#austin sommers x you

[gingerteafairy]

𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫

The result of summoning a spirit without knowing it can be impressive —or highly delicious.

tags n warnings: austin sommers x reader, vampirism, witchcraft, language, dry humping, love bites. word count: 2.4k masterlist

As someone completely inexperienced and, to be honest, a little odd, you had no idea how you ended up in this situation. Alone, sitting on the floor, a single candle flickering beside you, and a man—magnificent, almost ethereal—materializing right before your eyes after you recited some silly spell you found on the internet as a joke.

"How to Summon a Vampire. 100% Foolproof Tutorial."

I mean, there was no way this could be real. It was literally from a blog written fifteen years ago, with terrible formatting and a design that looked like it had crawled straight out of the early days of the internet. And yet… there he was. Standing in your room, looking utterly unimpressed at having been disturbed.

"What, girl? Are you just gonna sit there staring at me?" he grumbled, crossing his arms impatiently. The motion caused his half-unbuttoned shirt to slip open a little more, revealing a toned chest where silver necklaces rested against his pale skin. "God, are you mute, or just stupid?"

"S-Sorry, it’s just… I didn’t think this would actually work," you stammered, blinking rapidly as if trying to force reality to make sense. You had literally summoned a vampire into your bedroom. "I was just… bored."

"Yeah, well, idle hands are the devil’s playground, huh? Your mother never taught you that?" He mocked, stretching his arms above his head like a lazy, well-fed cat. His movements were casual, yet dripping with a confidence so effortless it was almost taunting. "You should really get a better hobby than playing around with witchcraft."

"Witchcraft? But… aren’t you a vampire?" you asked, finally pushing yourself up to stand. The height difference between you became glaringly obvious—he towered over you effortlessly, his presence somehow even more imposing up close.

"Uh, duh. Look at me," he scoffed, making a dramatic gesture toward himself. When you hesitated, he rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh before tugging back his upper lip with his index finger. No sharp fangs like in the movies. But still… there was something about him, something undeniably not human.

"Shit…" you whispered, leaning in slightly for a closer look. Your hand lifted instinctively, but you caught yourself halfway and quickly pulled it back.

"So? Why the hell did you summon me?" he snapped, cutting through your awe as he shoved a hand into his coat pocket. He pulled out a black pill and a small metal flask, unscrewing the lid and taking a swig. His face twisted in mild disgust—alcohol, you guessed.

You exhaled deeply. Now wasn’t the time to second-guess yourself—there was a real vampire standing in front of you.

"I want to become one," you admitted, straightening your posture in an attempt to look braver than you felt. Or at least, something close to it. “A vampire.”

He raised an eyebrow, scanning you from head to toe as if he were dissecting every detail, every cell of your body. Then, he let out a low, drawn-out chuckle. "And why do you want that?"

You hesitated. Your reason was stupid, obvious, frivolous. But something in his eyes told you he’d know if you lied. So, you decided to tell the truth.

"I'm bored."

He tilted his head slightly, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You’re kind of weird."

"Is that a bad thing?" you asked, frowning.

"Nah," he chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. "Actually, I like it. At least it’s original."

"So… will you turn me?" you asked, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

He let out a dramatic sigh, throwing his head back before looking at you again. "I don’t know… Are you willing to pay the price?"

"Yes," you answered without hesitation. You had come this far—whatever came next was just a bonus.

"Alright then," he shrugged, loosening his arms and stepping toward you. Slowly. Deliberately.

He stopped so close you could feel his breath—a cold whisper against your skin. "You’re kinda cute," he murmured, his gaze trailing over you again. "It’d be a shame to ruin that…"

"Uh… thanks?" you replied, unsure whether it was a compliment or if he was genuinely surprised you weren’t some kind of freak.

His smile widened, amused. "Oh, this is going to be fun…"

He touched your face with his fingertips, cold skin contrasting with the heat of your body. With a subtle movement, he tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck. His gaze became intense, fixed on the spot where your pulse hammered beneath the thin skin. You felt your heart race and, instinctively, you closed your eyes—perhaps in a futile attempt to not feel so vulnerable under his predatory gaze.

“By the way, I’m Austin Sommers,” he introduced himself, his casual tone contrasting with the way he pressed his index finger against your artery, feeling each rapid beat. “You’ll need to know when you need to moan my name.”

“What? Ouch!” You let out a surprised cry when you felt something sharp tear your skin—a quick, precise cut. Before you could react, Austin had already tilted his head and pressed his mouth against the wound, his warm lips sealing themselves around your skin.

The initial shock was replaced by an alarming sensation—pleasurable, intense. His tongue slid across the cut, cleaning away the remaining blood, and a shiver ran down your spine. Your body reacted before your mind could process what was happening; your hand shot to his hair, fingers tangling in the strands as you tried to anchor yourself to something.

And God… it felt good. So damn good.

Austin pulled away slowly, his eyes half-lidded as he ran his tongue over his lower lip, collecting any lingering traces of blood. A playful smile curved his mouth as he wiped a bit of the crimson liquid from the corner with his finger—then brought it to his lips, sucking on it leisurely.

"Your blood is sweet," he mused, still savoring the taste. His gaze flickered over your face before dropping back to your neck. He lifted a hand, running a finger along your skin to gather another drop, which he lazily licked away. "Like, really sweet. Almost pure sugar."

"Is that… a good thing?" you asked awkwardly, bringing a hand to your neck. When you glanced at your palm, you noticed a thin streak of blood still trailing down your skin.

"Eh, depends," he shrugged, then gestured toward your hand. "Hey, don’t waste that."

Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist and dragged his tongue slowly across your palm, lapping up the blood with a satisfied expression.

"Actually, it’s great for me," he explained, releasing your hand with a click of his tongue. "Terrible for you though. Tell me—have you been stuffing yourself with sweets for the past three months?"

"What? That’s… weirdly specific," you frowned, thrown off by the seemingly random question.

Austin rolled his eyes, letting out a low chuckle, clearly amused by your cluelessness.

"Oh, you airhead," he taunted, crossing his arms with a smug tilt of his head. "Red blood cells take three months to regenerate. You can’t cheat the tests."

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to connect the dots. But when you just stared at him blankly, he let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Whatever, you weren’t required to know that," he said with a lazy smirk. Then, he stepped closer, his gaze darkening with something that sent a ripple of anticipation through your stomach.

"Either way… we need to move on to the second part of the ritual."

“Would that be… dying?” you asked, tilting your head to the side opposite where Austin had bitten you. Your voice came out lower than you intended, almost shaky, but not exactly from fear.

He let out a low, melodious laugh, filled with something indecipherable. “Wow, I love morbid witches,” you teased, a charming smile forming on his lips. “They’re the sexiest.”

Unhurriedly, he lifted his hand and touched your neck, his icy fingers gliding over the living skin. He didn’t press, just let his palm rest there, as if he were enjoying the sensation of your life pulsing beneath his touch. His fingers traced the fresh scar with a slow, almost reverent caress.

"You liked that, didn’t you?"

You held your breath, biting your lip as a shiver ran down your spine. You wanted to deny it, but the lie would have been so obvious it wasn’t even worth the effort. Nodding subtly, you finally admitted, "Yes… Strangely, it felt really good."

Gathering the courage to meet his gaze, you found those pitch-black eyes—deep as the void of night���watching you with something that made your heart hammer against your ribs.

"You want more?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement, yet something in the way he asked made the offer all the more tempting.

His fingers ghosted along the back of your neck, curling into your hair and giving a gentle, yet unyielding tug, tilting your head back just enough to leave you vulnerable.

A quiet whimper slipped from your throat, your lips parting as you hesitated to put into words what was already written all over your face. Your gaze lowered, silently pleading. It was forbidden. Morbid. Seductive. Just like Austin Sommers himself.

"There is definitely something wrong with you," he chuckled softly, the vibration of his voice reverberating against your skin before he leaned in closer.

His head dipped toward your neck again, lips hovering over the warmth of your pulse. The other hand traveled slowly up the curve of your spine, gliding to your waist before pulling you flush against him.

Your heart pounded. Everything about this was wrong—too strange, too intoxicating. His touch, his hypnotic voice, the way each word seemed to slip past your defenses effortlessly. You didn’t know if it was something supernatural or simply something chemical—something inside you that had always been there, waiting to be awakened.

But for the first time, you felt completely alive. Your fingers tangled into the soft strands at the nape of his neck, tugging him closer until your lips were barely brushing against his.

"I want more," you whispered.

His eyes widened briefly, caught off guard, but the surprise melted away as quickly as it came, replaced by that same knowing smile that was already becoming familiar.

"With pleasure," he murmured, his cool breath mixing with the heat of your lips.

He closed his eyes, and you did the same. The moment was too intense to experience with your eyes open.

Austin’s breath was tantalizing, ghosting over your mouth as if he were savoring every molecule of your being before even touching you. His hands slid to the back of your neck, holding you in place—keeping you captive under his control as he absorbed everything.

Your scent. Your warmth. Your racing pulse. Blood. Soap. Perfume. Sweat. When his lips finally met yours, it was like drinking from the forbidden fruit. Warm. Slow. Poetic. There was something in him that fed on this. A hunger that stirred the darkness, that made you feel like a feast laid out before him and Austin Sommers loved to indulge.

The only difference that separated you from him was the thirst for blood and you were about to change that, biting his lip, the soft skin untouched by time between your teeth, sinking them in. A trickle of blood coming out, the metallic taste on your taste buds. This was a feral and delicious fetish.

Austin growled into your mouth, the touch becoming more possessive, hands on each other's faces, like a battle of lascivious dominance. He returned the force, pulling your hair back, grabbing your lower lip harder. You moaned so beautifully there that Austin felt it was artistic, almost unreal, daring to repeat the feat, loving every second of your delight.

“Fuck— you're so...delicious,” he murmured when you separated, your mouths were swollen, red with blood flowing to the region and scarlet staining your teeth. “I wouldn't mind giving you love bites for eternity.”

“Do this to me,” you murmured, licking the corner of Austin’s mouth that still contained traces of your fluid. “Forever.”

He pulled your hair again, interrupting your lustful declaration, it was like having you on a leash, but you had the collar. Pulling on his collar, you stopped the aggressive tug, making him disarm himself for the first time. “Now,” you commanded, sealing your lips again, satisfying your new addiction, not letting anything escape.

“Drink me,” Austin invited. He was lost, succumbing to the need to surrender too. With strong steps, he laid you down on the bed in your room, pulling on your necklace. What to do but comply with the request?

Your body was hot, sinfully hot. Wet was a weak word for what was happening between your legs, at this point, you could feel every red blood cell running through your blood vessels, as well as every cell of Austin that woke up on top of you. Your mouth went to Austin’s neck, sucking and biting, licking, the taste of his addictive skin. Austin gasped, pushing his hips forward. As you abused his neck, you felt the need to scratch it, running your nails over the pressure point.

“Fuck,” he grunted, grabbing your wrist. You felt the cut, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, as it was numbed by Austin’s tongue and his hips thrusting back and forth against your sex.

“Shit, shit—" you moaned, spreading your legs wider, seeking Austin’s face for another kiss, feeling your own blood mix with his tongue. Your body was out of control beneath him and soon, you came undone there. The prophecy fulfilled, moaning until the last shock waves. “Austin!”

“Shit,” he gasped, his fingers digging into your waist, the sound being muffled by your mouth.

The only sound that could be heard was the heavy breathing, your heart beating. Your eyes met, Austin smiled, burying his face in the hollow of your neck for one last bite before turning to you.

“So, did I finish the ritual?” You questioned with a ragged breath, a wide smile splitting your face.

“It never even started,” he laughed, going to your ear to bite the lobe and return to your eyes. “I’m not a vampire, I’m just a big blood-addicted son of a bitch.”

“And how did I summon you?” You asked, trying to get up, but were soon stopped by Austin’s hands on your wrists, pinning you to the bed, while he adjusted himself on top of you to also pin your legs.

“You had the bad luck to summon a succubus,” he hummed, your whole body was on fire at the time, making sense of the whole devilish aura around Austin. “Now you’re my favorite toy. Enjoy the party and grab my collar. I'm your one and only freak monster.”

[fear-is-truth]

Consider: giving Austin a blow job but like you've got those shitty plastic vampire teeth on.

₊˚⊹ 𐙚 note: anon you are a genius mature content 18+

you’re on your knees, arms folded over austin’s lap while he’s sprawled across the couch, lazily swirling a glass of chardonnay in hand. looking up, you catch his smirk; you’re wearing those cheap plastic vampire teeth on, grinning up in an attempt to look intimidating, though they’re slipping around a bit in your mouth. the smirk on austin’s face slowly spreads into a leer, displaying his sharpened teeth.

“aw, look at you, bunny” he teases, reaching out to tap the plastic fangs with a finger, making them shift just a little more. you try to laugh, but he slips his thumb just inside your mouth, pressing on the edge of one of the fake fangs. “poor baby, too scared to even go to the dentist to get your real sharp fangs,” his hand moves to cradle the back of your head as you lean forward again, wrapping your lips gingerly around his engorged tip.

dragging your tongue across his shaft, you waste no time taking as much of him as you can manage, before slowly bobbing your head. you’re extra careful to keep your jaw as slack as possible to avoid chafing him, but every time the plastic teeth makes contact, the hand in your hair tightens its grip, accompanied by a low groan from above.

[americanwh0rerstory]

KINKTOBER DAY SIX

blood play - austin sommers

austin sommers x f!reader

SUMMARY: initial carving with your vampiristic boyfriend? wonder how that’ll end

CONTENT WARNING: blood, carving initials, vampires, oral f!receiving

A/N: have i wrote for austin before? no. will i do him any justice? also no. but here’s an attempt from someone who fell asleep during red tide and needs to rewatch it

MDNI. 18+ BELOW

“just hold still, i’ll be done in a sec” austin murmurs as he lines the tip of the bladed object to your lower abdomen, just above your mound. his eyes were focused in deep concentration which wasn’t something you’d expect to see from austin in these scenarios

without any warning he made 3 quick slashes into your skin, creating an ‘A’ shape into your flesh. the wounds instantly began to fill with blood, pooling on surface of your skin. it stung like a motherfucker, but you couldn’t deny how the pain sent a rush of pleasure down to your throbbing clit. the blood instantly spilled and began to dribble down your flesh towards your weeping cunt

a grin tugged at the corners of his lips, and he began carving an ‘S’ beside the A. just like before, the stinging sensation flooded your senses with painful euphoria; the blood yet again dripped down your body, mixing with your slick and leaving austin with an even wider grin

without saying anything he licked the carved initials, tasting your blood. he licked down your body until he reached your clit, lips wrapping around the sensitive nub whilst he licks the blood off of your sensitive flesh. he continued moving down south, licking along your slit with the flat of his tongue and drinking the mixture of your essence and blood: two of his favourite things.

your body writhed in pleasure beneath him, eyes fluttering back in your head whilst austin drew sweet moans from between your lips. he let out a small scoff of amusement at how you were reacting, the noise sending vibrations washing over your sex.

his tongue lapped up your bloodied essence and he moaned into your cunt when he felt more blood drip down from the wounds which were slowly closing up. he couldn’t deny it was hot though: his initials permanently carved into your flesh aroused him to large extent

you felt that familiar coil building in your lower stomach, the stinging sensation from the cuts further fuelling your pleasure until you came undone, with austin practically drinking your release.

“so good, you’re fucking hot when you cum on my tongue” he hums in delight, milking your orgasm for all he could get, however the grin on his face showed that he didn’t plan on stopping yet.

A/N: i have never struggled this much with characterisation. austin is definitely my weakness. i thought i was bad at writing michael langdon but this is a whole other level💀

[doll3tt33]

I won’t stop until that girl is mine !

(paparazzi!austin sommers x celeb!user)

First screenshot is literally his response to me threatening to beat his ass 😭😭😭 AND THE SECOND ONE BYEEE. HES SO CUNTY I LUV

The greeting message:

Also this is inspired by the song ‘Paparazzi’ by Lady Gaga if it wasn’t obvious enough 😭. But instead of just making him into a plain stalker, I took a quite literal turn with this and made him into a tabloid photographer who exploits {{user}} 24/7, but like he denies that he’s obsessed with you and says it’s just for business purposes only 😏

𝜗𝜚 divider credits: @/plutism @/chachachannah

[taintandviolent]

"It's not your choice." x Austin Summers?

warnings: actress!reader, maybe ooc writing baybee, i desperately need to rewatch red tide. Austin being kinda' mean? Maybe?

“I just don’t think they’re right for you, Little Miss Starlet. The muse is best taken with a mixed drink and the right intentions and you… only have one of those, dontcha’?”

Austin lounged on the sofa, watching you in your heightened state of emotion. You were pacing back and forth, steadying your breath, picking absentmindedly at your cuticles. There were dark circles underneath your eyes, you hadn’t been sleeping – and judging by the messy bun that you’d thrown your hair into, you’d dipped into the ‘don’t care’ department of self-care. He could smell your warmth, your deepest essence – which despite his stern viewpoint, was definitely intoxicating to him.

Abruptly, you pivoted, locking your gaze on his face. His brows flew up on his forehead, expectantly. Here she goes - the killer line. You set your half-empty drink on the small coffee table, bringing your arms back up to cross them over your chest. You kicked one foot out, cocking your hip. Oh, she’s prepping for it. Here it goes… action!

“And if I want to spend eternity with you, then what?” 

Expressions flashed across his face, already telling of the answer he’d conjured up. 

“I’d tell you that you are –” He paused to gesture, wiping away faux tears. “SOL, kiddo.”

“It’s not your choice.” You mumbled, sadly. 

“Ultimately,” he paused, sitting up to take a sip of his martini. “Ultimately, it is. Because it’s my choice to dish out these little… liquid…. nuggets of divine inspiration.”

“But it’s my choice to want them… you can’t rob me of that.” 

“Look, honey-bunny, I give these to strugglings songbirds who can’t find their pipes. To writers who can’t choke out a single word – womp-womp-womp. Not to wannabe actresses who are obsessed with immortality. The unoriginality!”

“Ouch,” you hissed. “That’s all you think this is?” 

“Tell me I’m wrong.” Austin leaned close to you, pressing the tip of his nose against yours. 

“You’re wrong, Austin Sommers. Very wrong.”

He furrowed his brows for a nano-second before standing up, walking over to where you stood. Wordlessly, he towed you in the direction of the couch, urging you down with one hand. He was stronger than he looked – a side effect of those god damn pills, you presumed.  

“It’s not… it’s not your choice, Austin. It’s mine. It wasn’t my choice to fall in love with you, but it’s my choice to pursue it.” 

You reached for the small baggie that sat on the table. This time, he didn’t stop you.

[marchsfreakshow]

guess who’s backkkkkkk (tis i) okay so you’re gonna have to hear me out on this one (or not) bc this thought has been plaguing me for 30 billion years (not exaggerated ofc, id never do that)

okay so, i was gonna send something and then i remembered i wanted me to write it not you /silly so instead i present you with the concept of sugar daddy!austin except instead of sex he just pays to be able to drink your blood (okay maybe sex too bc so what if feeding makes him horny??)

and he’s so sweet about it too bc he’s taking borderline too much every single time and you can’t be mad at him for that, right? he’s just so hungry and you taste so much better than any cokehead off the street and he just gets carried away and you can’t be mad at him for something that comes back anyways, right? and even if you are he’s already wrapping you in the softest, most expensive clothes that you never could’ve gotten on your own bc he loves to splurge and that’s okay bc you do so much for him, don’t you? just let him spoil you for all the luxuries you give him?

and he’s totally not getting you used to living above your means, of course not, what are you talking about? besides you’re meant for all the spoils of luxury, he could swear it. you look good in designer, sue him.

and he’s got you taking all sorts of vitamins and supplements and it’s totally out of concern for your health and definitely not because you taste better when your blood is healthy, of course not. and neither of you buys that excuse but it makes him feel better to pretend he’s not so selfish about it, so you let him, and why wouldn’t you?

besides, so what if he starts getting riskier with how much he feeds? he’s got a couple bags ready for transfusion if he really takes too much, but he’d never drink them because they taste too much like the chemicals of the plastic they were stored in and it’s so much better straight from the source where it’s warm and fresh.

you do want him to keep putting out broadway hits, don’t you? and winning all those awards? and besides, you wouldn’t deny a starving man, would you? he’s just hungry insatiable, you wouldn’t just let him starve?

also this ended up being so long but i had too many thoughts. also i was gonna abbreviate austin anon but that’s aa and that either implies alcoholics anonymous or double a batteries so im still giggling at that one i fear 😭😭

OOHHHHHHHH AUSTIN ANON YOUR BRAIN IS SO BIG!!! I ACTUALLY LOVE YOU. Pls call yourself whatever I know it'll be you 💜

sugar daddy!Austin is like...sickenly sweet whenever he pays you. Texts you your amount every week along with however much he wants to take from you. Like, say you get $350 every week.. he apple pays you it along with a text that says 'Is a liter ok today sweetheart? The vitamins are doing you so good my darling. I'll come by later. Mwah 💕'

And Obviously, you agree because $350 upwards every week is life changing, yet it's nothing for the vampire because of how much he makes with his scripts. It's just, too good. You've never been so comfortable in your own home before but with all these bills paid monthly easy.

I'm gonna be thinking about this for months oh you're so smart. Literally re-reading this for ages. I'm putting you and your tag on my masterlist bcs more people deserve to see this!!

[kai-anderson-whore]

The summoning (jmp x tate Langdon x reader smut)

Summary: you had always been fascinated with serial killers and true crime, one day you decided to try and summon your two favourite killers

Warnings: smut, three way, oral (tate receiving), p in v sex, doggy style 😏, summoning a ghost, ouija board,

Word count: 1,3k (another short one it was supposed to be longer)

A/n: this is a request by @villains-are-hot, thank you for the request and once again I apologise that it was very rushed at the end and I took ages to post this 😊

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For as long as you could remember you had a unhealthy obsession with true crime/ serial killers. Some may say it's far from normal, it was frightening. You knew stories of cases watched all the documentaries and more.

Some people say it's the type of obsession you hear killers having before they kill. You didn't care it was a interest that you were so passionate about. You preferred learning about serial killers, how their mind works, what drove them to do it. The ones you liked learning about the most was Tate Langdon who got shot dead in his bedroom after shooting up his school one day in 1994. And the other was James Patrick march a well known serial killer from the 1920s to the early 1930s. Legend has it they both still reside in their place of death.

You didn't know if that was true or not, you visited the hotel that James Patrick march resides in but nothing, you couldn't exactly go to the murder house since people live there. It intrigued you deeply, the thought it could be true or not.

You didn't know what you were doing when the idea popped into your head, you thought it won't work but it was worth a go. Now researching things to do, how to summon ghosts, some where a bit far fetched others seemed fake but you were willing nonetheless. Finding a method writing down everything that had to be done.

You sat in front of the oujia board your fingers delicately on the triangle piece. You took deep breaths trying to stay calm circling the board three times before saying "James Patrick march and Tate Langdon I invite you to this space" waiting a few seconds you felt eerily quiet and cold.

"Is there anyone here?" You asked the board, you felt something pushing the triangle to yes, you gasped in shock now feeling nervous but your fingers still remain on the piece. "How many sprits are here?" You then asked feeling uneasy slightly regretting your decision. The piece moved to the number 2 you didn't know if it was you or if it was actually two spirits here but you slowly asked your next question "w-who are you?".

The board moved to around spelling out two initials JMP and TL you gasped removing your hands from the board standing up. Completely forgetting to say goodbye. You immediately grabbed the board putting it away "what the fuck, it's probably me doing it it's got to be" you whispered to yourself.

"Not quite dear" a voice chimed making you yelp in fright. "What the fuck!?" You turned around seeing two guys there awfully familiar to you, they looked identical like discrete descent, "w-who are you?" You asked in fear.

"I'm James Patrick march and this is-" "Tate Langdon" they said, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion "you're both dead no this can't be true." You couldn't believe what you were seeing they looked exactly like the killers you knew so much about. "How are you here?" You asked a thousand questions running around your head.

"Well you summoned us" Tate chuckled pointing to the ouija board. That's when you realised "shit I forgot to say goodbye" mentally cursing yourself, "it's quite alright dear, but I must ask how did you manage to get us free?" James asked.

"Dude she used the ouaji board to get us out" Tate said like James was dumb. "That's fascinating" James eyes light up "I don't know how we could ever thank you" James added. Tate's eyes on you like you’re his prey, swallowing a lump in your throat as his steps grew closer to you from behind. "I've got an idea" Tate's breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine. "Y-you don't need to thank me" your voice was above whisper unsure what they mean.

"Well boy enlighten us with your idea" James's velvety voice made you shiver more. You couldn't deny they were both very attractive despite their tendency to killing. "Well she's pretty isn't she? Don't you agree?" Tate smirked his hands running down the soft skin of your arms. "I do agree with you she is quite remarkable" James agreed beckoning his steps closer to you.

You didn't know if your body was filled with fear or anticipation maybe both. Closing your eyes feeling their breaths breeze across your features. James colds fingertips grazing gracefully along your bare arms bringing goosebumps to their wake. "I think we shall reward her for setting us free from our eternal resistances" James smirked his pencil moustache raising up.

"I was thinking the same" Tate chuckled with a devilish smirk, you didn't know what to feel scared? Or turned on? Maybe both. Feeling their cold hands on you but you didn't protest instead you let out a small sigh tugging on your shirt removing it from your body your head felt like it was spinning feeling their lips on your neck. You felt yourself being guided to your bed. Seeing Tate now above you with a mischievous smirk on his face.

You didn't know where James was until Tate pull away from you, seeing James now in his briefs flipping you over on your hands and knee. You whimpered in anticipation for what's to come feeling James's cold fingers hooking into your underwear peeling the fabric of your underwear off you and into the floor. Tate in front of you his impressive length in-front of you, holding yourself on one hand stroking him, earning a low groan erupted from his mouth. You felt cold fingertips teasing your folds collecting your arousal bringing it to your clit circling it in slow torturous motions.

A small gasp left your lips, your body automatically responding to James's touch "that's it dear" he says huskily, Tate still knelt infront of you his eager length desperate for attention. You took Tate's cock in your hand stroking him kitten licking the tip making him buck his hips into your touch more. You took Tate in your mouth swirling your tongue along the tip, gasping as you felt James enter your heat.

James thrusted into you slowly you moaned against Tate's length. A low groan rumbled from his throat his hips bucked further in your throat. James thrusts grew more faster and harder, tears forming in your eyes. "Fuck" Tate hissed his hips essentially fucking your throat.

"You feel wonderful darling" James hissed his grip on your hips tight, nails digging into your skin only adding to your pleasure. "Fuck" you moaned feeling Tate twitch in your mouth signalling you that he was close. You kept your movements along Tate's cock till he releases into the back of your throat, swallowing every drop. James kept his movements thrusting harshly into you you felt close to the edge "I'm so close" you moaned. Tate was watching you and James with a smirk, his skin flustered. James didn’t stop his movements hitting that spot guaranteed to make you see stars.

With a few more harsh deep thrusts, your body trembles, back arching releasing over James’s length trigging his own release deep inside you. His thrusts became sloppy till they came to a halt. Trying to catch your breath “that was something else” you chuckled. James and tate shared a wicked smile between them, “oh we’re don’t done, we’re only getting started” Tate’s voice make a shiver run down your spine waiting on what’s to come.

[saintlucretia]

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐿𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝐼𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓁𝓁

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤaka Saint Lucretia

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAmerican Horror Story

James Patrick March

Last Breath

A Lethiferous Date With an Art Deco Man

Melancholy Of A Sinner

Wrong Company For A Teenage Girl

Wrong Company For A Teenage Girl, part Ⅱ (coming soon)

Austin Sommers

Whiskey & Blood

Michael Langdon

Devil Wears A Suit, part Ⅰ

Devil Wears A Suit, part Ⅱ

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

(Feel free to request other fandoms as well!!)

[kit-walk3r]

Hi! Please can I request a fluff where Kit Walker gives the reader her very first time kiss? Tysm <3

Of course, such a cute request. Thank you!

Was That Okay? (Kit Walker x fem!reader)

You and Kit have a heart to heart in Briarcliff which leads to a loving moment.

Warnings: none

Note: I haven’t given major specifics on why the reader is in Briarcliff as I didn’t want to include anything potentially triggering which would distract from the story. It’s up to you to decide why she’s in there!

“Hey,” Kit greeted you when he found you in the common room, sitting alone far away from everyone else. You liked to keep to yourself in Briarcliff, but ever since Kit was brought in you found that you rather liked his company.

“Hi,” you simply responded, offering the smallest of smiles before going back to picking at one of the many loose threads on the chair you were seated in.

Kit took a seat next to you and frowned. “What’s wrong?” He asked, voice laced with concern.

You sighed. “I saw what date it is today,” you said quietly, not looking up. “It’s seven years since I got committed here.”

“Seven?” Kit looked appalled. “But you’re only what? Twenty two?”

You nodded. “I was fifteen when I was sent here,” you explained sadly.

“I didn’t think that would be allowed,” Kit said, confused.

“Anything is allowed when your parents have enough money,” you shrugged. “They sent Briarcliff money every year until I was eighteen to keep me here, since they knew it wasn’t technically legal.”

Kit stayed silent, but reached out a hand and gently grasped yours in his own.

“Seven years and they’ve never once come to see me,” You sniffled, using your free hand to wipe your eyes.

“I’m really sorry,” Kit finally said.

You didn’t respond, instead letting your gaze fall back to the loose threads of the chair, away from Kit.

There was silence between the two of you for a few minutes.

“You know, I never even got the chance to tell my parents I got married,” Kit spoke up.

You turned to look at him, acknowledging the sad look in his eye. “You didn’t?”

He shook his head. “The first they would have heard about it would have been when I was arrested for her murder.”

“I’m sorry, Kit,” you murmured, echoing the same words he uttered to you just moments ago. “How come you never told them?”

Kit shrugged. “We wanted to, but just kept putting it off. I think we were scared. I mean, it wasn’t exactly a legal marriage,” he sighed. “I didn’t know how they would react. I’d like to think that they would have accepted us, but I guess I’ll never know. I’ve not heard from them. No letters, no visits, just like you. As much as it hurts that they’d believe it, I hope it’s the Bloody Face thing keeping them away, and not that their son married a black gal.”

You didn’t say anything, not knowing what exactly the right thing to say was.

“My point is,” Kit said gently. “Families, parents… they can be tough. And they can let you down. But there will always be someone watching your back,” He wiped away a lone tear on your cheek. “I’m here for you. Whatever you need, I’ll do my best to take care of you.” Not like how I couldn’t take care of Alma, he silently added in his head.

Your eyes met Kit’s and you could see everything in them; the hurt and sadness, but also the care and compassion. Kit was special. Kit was warm and kind and loving and unlike anyone you had ever met before. His entire being was made for love and protection, not the pain and torture people believed he had inflicted on others.

At the same time the both of you began to lean in towards each other. It was slow, there was no need for rushing as the two of you inched closer and closer. Your eyes drifted shut as your heart’s beat intensified with anticipation. You could feel Kit’s cool breath against your surely flushed cheeks, sending a shiver down your spine.

It was a gentle touch of lips, only lasting a few seconds at most. A warmth flooded your body and you couldn’t stop the smile that followed. Kit’s touch sent a sensation through you, making you feel special and blessed and loved. That was just the effect Kit had.

Your eyes fluttered open as the two of you pulled back and there was a spark to Kit’s own that wasn’t there before, as if he were feeling everything that you were in that moment.

“Was that your first kiss?” Kit asked quietly.

You nodded, your smile soft.

“Was it okay?” He asked nervously.

You nodded again and Kit let out a sigh of relief, sending you into gentle laughter.

•———•

Hope this was okay anon! It was nice to write something a bit happier for a change. Once again, any requests are welcome!

[yandereunsolved]

🔪 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 🔪

“Normal people scare me.” – Tate Langdon

“Oh honey, goddesses don’t speak in whispers—they scream.” – The Countess

“When bad things keep happening to good people, you start to question what is right and what is wrong.” – Jimmy Darling

— 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 —

Austin Sommers

Asylum

Cordelia Goode

Dandy Mott

Freakshow

Hotel (S5)

James Patrick March

Jimmy Darling

Kai Anderson

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Misty Day

Mr. Gallant

Murder House

Sally McKenna (Hypodermic Sally)

Sister Mary Eunice

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Winter Anderson

— 𝙰𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠/ 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎 —

Yandere Austin Sommers

{tbd}

Yandere James Patrick March

{tbd}

Yandere Jimmy Darling

{tbd}

Yandere Kai Anderson

{tbd}

Yandere Kit Walker

{tbd}

Yandere Kyle Spencer

{tbd}

Yandere Sally Mckenna

{tbd}

Yandere Tate Langdon

{tbd}

Yandere Violet Harmon

{tbd}

— 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 —

Yandere James Patrick March (old style of writing)

{tbd}

Yandere Tate Langdon (old style of writing)

{tbd}

Clip A Hummingbird's Wings - ,, James's s/o trying to escape

{tbd}

Dissect Me, Doctor - ,, yandere JPM with a psychologist reader

{tbd}

F.I.T — Fucking In The Afterlife - ,, yandere ghost Kai Anderson

{tbd}

Fool Me Once - ,, you being James successor

{tbd}

Macabre Monster - ,, yandere pre & post death Kyle Spencer

{tbd}

Roses are Red; Violets are Blue - ,, yandere pre death Tate

{tbd}

Sweet Tea & Stalking - ,, yandere Jimmy Darling with a famous reader

{tbd}

The Honey In My Honeycomb - ,, yandere Kit Walker pre and post Asylum

{tbd}

When You Fell From Heaven - ,, yandere JPM with an angel reader

{tbd}

Yandere Kai Anderson w/ a psychologist reader ⋆

{tbd}

You're My Cult Leader - ,, yandere Kai Anderson

{tbd}

— 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 —

God's Design 𖹭 (yandere female nun reader × Kit Walker)

{tbd}

In Death & Life 𖹭 (James Patrick March x fallen angel gender neutral reader)

{tbd}

One false promise leads to another 𖹭 (yandere Kai Anderson × feminine aligned reader)

{tbd}

⋆ unpolished: not a full set of headcanons (still spellchecked)

[marchswifey]

HC • How they call you 

Evan & his characters x reader

a/n: I know this is the most basic headcanon but is coming more. Also the requests are open so if you have any idea let me know 🙈

Tate Langdon

babydoll

cutie

gorgeous

Kit Walker

sugar

hun’

angel

angel eyes

Pre-death Kyle Spencer

love

baby

hottie

idk but he would call you ‘muffin’ because they’re sweet like you

Jimmy Darling

sweetheart

candy

doll

sweetie pie

James Patrick March

darling (of course)

my sweet

sweetness

dear, dearest

precious flower

Kai Anderson

Of course Kai is a mix between ‘kitten, little lamb, ladybug, dollface’ and ‘slut, bitch’

Austin Sommers

my one

pookie

honey bun

pumpkin

Evan Peters

babe

sweetie

babygirl

boo

[gingerteafairy]

𐙚⋆.˚ 𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐝

The house was a mess, papers, crayons and pencils scattered everywhere. You had just finished your tasks when your gaze landed on Austin and your little daughter, who was running back and forth, playing with boundless energy. The television hummed in the background, its presence almost forgotten, while Austin’s laptop sat open on the table, a half-finished draft lingering on the screen.

“This, Amélie…” Austin began standing and walking to the small girl, lifting her into his arms near the television. Jane Birkin’s interview played on the screen, her effortless elegance radiating through the room. “French movies are true cinema. Your name is from one of them, ma chérie. The Fabulous Destiny of Amélie Poulain. I saw it with your mom on our first date."

"Really?" She beamed, hugging him. "And who is she, daddy? On TV."

"Jane Birkin, my dear." He said proudly, ruffling her hair. "She's my muse.”

“I thought mommy was your muse,” Amélie chimed in, her curious voice carrying a certain wisdom beyond her years. Her words made you look up, a soft chuckle slipping from your lips.

“You're very right, mon coeur." Austin laughed, pressing a gentle kiss to his daughter’s forehead. “Your mother is our greatest muse. She inspires me to write everyday and now i'm writing a book about you too. About your favorite thing."

"Bees? I love bees." She grinned as Austin nodded, her giggles filling the air. "Will you show me?"

"I'll read for you before sleeping. Daddy's almost done with the story. Just wait a little."

His gaze flickered toward you then, something warm and unwavering in his expression. The chaos of the house, the scattered papers, the half-forgotten work—it all faded into the background for a moment. Because here, in this simple exchange, was everything that truly mattered.

[fear-is-truth]

can I please request some headcannons as to what you think the Evans would be like when they’re drunk? thank you!!! :)))

⋆𐙚 ₊ the evans… drunk .ᐟ

ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ frat!kyle spencer ‧ jimmy darling ‧ james patrick march ‧ cult leader! kai anderson ‧ austin sommers ‧ peter maximoff ‧ colin zabel ‧ warren lipka

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

tate would become a fucking menace. he’d pull pranks on the other ghosts, or just plain insult them. he finds endless amusement in being a little shit, glancing over at you to see if you’re laughing too.

he’d be glued to you, practically following you room-to-room like a newly adopted puppy, even if you’re just going to the bathroom. “where’re you going?” he’d stand right outside the door, waiting for you to come back, greeting you with a lazy, lovesick grin like he hasn’t seen you in hours.

drunk tate would mutter a lot—sometimes to himself, sometimes to you. it’d be of random thoughts, little complaints, or dreamy, barely coherent things like, “can’t believe you’re real…” his words would come out slurred and soft, but he’d have this intense focus on you, clearly wrapped up in his own head.

venting. a lot of venting.

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

would do his best to keep himself together, reminding you both to “take it easy,” but he’d totally stumble over his own plans. kit would try holding his drink steady, only to spill half of it, laughing it off with an, “ah, whoops!” as if it was the funniest thing ever.

his sense of humor would skyrocket, and he’d be doubled over laughing at the simplest things. someone makes a lame pun? he’s cracking up. you give him a look? pure comedy gold.

his slurred boston accent would get thicker, making everything he says sound even more sexier.

would also get extra honest and sappy, letting his emotions spill out in the most genuine way. he’d look at you with teary eyes and tell you how much he appreciates you, going on about how grateful he is to have found you.

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

kyle wouldn’t get blackout drunk, he’d getting just tipsy enough to be completely adorable. his cheeks would be flushed a rosy pink, and he’d have that big, goofy grin on his face.

would start singing along to whatever song is playing.

even with a few drinks in him, kyle’s the one guy who would still keep an eye out for anyone who needs help. if he saw a random girl looking unsteady, he’d guide her to a safe spot, and if she had to throw up in the bathroom, he’d stay with them, holding her hair. then he’d call her friends to get her.

if any one of his frat brothers try and mess with you he’d literally fistfight them.

⟢ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.

drunk jimmy would be all over you, getting incredibly touchy, pulling you into his lap whenever he gets his hands on you. he’d slur sweet, filthy things out loud — it’s embarrassing as hell but kinda hot.

would keep drinking even after you told him to stop. “nah, babe,’m fine—jus’ one more i swear.” of course, this would end with him either passing out or vomiting.

if anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way, drunk jimmy would be ready to kick some serious ass. “what’re you starin’ at, huh? you think you can just look at her like that?!” you’d have to hold him back before he got into full florida man mode.

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

i think james would have crazy good alcohol tolerance.

he would be uncharacteristically handsy. insisting you to sit on his lap, arm winding possessively around your waist. he’d hold you close, running his fingers up and down your arm or resting his hand at the small of your back.

“you’re such a vision, my dear,” in that slurred, (fake) brahms accent.

james, in his drunken fascination, would suddenly become enchanted by the smallest, strangest details in the room. he’d point out the ornate carvings on the furniture or the imperfections in a painting, waxing poetic about how they contribute to the room’s “soul.” “just look at that crack in the wood,” he’d remark, “is it not beautifully flawed, just like us?” (he’s a dangerous tainted & flawed man ykwim)

handing you his cigar, he’d watch you intently, clearly enamored with the idea of you lighting it for him. he’d guide your hand, fingers lingering over yours, taking pleasure in the ritual. “steady now, darling,” he’d drawl, a pleased smirk on his face as he watches the flame catch.

would become even more extravagant with his compliments. he’d shower you with praise, admiring everything from the way you smile to the way you hold yourself. “my dearest, you bring such grace to this place,” he’d say, gazing at you with genuine adoration. “i am, as ever, your humble servant.”

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

kai would do his absolute best to act stone-cold sober, even after chugging straight vodka or something hardcore. he’d stand up straighter, make eye contact, and talk in his usual serious tone, almost daring you to suggest he might be tipsy. if he starts slurring? he’d blame it on something like tiredness to keep his ego intact.

thousand yard stare.

would get worked up over small things, flipping into-rants about whatever’s on his mind, each one more dramatic than the previous. topics vary on politics, the state of society, or how he’s totally not drunk.

when tipsy, kai would be a touch more lenient. allowing you to sit on his lap, play with his hair, maybe even cracking a slight smile at your jokes.

⟢ 𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒.

austin would absolutely start singing instead of speaking after getting a bit smashed. belting out tunes or turning every sentence into a musical number, “who’s ready for a refiiiillll~?”

every drink would require a toast, and they’d progressively get more absurd and inappropriate. “to art, sex, and whatever the fuck this cocktail is supposed to be!”

would be shamelessly flirty with everyone, but his attention would always come back to you.

⟢ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅.

his hyper ass would be bouncing off the fucking wall.

would steal people’s drinks mid-sip or rearranging furniture in the room for no reason.

“bet i can chug this entire keg and still run a lap around the earth. wanna see?”

⟢ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋.

colin’s drunk vocabulary would be filled with “erm” and “errr,” with every other sentence stumbling out in a mess of slurred words. “errr… what i—what i meant was… wait, i had it. it was, uh… gone now, but it was good, i promise.

if anyone tried to bother you or made a lewd comment, colin would get hella territorial in his tipsy state. “hey, buddy, why don’cha back off the milady, alright? she’s—she’s with me.”

would insist on carrying your coat, guarding your drink, or even offering to dance with you.

all in all, a total sweetheart.

⟢ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐊𝐀.

warren would be that guy at the party, jumping off rooftops into pools or climbing on furniture while shouting, “heyyy watch this!” he’d have no fear and thrive on being the centre of attention.

if body shots were happening, you could bet warren would be in the thick of it, grinning ear to ear.

would totally dominate beer pong.

his version of dancing would involve spinning you around wildly or grinding against you to whatever beat was playing.

sex in the bathroom or smoking dope. or both.

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[doll3tt33]

Austin Sommers as your dad’s (very over the top) best friend ★

I didn’t include any of the lore from the show into the bot’s settings, so there’s none of that pill and bloodsucking stuff.

I’m pretty much just making public versions of some private bots I made before, but I will consider making a more lore-accurate bot of him soon (maybe).

I don’t have much content with him yet, but here’s his reaction when we watched Love Island together 💀

[taintandviolent]

Wip game: 4 - wrong way

thanks, anon!! this was for a halloween fic that I never finished!!! maybe one day, after I rewatch red tide and it's not a million degrees outside.

[marchsfreakshow]

legend has it if you think about austin too hard i show up (it’s me i was thinking about austin too hard and summoned myself /silly) anyway he’s literally such a whore and more specifically i’m thinking about his rings (and necklaces but that’s a different story) like oml he’s just so ughhhhhhhh i don’t even have words

I LOVE THAT YOU SUMMONED YOURSELF ANON!

honestly could you imagine like... going through his box of rings? Finding the different gems and just looking at them in the light of his vanity. Because OF COURSE he has a vanity. Duh.

"So, what's your favourite one?" He asked, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder.

"huh? Oh, I like this one.." you held up a treated black gem, surrounded by little amethysts. Smiling as you took Austin's hand and slid it onto his pinky finger since it seemed small enough. The way the black was so dark and sweet against his pale, close to the bone finger. The skin, basically white and the treated nails from whatever he went to get done when it was awards season.

He sort of just smiled and breathed in your scent. Your blood was his favourite, and he thinks he could've cum 10 times over if you were bleeding over his rings. But,,,then that would be annoying to clean and he LOVED to keep his rings clean.