#American horror story cult imagine

[violet-harmon2011]

to my favorite serial killer, clown, cult leader, hairstylist, vampire, playwright, actor, hotel owner, lobster man, circus performer, zombie, frat boy, and mechanic <3

[saintlucretia]

let's be real, he'd win manspreading olympics

[redroses07]

said what i said

[marchsfreakshow]

Doing his skincare.

Rare? Kai fluff? Who would've thought it (sort of)

A/N: New way of laying out sfw imagines Go with me on this.

"This is the only time I'm letting you do this."

"I know Divine Ruler."

You sat on Kai's lap, the table next to you had your skincare items sprawled out over it. Each item looked basically foreign to Kai, and he had no idea what went where or how to do it. He only let you do this due to a speech he had to make tomorrow.

"What do half of these do?" He muttered, picking up a toner. You took it from his hand, and replaced it with some cleanser. Letting him read it for a moment. A hum as you placed some cleanser on a washcloth that was hanging in a small bowl of water. His eyes flickered around your face as you started, adjusting yourself on his lap occasionally.

"Close your eyes." Kai obliged quickly despite how he wasn't a massive fan of...this whole thing. Small dips of water on the washcloth as you continued. Holding his chin to keep his head up facing you wiping the wet cloth against his face. You even clipped his hair back to make sure it wasn't in the way as you started doing his skincare.

Silently you continued with each step. But Kai cringed slightly as he felt the toner being applied to his skin. "Why is it stinging?"

"Because you haven't done this before. Your skin is terrible Kai." He glared at you. But you glared back. You had a point. Kai's hygiene and skin was horrible and he couldn't deny it. It almost made you chuckle. His hands kept on your thighs as you did every step. Surprisingly, Kai kept quiet and kept his eyes closed. It was nice.

"...Thank you." He mentioned once you were done. Placing your stuff back in a small bag you kept them in with a little smile. Kai didn't particularly feel different with the skincare done. But it was something, and with you doing it, instead of anyone else, it was good. But Kai spoke up again, quietly. "Is this something you have to do daily?"

"Well, I don't have to, but I like to. Would you like me to teach you?"

"Do it again. Tomorrow. At the same time." Of course.

"Sure." A chuckle, and you rested your hands on the sides of his neck.

[american-horror-whore]

𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐊𝐚𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

paring:Cult Leader!Kai Anderson x Fem!Reader

cw: Nsfw, smut with no plot, cnc (established prior to the fic), dead dove do not eat, bondage, fisting, anal (kinktober week two)

“I told you that you’d be in trouble. Dinner wasn’t on the fucking table when I got home!!” Kai shouted as he grabbed at your jaw roughly, his grip so tight that your head shook slightly. Hot beads of tears streamed down your cheeks as you bit down on the ball gag which was currently lodged between your lips.

You tugged your wrists that were tied to the arms of a chair that Kai had pushed you into. Another night of missed commands means another punishment. This time, he’d tied you to a chair fully naked, shoving a ball gag into your mouth.

“You are nothing, got it? You’re 3 holes that are here to cook, clean, and take dick,” Kai spat, grabbing your breasts. His calloused fingers tugged at your nipples, making tears flow faster from your eyes. You inhaled sharply, squeezing your eyes shut in a vain attempt to make that discomfort of Kai’s fingers go away. You pitifully tried to squirm away, only to be held down by your bonds. But, God, how you loved it.

Kai knelt down in front of you, holding your legs open. You squealed around your gag, trying helplessly to hold your legs together. Kai planted a firm smack to your thigh, successfully holding your legs apart. With his free hand, he started by pushing a singular digit into your cunt, bending his finger to massage your walls. Your eyes rolled back sharply, your head bobbing. He let out a sharp scoff, quickly forcing in a second finger.

He didn’t let up as he felt your squirms and struggles, listened to your pitiful screams and unintelligible pleas for him to stop, that it was too much. All Kai did was smile darkly, his eyes gleaming with sadism. You whimpered loudly into the gag that filled your mouth, feeling your body practically splitting in two as he pushed in a third finger, a fourth, and then his whole fist.

“How’s that feel, huh?” Kai asked gruffly, letting out a scoff, pumping his fist in and out, harder and harder. You scream into your gag, the ball still slightly stifling your cries. He pulled his fist out with a vulgar “pop”, probably the loudest one you’ve ever heard.

You let out an exhale of relief, feeling Kai untie you. You thought it was over, that the pleading was over, the begging for him to stop. You thought it was all over. That was, until he bent you over the bed.

Kai held your wrists together with one hand, pressing them against the small of your back. He undid his belt, shoving his jeans down to pool at his ankles, along with his boxers. Kai let out a short laugh, tying your wrists together with his belt. A small whimper escapes from around the gag, probably going in one ear and out the other when it came to Kai. He lined his tip up with your hole, the only one that hadn’t been stretched yet.

Now you were panicking, your breaths short and heard. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy the sex. Sex with God? That’s the ultimate gift. It was how rough he was. A scream practically emitted from your throat the moment he thrusted in. He wouldn’t ever understand how bad that hurt, considering how big he was.

“Shh,” Kai hissed, thrusting his hips roughly forward. You let out a sharp, muffled cry, your eyes rolling back into your head.

Kai continued at a relentless pace, not ever giving you a second to adjust, not giving you a second to get past the initial discomfort of your first time receiving anal. He didn’t stop until he came inside of you, and you swore that you could feel it filling you up, overflowing your senses.

You let out an exasperated whimper, feeling him flip you onto your back before laying you on your back. Kai’s fingers gripped your jaw, squishing your lips, which forced the ball out of your mouth as he unclipped the gag from the back of your head. His voice dropped to a whisper as his lips got close to your ear.

“Obedience is key, got it? Only with obedience will you receive true salvation..”

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[frankenkyle19]

Kai Anderson mask sex

word count: 555

warnings: Kai (biggest warning of them all), inanimate objects used as sex toys, face fucking, begging, Kai using degrading words, abrupt ending

please enjoy this little crumb while I work on my longer Peter Maximoff smut fic!

You’d much rather him be fucking you with his cock, but you’d take what you got. You knew if you complained he’d simply leave you there. Dripping and needy.

God, Kai Anderson infuriated you to no end, but god did he know his way around in bed.

Currently he was fucking you onto his face.. Well more so, fucking you onto one of the dick shaped objects on his clown mask on his face. 

After having lubed it up with your own saliva, Kai had practically forced you down onto it.. and it didn’t feel awful. Again, a real warm dick inside you would be worlds better, but anything from Kai was nice.

You could hear him chuckling lightly under his mask as he fucked you on the mask, hands gripping your hips so hard that there would surely be bruises left in their wake.

A light blush dusted your cheeks, still in a state of unbelief that you were actually doing this. A surge of embarrassment swept through you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. Not that Kai would let you anyway.

“F-fuck Kai!” You squealed, tits bouncing as you rode the ‘toy’ if you could even call it that.

Another dark chuckle left Kai’s lips as he held your hips even tighter, causing a yelp to fall from your lips. Jesus, there was no way you were going to cum on his stupid clown mask…

You hated the man beneath you. Hated his beliefs and the way he acted. How he thought men were better than women, but in moments like this all that could be forgiven and forgotten. The sex with him was too good to truly despise him.

You arched your back, feeling the toy hit deep inside you. It was blunt, and the texture really wasn’t the best but you were too horny and worked up to care. That was just the effect Kai had on you. Ridiculous, right? 

“Cmon baby-“ you heard him coo underneath the mask, sounding muffled and husky from arousal. 

“Fuck!” You arched your back farther, any farther and you may just strain a muscle. 

He had brought one of his hands up to your clit, rubbing in tight, unrelenting circles over your sensitive bud, causing you to cry out even more desperately.

“Please let me c-cum- Kai-“ you yelped as his free hand slapped your ass.

“D-divine ruler!” You quickly corrected yourself and even though you couldn’t see his face under the mask, you could just tell he had a shit eating grin.

“Go ahead little lamb, cum for me. Cum on my mask like the little slut you are.” He chuckled, rubbing your clit faster as he jutted the mask further up into you, causing it to hit your g-spot.

Without any more warning, you came, hard, trembling over Kai as you tried not to give out and crush him. 

Kai eased you through your release before picking you up off of the mask, taking it off and examining it with a grin, seeing your slick covering one of the long, suspiciously dick like noses.

“Good girl.” He cooed, reaching for the belt around his hips and quickly undoing it, looking at you with a knowing look.

“Did you think I was done with you little lamb? Get on your knees for me.”

[trueangel420]

dealer!kai drabble ౨ৎ

"He has the best shit in town, trust me... but he's a bit odd," your best friend mumbled, pulling crumpled twenty dollar bills from her pocket. "Plus, he'll let you sample his goods for free if he thinks you’re cute"

"How odd?" you asked, your eyes wandering around the suburban neighborhood. "He's off-putting like crazy, and he might seem a little creepy—"

"Then why the hell am I going in?" you interrupted, your eyes widening. "I need free weed, and he's mad at me!" she whined, leaning back into her plush seat. "What did you do?" you groaned, glancing at his house again.

"I went to another plug and he found out," she said, laughing. you rolled your eyes, letting out a breath. you don't smoke, you don't look like you smoke; you knew that you’d stand out like a sore thumb. “get bag of six pre rolls please! love you” she begged, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Fine, only because I love you," you sighed, fixing your skirt and tank,stuffing her money in your bra. With a small huff you got out of the car. You step inside, your heart racing as the door creaks open. The girl gestures for you to follow her down a narrow hallway. The air grows thicker with the scent of cannabis, a musky aroma that wraps around you like a heavy blanket. You catch glimpses of the dimly lit space, your curiosity piqued.

She leads you to a basement filled with low light and shadows, where plants sit in the corner under neon grow lights. The girl motions for you to sit on a worn-out brown couch that looks like it has seen better days.

"He'll be out soon," she says, her voice flat, as she retreats up the stairs, leaving you alone in the hazy basement.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. The atmosphere feels charged, and the anticipation makes your skin tingle. You glance around, half-expecting someone to leap out at you. Moments later, footsteps echo down the stairs, and your heart skips as you turn to see him enter. He approached with an air of confidence, his presence filling the small space. You could feel the intensity of his gaze as he studied you, dark eyes piercing through the haze of smoke that lingered in the air. His tall frame loomed over you, and for a moment, you felt both intimidated and intrigued.

"Kai," he said with a casual smile, revealing dimples that softened his otherwise sharp features. There was a hint of mischief in his expression, but the bags under his eyes told a different story—one of sleepless nights and a lifestyle that was anything but ordinary. You gave him your name, giving him a warm smile. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment before he sat next to you, stretching out his long legs. He smoothed out his hoodie, took out a lighter and a pre-roll, and looked at you as he held.

"Here for this, princess?" His tone was less edgy as he started to light it. "Yeah, I heard you were the best in town." Yes, stroke his ego, you repeated in your head. Free weed is the goal. you focused on his features again; He was honestly handsome in a greasy way, with his dyed blue hair slightly grown out and stubble framing his jawline. He wore a white hoodie his toned arms showing—jesus, and you could smell hints of cologne and weed on him, mixed with sweat.

He smirked, bringing it to his lips and inhaling slowly. "How old are you?" he asked, holding it between his index and thumb. "Old enough," you replied nervously, grabbing your ID out of your purse and showing him.He let out a puff of smoke, leaning back and spreading his legs lazily. "Over 18, right? Good," he murmured as he read your ID, inhaling the joint again. You shifted around on the couch, putting your ID away and clearing your throat. "I’m here for, um, six pre-rolls."

"Who am I to deny a pretty thing like you?" he chuckled softly, clearly amused. You felt your face flush and looked away, turning your attention anywhere but him.

"First time?" he asked.

You shook your head nervously, giving him a small smile. "I smoke all the time," you lied, biting down on your glossy lips. His eyes gleamed for a moment, as if he had figured you out. He licked his lips slowly as he inhaled more. "Come here then," he said, motioning to his lap. "What?" you said, voice rising a bit, obviously taken aback.

"Don't get nervous, come here, princess," he teased, adjusting himself and holding your waist. You shifted, moving onto his lap sideways, looking at him. His mouth opened slightly as he adjusted himself under you, holding your waist and holding the joint up to your lips.

"Don't get all that lip gloss on it, baby doll," he warned, chuckling a bit. You leaned forward, wrapping your lips around it. You looked at him, inhaling slowly. First of all, it fucking burns. Your lungs are practically falling out as you struggled to hold in the cough. You looked at him as he studied you with a grin, like a cat.

"Come on, pro," he teased again.

You inhaled and kept it in for a moment, your cheeks puffed up. This time you coughed it out—actually, you hacked out your second lung, feeling your chest tighten as the herb stayed on your tongue.

"Oh—holy shit," you coughed out, turning your head away from him.

He chuckled deeply. "Let's try another way, hm?" he murmured, bringing the joint to his lips and inhaling. His hand cupped your jaw, gently pulling your face closer until your noses brushed together. His thumb tapped lightly on your bottom lip, prompting you to part your mouth. He exhaled the smoke slowly into your mouth, his breath warm against your lips, before leaning in to kiss you.

The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration, but it quickly deepened, the smoke a hazy connection between you. His hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the sensation of his lips and the lingering taste of the joint. His other hand trailed down your spine, sending shivers through your body.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were locked on yours, a mischievous glint in them. "Better?" he asked, his voice low. You nodded, watching him grab a baggie out his pocket and hold it up to your face. "Gonna let you get a bag of these for free. Sample 'em and tell me if you like it, doll," he murmured, his head leaning back on the couch. "And come back."

this was highkey rushed ughhhrgggrrr this is him being nice

[wh0re43van]

Sparks (Evan Peters X Reader)

Summary: You’re a set director on American horror story’s Freakshow. Evan has been trying to convince you to ‘smoke and chill’ for months, but you’ve always rejected him in fear of jeopardizing your job. After a particularly stressful shoot, Evan finally convinces you to spark with him.

Warnings: intense smut, face fucking, choking, drug use.

Word count: 3k

A/n: This is my first time writing in awhile so I’m bit rusty

"Hey y/n I just re-upped,” Evan announces as he walks up behind me.  “He's got the best homegrown around and It's cured perfect every time. Come to my place tonight and I'll let you sample," He offers as he slips an arm around my shoulder. "You don't even have to match, just give me something else in return," he says lowly in my ear. My heart skips a beat and my cheeks blush red. Evans been blatantly flirting with me since we started shooting. It's been my own personal hell having to reject such a perfect man because its 'not professional to have personal relations with the cast'.

"Evan," I sigh as I look up at his dark eyes. "I honestly would love to-" he cuts me off.

"Then consider it y/n," he simply states. I smile at him. I have to admit that he's starting to wear me down

"Evan, I have to finish my walk through before the shooting starts" I turn back to the counter to consult my mockup. He backs up and leans against the wall.

"I’ll just keep you company then," he grins.

•

•

‘Fuck’ I curse internally as I run from a very angry Mr. Murphy. One of my idiot crew members forgot to do their only job and set out the menus for the next scene. We’re an hour behind on filming and we’re only here for three days. The director is pissed to say the least.

I throw open the door to the storage room and start ripping open boxes. I swear I'm going to lose every last ounce of sanity I have left. We started shooting two hours ago and I've rolled my ankle, got broken glass stuck in my hand, and of course, been bitched at constantly.

"Did you find them?" Evan questions as he closes the door behind him.

"What?" I ask, not processing what he's saying as I rip haphazardly through every single cardboard box in this room, brown paper flying everywhere.

"Did you-" He begins to repeat, then pauses. I feel him grab my arm gently, stopping my whirlwind of motion. "Y/N," he says calmy.

"What Evan?" I snap at him. I can feel the stress dripping out of every pore of my body. Turns out stress smells a lot like sweat. Evan jumps a bit at my tone, then simply points his 'lobster claw' to a box of pink menus that I opened without even realizing it. I was so stressed and overwhelmed I didn't even realize I found the goddamn menus four boxes ago.

I groan and lay my head on Evans chest.

"I'm such a fucking stupid idiot." I mumble his white shirt, feeling tears well up in my eyes. Evan chuckles and clumsily lifts my chin up with his makeup bound hands. His smile immediately drops when he sees my face.

"Hey y/n don't cry," he coos, his voice laced with concern.

"Evan I'm losing my mind," I sniffle as he pulls me into a hug.

"You know what you need?" He asks I shake my head 'yes.'

"A blunt." We both say in unison. I feel his cheek stretch into a smile against mine, proud of himself for finally convincing me.

•

•

My hand shakes as I ring the doorbell to Evans hotel room.

“Ma’ Lady,” Evan bows as he opens the door for me. What a dork.

“Thank you good sir,” I attempt a curtsy as I walk in. I guess were both dorks.

We chuckle as he latches the door behind me.

“Right this way,” he ushers me to his balcony looking over the city. I step out onto the cool concrete, hearing Heaven Beside You by Alice in Chains playing. There's two bean bag chairs set up with a bundle of blankets on each one. Purple and white string lights hang all around the ceiling and railing of the small balcony.

“Wow Evan, this is really cool. I’m impressed with how you spend your free time,” I admit, sitting down in one of the chairs, pulling a blanket into my lap.

“Actually,” he sits down in the chair beside me as he picks up the rolling tray. “I’ve never done this before. I set all of this up as soon as I got home,” he chuckles.

“I don’t even know what to say,” I tell him honestly. I’m dumbfounded. This might seem like a small gesture, but this is one of the sweetest things anyone’s done for me. He went out of his way just for me.

“Then don’t say anything. Just grab me that bong,” he grins, pointing to the glass sitting on the ground next to the door. I stand up and bend over to pick up the simple clear bong, feeling Evans gaze burn into the back of me. When I hand him the piece, I get close enough to his face to see that his eyes are already glossy.

“Evan Peters,” I tisk. “did you start with out me?” I ask putting my hand to my chest in faux offense.

“I was a little nervous, I’ve been waiting for this for so long… I was scared if I was sober I’d mess it up,” he admits. His pale cheeks tinting pink.

“I’m flattered,” I smile. He opens the metal grinder sitting on his lap and begins to pack the bowl. “but it is rude to start a sesh before your guest arrives.” He hands me the packed bong.

“Well how’s bout you get this all to yourself and we call it even,” he wagers. I take the bong with a smile, accepting his offer. As I put the cool glass to my lips, I reach for the lighter on Evans thigh, but he snatches it, looking me in the eyes as he flicks the zippo, igniting a hot bright flame that he circles around the bowl. He begins to pull the flame away, but I grab his hand to hold the light in place for a couple more seconds. His eyes widen a bit and he smiles.

“Damn I’m glad I didn’t want any,” he chuckles, finally pulling away to spark his own joint. I pull the stem and inhale the milky smoke sharply, holding it in my lungs for bit before exhaling slowly. The smoke clouds around my face before a small gust of wind disperses it.

“Yeah, me to,” I grin softly as Evan takes another hit off his joint. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but with the past few weeks I’ve had, I’m goanna need a lot more than some weed to recover from all this stress,” I take another hit and lay my head back in the soft chair, finally feeling my muscles relax as the golden light flows through every nerve of my body. I turn my head and open my heavy eyes to look up at Evan.

“Wow that is bad,” he says, staring at something in the distance. I take this moment to truly admire the man beside me. The purple lights cascade onto his sharp features, violet pin pricks reflect in his coffee-colored eyes. The wind blows his loose brown curls around on his forehead as a rough hand holds the paper filter up to his pink lips. The end of the cone glows crimson as his chest rises, taking in a hit of hot smoke. Evan looks down at me to finish his thought. Had I been sober, I would have quickly looked away. But right now, nothing could tear my eyes from this perfect image in front of me. Evans’ eyes lock into mine as he releases the smoke slowly out through his mouth and nose. “Y/n, I-“ he begins, but before he can finish, I sit up and pull his face into mine. Gently kissing him, the smell of smoke mixed with his cologne is intoxicating all on its own. He tenses for a moment, processing what had just happened, before putting his hand on my back to bring me closer.

“I’m sorry,” I pull away suddenly feeling embarrassed for being so forward. Evan looks at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks for a second before furrowing his brow,

“Are you kidding me,” ashes fall from his joint onto his pants, reminding him of its presence. He takes small drag before finishing. “That’s all I’ve wanted since the moment I saw you.” I smile at his confession. He holds the joint to my lips offering me a hit. We hold eye contact as I pull the smoke into my mouth, then to my lungs. “You’re beyond beautiful y/n,” he compliments. I lean into kiss him, shot gunning the smoke to him. He kisses hard and inhales the smoke as if it’s his last breath. He sits the joint in the ash tray then puts his hand on the back of my head, gently but firmly, so I don’t pull away this time, Evan exhales the smoke though his nose, so he doesn’t have to break the kiss. I clumsily crawl into his lap to straddle him, and his hands instinctively grab my ass. The heat from his hands warming me through the thin fabric of my leggings. I feel hungry, starving for more and more of him. As my knees sink into the soft chair around him, I begin to grind my hips against his.

“Evan,” I breath out, begging to feel more of his skin on mine. He looks at me with lust filled eyes and kiss bruised lips as I begin to lift his shirt up. He grabs my hand gently.

“Let’s go inside, darling,” he whispers. “You never know if one of those creeps are near by.” He looks around, checking for paparazzi. I was puzzled for a second, before remembering Evans’ status. I nod and climb off him. He stands, his dark jeans tented at the crotch and his white t-shirt rising and falling quickly on his chest. He grabs my hand to guide me inside.

“Can’t forget this,” I grin, stopping to grab a fresh blunt and the zippo. He chuckles as I spark the cone. He pulls me into his lounge, locking the door and closing the blinds. After I had a few hits, I hand the joint to Evan as I sit down on the leather couch.

“We don’t have to do anything more than this if you don’t want y/n,” he almost whispers through the smoke, sitting down next to me. I look into his desperate eyes as he hands me the warm paper.

“Please,” I inhale. “Please Evan I need you,” I beg the stoned man in front of me. With that, in one swift move, he takes the cone from my hand, putting it on the side table ash tray, removes his shirt and smashes his lips to mine, laying me down on the sofa. His kisses trail from my lips to my ear. Grabbing my throat gently he whispers. “You have no idea how desperate I am for you,” all I can do is moan in response my brain too high off THC and lust to form a coherent thought. His kisses continue trailing down my neck as his fingers work with the buttons on my black flannel. He smiles like a child when he sees that I have nothing underneath the warm button up. His mouth quickly drops to one breast swirling his warm tongue around as his hand massages my other breast, sending me into a fit of pleasure. After giving the same treatment to the other side, he rips off my leggings. He grabs the waistband of my thong. “May I?” he asks with heavy bloodshot eyes.

“Please,” I nod. He wastes no time removing the flimsy fabric and spreading my already trembling legs. He dips a long finger into my heat, groaning at how slick I already am.

“All this, just for me?” He licks the fluid off his finger, just to dip it back inside of me and out once more. “Have a taste baby,” he reaches his finger up and I close my mouth around it, licking seductively, making sure to keep eye contact.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself. “Good girl,” he praises with a kiss on my nose. He quickly dips his head back down, licking from my entrance up to my clit, sucking and licking with expertise, earning a loud moan and a string of profanities from me. I quickly feel my orgasm building in my stomach, but its not enough.

“Evan, I need you to fuck me, please,” I whimper. He pulls his head up, his mouth and chin shimmering. I definitely didn’t need to ask twice. He jumps up dropping his pants and boxers allowing his perfect cock to spring free, giving himself a few good pumps. I shiver at the sight. Evan dips his head down to my core one last time, giving me a kiss then allowing a trail of warm spit to drip down and trickle to my entrance. The sight is enough to make me melt into this sticky leather couch. Evan lines his length up with me, pulling my hips up and guiding me onto his dick. Slowly filling me, stopping halfway in allowing me to adjust, but I don’t want it. I buck my hips forward, making him bottom out immediately. A string of curses leaves both our lips as he pokes at my stomach from the inside. He begins thrusting quickly, taking the hint that I’m not  wanting to make love tonight. Evans’ toned body begins to shimmer with sweat as he brings a strong hand to my throat squeezing the sides, making me just lightheaded enough to intensify the pleasure. He looks down at me, biting his lip, as he watches my face contort in pleasure from what he’s doing to me. The louder I moan, the harder he pounds into me. My breathing starts to hitch with each thrust as I clench around him.

“Evan I’m going to-” before I can finish my sentence, he pulls out completely, making me groan from the sudden empty feeling. I curse and open my mouth to question him.

“Turn over,” he demands as he stands up. I obey and begin to shift on the couch. “hands and knees.” He specifies, slapping me hard on the ass, I cant help but giggle as the sting lingers on my sweaty skin. I prop myself up on my forearms on the arm of the couch and spread my legs, wiggling my ass a bit as wait for Evan to fill me back up.

“Your body is so perfect,” he says as grabs and kisses my ass before I feel him line himself up again, quickly thrusting in to satisfying the ache in the empty space he left behind in my stomach. Once he finds his rhythm, I feel his hand snake around my throat and the other around my torso as he pulls me flush against him. My shoulders press against his as I arch my back. In this new potion, he hits my g spot perfectly.

“Shit Evan! Yes please,” I pant. “just like this. Please fuck me just like this! Don’t stop,” I plead as I squeeze his strong arms that are wrapped around me. Even groans lowly at the praise.

“I need you to cum y/n,” he whispers in my ear, reaching down to rub circles on my clit. “Can you do that for me, gorgeous?” All I can do is moan and nod my head ‘yes’. His thrust propels me towards my orgasm as I scream out profanities. “That’s it, good girl,” his hot breath moans into my ear laced with the smell of stale smoke. I curl my toes and grip his forearms with all my force, leaving nail marks as my whole body tenses, then releases in pleasure.

“Evan I’m cumming!” My screams and the sound of our skin slapping together fill the room. “Fuck you make me feel so good,” I whimper as he begins to slow down his thrusts, allowing me to ride out my high.

“Good job baby,” he pulls out, pumping himself. “now get on your knees. Open your mouth.” I quickly obliged. I drop down and look up at him. The sight of his heaving, glistening chest and his brown curls sticking to his red sweaty face is enough to make me orgasm all over again. He reaches his veiny arm down and pulls my hair into a ponytail and. I happily open my mouth for him as he gently taps his rock hard tip on my lips, I moan quietly as he begins to slowly thrust in my face. I take it upon myself to press his dick as far as I can down my throat, gagging as my nose touches his abdomen.

“Holy fucking shit baby,” he pants out, now fucking my face. It doesn’t take long before he’s twitching in my deep in my throat and the salty pre cum drips into my mouth. “That’s it baby, fuck,” he swears as he grips my hair so hard I can feel a few strands snapping. It takes all of my strength to pull my head a away.

“Cum on my face, please Evan,” I gasp for breath, looking up at him with tears running from my pink eyes, as thick strands of spit string from my lips to his perfect dick. With a few pumps, and his death grip still on my hair, I open my mouth and hum in satisfaction as he releases his strings of hot liquid all over my face. He groans and curses, finally releasing my hair.

“Fuck y/n,” he sighs, looking down at the beautiful mess he’s created on my face. He brings his thumb to my mouth scooping up some of his cum and bring it to my lips. I smile around his thumb, lapping up all the liquid. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he looks at me with such strong admiration in his eyes, I can’t help but blush as I lay my head into the hand he puts on my cheek. “Lets get you into the shower,” he begins guides me to the bathroom but I stop him.

“Don’t you want a cigarette first” I offer, grabbing the menthols from my flannel pocket. He grins. “Well, I’m not going to ever turn down a cigarette after sex that good,” he looks at the state of my face again. “But let me at least wipe off your face first. It’s the least I could do.” I giggle as he walks over to get a wet rag. This is absolutely worth risking my job for.

[irl-w0lverine]

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Pairing : stoner!tate x first time!reader

Warnings : consumption of weed, possible mischarecterisation

A/n : every blue moon i make a character getting high fic

NOT PROOFREAD!

"How have you never been high before? Your in highschool, theres practically stoners around every corner" ever since you confessed to Tate that you've never tried weed, hell you've never even touched the stuff, hes been constantly teasing you about it.

"I've just never been interested in that typa stuff." You huff at him. He gets up and walks over to a draw, opening it and pulling out a box.

"Uh Tate? Whats in there?"

"well you said you've never gotten high before, so whats better than your first time being with me?" His dumb, smug smirk pressed on his lips. Every time you saw it you could just tell he was up to no good.

He pulls out a small cookie in a clear bag, one that you raise a brow at. How the hell were you gonna get high from just that? You try to see what else is in the box but he locks it and slides it back into the draw.

"Your kidding. How is that meant to get us high?"

"Trust me, it will"

He sits back down besides you, carefully taking the cookie out and breaking it in half, handing you the smaller portion.

"it takes a little while to kick in" he mumbles, his mouth already stuffed with the cookie like a chipmunk. You take small bites, the size increasing ever so slightly with each sheepish bite. Soon you finish it and just sit there while Tate puts some of nirvanas music on.

Within less than two hours, your body starts to feel fuzzy and swooshy, your limbs twitching at random times. Your eyelids are heavy, Tates warm arm around your waist making you want to just fall asleep against him. You let out a sigh as you rest against him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He tilts his head down, giving you a gentle kiss on the bridge of your nose and letting a small giggle escape past your lips. You can't help but tilt your head up, your faces moving closer together like a magnet until eventually your lips are pressed against one anothers.

Tate moves a hand to the back of your head, kissing you deeper as your hands slide up his collarbone so they rest on the back of his neck.

Soon he pulls away.

"Wow" is all that can muster past your lips.

A/n: i wasnt sure what to write so i kinda just came up with things as i was writing

Thanks for reading! <3

[hoe4kai]

this photo makes me so hard (im a teen girl but oh well)

[violet-harmon2011]

the evans x short reader

for all my short queens <3

p.s. please let me know if you think any of these are incorrect

p.p.s. send in requests for more hc's & fics!! also lmk if you wanna be tagged in any of my writing :)

tate langdon

would occasionally be the big spoon bc you're so much shorter

gently pokes you in the forehead or cheek to get your attention

loves it when you wear his sweaters and the sleeves are extra long so you wrap your hands up like they're mittens

just envelops you in his arms after you've had a tiring day at school

bear hugs so he can rest his chin on top of your head bc you're the perfect height <3

plants a million little kisses in your hair when you're cuddling (and sniffs your delectable shampoo in the process)

kit walker

would lift you onto the kitchen counter to make out

would get things off high shelves for you after putting them there so you would ask for his help

stooping down to kiss your neck

forehead kisses in the kitchen

loves braiding your hair

"short stuff"

frat kyle

would call you "shortie" and chuckle when you thwack his arm

always has an arm around your shoulder at parties

franken kyle

would give you "uppies" to reach high shelves

random piggy back rides around the house bc you're his "lil princess"

cuddles 24/7

jimmy darling

straddling him while you make out

“shortcake"

feels so protective over you

likes knowing he can keep you safe

loves holding you in his arms (you fit so perfectly <3)

always whispering filthy things into your ear

loves it when you lean up and kiss his jaw

james patrick march

always carrying you everywhere bridal style

spoils you with lavish gowns that he pays to have hemmed

buys you all the high heels you could ever want

kai anderson

would enjoy the fact that he's taller and more powerful than you are

would call you "bunny" and "doll" (pretends it's degrading, but he actually thinks you're adorable)

when you've been extra good, he pats his lap "c'mere little lamb"

ruthless short jokes

amused when you try to reach things off high shelves and fail

peter maximoff

would throw you over his shoulder and dance or run around

head pats

"babygirl"

lifts you off your feet when he gives you hugs

[saintlucretia]

Kai Anderson be like "I know a spot" and then suddenly you are in a cult

[redroses07]

help me

[marchsfreakshow]

Theatrics [Kai Anderson]

Smut / drabble

You've gone away for the week, much to the dismay of Kai, who decides one day you needed a reminder over the phone of who you belong to.

Phone sex with Kai Anderson but it's so bare bones :3 I just woke up with this idea in my head, so take it.

Warnings: phone sex, masturbation, talk of gunplay, degradation, tiniest bit of praise, not that much dirty talk, very little plot. Kai Anderson being Kai Anderson.

18+! MINORS DNI

No one's perspective

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"Kai please... please I wanna hear you."

"You aren't gonna hear shit if you continue being a begging slut."

A little desperate whine escaped you again. Your body occasionally jerking when the tip of your fingerprint finds that needy and throbbing nerves. So desperately craving an orgasm, just to be denied over and over. "Fucking hell you're that desperate?"

You nodded but then whined again as a verbal response, since Kai couldn't see your nods. Or your fingers working tirelessly in and out of yourself. Pumping them out of yourself over and over. Unfortunately, your fingers would never amount to Kai's cock. The inches being harshly pushed into you without a warning or a care in the world. The contuined roughness nearly destroying your insides. "Just work on your imagination. There you go." He coaxed, not one ounce of praise or appreciation in the man's dry tone.

Another pathetic whine escaped your lips, your knees curling up to your chest instinctvely. "Kai..."

"No. Your imagination is there for a reason, whore."

"Just a little bit." You begged, panting, teetering on the edge. "Please. Please Kai, just a little.."

"When you get back home you are getting fucked by the gun I have in my room. You will not fucking stop cumming until I tell you or until I shoot a fucking bullet up that needy womb of yours. Understand?"

A full moan left you as his harsh, condensing words dug into you. They dug into your mind, made a home and stayed there as you rode yourself through a lonely, needy orgasm. Fingers wet, drenched and achy. "All you need is a little coaxing with my gun don't you? Jesus Christ." Kai's sadistic little laugh rang through the phone. "That's a good fuckin girl.."

Your whines and pants softened as you calmed yourself down from the high that was craved. You knew what you wanted to ask, but it was a stupid question and you knew it. Despite that, you had to ask. "...did you touch yourself today Kai?"

"Oh that's a stupid question. You know that's a stupid question. What do you think the answer is little lamb?"

"No?"

"Exactly, no. I'm waiting for you to get back from this stupid little trip of yours, so I can fuck you the way I want."

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Tags: @babygorewhore / @taintandviolent / @oceanblvd111 / @nahoyasboyfriend / @coentinim / @slutforgarlogan / @briaroftheroses @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re /. @evanpeterspeter / @feefymo / @fear-is-truth / @lacucarachapisser / @marchsfreak / @saintlucretia / @jazz-berry / @t8-ak47

[emyhpeters]

black and white photos of evan peters make me lose my mind

[frankenkyle19]

Sweet Pain

Kai Anderson x virgin!reader smut

word count: 2.3k

my first ever actual Kai smut and… I kinda hate it but I’m not gonna waste 2.3k words and three days of my life to not post it

warnings: Uhm Kai… blowjobs, forceful Kai, unprotected sex, loss of virginity

Kai wasn’t exactly one to be gentle. He just wasn’t. It wasn’t in his nature. You’d known Kai for many months. Had been his first ‘follower’ as he called you. You would have liked to at least be called a friend. That’s what you were, right? Friends? You’d been there for Kai since day one. Supported him in everything he did, made sure he always had food, and anything else he needed, all to just be called a follower?

It hurt. It hurt to see him treat you like nothing when you were there before everyone else. The only real person who came before you was his own sister. Winter. Now don’t get it wrong, he could be nice when he wanted to, but it was usually for his gain. He wasn’t just nice for the hell of it. 

But one thing was for sure. You were his. His alone. His little lamb. No matter how hard it was for him to show it, he did love you in some way. 

The one thing he hadn’t done yet was make love to you. Or…well, fuck you. You were a virgin, and you made that known. Kai wasn’t worried about that. He could take you anytime he wanted to, so it wasn’t for your sake that he waited. 

He wanted you so tightly wrapped around his finger that getting to take your virginity was just the icing on his odd, cultish cake.

And that’s exactly what he did.

After one of many weekly meetings with his followers, he asked you to stay behind. You swallowed hard, a swell of nervousness rising up inside. You knew you hadn’t done anything wrong, so why were you still so nervous? Maybe because it was Kai. You never knew what to expect from him. He was unpredictable.

“Little lamb, why are you so nervous?” He asked with a chuckle, smoothing his bright blue hair out of his face as his eyes scanned your body. You weren’t sure you liked the way he was looking at you right now. It was almost predatory.

“I just… I’m not in trouble am I?” You asked, swallowing hard as you felt your voice shake.

“Why would you be in trouble, little lamb. Unless…” he began, taking a step towards you “you did something wrong?” He asked curiously 

“No! No I didn’t… I didn’t do anything wrong I just-“

“Then you have nothing to be afraid of. I just want to talk to you.” He said gently. It was odd. His voice didn’t match his posture or expression. It was too… sweet. Almost a fake kind of sweet.

He carefully brushed his hand down your cheek, forcing you to look at him. Without a word he took your hand and led you upstairs. You figured you’d talk in the living room, but he led you up another flight of stairs and to his room. A shudder ran through you. What was he planning?

“Kai I- I don’t-“ he hushed you dismissively, closing the door behind you, and much to your worry, locked it too. There was no good reason why he would lock it. 

“Get on the bed for me.” He said sternly, beginning to take off his jacket 

“Woah- woah what are you d-doing?” You backed up until you hit the bed, having no choice but to sit. 

“I’m going to take you to bed. Isn’t that obvious? You’re smart aren’t you dear?” He chuckled, lifting off his shirt and revealing his toned, milky body. 

“What?” Your eyes were wide as you looked up at him, now hovering over you, hands on his belt buckle.

“But I’m a-“

“Virgin, yes I know. I’m well aware, but after tonight you won’t be.”

His words nearly made your heart stop. He was going to take your virginity? After all these months, all this time longing for him? After begging for any scrap of his attention?

You just nodded slowly, because at this point did you even really have a choice? It was Kai here, he wouldn’t care if you fought him. If he wanted something, he was going to get it. 

“I’ll be gentle with you this one time, since it’s your first. But don’t expect anything after that. Got it?” 

All you could do was nod, unable to find words. Your eyes locked onto his hands that were deftly undoing his belt, sliding it through the loops in his pants before tossing it onto the floor. One step closer you thought.

“Now my little lamb, you’re going to be a good girl and take my cock, yes? Yes, you’ll be my good girl.” Oh god, his voice. His fucking voice. It was so rough, so deep. 

“You’re going to be polite, and you’re going to do everything daddy tells you to, got it? Or else I’ll have to punish you, and I don’t want to have to do that..” he trailed off, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, pulling them down to his knees. 

“Yes K-Kai…” you muttered. Kai wasn’t happy with that answer. He slammed you against the bed, crawling on top of you as he practically ripped off your shirt. You wanted to squirm away, but he held you so tight that you couldn’t get out of his grip. 

“You’re- y-you’re hurting me-'' you cried, looking up at him with wide eyes, for the first time, truly afraid of the man on top of you. 

“You can call me a lot of things in bed. Kai isn't one of them.” He growled, breath hot against your face.

“Daddy for example.. or divine ruler.” He put extra emphasis on the latter, which could only make you assume he preferred that one.

“I-I’m sorry d-divine ruler-“ you sniffled, eyes welling with tears as you swallowed hard. Much to your relief, Kai let up, letting go of you and sitting up.

“I think I know a better way for you to apologize.” He grinned, pulling his boxers down. You couldn’t help but glance down… and what you saw made your core flutter.

His cock was thick, hard, and leaking pre-cum from the tip. His large hand was wrapped around it, stroking it slowly as he watched you watch him.

“Well…?” He said, looking at you like you were stupid. And maybe you were. Maybe you were stupid for even being with him. For being in this situation. But right now all you could think about was his thick cock down your throat.

You carefully reached a hand out to stroke him, his length so girthy that your fingers barely reached fully around it. It was definitely going to hurt when he put it inside of you. If it even fits, that is.

You lowered your quivering lips to the tip of his cock, pressing a gentle kiss to it. You weren’t exactly scared, just… a bit nervous. You hadn’t done anything like this before and you weren’t exactly sure what to expect. Especially with Kai.

Kai hummed his approval, looking down at you as he tapped his thick cock head against your lips, urging you on.

“Come on baby, be a good girl for me, yeah? Be so good and maybe you’ll get rewarded.” 

You had no choice but to listen. Kai was like a drug. Addictive. You couldn’t just stop. That’s not how it worked with him.

You enveloped the head of his cock between your lips, sucking on it like a lollipop. That’s what you’d seen in the very few porn videos you’d watched. 

You felt a bit better about it all when Kai groaned above you, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he tilted his head back again. He looked sinful. Beautiful. 

“Goooood fucking girl. Keep going, choke on it.” And you did. Kai pushed into your mouth further, causing your throat to close up and your gag reflex to start. He didn’t care, nor did he stop. He fucked into your throat, holding your hair tightly in his grip as he let his cock slide in and out of your awaiting mouth. You were sure your throat would be bruised after this all. 

This went on for a few minutes before Kai seemed satisfied. Tears fell down your face, smudging your mascara. Your lips were puffy and swollen, and your throat was scratchy, a lingering taste of… man on your tongue.

“Very good girl for me, for your divine ruler.” He crawled back over you again, hands roaming across your body as his deft fingers unbuttoned your pants, pulling them off in one quick motion. You suddenly felt very vulnerable in only your bra and panties.

“Don’t hide from me, you’re gorgeous.” He spoke, seeming to sense your embarrassment. He seemed to know everything. Always one step ahead.

He nearly ripped your panties off as he tugged them down your legs, leaving your lower half completely bare to him. Exposed. Your heart fluttered hard in your chest, beating a million miles a minute as you tried to keep your legs closed.

Kai clicked his tongue in distaste, immediately shoving his way between your thighs, placing his thick cock head at your entrance. That’s when you realized he wasn’t even going to prep you on his fingers first. What an asshole.

“K-Kai-i'm not-“ you tried to speak, but he dismissed you, his dick brushing against your clit which sent a pleasurable spark through your body. It was soon diminished by the searing pain of him stretching you completely open on his cock.

“Hush my little lamb. You were made for this. Made to take me. Take my seed.” He whispered against your ear, breathing labored as he continued to push into you.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, a few tears managing to slip as you cried quietly. It hurt. It was an odd pain. One that wasn’t easily explained. Almost searing, but dull. Not completely unbearable but not nice either.

“Gooooood fucking girl.” He cooed, the praise making you perk up a bit. He had pushed himself into the hilt and was just resting against you, being nice enough to let you adjust. 

He didn’t kiss you. Didn’t really do anything, just waited a few minutes to give you the chance to calm yourself. To adjust to the foreign feeling of him inside of you.

He did finally pull out and you glanced down between your bodies, gasping as you saw his cock was covered in a thin layer of blood. Your blood. You were bleeding.

“K-Kai-“ he could have reprimanded you for using his name, but he sensed your worry and shook his head, hands rubbing over your thighs comfortingly.

“It’s normal.” He said casually, beginning to rock back into you gently, a grunt falling from his lips.

“Not all women bleed. Some do. It just depends.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

This really was a new side of Kai you hadn’t seen before. He was careful. Caring. Gentle. Attentive.

“There we go, you’re loosening up, feel it?” He thrust into you a bit more and you gasped. It still hurt a bit, but there was something else too. A tingling sensation, a pleasurable buzz. It felt good.

Kai began to find a steady rhythm. In and out, in and out, in and out. Over and over and over. Each time he thrust full into you, his pelvis brushed against your clit, and it felt so so good. His cock didn’t feel magical, it just made you feel very very full. It was an interesting feeling that would surely take some getting used to to truly enjoy.

Kai was beginning to fall apart above you, you could tell. His face was scrunched up, his hips were beginning to falter, and he was letting out groans and moans left and right.

“Fuck, that’s it, so good baby girl, being so good for your divine ruler. Bet you’d do anything I asked, huh?” Jesus, he talked a lot. He never shut up it seemed, but you found yourself not minding. 

His hand reached down between the two of you and a look of confusion crossed your face before you realized what he was doing. The pleasure suddenly felt 10x stronger as his thumb circled your clit, applying just the right amount of pleasure to get you trembling.

“I feel- I- I feel-“ you stuttered, unable to exactly describe it. You felt like you were going to orgasm, but with Kai inside of you it felt… different. Stronger in a way.

Your pussy began to clench around his length, the slick squelching sounds filling the room along with Kai’s pants and mumbles under his breath.

You didn’t even see it coming. Didn’t have time to brace yourself before your orgasm was crashing over you like a tsunami. Wave after wave. You felt like you were drowning. It was hard to breathe. You’d never felt such pleasure in your life.

As you came down from your high, you were briefly aware of Kai’s final, loud moan before he stilled inside of you, filling you up with his warm seed. It felt so nice that you almost forgot that he hadn’t worn a condom and had just come inside of you…

“Kai you just-“

“I know. And if this goes according to my plan, you will be the mother to my messiah baby.” You were so hazy that you barely processed his words. You just nodded, relaxing into the bed. You’d clean up later. You were too tired to get up and even if you found the strength, you figured your legs would give out on you.

You’d surely be sore in the morning, and maybe even… pregnant? But you guess it had all been worth it, getting to have your virginity taken by your very own divine ruler.