grabbed the pills and i took them all, i went to the kitchen and i was hurting myself and sobbing like an absolute mess, i still remember when the pills started to kick in and i started to regret it a lot, i could feel myself getting sick and my mouth drooling from the urge to throw up, i passed out on the floor and woke up with my parents above me, they said my mouth was starting to slightly foam and they took me to the hospital before sending me here because they couldnt and didnt want to handle me, i couldnt be trusted alone for really long time.." i finally finish talking, my gaze meets his and his eyes are filled with sympathy, he reaches out and grabs my hand catching me off guard

"you're doing great, im really proud of you for doing better now, despite the situation we're in" he admits and i feel something in my stomach, almost a fluttery feeling, are these...butterflies?

"t-thank you, kit.." i ask slightly in disbelief, used to getting called 'mental' or 'crazy' instead, he nods and gently squeezes my hand "i swear to do everything i can to help you and protect you y/n, i cant let myself let you get hurt" i look at him with soft eyes before abruptly hugging him once more, ive never felt like this towards someone, even outside the asylum

"dont worry y/n, we'll make it out of here together.." he reassures, "also, its kitson.." he says and i look at him confused "that's what kits short for, kitson.." he says and i find myself smiling slightly "cute name kitty.." maybe this wont be that bad...

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YIIPPPIIIEEEE I ACTUALLY MADE ANOTHER IMAGINE GUYS IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF anywhooo i hope u enjoy im really really sorry with how long i took i have not been motivated at all for like a year until recently 💀 i was goin through shit n wasnt doin good mentally but im all good now and i have a sweet loving girlfriend so life is good chat im actually very happy trust.

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Please could you write Kit Walker coming home to reader after being released from the asylum and reader catches glimpse of all his scars and so she asks and has him telling everything he went through to her? Thank you so much!

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Kit had never felt so free in his life ever. He had finally been released from that place he will forever see as hell.

The first step he took out of the building, he inhaled deeply, finally getting the fresh air he needed.

Instead of looking for a taxi, Kit decided to walk his way home, after all, he needed a good walk.

He tried to not mind the stares he got from passersby, instead his thoughts going to you. Oh how he missed you.

Once he had reached his home, Kit took a moment to soak up the view of the little house he had come to yearn for.

As he watched, he saw your figure solemnly laying out a single plate, then piling your dinner onto it. From his distance, he couldn't really see the state you were in.

It was when he knocked on the door and when you opened it, preparing to shoo what you thought were reporters away, did he truly see what you had gone through the years he had been locked away.

"Kit?"

You had never felt so relieved in your whole life.

The euphoria you had felt once you laid your eyes upon him was so unreal.

You had fallen in love with him all over again. Noticing every mark on his face, the colour of his eyes, and the way he looked at you like it was the first time.

"It's me, Y/n."

Kit lifted his hand to touch your forearm. You had missed his touch as much as the view of him.

Suddenly coming back to your senses, you beckoned him inside.

"I'm so sorry love, if I had gotten a call that you were coming home I would've made you a plate too." You said bashfully as you shared your portion on another plate, assuming Kit had had nothing to eat properly for a long time.

"It's alright darlin', I didn't know I was coming home either."

You watched lovingly as he dug into the food, fiddling with your gold wedding band.

Once Kit had finished eating, he walked into your once shared room and sat on the bed.

"I've definitely missed this." He chuckled. "I'd love to talk to you more darlin', but I'm feeling very tired right now."

"O-of course, we can talk more in the morning."

As you watched your lover sleep, your mind couldn't stop running with the thoughts of all the things he had endured in that horrible place.

But he was here with you, so none of that didn't matter.

He was home.

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Imagine teasing Ben Harmon by luring him into the shower, only to disappear when he gets in.

Moira and yourself had a little game going to pass the time - who can drive Mr. Harmon more insane than he already is - who can help him to reach his full potential?

And you were winning by a landslide. Moira was playing the onfusing game with the old maid / hot maid routine while you were just straight up coming out of his dreams, only letting him see you, intoxicating perfume, using every weapon in your arsenal to turn him from the stern psychiatrist to the submissive slave.

Right now, you were up to bat. Moira made him seem like a pervert in front of his wife, and now you were going to swoop in while his thoughts were all blurry. Staying in her peripherals, hiding just behind door frames, only showing little bits of leg, back, chest peeking through. He followed like a man starved. Just as he should.

You left clothes in the living room. They’d disappear when you did. Quick clean up. Leading him towards the bathroom. You stood in the doorway, shower turning on by itself, steam filling the space and flowing into the hallway, with your back towards him. Letting him admire the way that your back turned into ass, into thigh.

“Who are you?” He asked, stepping closer, closer. You looked over your shoulder. Caught his eye. You put a finger to your mouth, shushing him, and then beckoned him in closer. Closer. Closer.

He got lost in the steam. He was shedding his clothes. Sweat was erupting from his forehead against the heat. He saw your shape in the shower. He saw you beneath it. The water creating trails down your skin. Into your belly button. The fog covered below that. But he wanted to see. Pants off now. Shirt following. The door closed behind him. He hardly noticed. It got harder and harder to breathe with the oppressive heat. Another step and he’d find you. Another step and he’d finally touch you. He reached and -

His body hit the scalding hot water, and he jumped instinctively out of it, slipping on a puddle and falling back. He could no longer see you but you were laughing now, shaking your head at how easy it was.

“At least you were able to get his ass out,” Patrick appeared beside you, tilting his head to try to get a better look at what Ben was packing between his legs. “I’d say that’s a point to you.”

“Thank you, thank you,” You bowed.

Requested by: Anonymous