#austin sommers x you

[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.

[chiptaylorsfirst]

Hi, I read the fic where you wrote about Austin Sommers with the prostitute and I really enjoyed reading it. I was wondering if you could write a fic with the same storyline and it's about how Austin first met the prostitute reader. After they first met or whatever Austin decides to go to his place with the reader or whatever

A/N: Sure, I could do that. I'm sorry if this is too short or too shallow. I promise you that I did my best. Also, this is written in Austin's perspective. Do what you will with that information. The story mentioned is this: https://at.tumblr.com/chiptaylorsfirst/kinkmas-day-2/dq7uedefark9

Word Count: 1,030

Pairing: Austin Sommers x prostitute!Reader

Warning: Implied smut, prostitution, angst, slight fluff,

Summary: Austin really likes you the moment that he meets you and when you accidentally confess your love to him, his brain is filled with questions and he yearns to tell you how he feels the same.

I had never been into strippers or prostitutes before and it somehow reminded me of when I did drag shows. The people were so rude to one another instead of building each other up and it was all similar for one reason and one reason alone; people need money and they were going to get it however they could. I thought that the only motivation I’d ever get to use my talents and skills would come from being at Cape Cod and taking those sweet little black pills every once in a while. Then, I met Y/N and meeting her made me realize that there was more beyond what I imagined in this life on Earth, that I possibly have a purpose and I’m not just here. She changed everything. 

It had been a long day and I’d just finished singing with Belle Noir at The Muse. I went out searching for someone to feed on but I ended up finding a pretty stranded girl instead. She was outside, shivering cold and half-dressed. You could tell she’d been crying and her nose was runny. I felt compassion for her which is something I hadn’t had for anyone in a very long time. She was like me when I first got here and I needed her to feel safe. “Hey, my name’s Austin Sommers. I was wondering if you knew where the gamer guy lived at around here.” She cried, shaking her head ‘no’. “I c-can’t help you. I’m sorry. I’m usually not like this. I can’t seem to help anyone.”

You could tell by looking at her that she was thoroughly broken and ruined. I wanted to help her and take her away from all the suffering. I wanted to kill whoever made this girl so upset and for some reason, I wanted her. There shouldn’t have been any reason that a beautiful girl should be stranded and left alone like this, crying and apologizing. Even if there was a reason, it was a stupid and pathetic one. I decided that I’d have to feed later and took her with me to my house.

“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking.” She sniffled before speaking. “My fucking landlord evicted me, kicked me out, and called me a ‘whore’. He said he didn’t like what I do for work and that I’m a little bitch who ruins people’s lives. I knew I couldn’t go to my parent’s house. They don’t approve of what I do either. They slammed the door on me when they found out and called me a disgrace. So I couldn’t find anywhere to stay at and burned all my belongings after what happened.” 

“Damn, that’s fucked up. Want me to let you stay at my house for a while? I’ll give you as much time as you need. I think you’ll like it.” Her eyes lit up at my words and she smiled. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be a burden on you or anything.” I smiled as I looked at her. “I promise I can take it. I think I’ll enjoy your company. Besides, I’ve gone through worse. What’s your name.” “My name’s Y/N.” The name sounded like pure gold on her lips. “Y/N is a beautiful name. What is it that you do that has people so upset?” She was quiet for a second. “I’m a prostitute. I, of course, didn’t think I’d ever be into that sort of form of work but money got thin and it just kind of happened. I knew none of the clients I had would let me stay in their home so that was another dead end. Most of them have wives and children, better things to tend to than me. It’s multiple businessmen and a few douches. But, they pay me my money so I can’t complain.”

I didn’t say anything as I parked in my driveway. I couldn’t believe that someone who was as pure-hearted as her was in such a terrible situation. I wanted to protect her and I did. For continuous days and months, I kept her in my house, warm, happy, and content. I knew I loved her then but I couldn’t tell her and whenever she finally got a house and left, I felt lonely and a pit of guilt swallowed me whole. I knew she was probably out getting money the way that she did and I didn’t like the thought of it. I no longer wanted her but I needed her.

Whenever we were together, it was love and I knew that. No matter how much she acted like it wasn’t, no matter how often we hooked up and she left, Y/N loved me. She was happy around me and it was never a forced act. I was the only one who made her happy, made her enjoy life, and see the color in it. So, one morning after a long night of multiple rounds, she wrapped her arms around me and said my name. I turned to face her, her eyes closed and a content smile on her face. “I love you, Austin,” she said, unconscious. I just looked at her for a moment, contemplating what to do. 

I knew what I heard was right and that I wasn’t hearing things. I just needed to tell her I loved her too. She didn’t know that she confessed her feelings for me and I didn’t tell her. I just waited until she was awake and paid her her money, thinking of what to say, wishing I could say something to her.

“Bye, Austin. I’ll see you later.” My heart pinged and yearned for her as I watched her leave and I knew I had to tell her one day. She needed to know that I loved her, that I wanted her, that she changed my life. She needed to know that there was at least one person in this whole world that cared for her. I just had to wait and one day she would be mine. I just had to figure out what to say and how I was going to say it.

[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.

[trueangel420]

Tate Langdon ‘one two ur the girl that i want’ imagine // insecure! fem reader & kinda sorta perv creep tate. ౨ৎ

Hanging out with tate was always the same, he’d play his guitar for you sometimes—make you listen to his music it was all so peaceful his mom wouldn’t be home half the time neither would his step father so he’d just bring you over, do whatever he can to keep you there for as long as he could. you were his neighbor of course, that’s how you two met he ran into you after noticing how you’d sit at the same spot in your yard, and cry. at first he didn’t feel anything but the more he watched you from his window the sadder he got—i mean why would a girl like you cry? he didn’t understand so pretty, so smart, perfect family perfect friends.

Ever since then he’d be by your side, he’d make sure to stay there consistently—he’d bring you to his room play his little nirvana songs and watch you sway along to them. he was enamored, and obviously obsessed, why couldn’t he keep you or atleast keep memories of you. that’s when a idea popped into his sick head—he bolted to the nearest camera store and got himself a little camcorder, stationed himself at the same window he did to watch you as always, it was his routine now. and he’d record, he’d watch you analyze yourself in the mirror, shed a tear or two maybe even sometimes tug off the tight clothes you never wore outside and opt for something baggy, something that wouldn’t show your figure and he adored your figure. he would watch you drift between outfits for coming over, and sometimes he even prayed, yes prayed that you’d for once get out of your own head and wear something like that for him—something so revealing. He finished recording and closed his blinds, setting up the room for you with music playing idly in the background. He fixed his messy blonde locks and grabbed his rings, sliding them onto his fingers. He knew you liked them, and he liked that you liked them. With everything set, he heard your soft knock on the door and let you in, you entered his room, immediately feeling the familiar comfort of the dim lighting and the soft strumming of his guitar in the background. He watched as you looked around, taking in the effort he put into making the space inviting for you.

“Hey,” he greeted putting his guitar down, his voice gentle as he took in your outfit, baggy pants again, extra large shirt again, he didn’t want to say anything about it yet—it wasn’t the right time. “i got your favorite snacks and stuff… i wanna show you something” he said making you feel curious, you shifted uncomfortably in your spot it felt like he was analyzing you sometimes and you were scared of it, someone as good looking as him would probably notice all your flaws everytime he looked at you, you debated on sitting next to him on his bed like usual, but you were just too— “Hey are you listening? come here” he murmured. You watched him pat the spot next to him, his dark eyes intensely trying to make out the outline of your body again. “C'mon, pretty girl,” he coaxed softly. You shuddered at his tone. Pretty girl? Was he speaking to you?

“Wha-... huh?” you gasped.

“Pretty girl,” he repeated with a small smile. “I wanna show you something.” He moved towards the end of the bed, grabbing the remote and patting the spot next to him again. “C'mon, it can't wait.” You hesitated but eventually made your way to the bed, the curiosity in his voice compelling you to comply.

He fiddled with the buttons on the remote before showing a blurry video. It was your house, it looked like. You felt the bed shift as he moved closer to you, glancing at you. “This is the most beautiful thing I've ever filmed,” he murmured, his breath brushing your face as he watched the screen. The camera zoomed in on your window, staying steady as you held your breath. “I didn’t know you were into... flim,” you said quietly, watching the footage. The camera waited for a moment. Your lights clicked on, and there you were, standing in the mirror, critically staring at yourself as always, holding up two different outfits—one comfortable and revealing, the other big and baggy. A lump formed in your throat as you watched further, blinking slowly, trying to understand if this was real. Tate was recording you? Watching you?

“Look at that shirt… oh, and that dress,” he said, speeding up the video to highlight the clothes that fit you better. You didn’t know how to feel—nervous? Scared? Appreciated? “Sucha pretty girl,” he mumbled again as you kept your eyes trained on the TV, unable to look away. Your mind raced, emotions swirling as you tried to process the reality of what you were seeing. You felt exposed, vulnerable under his intense gaze. Despite the confusion and fear, a small part of you couldn’t help but be drawn to the way he saw you, even if it was through the lens of a camera.

His voice broke through your swirling thoughts. “I just wanted to capture how beautiful you are,” he whispered, leaning closer. “You never see it yourself.” You couldn't tear your eyes away from the screen, watching as the video showed you trying on different outfits, each frame feeling more intimate and invasive than the last.

“T-Tate, this is wrong…” you stammered, finally looking at him. A smile tugged at his lips at your comment; he didn’t care. He just wanted you to know how he felt. “This is... this is invading my privacy, Tate,” you added, trying to sound disgusted, trying to seem uncomfortable by his admiration. He shrugged, his smile not fading. “I just wanted you to see yourself the way I see you. You’re always hiding, always doubting yourself. I thought maybe if you saw what I see, you’d understand.”

“Who do you think you are? You don’t know how I see myself. You don’t know me,” you snapped, trying to keep up the facade of discomfort. But Jesus, the way he looked at you…with those deep brown eyes, god—it was like you were the sun and he was the earth, and that’s all that mattered now. It almost distracted you from the fact that you were on his TV, undressing.

“I know everything about you, pretty girl,” he said, his voice unwavering.

“No you don’t”

He hummed lowly at your denial, leaning against your neck, his face pressed gently into your skin. “I like you,” he whispered, his breath hitting your neck and sending goosebumps rising on your skin. He liked you? Tate Langdon? Like you?

“No, you don’t… you’re just saying that. You’re trying to make me feel better. I bet you don’t even think about me,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. He paused for a moment, his gaze drifting to your lips as he took a second to gather his thoughts.

“Pretty much all I think about is you... It’s practically all I think about,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. “Me? You think about me?” you scoffed, trying to mask the flutter of hope in your chest.

He hummed in agreement, slowly pulling your body as close to his as possible, eliminating any space between you. “Yeah… only you,” he murmured, his hand resting on your back and grabbing the edge of your baggy shirt. His lips ghosted against your skin as he spoke, a grin playing on his face, making you feel both vulnerable and exhilarated.

“...I didn’t want to scare you off just yet. I’ve been waiting patiently, pretty girl,” he muttered, his fingers moving along your hip in a mindless motion. “Hell, I know your entire schedule. Every little thing you do on a day-to-day basis,” he continued, his lips now gently touching your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “Be my girlfriend,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with longing.

Was he serious? You, out of all the girls? He chose you? Your eyes widened in disbelief, and you felt like a deer in headlights. You wanted to say yes, and with the way he was looking at you, you felt you had to say yes. “Are you serious?” you whispered, the insecurities lacing your tone. You searched his face for any hint of doubt, but all you found was sincerity. “So serious… Say yes, say you’ll be my girlfriend, and say you won’t go home,” his voice was breathy as he spoke.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. The intensity of his gaze, the warmth of his breath on your skin, it all made it impossible to think straight. You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”

He grabbed your chin, his hold firm, his eyes boring into yours. “Say you won’t go home,” he demanded, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. You felt a mix of fear and thrill coursing through you, and with a shaky breath, you replied, “I won’t go home.”

“Say it like you mean it. Say you want to stay here with me, say you want to be mine,” he insisted, his grip tightening slightly.You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. “I want to stay here with you,” you said, your voice stronger this time. “I want to be yours.”

“Good... my pretty girl. Remember this, remember you’re my pretty girl,” he whispered, his grip softening as he caressed your chin. His eyes softened as he looked at you, a look filled with possessiveness and affection.

[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

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[evanspresso]

Could u maybe write something where evan has trouble sleeping, like he moves, cries a lot in his sleep and sometimes has really bad nightmares especially after shooting Dahmer and that makes his sleep really bad, and reader comforts him and cuddles whispering to him that’s she’s there whenever these episodes happen?? thank you 🥺

through thick and thin

Y/n knows it’s hard when you’ve been with someone for about a few months- give or take it’s been around five. She lost count because everything went to darkness.

It’s even harder when you start falling in love with someone who is having a hard time and there is nothing you can do but watch as they suffer there, right in front of you.

Y/n didn’t like to complain because what good would that do? She tried her best to be there for him and she tried her best to sooth his nerves and hold him when he cried.

She tried her best. It’s all she could do.

She snuggled under the covers, holding her boyfriend in her arms as she tried to match her breathing pattern with his. She kissed his back gently, fluttering her eyelids closed feeling the exhaustion wash over her body.

God only knew how tired she had been with the busy week she had been having. Job hunting was not her friend.

Y/n’s breath falls into a rhythm as her body started to finally rest into sleep mode. She felt herself drift into the blissfulness of pillows. Clouds and roses of dreams before suddenly jolting awake as she heard him cry out in utter agony.

"No, no, no, no!" he wined in his sleep. His voice raspy from exhaustion.

y/n immediately sat up and peaked over at her sleeping boyfriend who seemed to be having another one of his nightmares. Nights like these were when she cursed the day Evan was offered that role.

"Evan." she shook, "It's just a dream, it's not real please wake up." she cried out.

She friended watching him thrash against the sheets, beads of sweat dripping from his temple causing her to shake him with more force as she. Evan ti panic slightly.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Open your eyes my love." she pleaded, caressing his damp cheek.

She watched as his dark eyes blinked open, tears pooling at the rim's causing her chest to tighten before he pulled her down onto whims he could cling to her.

"It happened again" he whispered.

"I know, baby. It's just a dream though okay? It's not real life." Y/n whispered against his neck, peppering her plump lips against his warm neck.

Evan held her tighter, his heart beating so quick he was scared it would jump right out at his girlfriend. He let himself breath deeply against her as she held him in his arms, the couples breaths filling the air as she helped him calm down his breathing.

In and out. In and out.

"I'm sorry." Evan spilled out a while after the silence and breaths.

Y/n sighed, lifting her head to look at her boyfriend as he sighed out in defeat, his head falling back onto the pillow and making his messy hair fan around his head like a halo.

She gripped his face in her warm hands making him look directly in her eyes as she caressed his cheeks with her thumbs, a shudder rumbling between the two as he rested his hands against her hips, squeeing them in acknowledgment.

"Don't say sorry. You know I don't want to hear you say that. I am your partner and I love you and I am always here for you." she pressed.

"Even during the bad?" he asked bashfully. He knew the answer but he wanted to double check

"Especially during the bad." she said sternly. "You got that?" she nudged her chin.

"Yes." he hummed.

-

Her legs dangled off the countertop as he stood in between her parted legs, and boy, did he fit perfectly there. They smiled at one another as he took a sip of the hot chocolate she had made him.

Extra mini marshmallows because they didn't have the big ones. Y/n even dusted coco powder on top for the full affect making Evan smile happily.

"Best hot chocolate. Ever." he mused as he took a big gulp.

Y/n took a sip from her mug and beamed up at him through her lashes- placing the mug down onto the counter. "Feeling better?" she wanted to know.

Evan sighed, nodding his head slowly before placing his mug down so he could snake his arms around her waist and pull her into him. "Yes." he hummed. "Thank you.

"Always." she said lowly, placing her lips against his Adams apple. he groaned against her lips causing her to smile against his heated skin.

"What would I do without you?" he said aloud as he looked down at her before placing his lips against her softly.

"Not have the worlds best hot chocolate" she pointed.

[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!

[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

[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.

[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

Yandere James Patrick March

Yandere Jimmy Darling

Yandere Kai Anderson

Yandere Kit Walker

Yandere Kyle Spencer

Yandere Sally Mckenna

Yandere Tate Langdon

Yandere Violet Harmon

— 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 —

Yandere James Patrick March (old style of writing)

Yandere Tate Langdon (old style of writing)

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

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

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

Fool Me Once - ,, you being James successor

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

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

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

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

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

Yandere Kai Anderson w/ a psychologist reader ⋆

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

— 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 —

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

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

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

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

[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.

[kai-anderson-whore]

Appreciation (Kai Anderson x fem reader smut)

Summary: your Kai’s most loyal follower and he shows you that it didn’t go unnoticed

Warnings: smut, rough sex, choking, spanking nothing too crazy.

Word count: 1k

A/n: here’s another short one. I don’t really like this as much I had a whole thing for this but work got in the way.

•¤❅¤•.•°˚˚°•..•°˚˚°•.•¤❅¤•.•¤❅¤•.•°˚˚°•.

The light in the basement barely light the room, eerie the room felt and the atmosphere within the room. You stood in front of your divine ruler Kai Anderson as he examined you like a wild animal watching their prey. You felt nervous Kai asked to speak to you privately only thing was you wouldn't know if it was good or bad.

You knew you followed his every instructions without hesitation, you were devoted to him he was god like to you and many of his loyal followers. But you would bend over backwards for kai and he knew this and used it to his advantage. "Y/n I've seen how loyal you have been to me so don't think it's going unnoticed, you truly go above and beyond for the movement" kai said with a expressionless composure.

You bit your lip in nervousness you wouldn't know what was going to happen next, he took steps closer to you taking your chin between his fingertips. Nodding your head you listened carefully to kai like always. "So in appreciation to your unconditional loyalty and gratitude, I want to reward you" Kai gestured you to take his hand guiding you to the couch in the middle of the basement.

The mood in the room shifted Kai's grip on your hand was soft unlike any other time when it would hurt. His eyes showed a little emotion unlike the deadness they always held. You both sat on the couch before you could say anything Kai crashed his rough lips on your soft ones. You felt the air getting knocked out your lungs the kiss fulfilled with hunger and lust.

You felt like putty in his cruel hands, his grip on your neck holding you in place, his lips showed dominance as they attacked your own. A moan left your lips, your body laid on on the sofa Kai straddling you, his hands roaming under your t-shirt exploring every curve of your body. You shivered in anticipation under his touch. Feeling a rush of wetness soak your panties, Never did your thought you would ever have Kai like this, you only dreamed of this moment for so long.

Kai pulled your t-shirt off your body throwing it near the tv in front of you both. You sat up only to be pushed back down by his grip on your neck. A moan left your lips as his grip tightened. "Such a dirty little slut" he smirked darkly you felt a rush of weakness soak through your panties hearing him degrading you. Kai then proceeded to remove your underwear not bothering to remove the skirt that was hiked up over your ass now.

Kai was quick to remove all his clothes, you felt embarrassed you never been like this with Kai before, it felt like the first time all over again. "Come on don't be shy, you were quite loud with my hand around your neck" he remarked cockily. You slowly spread your legs allowing Kai to slot himself between them.

Kai wasted no time entering your wet heat without warning. You let out a cry "FUCK", your hands gripped the armrest of the couch. His thrusts were fast already not giving you time to adjust. Even though you never slept with Kai before you knew he wasn't the kind to be soft and gentle not that you minded him being rough.

"Fuck your pussy feels so good" Kai hissed through gritted teeth.

Your body jolted violently, Kai's hips slamming against yours. Your loud moans filled the basement, Kai's hard grip on your hip you were sure he would leave bruises there as well as his grip on your throat. You mind clouded you never been fucked like this before by anyone you couldn't get enough of it.

Kai suddenly pulled out of you, a disappointed groan left your lips looking up at him. "What's wrong?" You asked breathlessly moving your hair away from your face. "Turn around" kai instructed you did as you were told your arms and chin resting on the armrest of Kai's sofa, wiggling your ass in-front of your divine ruler.

Kai re-positioned himself with your entrance, giving your ass a smack before ramming himself into you. "Fuck Kai" you cried out. His hand kept colliding with your ass leaving red hand prints on the flesh. The feeling felt so good, "fuck your so tight" Kai grunted his thrusts showing you no mercy.

You soon felt dangerously close to the edge, "I'm so close" you warned Kai pulled you by the throat so your back was flush against him. Your hand holding onto the headrest of the sofa to steady yourself as Kai thrusted up into you. "Don't cum yet" he instructed you moaned out in disappointment but tried your best to follow his instructions.

Kai's grip on your throat tightened his free hand trailed down your body to your clit, circling the bundle of nerves "Kai please let me cum please" you choked out your legs trembling, you felt Kai begin to twitch inside of you "cum for me" he whispered into your ear. You didn't need to be told twice letting go over Kai's cock with a loud moan.

Your legs trembling more as your orgasm ripped through you like nothing before, Kai continues to thrust into you keeping his harsh pace. Tears picked your eyes with overstimulation till Kai's hips stilled, spilling his seed into you with a low moan. Your legs still trembled feeling full.

Kai pulled out once he was done you tried to push yourself off the sofa but your legs didn’t allow you. Kai dressed himself whilst you tried to collect yourself pulling your skirt down. “Get cleaned up we have a meeting in twenty minutes” was the last thing Kai had said to you.

You got cleaned up and redressed just in time for the rest of the cult coming in the basement. Kai gave his lecture never taking his eyes off you, blushing at the eye contact you wondered when the next time you would be alone with Kai. Clinging on to his every last word you really were his most loyal follower.