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Consider: giving Austin a blow job but like you've got those shitty plastic vampire teeth on.
âËâš đ note: anon you are a genius mature content 18+
youâre on your knees, arms folded over austinâs lap while heâs sprawled across the couch, lazily swirling a glass of chardonnay in hand. looking up, you catch his smirk; youâre wearing those cheap plastic vampire teeth on, grinning up in an attempt to look intimidating, though theyâre slipping around a bit in your mouth. the smirk on austinâs face slowly spreads into a leer, displaying his sharpened teeth.
âaw, look at you, bunnyâ 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. âpoor baby, too scared to even go to the dentist to get your real sharp fangs,â 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. youâre 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.
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KINKTOBER DAY SIX
blood play - austin sommers
austin sommers x f!reader
SUMMARY: initial carving with your vampiristic boyfriend? wonder how thatâll 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 hereâs an attempt from someone who fell asleep during red tide and needs to rewatch it
MDNI. 18+ BELOW
âjust hold still, iâll be done in a secâ 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 wasnât something youâd expect to see from austin in these scenarios
without any warning he made 3 quick slashes into your skin, creating an âAâ 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 couldnât 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 âSâ 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 couldnât 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.
âso good, youâre fucking hot when you cum on my tongueâ he hums in delight, milking your orgasm for all he could get, however the grin on his face showed that he didnât 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 levelđ
#american horror story#ahs#ahs red tide#ahs season 10#austin sommers#austin sommers smut#austin sommers x reader#austin sommers x y/n#austin sommers x you#evan peters#evan peters smut#evan peters x reader#evan peters x y/n#evan peters x female reader#lilyâs kinktober
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I wonât 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 đđđ AND THE SECOND ONE BYEEE. HES SO CUNTY I LUV
The greeting message:
Also this is inspired by the song âPaparazziâ by Lady Gaga if it wasnât obvious enough đ. 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 heâs obsessed with you and says itâs just for business purposes only đ
đđ divider credits: @/plutism @/chachachannah
#american horror story#ahs#ahs fandom#ahs double feature#austin sommers#austin sommers x reader#austin sommers x you#evan peters#evan peters x reader#kai anderson#kai anderson x reader#kai anderson smut#kai anderson x y/n#kai anderson x you#tate langdon#tate langdon x reader#tate langdon smut#tate langdon x y/n#tate langdon x you#kit walker#kit walker x reader#kit walker smut#kit walker x you#kit walker x y/n#kyle spencer#kyle spencer x reader#kyle spencer smut#kyle spencer x y/n#kyle spencer x you
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"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?
âI just donât think theyâre 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, dontchaâ?â
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 hadnât been sleeping â and judging by the messy bun that youâd thrown your hair into, youâd dipped into the âdonât careâ department of self-care. He could smell your warmth, your deepest essence â 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, sheâs prepping for it. Here it goes⌠action!
âAnd if I want to spend eternity with you, then what?âÂ
Expressions flashed across his face, already telling of the answer heâd conjured up.Â
âIâd tell you that you are ââ He paused to gesture, wiping away faux tears. âSOL, kiddo.â
âItâs not your choice.â You mumbled, sadly.Â
âUltimately,â he paused, sitting up to take a sip of his martini. âUltimately, it is. Because itâs my choice to dish out these little⌠liquidâŚ. nuggets of divine inspiration.â
âBut itâs my choice to want them⌠you canât rob me of that.âÂ
âLook, honey-bunny, I give these to strugglings songbirds who canât find their pipes. To writers who canât choke out a single word â womp-womp-womp. Not to wannabe actresses who are obsessed with immortality. The unoriginality!â
âOuch,â you hissed. âThatâs all you think this is?âÂ
âTell me Iâm wrong.â Austin leaned close to you, pressing the tip of his nose against yours.Â
âYouâre wrong, Austin Sommers. Very wrong.â
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 â a side effect of those god damn pills, you presumed. Â
âItâs not⌠itâs not your choice, Austin. Itâs mine. It wasnât my choice to fall in love with you, but itâs my choice to pursue it.âÂ
You reached for the small baggie that sat on the table. This time, he didnât stop you.
#i have no idea if this is any good flajhkdsjfhskdfhesd#Austin Sommers#ahs red tide#Austin Sommers x reader#Austin Sommers x you#mydrabbles#questions answered#feefymo#mutuals
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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:Â 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 Iâd 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 Iâm not just here. She changed everything.Â
It had been a long day and Iâd 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 sheâd been crying and her nose was runny. I felt compassion for her which is something I hadnât had for anyone in a very long time. She was like me when I first got here and I needed her to feel safe. âHey, my nameâs Austin Sommers. I was wondering if you knew where the gamer guy lived at around here.â She cried, shaking her head ânoâ. âI c-canât help you. Iâm sorry. Iâm usually not like this. I canât seem to help anyone.â
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 shouldnât 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 Iâd have to feed later and took her with me to my house.
âWhat happened, if you donât mind me asking.â She sniffled before speaking. âMy fucking landlord evicted me, kicked me out, and called me a âwhoreâ. He said he didnât like what I do for work and that Iâm a little bitch who ruins peopleâs lives. I knew I couldnât go to my parentâs house. They donât approve of what I do either. They slammed the door on me when they found out and called me a disgrace. So I couldnât find anywhere to stay at and burned all my belongings after what happened.âÂ
âDamn, thatâs fucked up. Want me to let you stay at my house for a while? Iâll give you as much time as you need. I think youâll like it.â Her eyes lit up at my words and she smiled. âAre you sure? I donât want to be a burden on you or anything.â I smiled as I looked at her. âI promise I can take it. I think Iâll enjoy your company. Besides, Iâve gone through worse. Whatâs your name.â âMy nameâs Y/N.â The name sounded like pure gold on her lips. âY/N is a beautiful name. What is it that you do that has people so upset?â She was quiet for a second. âIâm a prostitute. I, of course, didnât think Iâd 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. Itâs multiple businessmen and a few douches. But, they pay me my money so I canât complain.â
I didnât say anything as I parked in my driveway. I couldnât 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 couldnât 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 didnât 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 wasnât, 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. âI love you, Austin,â she said, unconscious. I just looked at her for a moment, contemplating what to do.Â
I knew what I heard was right and that I wasnât hearing things. I just needed to tell her I loved her too. She didnât know that she confessed her feelings for me and I didnât 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.
âBye, Austin. Iâll see you later.â 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.
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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 đ, 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 đ
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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 youâre 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 didnât 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 Jamesâs length trigging his own release deep inside you. His thrusts became sloppy till they came to a halt. Trying to catch your breath âthat was something elseâ you chuckled. James and tate shared a wicked smile between them, âoh weâre donât done, weâre only getting startedâ Tateâs voice make a shiver run down your spine waiting on whatâs to come.
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Tate Langdon âone two ur the girl that i wantâ imagine // insecure! fem reader & kinda sorta perv creep tate. ๨ŕ§
Hanging out with tate was always the same, heâd play his guitar for you sometimesâmake you listen to his music it was all so peaceful his mom wouldnât be home half the time neither would his step father so heâd just bring you over, do whatever he can to keep you there for as long as he could. you were his neighbor of course, thatâs how you two met he ran into you after noticing how youâd sit at the same spot in your yard, and cry. at first he didnât feel anything but the more he watched you from his window the sadder he gotâi mean why would a girl like you cry? he didnât understand so pretty, so smart, perfect family perfect friends.
Ever since then heâd be by your side, heâd make sure to stay there consistentlyâheâd bring you to his room play his little nirvana songs and watch you sway along to them. he was enamored, and obviously obsessed, why couldnât he keep you or atleast keep memories of you. thatâs when a idea popped into his sick headâhe 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 heâd record, heâd 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 wouldnât 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 youâd for once get out of your own head and wear something like that for himâsomething 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.
âHey,â he greeted putting his guitar down, his voice gentle as he took in your outfit, baggy pants again, extra large shirt again, he didnât want to say anything about it yetâit wasnât the right time. âi got your favorite snacks and stuff⌠i wanna show you somethingâ 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 tooâ âHey are you listening? come hereâ 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. âC'mon, pretty girl,â he coaxed softly. You shuddered at his tone. Pretty girl? Was he speaking to you?
âWha-... huh?â you gasped.
âPretty girl,â he repeated with a small smile. âI wanna show you something.â He moved towards the end of the bed, grabbing the remote and patting the spot next to him again. âC'mon, it can't wait.â 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. âThis is the most beautiful thing I've ever filmed,â 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. âI didnât know you were into... flim,â 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 outfitsâone 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?
âLook at that shirt⌠oh, and that dress,â he said, speeding up the video to highlight the clothes that fit you better. You didnât know how to feelânervous? Scared? Appreciated? âSucha pretty girl,â 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 couldnât 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. âI just wanted to capture how beautiful you are,â he whispered, leaning closer. âYou never see it yourself.â 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.
âT-Tate, this is wrongâŚâ you stammered, finally looking at him. A smile tugged at his lips at your comment; he didnât care. He just wanted you to know how he felt. âThis is... this is invading my privacy, Tate,â you added, trying to sound disgusted, trying to seem uncomfortable by his admiration. He shrugged, his smile not fading. âI just wanted you to see yourself the way I see you. Youâre always hiding, always doubting yourself. I thought maybe if you saw what I see, youâd understand.â
âWho do you think you are? You donât know how I see myself. You donât know me,â you snapped, trying to keep up the facade of discomfort. But Jesus, the way he looked at youâŚwith those deep brown eyes, godâit was like you were the sun and he was the earth, and thatâs all that mattered now. It almost distracted you from the fact that you were on his TV, undressing.
âI know everything about you, pretty girl,â he said, his voice unwavering.
âNo you donâtâ
He hummed lowly at your denial, leaning against your neck, his face pressed gently into your skin. âI like you,â he whispered, his breath hitting your neck and sending goosebumps rising on your skin. He liked you? Tate Langdon? Like you?
âNo, you donât⌠youâre just saying that. Youâre trying to make me feel better. I bet you donât even think about me,â 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.
âPretty much all I think about is you... Itâs practically all I think about,â he muttered under his breath, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. âMe? You think about me?â 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. âYeah⌠only you,â 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.
â...I didnât want to scare you off just yet. Iâve been waiting patiently, pretty girl,â he muttered, his fingers moving along your hip in a mindless motion. âHell, I know your entire schedule. Every little thing you do on a day-to-day basis,â he continued, his lips now gently touching your neck, sending shivers down your spine. âBe my girlfriend,â 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. âAre you serious?â you whispered, the insecurities lacing your tone. You searched his face for any hint of doubt, but all you found was sincerity. âSo serious⌠Say yes, say youâll be my girlfriend, and say you wonât go home,â 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.
âYes,â you whispered, your voice trembling. âIâll be your girlfriend.â
He grabbed your chin, his hold firm, his eyes boring into yours. âSay you wonât go home,â 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, âI wonât go home.â
âSay it like you mean it. Say you want to stay here with me, say you want to be mine,â he insisted, his grip tightening slightly.You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. âI want to stay here with you,â you said, your voice stronger this time. âI want to be yours.â
âGood... my pretty girl. Remember this, remember youâre my pretty girl,â 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.
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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 thatâs sheâs there whenever these episodes happen?? thank you đĽş
through thick and thin
Y/n knows itâs hard when youâve been with someone for about a few months- give or take itâs been around five. She lost count because everything went to darkness.
Itâs 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 didnât 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. Itâs 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/nâs 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.
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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.
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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 havenât given major specifics on why the reader is in Briarcliff as I didnât want to include anything potentially triggering which would distract from the story. Itâs up to you to decide why sheâs in there!
âHey,â 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.
âHi,â 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. âWhatâs wrong?â He asked, voice laced with concern.
You sighed. âI saw what date it is today,â you said quietly, not looking up. âItâs seven years since I got committed here.â
âSeven?â Kit looked appalled. âBut youâre only what? Twenty two?â
You nodded. âI was fifteen when I was sent here,â you explained sadly.
âI didnât think that would be allowed,â Kit said, confused.
âAnything is allowed when your parents have enough money,â you shrugged. âThey sent Briarcliff money every year until I was eighteen to keep me here, since they knew it wasnât technically legal.â
Kit stayed silent, but reached out a hand and gently grasped yours in his own.
âSeven years and theyâve never once come to see me,â You sniffled, using your free hand to wipe your eyes.
âIâm really sorry,â Kit finally said.
You didnât 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.
âYou know, I never even got the chance to tell my parents I got married,â Kit spoke up.
You turned to look at him, acknowledging the sad look in his eye. âYou didnât?â
He shook his head. âThe first they would have heard about it would have been when I was arrested for her murder.â
âIâm sorry, Kit,â you murmured, echoing the same words he uttered to you just moments ago. âHow come you never told them?â
Kit shrugged. âWe wanted to, but just kept putting it off. I think we were scared. I mean, it wasnât exactly a legal marriage,â he sighed. âI didnât know how they would react. Iâd like to think that they would have accepted us, but I guess Iâll never know. Iâve not heard from them. No letters, no visits, just like you. As much as it hurts that theyâd believe it, I hope itâs the Bloody Face thing keeping them away, and not that their son married a black gal.â
You didnât say anything, not knowing what exactly the right thing to say was.
âMy point is,â Kit said gently. âFamilies, parents⌠they can be tough. And they can let you down. But there will always be someone watching your back,â He wiped away a lone tear on your cheek. âIâm here for you. Whatever you need, Iâll do my best to take care of you.â Not like how I couldnât take care of Alma, he silently added in his head.
Your eyes met Kitâs 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 heartâs beat intensified with anticipation. You could feel Kitâs 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 couldnât stop the smile that followed. Kitâs 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 Kitâs own that wasnât there before, as if he were feeling everything that you were in that moment.
âWas that your first kiss?â Kit asked quietly.
You nodded, your smile soft.
âWas it okay?â He asked nervously.
You nodded again and Kit let out a sigh of relief, sending you into gentle laughter.
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Hope this was okay anon! It was nice to write something a bit happier for a change. Once again, any requests are welcome!
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đFrankenKyle19âs Masterlistđ
Who I write for:
AHS:
Tate Langdon
Kit Walker
Kyle Spencer
Jimmy Darling
James March
X-MEN:
Peter Maximoff
Tate Langdon-
Tate Langdon NSFW Headcanons (smut)
Be My Good Boy (smut)
The Devilâs Chocolate đŤ (smut)
Hold Me (smut)
I Bet I Could Scare You (Smut)
Kit Walker-
Opening Up (hurt/comfort)
Desperation (smut)
Healing â¤ď¸â𩹠(hurt/comfort)
This Cruel Existence (angst)
You Can If You Want (smut)
Grown up time (smut)
Kyle Spencer-
âNotâŚ.Stupidâ (hurt/comfort)
Kyle Spencer Headcanons (fluff)
Kyle Spencer NSFW Headcanons (smut)
đźBlow Dryerđ¸ (comfort)
Stories Untold (hurt/comfort)
đźTouched By A Zombieđź (fluff)
Cherry Medicine đ (fluff)
Questions Answered (fluff, hurt/comfort)
Let Go, Iâll Catch You (smut)
Unsupervised Tablet Time (smut)
After The Glitter Fades (Fluff)
Rubber Ducky 𧟠(comfort)
Free (Fluff)
Franken!Kyle experimenting with toys (smut)
Jimmy Darling-
You Sunshine, You Temptress (smut)
Jealousy (smut)
After Work Release (Smut)
James March-
Ghost Sex (smut)
JPMâs NSFW alphabet (smut)
A Lesson In Vulnerability (hurt/comfort)
Self Pleasure (smut)
Rhythm of Your Undead Heart (smut)
Peter Maximoff-
I Hate You, I Love You (smut)
Go Slow, Speedster (smut)
đThe sweetest Treat is Youđ(smut)
Drabble (smut)
Learning Your Lesson (smut)
The No Longer Virgin (smut)
Pegging Peter Maximoff (smut)
Food Play with Peter Maximoff (smut)
The Twinkie Thief (smut)
Glitter On The Floor After The Party (smut)
âAmaze-ballsâ (smut)
Graveyard adventure (smut)
âFur-reakyâ (smut)
Kai Anderson-
Comforting Car Ride (hurt/comfort)
Why Wonât You? (Sorta fluff)
Sweet Pain (smut)
Mask Sex (Smut)
Colin Zabel-
Best Years Of Your Life đ (fluff)
Sit Down (Smut)
Stan Bowes-
First Time For Everything (mxm smut)
Mr. Gallant-
Red Silk and Leather (mxm smut)
Austin Sommers
My Treat-(smut)
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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 đ
Tate Langdon
babydoll
cutie
gorgeous
Kit Walker
sugar
hunâ
angel
angel eyes
Pre-death Kyle Spencer
love
baby
hottie
idk but he would call you âmuffinâ because theyâre 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 âkitten, little lamb, ladybug, dollfaceâ and âslut, bitchâ
Austin Sommers
my one
pookie
honey bun
pumpkin
Evan Peters
babe
sweetie
babygirl
boo
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Austin Sommers as your dadâs (very over the top) best friend â
I didnât include any of the lore from the show into the botâs settings, so thereâs none of that pill and bloodsucking stuff.
Iâm 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 donât have much content with him yet, but hereâs his reaction when we watched Love Island together đ
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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.
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Appreciation (Kai Anderson x fem reader smut)
Summary: your Kaiâs most loyal follower and he shows you that it didnât go unnoticed
Warnings: smut, rough sex, choking, spanking nothing too crazy.
Word count: 1k
A/n: hereâs another short one. I donât really like this as much I had a whole thing for this but work got in the way.
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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 didnât allow you. Kai dressed himself whilst you tried to collect yourself pulling your skirt down. âGet cleaned up we have a meeting in twenty minutesâ 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.
#evan peters#american horror story#kai anderson smut#kai anderson#james patrick march#tate langdon#kit walker#ahs asylum#evan peters x reader#jimmy darling#kyle spencer#austin sommers#evan peters fluff#evan peters requests#evan peters smut#evan peters x you#evan peters fanfic#evan peters x y/n#evan peters imagine#evan peters fanfiction#evanpeters#ahs coven#ahs: cult#ahs murder house#ahs double feature#ahs freakshow#ahs fanfic
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dealer!kai ŕ¨ŕ§, fem reader, (srry) degradation, p in v , rough kai era (omg i cant with this guysforgive me) , wc 1702
You had no business being in Kai's home. You knew better, and Winter had warned you to stay away from her brother. Part of you knew not to go near himâhe was a drug dealer, older than you, and surrounded by too many taboos. It made your brain hurt. You didn't want to betray Winter, so you promised. You promised not to get involved with Winter's brother.
And now, here you were sitting stiffly on his living room couch. Winter was gone for a few days, off with her girlfriend, so you thought you'd just get a free joint or two from Kai. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. Just a smoke sesh, and then straight home.
Kai glanced at you as he grabbed what he needed, placing everything on the tray on his lap. âRelax,â he said, his eyes tracing the outline of your figure. âI don't bite.â You wished you could believe that, but you shrugged, trying not to seem so uptight. It was hard with Kai. He had an intensity about him, even when he wasn't doing anythingâit drove you crazy. His thick veiny fingers began filling the cones with weed, stuffing it in gently.
You cocked your head, watching him. Lewd thoughts crossed your mind, but you pushed them away. you wish he would biteâyou were actually dizzy at the thought imagine him, latching his mouth on you like it was his last meal? likeâŚyou shook your head a bit straightening up in the seat trying to shift further away from him.
This was Winter's brother, and you promised. Your eyes traced the shape of his nose as he continued, licking the wrapping paper and folding it together. Was he doing that on purpose? He had to be. âYou're staring,â he pointed out, breaking your trance. You quickly avoided his eye contactâhad he been watching you the whole time?
âSorry,â you murmured shyly. God, this was pitiful. You could feel your underwear dampening, and he hadn't done anything except make you a pre-roll. Yet here you were, practically drooling over him in your mind.
âHere,â he said, lighting it for you. He brought it to his own lips first, taking a long, slow drag from the joint. The smoke swirled around him. âYou don't talk much, do you?â he asked, passing the joint to you. His voice was low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine. You struggled to control yourself, feeling like a rabid dog every time you stared at him too long. Clearing your throat, you brought the joint to your lips and inhaled. âI do, it's just... I don't know, I'm uptight right now.â
He nodded, his intense gaze never leaving yours. âI can tell,â he said, his voice low. His presence was overwhelming, and you could feel the heat radiating off him as if he was reading your every thought. He moved closer, turning his body facing you. âLet me guess,â he said, his eyes narrowing as if peering into your soul. Oh no, you didn't like where this was going. You just wanted to smoke, go home, and maybe daydream about him, not have him unravel your thoughts right here.
âBe honest with meâ
You looked at him for a moment, bringing the joint to your lips again. A calm, fuzzy feeling was starting to kick in, relaxing your tense muscles. âAbout what? I have nothing to hideâŚâ you stammered, trying to keep your voice steady, but it faltered. You'd already said too much. He noted the way you smoked nervously, the way you coughed out the words quickly, he was savoring it like a predator savoring the fear of its prey.
âI know Winter told you to stay away from me. She told me the same thing,â he said casually, moving closer as he spoke. âAnd to be honest, I don't listen to Winter,â he added, now putting his arm behind your shoulders.
âYou... you don't?â Your eyes were wide as he smiled at you.
âI don't, baby,â he replied, grabbing the joint back and bringing it to his lips, inhaling slowly. A smirk tugged at his lips as he watched you gawk at him, looking like a deer in headlights.
âSo what does that mean?â you whispered.
He exhaled the smoke in your face, his eyes never leaving yours. âIt means I want you, and I'm gonna ask if you want me too. It's a yes or no question, but if you say yes, you might like what I've been thinking about doing all night.â
You blinked slowly, processing his words. Did he mean what you thought he did? He couldn't have.
âYes,â that simple word made him smile wider.. He was prepared for this; he put out the joint between his lips on the ashtray as he shifted up off of the couch, looking down at your wide-eyed appearance. âShorts off,â he demanded, unbuckling his belt, waiting for you to follow his demand. Of course, you obliged, maybe faster than he expected, but you managed to shuffle them off and stand in front of him. âI always thought you were desperate for me. Guess I was right?â He cooed, and you felt your cheeks burn as he finally tugged his belt off. âwas i? Answer me,â you nodded, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth. God, this was embarrassing.
âFloor, ass up, face down,â he demanded, pulling you into his chest as he slid off his sweats. âdo itâ
The floor was cold and hard; you could feel his fingers running down the slit of your underwearâhe was savoring every moment of this. âSoaked,â he mumbled, his fingers swiping back and forth on your clothed clit. âYouâve been like this for a while, huh?â You didnât reply; your head was fuzzy and your body was aching. âSlut,â he whispered, taking his cock out of his boxers, pressing his pink tip against you, and rubbing it up and down your sticky folds.
You were so brain dead by now; youâd let him do anything he wanted, and he planned on it. He could tell by that glazed-over look in your eyes that he could get away with as much as he wanted. âPull them to the side for me,â he said, tugging on your underwear. You nodded frantically, pulling it to the side as your body sank further onto the floor, your face flushing and your skin tingling as he pressed his cock between the folds again, this time the warmth of it making you arch back further for him. Kai thought you never looked more beautiful; heâd never seen you so relaxed and so thoughtless. He wasnât even in you, and you couldnât help but whine, but he didnât have that much restraint; he didnât need to.
His hands snaked around your body, feeling you up, squeezing you, and playing around with your tits for a moment. He could hear you panting; the position was almost humiliating; you were on the ground, back arched with his chest pressed against you. He was so close now, his breath hitting your ear as he grunted out a sentence. âIâm not going to be gentle.â
âWha-â You tried to get out, but he interrupted you, plunging his cock into you and not letting you adjust to his size. You practically hissed at the size of him, the feeling of him forcing your lower stomach to poke out slightly, his bulge, and he knew it; he knew how well endowed he wasâthatâs why he chose this position so you wouldnât know how much you had to take, so you wouldnât be scared. Your brain was foggy; he kept one hand gripping the fat of your ass as he pounded into you and the other tightly holding a fist full of your hair, pulling you towards him. His breaths were heavy, and he couldnât help but stare down at youâat your body. Some days he would pray to have you like this, all disheveledâsweatyâloud. When he figured out you wanted the same, all restraint was gone.
Your eyes were closed tightly; you were too foggy, too fuzzy, and all he could do was bury himself inside of you roughly. His eyes were focused; heâd let out grunts and strangled moans. He didnât need you to know the effect or the desperation he held for you.
âSo,â He thrust harder into you, his breath deep and low. âMessy.â he continued, his bicep now resting under your neck. He had you in a headlock, still moving against you. You shuddered at the fact that you were actually letting him do anything to you; you forgot all about your promise. He was slamming into you, and you were squealing, the sensation was all too much, you started to squirm. He tightened his arm around your neck.
The sounds of your pussy squeezing around him filled the living room. âYouâll have a limp,â he groaned into your ear, speeding up, shutting his eyes momentarilyâhe was so close. You can only whimper at his words, the lack of oxygen making you clench around him. âYou like that? the idea of limping because of me?â He tightened his bicep around your neck, silencing you completely, and your face flushed a deep shade of red. âSlut.â You felt your eyes rolling back as he spoke, still grinding deep inside you. He watched as you neared fainting, then released you, pressing your face against the cold floor. Gasping for breath, you struggled to steady yourself.
âCâmon, breathe, breathe baby,â he teased, laughing at you as he maintained his pace. He grabbed your hips, his voice dripping with faux concern. âDid I make you stupid? You look so fucked out right now,â he said, his grip tightening. you clench around him more, Letting out a pant as your body tensed, you found yourself suddenly finishing around him. The shock was so intense you couldn't even choke out a response, feeling a tingling sensation spread through your brain and stomach. âLook at my slutâfuckâ his stomach tightened as he pumped into you spilling his cum inside of you letting your body collapse weakly, he stayed inside you plugging you up in hopesâyouâd get pregnant.
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