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kai-anderson-whore · 1 year

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The wild rose (James patrick march x fem reader)

Summary: based on the song where the wild roses grow by nick cave and Kylie monoge

Warnings: mentions of murder, suicide

They called you the wild rose, but your name was y/n y/l/n, why they called you that you didn't know, you were stuck in here this gloomy hotel, that was Disguised as a beautiful memory of the gatsby era.

You remembered how you ended up here all those decades ago over 100 years ago, you been stuck here, after being swooned by the owner of this place.

You entered the hotel cortez, your dress swaying at your knees, your heels clicking, to be greeted by a man with a pale complexion a pencil mustache, and a expensive suit.

"Do you have a reservation dear" he asked a smile on his face, "yes it's "miss y/n y/l/n" you replied "ah your not married?" He asked a shocked expression on his face.

Causing you to blush "no I'm afraid not" you mumbled in embarrassment, "well that's obscene" he stated grabbing a room key handing it to you, "I do hope you speak to you again miss y/l/n" he stated.

"Also I'm James patrick march the proud owner of the cortez" he added "Thank you Mr march" you smiled grabbing your suitcase going to the elevator to your room.

James knew you were the one, from the moment he first saw you, you were more beautiful than any woman he'd seen, your lips the colour of the roses miss evers grows on the premises all bloody and wild.

Later on that night, you heard a knock on your room door, confused on whom it could be you went to answer it, to find James at the door.

"Mr march what a surprise" you smiled, your red lipstick still sat perfectly on your lips, letting him enter the room, your eyes red and puffy from crying over something silly, "are you alright dear?" He asked wiping the tears that ran down your face.

Your trembling figure sat on the bed, "What's wrong dear?" James asked, a hand on your shoulder comforting you, "Oh it's nothing something pathetic really I don't want to waste your time Mr march your a busy man" you said.

"Don't be so absurd" he inquiries, let out a giggle "well I came here to pursue a career in acting but got into a huge fight with my parents because I wouldn't marry this man" you said.

"I see" was all he said, "they didn't like that I didn't want to sit there over a stove, cook and clean for a man I didn't want to marry" you said wiping the remaining tears from your eyes.

"Anyway what can I do for you Mr march" you asked wondering why he had came into your room, "please call me James dear, I was wondering if you would like to attend a party Tomorrow at the ball room downstairs?" He asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"I'd love to what time is this party taking place?" You replied, "seven thirty" he answered getting up from his spot, "you'll be my plus one" was the last thing he said before leaving the room.

You couldn't help but smile like a fool, once James left going to bed, on a positive note, looking forward for the next day.

The second day James saw you, was when he picked you up, to attend his party, the dress you wore elegant, expensive looking, hugging your curves perfectly.

He brought you a single red rose, you favourite flower "ready to go dear?" He asked taking your hand in his, before intertwining your arms, walking side by side.

"Thank you for this James, it's most generous of you" you smiled your signature red lips, driving James crazy, he knew he couldn't wait any longer to go ahead with his plan.

Entering the party, arriving last but fashionable, all eyes on you both, the rose in your hand, whispers amongst others, as they gawked at your and James.

Through the night you and James danced, sipping expensive champagne, having a fun time, "come with me" he instructed taking you somewhere where you can be alone.

"Do you know where the wild roses grow?" He asked you shook your head as he lead you, where they grow, "my maid miss evers grows them so sweet, scarlet and free, they reminded me of you" he stated making the heat rush to your cheeks.

Finally he showed you the rose bush outside the cortez, they were beautiful, you admired they're beauty, "y/n?" James mumbled his eyes never leaving yours "yes james" you smiled your eyes never leaving the roses.

"Give me your loss and sorrow?" He said, you were confused by what he meant "what do you mean?" You asked, "I mean I want to be the one to make you happy pursue your dreams" he said.

"Not to tie you down so your bond to hover over a stove but to be worshiped, to be treated like a queen" he enquires, taking you aback, no one ever said anything like that, nevermind wanting to treat you like one.

"James I don't know what to say i-" "just give it a think dear" he interrupted not wanting to put you on the spot to make a decision.

But little did you know, the secrets that will be unveiled to you sooner or later.

On the third day he had taken you to a river, where more of wild roses grew, you sat on the grass, watching the water flow, peacefully, James eyes never leaving yours, "are you alright james" you smiled snapping him out his thoughts.

"Why yes dear what makes you this otherwise" he smiled back "oh nothing just noticed your staring" you giggled, now he was the one to blush, it was a lovely sight to see, you thought.

Your eyes locked, James face coming closer to yours, till your lips locked together, the first man you had kissed, his lips were soft, pulling away to see your rouge lips stained his own.

"That was my first kiss" you blushed hiding your face, only for James to tilt your head up with his hand "and many more to come dearest" he smirked.

"Let's go back to the hotel" he wanted his plan to happen on his premises, on his terms, taking your hand heading back to the cortez, the elaborate building always took your breath away, the glamour, the beauty of it all, was breathtaking.

Finally making it to your floor James standing beside you, "Thank you for today James I really enjoyed it" you said opening your door, you didn't want it to end, you ended up inviting James in, little did you know this was according to his plan.

Another kiss James gave you laying you on the bed, all you heard was a muttered word not knowing what it was, as he knelt above you with a rock in his fist.

He kissed you with that, rock in his first, "all beauty must die" he whispered hitting you till you were dead, afterwards he planted a rose between your teeth.

You looked peaceful to him, as he carried you to his study, miss evers came running in as he was discarding your body, your soul leaving it a while ago, you sat in the room you were murdered in, sobbing.

"How could I had trusted him" you cried out wanting revenge, but karma was a sweet thing at times, miss evers warning James that the police was on their way up, resulting him and her taking their own lifes.

Looking back you still hated James, he would try his best to have you forgive him, but nothing worked, over 100 years and you still held that grudge.

"Y/n please I'm sorry I didn't mean to" he said at the bar where you sat with Sally, "you didn't mean to you pulled all that nonsense just to kill me James now I'm trapped here" you weeped.

"Dearest please I did it so we can be together remember what I had promised you" he asked earning a scoff from you, fixing your jeans, standing up.

"Yes I remember or obscene words how you manipulated me into falling for you only to get my head bashed by a rock" you snapped walking away.

You knew now why you got your nicname the wild rose, you hated it, now known as his victim for all eternity, Sally becoming a close friend over the years.

As well as liz, cleopatra everyone called her, who helped you dress modern as time passed by, so you wouldn't be like how James remembered changing everything about you from back then, the gullible girl.

"Y/n please a century I've been apologising I love you" James pleaded following you around like a simp, "you love me really" you laughed in his face.

"Remember our first kiss, how special it was" he asked "Yes and I remember our second where I died" you said "please dear what I would do to feel your lips on mine once more" he stated.

Now holding you, looking into your eyes seeing the old you, his wild rose back, he pressed his lips back on yours, not wanting to lose That feeling again, you melted into the kiss, mentally kicking yourself for being like putty in his cold, murderous hands.

He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours, "I forgive you James" you sighed, "Thank you I've been dying to hear you say that for a century" he smiled.

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lcnelyghost · 1 year

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What movies you watch with the Evan’s on Halloween!!!

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Tate Langdon -

• Tate definitely likes A Nightmare on Elm Street. I feel as a kid, he wasn’t scared by Freddy in general. Just the thought of the sharp blades used as fingers made him squirm.

Kit Walker -

• Kit doesn’t mind horror movies. He likes Halloween time although not as much as Christmas. You’d settle on Friday the 13th whilst Kit wandered off to the shops to go buy some popcorn and other snacks.

Kyle Spencer -

• Kyle doesn’t do horror movies. Nope. You always end up putting on The Nightmare Before Christmas and he’d enjoy singing ‘This is Halloween’ every year.

Jimmy Darling -

• Jimmy’s definitely the kind to scare the shit out of you after watching something scary. You both had no problem with horror but Scream was always a classic. Even if it wasn’t the scariest, you still liked it.

James Patrick March -

• Believe it or not, James really likes The Conjuring. But he has to stop and think about if he can really handle seeing Valak before you put it on. I’m 100% sure he’d rather not imagine her in the halls of the Cortez. Even if he’s dead already and can disappear whenever he chooses to, it wouldn’t be a pleasant sight to watch her roaming around.

Rory Monahan -

• Now, Rory doesn’t really bother with horror movies. He just doesn’t care about watching them even if it’s Halloween or not. He wasn’t particularly into gore, but if you were to put a slasher film on he wouldn’t complain.

Kai Anderson -

• You LOVED to put on Child’s Play to piss Kai right off. He had no interest in watching a killer doll roam around town trying to find some kid to transfer his soul into. It made him angry that this little ‘ginger fuck’ as he would say, killed multiple people and they never even attempted to stop him. He found it even more bizarre that the tiny redhead had a girlfriend. Wife, even.

Malcolm Gallant -

You and Gallant always went over to each other’s houses on Halloween. It was a tradition of yours to just dress like a total whore and watch Scary Movie. It just added an even better vibe when you were paying attention to a movie that just took the absolute piss out of all things horror.

#ahs fandom #american horror story #evan peters #james march #ahs hotel #james patrick march #ahs murder house #tate langdon #kit walker #kyle spencer #kai anderson #jimmy darling #halloween #mr gallant #rory monahan

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novelist-nerd-blog · 5 years

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Leave - Rory Monahan Imagine

Notes- The reader is the adopted sister of Rory Monahan, except she doesn't know she is adopted. She is confused about the feelings she begins to develops for him and decides the best way to deal with them is to just leave. Of course, that doesn't happen without Rory chasing her down.

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You stared at the television screen, waiting for your brother to step out onto the red carpet. Several minutes passed with no sight of him yet, so you pulled out your phone checking your unread messages. He sent you a text joking about how he'll be the best dressed there and you replied with your favorite laughing emoji. You suddenly heard a crowd of people begin to scream, letting you know that someone had began their walk down the carpet. You felt your stomach tighten and electricity flow through your body. He stopped to allow the paparazzi to take photos and a woman came to interview him. "Hello, Rory Monahan. Would you care to answer a few questions for me."

"I'd love to," he replied and they stepped off to the side with the camera's still on them.

"How does it feel to be one of the hottest young actors right now?"

"It's unbelievably amazing."

"Do you have anything in the works right now?"

He paused for a moment before answering," Yeah, but I don't want to get in trouble so I'm just not going to say anything about."

The reporter let out a little chuckle,"Okay, do you have any details about your love life? Someone special maybe?" As those words left the woman's mouth you clutched onto a plush throw pillow and hated yourself for it. He was your brother and you shouldn't feel the way you do about him. Saying that you had a crush on him would be an understatement. No one knows how you feel about him because you feared it would be the end of your relationship with him. You needed to tell someone though. It's been pent up inside of you for so long and it was beginning to show itself in the ways you looked at him or sometimes shivered as he brushed past you.

"I don't really have anyone that I'm in a steady relationship with," you heard Rory speak.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Monahan," the interviewer said. Rory gave a smile and small head nod before walk away. You threw the pillow down and quickly turned off the television.

You quietly crept past your parents room on the way to your own. After you changed into your favorite sleepwear, you climbed into your comfy bed. Hours passed as you tossed and turned, thinking of your brother and of how wrong it was to do so. You had to get away from here, from him. Maybe if you left for a while the feelings would subside. You had enough money saved up to fly somewhere and take a new job up there. Hell, maybe you'd even find someone you care about even more than Rory. Shuffling through a draw on your bedside table, you pulled out a small notebook and a pen.

This is hard for me to write, but I have to go. Please, don't blame yourselves for it because I'm the one to blame. I don't know why or how, I just have feelings towards Rory that I can't explain. I need to get away until they leave or until I meet someone who I care even more about it. I don't want hurt you guys by doing any of this, leaving is just the least painful.

You pulled your suitcase out from under your bed and shoved your clothes into it until you couldn't fit anymore. The clock on your phone read 4:32 A.M. and you quickly searched for the nearest airport on your GPS. As you picked the suitcase up, you ripped your note out and laid on your kitchen table before heading out the door to your car.

You were startled when you woke up and it took you a couple of seconds to remember what you were doing. You had bought yourself a plane ticket for you New York. The plane wasn't actually leaving until later that afternoon. You must have fallen asleep when you sat down and had to have been that way for awhile seeing as you only had two hours before your flight left. As you walked around in search of a restroom you heard your name come across the loudspeaker. It was calling you to the check-in desk if you were still located in the building. "Damn it," you let out under your breath and headed in that direction. As you got closer you could see your brother's unmissable bright, red hair. You felt so many emotions begin to bubble to your surface and didn't know how to control them. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes and Rory made his way towards you with his arms outstretched. You walked into them and cried into his shoulder as he rubbed your back. "Mom and dad told me about your note," he said and you pushed yourself away from him.

"They've been looking for you all over the city, so I decided to check the airports."

"Why? I'm disgusting, you'd be better off if I left."

"No, we wouldn't," Rory said and ran his hands through his hair. He let out a deep breath before speaking up again," Do you want to know something?"

"Sure, why not," you replied.

"Y/N, you're adopted. I know that doesn't change much, but maybe it'll make you feel a little better about this." You felt a shock go throw your body and you tightly clenched your hands together. "Why didn't they tell me? They should have told me, right? That's something that's important to know."

"I thought they'd tell you by now," Rory stated looking thoughtfully at you.

You let out a sigh," I still have to go."

"No you don't, Y/N"

"Rory, you're still my brother and mom and dad are still my parents. I don't want to ruin this family with my dumb feelings."

"We can work it out if you stay, no one is judging you. We just want you back."

"That's not going to happen, at least not for awhile."

"If you're going to leave, can you at least call them and tell them you're okay every once in awhile? They shouldn't have to worry about you," he suggested. You stared back at him and took a couple steps backwards. "Fine. Be like that Y/N, but when you come back in a week because you can't take care of yourself no one is going to be nice to your ass," Rory said before walking away. You watched him go until you could no longer see him, then went back to trying to find a restroom and sending your parents a quick text.

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shlutnutt · 3 years

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The Evans x Headcanons that simply make sense

(NSFW EDITION) !!

lol hi

w: pure smut:)

(Kai Anderson)

enjoys punishing more than anything, rough ones too. Such as edging for hours, fucking infront of people you perhaps wouldn't wanna fuck infront of, spanking you till his hands leave purple marks on your skin, fucking your face whilst you're handcuffed, list goes on. don't test him.

enjoys gagging you with his fingers also, the feeling of his middle finger disappearing inside your throat drives him crazy, even if your throat rejects it, he'll force it down there till' he's satisfied.

breeding kink, gun kink, knife kink, BONDAGE

will literally lick every portion of your body, no matter how insecure of those body parts you might be, you're a god/goddess in his eyes.

loves it when his partner wipes his cum clean with their tongue, dude will literally (s)cream to that alone, the many sexual fantasies he has might scare lots away though

(Colin Zable)

Let's begin with the obvious, this man's a sub/subby switch. i don't care.

he likes to purposefully misbehave to be punished. Will do stupid little things such as discretely groping you whilst you're focused on important things, giving you his needy eyes at the most inconvenient times, him knowing how much that turns you on, spilling small portions of drinks onto himself to simply wipe himself clean seductively during times where he perhaps shouldn't have, etc.

now, with the knowledge you both have of eachothers sexual desires, he has more than an advantage with the fact he knows exactly how to give you satisfaction in many different and creative ways they're probably hasn't been invented yet

really into sexual cuddling such as cock warming and spooning, loves how he doesn't need to utalize any of his energy but still feel that pleasure by having you so close to him

(Kyle Spencer)

Kyle being so comfortable in his sexuality, he'll will be one of the few men to do things that'll probably not seem right to others? things such as cum kissing, allowing you to fuck him with strap ons, and dressing in feminine clothing whilst doing the deed, him knowing how much you like it if you do

although no noobie to sex, know he'll always be up to trying out new things you probably haven't tried out yourself, you both being first timers to those specific things only bringing you guys closer

passionate slow sex is his go to, loves everything about treating you like a treasure, gently thrusting in and out of you whilst softly biting onto your shoulder to keep his own angelic noises low

likes positions where you're most comfortable, such as missionary and sex spooning

(Tate Langdon)

biting, licking, sucking, kissing. all. he does it all.

probably has an unknown wax kink, his aesthetic being so dark yet so comforty, including loads of books, lots of humidity, clouds and especially candles, all kinds of sizes, scents, colors. it'll come from an innocent likings for candles to him being tied down, blindfolded, and getting wax poured all over his bare body, him only being able to grit his teeth from the pleasurable pain, since he'd be too focused on not breaking your 'no sounds' rule

loves advicing you to put on his sweaty shirt after sex, it doesn't only turn him on, but he also finds it adorable, you'd always agree to it too

blood play

likes sticking his thumb into your mouth just for you to suckle on it for his own pleasure, when he puts his thumb up you'll immediately know what he's looking for, and with no complains you'll do so

(Austin Sommers)

now first thing's first. this dude's into the rough kinky shit.

anything to do with hardcore face and ass slapping, hardcore choking, bdsm

definitely a bratty sub but will be down to play the dom role, although wouldn't be as good as him fully submitting to you

loves when you force him to wear a cock ring for a certain amount of days as a punishment, allowing him to finally cum into his underwear, making him put it back on, and having him walk around in his dirty cummed up mess

inlove with cum play, all types.

literally has a collection of kinds of sex toys you can think of

(Peter Maximoff)

a total humper.

if he's not getting his satisfaction from you, know he'll hump his horny out of something, whether that'd be your leg, a pillow, edge of a bed, chair, shit even a stack of clothes

dont forget his inhumane abilities, he can do many things with that..

really into ear biting and ear licking

know for a fact he jerks off to the speed of light

know he's always in a hurry to finish up his missions as part of the x-men, because he knows he'll be rewarded as soon as he gets home

loves it when you leave him to wipe his own mess, its so fucking degrading, he definitely loves it.

(Jimmy Darling)

he's into all kinds of sex, whether that'd be vanilla sex, rough sex, role play sex, perhaps even slight bsdm if you're in for it.

him having issues with alcohol doesn't always work on his disadvantage though, he gets so fucking creative with sex, lasts longer and goes harder and sloppier

really into raw fucking, but doesn't want to bring a kid to suffer into today's society, so nobody really knows how he deals with that confusion

definitely has some sort of daddy kink and tries to be the dom in the relationship

literally loves entering into you soft just to feel you tighten around his cock the harder he gets

drunk make up sex is his favorite

(Kit Walker)

there's nothing he doesn't know what to do when it comes to sex, loves and knows everything about it

likes to cover your mouth whilst he thrusts into you with full force, whether he likes your noises or not he'll entirely admire the vibrations your mouth will have onto his hand

total sweetheart though, not really the type to go full on rough sex the whole time, unless its make up sex

aftercare king, know he'll immediately prepare you a warm bubbly bath or cook your favorite meal

kissing is one of his biggest specialties, knows how to perfectly intertwine his lips with your own at whatever occasion that might be, delicately biting and suckling on your bottom lip just to feel himself grow impatient

(James March)

Let's begin with the fact that this man will get anything he wants at whatever time he wants, not only because he's a serial killer and that alone scares people away. James is one smooth dude, he'll have you accepting to his little games without you even realizing it

fully into role play sex, whether that'd be some cringy doctor and patient role play or something perhaps a little more extreme like the serial killer and victim.

really good with his tongue, know the oral sex is amazing and the sticking it wherever he finds it adequate to stick it into your body is a huge one for him

one of the few men to actually enjoy foreplay before sex, rather than just doing it for his partner or because he needs to, the man does it willingly

(Rory Monahan)

peg him.

want that reaction out of him? literally just flash him. Whenever, however, he can't nearly keep his composure steady when he sees the slightest of your bare body, like seriously he'll start drooling

also spit in his mouth. not everyone's into it, but know he is, fully.

(Warren Lipka)

for sure the kind to finger you, stick his hands in your mouth so you can have a pleasurable taste of yourself then soon after mimicking your actions

surely the type to make you giggle during sexual intercorse, he's just so fun and so raw with his personality that everything he does is just so...him

(Alex)

his appearance alone tricks those into thinking he's simply an inexperienced horny guy in search of one to satisfy those inner needs he carries around, but he knows more than what you'll ever imagine, not experience-wise but visualizing-wise

natural sex expert, from foreplay to fingering, to oral sex, intercorse, aftercare, etc, knows it all, he's watched enough porn and has read enough mature comics

(Jeff Pfister)

he doesn't have a bowl cut for no reason.. yank his fucking head, he loves it

if he'd have to choose between coke and boobs he'd pass out

@divineruler @cheetos-paternity-test (no tag available)@evanmybeloved (no tag available) @billyhxrgrove (no tag available) @sinnersblood @crssjjh @mossybank @the-hotel-cortez @undeadcortez @americxn @kitwalker02 @corn3liiia (dm to be added or removed, lovelies <3)

#evan peters #american horror story #smut #imagines #tate langdon #kai anderson #jeff pfister #jimmy darling #kit walker #colin zable #rory monahan #james patrick march #austin sommers #headcanon #warren lipka #kyle spencer #peter maximoff

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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 years

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Evans with a clingy reader

A/N: I wrote this because I'm clingy and need constant validation. Enjoy <3

Warnings: cursing, tooth rotting fluff

Tate

Tate's pretty clingy himself, so I don't think he'd really mind

Wants to spend every hour of every day with you, so if you do too, it makes him feel like he's not bothering you when he asks to hang out

Will follow you all around the house if you let him (and you do)

Sometimes you'll randomly call out his name in the middle of the night when you can't sleep, and he'll immediately appear with a smirk, saying "you summoned me?"

Cuddles will ensue, with him being the little spoon of course

Pro tip: tickle him while you're cuddling, and he'll let out the most adorable little shrieks

Kit

Kit has to work a lot, so he's not able to see you as often as he'd like

But when he is home, you'd better believe he's all over you, and vice versa

You like flopping on top of him when he's on the bed or the couch

He can't leave the room without you or you'll get pouty

Sometimes it becomes an issue though

"Suga, you have to let go of me

"But I haven't seen you all day!"

"I know, but I need to go to the bathroom"

If you still have work to do around the house by the time he gets home, he'll offer to help you with it so it can get done quicker so you'll have more time for cuddles

Franken Kyle

Kyle's equally clingy, if not more so

So he loves the constant attention

You have to be with him at all times, at all costs

Most of the time if you're busy, you can distract him by putting on Disney channel or something like that

But every now and then he'll get in this mood where he has to physically see you at all times or else he'll start crying

Any previous engagements? Cancel them

Need to go to work? Better call in a sick day, because you won't be going anywhere until he finally gets enough of you

As frustrated as you may get, it's hard to stay mad at a cutie like him (especially since it gives you an excuse for giving him more attention than usual)

Jimmy

Jimmy's not necessarily clingy, but he understands the constant need for validation

He tries to spend as much time with you as possible because of it

Wherever he goes, you go

Even if it means you get caught between him and the people working at the diner for them not wanting to serve the freaks

However, he's a very busy lobster boy

He's still gotta perform after all

So he often let's you watch from backstage as he practices so you don't feel like he's abandoned you

He always offers to take you out drinking when the show's over to make up for his lack of attention

But if you don't feel comfortable with it, he'll stay in and cuddle with you instead

James

At first, James doesn't really understand why you're so physical with your affection

Don't get me wrong, he's clingy too (not that he'd ever admit it)

But he tends to display his love for you through acts of kindness rather than kisses and cuddles

So when you randomly come up to him while he's working and kiss him on the cheek then leave, he gets confused

You see, he's not used to gentle versions of physical affection

None of his past lovers were into it, least of all the Countess

He finds it pleasantly surprising, but he won't tell you that

(Un)luckily for him, you already know

It's hard to miss the little huff he makes when you don't give him his daily kiss

Rory

This ginger bastard

You think you're the clingy one in this relationship? Think again

It doesn't matter whether you're by yourself or not, he's going to be all over you

His arm around you, snatching a kiss every chance he gets, and one time he even sat on your lap at a public cafe

Because of this, the paparazzi has taken some not-so-flattering photos of the two of you in public

But if you think he's dissuaded by the chances of getting caught, you're dead wrong

In fact, he makes an even bigger spectacle if he knows somebody is watching

He's even worse at home, because there's no risk of the moment being caught by an unexpected camera (except for the one on his phone, that is)

Kai

Kai makes fun of you for it, I'm not even gonna lie

Like if he sees you trying to get his attention he'll huff and say something like, "can't you see I'm busy?"

Even if he's not busy at all

Most of the time he does it just to mess with you (unless you've upset him that is)

But if he sees you're genuinely upset, he'll sigh and pat his thigh, gesturing you to come over and sit on his lap

I don't think I need to say this but he loves when you sit on his lap during cult meetings

If he's in a good mood he might even let you play with his hair a little

And if someone makes fun of him for it and jokes "he's getting too soft", he'll probably give you the task of killing said individual in exchange for cuddles

Austin

He's somewhere between Jimmy and Tate

Like he doesn't have to be constantly touching you, but if you want to cuddle or something he's down

Has no problem if you want to lay with him on the couch while he's coming up with new ideas for his sheet music

He typically lays between your legs when this happens

Loves when you scratch at his head while in this position btw

If you beg him to cuddle while he's busy he'll tease you by saying "you just can't get enough of me huh" (when in reality it makes him feel nice to be wanted)

Honestly he loves when you want to cuddle, but isn't always sure how to initiate it so he appreciates when you do it first

Every now and then he'll try to sneak a nibble at your neck, so watch out for that

Bonus

Peter

#clingierthanu

Just kidding

But I'm actually not though

Peter needs to be within viewing range of you at all times

You could literally be on the other side of the world and he'd zoom right across it just to be with you

He's never been in a real relationship before, so he feels kind of lost without you (poor pet)

Traipses after you around the mansion like a lost puppy

It doesn't matter what you're doing, he's gotta be there

"Peter, all I'm doing is throwing my empty bottle away, I told you I'd be back in a sec"

"I know, but I missed you"

Just let him follow you please

He yearns for your affection and love

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nvwxrlvcns · 2 years

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How The Evans Would React To You Crying In Front Of Them

Characters Included: Tate, Kit, fratboy!Kyle, Jimmy, James, Rory, Kai, Austin

Warnings: fluff obviously, swearing, murder mention, sadness

A/N: my first headcanons yayyy!! Also this is a GN!reader head canon so everyone can read!! I hope you all enjoy!

Tate Langdon:

After hearing whimpers in the house he finds you crying in your (well his old) room

He immediately becomes concerned and appears to you, asking you what’s wrong

If you say someone hurt you, he will immediately go into protective bf mode and wants to invite them to the house for a “talk”

Will kill them and not hesitate

If it’s not due to someone you would probably have to really convince him it’s not

Either way he’ll wipe your tears with his thumbs and tell you that you’re safe with him

Will hold you until you stop crying or fall asleep

Kit Walker:

Kit comes home after work to find you crying on the couch

Throws his work jacket on the floor and rushes over to you

You HATE crying in front of Kit because you know it makes him sad to see you cry so you cry more out of embarrassment

Will gently stroke your hair or back until you quiet down

He hates seeing his spouse cry so he does everything he can to calm you down

Won’t pressure you to tell him what’s wrong

After you tell him he’ll just hold you and tell you how much he loves you

Has you take a bath or shower with him to help you relax

Makes you dinner so you don’t have to worry about cooking and would definitely do all the rest of the house chores if you asked him to

The definition of husband goals

Fratboy!Kyle:

Comes back to his dorm room (which you stay in a lot) and hears sniffling

Sees you curled up under his blankets and can hear your soft cries

Crawls up on the bed next to you and immediately spoons you, knowing you love his cuddles

It would help you calm down, but not instantly

Presses gentle kisses to any spot on your head he felt necessary

Once you calmed down you would tell Kyle everything and he would continue to hold you while you talked

Gives you anything you need (tissues, hugs, kisses, his clothes, etc. If it makes you happy, he’ll give it to you)

Deserves an award for best boyfriend of the year

Jimmy Darling:

Would find you in his caravan before the show, just staring down at your lap

When he asks “Is everything alright, suga?” it would send you into a sobbing mess

Thinking he said something wrong, you would hear tons of “oh shit”s flying out of his mouth while he comes over to you

Hugs you tightly as you cry into his shoulder

Rubs your back and continuously tells you that he’s sorry although he had nothing to do with what made you upset

You refuse to tell him at first because you don’t want him worrying about you before the show, but his pleading makes you cave in

If you tell him someone hurt you, they’ll go “missing” aka being buried in the swamp and the other show members would help him cover it up since you’re part of the family

Showers you in love and affection for the rest of the night

James March:

Would appear in your’s and his’s shared room at the hotel when he heard from the other ghosts that you were upset about something

When he sees you crying he doesn’t know if he should comfort you first or kill whoever made you upset first

Boy wakes up every day choosing violence like goddamn

Holds you and gently sways you in his arms until you stop crying

Places kisses to your forehead and cheeks

Wipes your tears away with his handkerchief as you rant to him

You would probably have to beg him to stay with you until you feel better and no go on a killing spree, which he would agree to do since you’re his true love

Dances with you to help cheer you up

Rory Monohan:

While you two are filming you had a stressful day at work, so much so that you had to take a break to let it out in your trailer

Comes into your trailer after a few minutes because he was concerned that you weren’t back yet

Sees fresh tears on your face and that your makeup is smudged, eyes are red, and your lip is quivering

Grabs makeup remover and starts cleaning up your face while you talk to him

After he’s done he pulls you in a tight hug, gently rubbing your back

Boy is probably teary eyed himself because he never saw you cry in front of him before this

He’d probably end up crying himself just because you’re crying

Takes you out on a nice date after work to help you feel better

Kai Anderson:

He’s probably the reason you’re crying in the first place smh

Usually you cry after he yells at you or you two fight but it’s just a few tears. This time it’s a full on sob

Kai, still angry, storms into your shared room at his house probably ready for round 2 of fighting but once he sees you crying all of the anger leaves his body

Walks up to you standing in front of the mirror while you’re wiping your tears and hugs you from behind

Kisses your shoulder and tells you that he’s sorry for everything

Still angry at him, you try to ignore him but you love him so you eventually forgive him

Asks how he can make it up to you and will literally do anything and everything you ask

Tries (and succeeds) to make you smile for the rest of the night

Austin Sommers:

While he’s away on one of his hunts, you got concerned that he might be cheating on you since you didn’t really know how the pill worked

A lot of thoughts raced through your head and you eventually broke down

Austin came home shortly after (as if it was planned) and hears you crying

He does not care if he’s covered in blood he’ll embrace you so tight till you ask him to let you go before he cuts off your air supply

He’s concerned because he never saw you cry before so he was scared that you might have gotten physically hurt

Once you tell him everything he assures you that you’re his only muse and you have nothing to worry about

After he cleans up from his meal he stays in bed with you the whole night

Cuddles with you until you fall asleep in his arms

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snaggysquash683 · 3 years

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I love him so much.

I would kill for him.

I would die for him.

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kylespencersgirlfriend · 3 years

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small things the evans find attractive

warnings: short mention of kyle's mother but no detail, mention of pregnancy (kai), mention of sex (kai). included: tate langdon, kit walker, frat kyle spencer, franken kyle spencer, jimmy darling, james patrick march, rory monahan, pre-cult kai anderson, cult kai anderson, peter maximoff.

TATE LANGDON

-piercings. literally any piercings. his favorites are nose, eyebrow, and belly button ones, but really whatever it is, he can’t get enough of them.

-keeping a slightly messy room. an unmade bed, a cup or two on the bedside table, books or magazines strewn about. he likes when it looks like an actual person lives there, and not perfectly neat and orderly.

-in tate’s room we can see he has heaps of books everywhere, so he’s pretty well-read, and that’s a trait he loves in other people. if you make a book reference or mention a book you read in passing, he’s practically drooling.

KIT WALKER

-people who can stop and enjoy life. kit doesn't like it when someone is always moving onto the next thing, he wants to take his time and appreciate the moment.

-when people hum/whistle or sing quietly to themselves. if you're doing something and humming while you do it, he thinks it's the cutest thing ever. he'll probably join in and start singing too.

-glasses. he finds something about them really cute. if he sees you push your glasses further up or adjust them, he's in love. he's also obsessed with taking your glasses off or pushing them up to kiss you.

FRAT KYLE SPENCER

-humbleness. being in a frat and constantly surrounded by college partygoers, a lot of the people around him tend to be conceited or overly self-confident, so when a person can admit their wrongs and own up to their faults, he finds it very admirable.

-when people work hard for their grades. he also cares about his schoolwork a lot, so when he sees other people who are the same, he's already imagining the study dates you could have together.

-artists. whether its drawing, painting, playing music, acting, dancing, writing, whatever it is, he loves it. he'd love to see the process of you creating your art, and he'd gladly be your muse.

FRANKEN KYLE SPENCER

-maternal qualities. he never had a good mother figure in his life, so if you can offer him empathy and unconditional love, he will do his best to return it.

-similar to kit, he likes when people sing. when you sing to him, even if you aren't good, focusing on your voice helps calm him down.

-patient people. he has a hard time expressing his thoughts and what he feels, so he loves it if you're willing to sit with him and work through it.

JIMMY DARLING

-confident people. when he sees someone who knows their worth, he's already gearing up to go and talk to them. his confidence relies on wearing his gloves, so he'd love to have a s/o who's self-assured enough for the both of them.

-lipstick/gloss. he loves when you wear it, it makes him want to kiss you so it smears on both your faces. he could stare at your lips all day tbh.

-sarcasm. he thinks it's the hottest thing ever when someone has a quick comeback.

JAMES PATRICK MARCH

-wearing jewelry. it could be any kind of jewelry, and it doesn't matter how many pieces you have or what color or style they are, he just thinks it looks gorgeous and he loves when people wear it.

-dark brown eyes. they're deep and dark and he wants to spend all day getting lost in them.

-painted nails. his favorite is dark red stiletto nails, he finds them very elegant.

RORY MONAHAN

-milfs

-maturity. rory's has immature tendencies, so he likes a person who knows how to have fun, but has their limits, and can keep him in check.

-small tattoos. he doesn't care if they have meaning or not, he thinks they're very beautiful regardless.

PRE-CULT KAI ANDERSON

-nerdy type people. kai is that way himself, and he doesn't want to feel inferior to his s/o.

-not wearing makeup/minimal makeup. kai's kind of an incel, so he's definitely the type to say he likes "natural girls"

-freckles. he thinks it's something small but very attractive.

CULT KAI ANDERSON

-maternal/paternal qualities, but not for the same reason as kyle. kai wants someone who can mother/raise his child, who he believes to be the messiah, so he likes it when a person shows traits that would be helpful for that.

-purity/innocence. he loves something about knowing that he's the only one you've ever been with. in his head, that gives him power over you.

-and on a much lighter note, people who are good at cooking. kai is definitely a food whore, so when a person can cook, and is willing to cook for him, he's all over it.

PETER MAXIMOFF

-people who can keep up with him. not physically, but peter's mind goes 100 miles a minute, and he needs someone who can handle it. usually people don't listen to his rambles or random thoughts, so he loves when people do.

-chubby people. he thinks they're sooo attractive, to the point that they fully make him nervous when he talks to them. he doesn't have any specific reason for it, he's just always found it very alluring.

-people with similar music taste to him. he loves that you can share his walkman and listen to music together without disliking any songs.

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yes-divine-ruler · 1 year

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Can I request rory monohan and fem reader smutt. In this scenario they are both actors and the reader visits him on set. She waits in his trailer until the day is over, getting ready. Rory had recently suggested making a tape with the reader. When he returns they make the tape, smutt (obviously), a lot of extreme degrading and dirty talk for the camera (rory has one of those old home video cameras), a lot of the reader exaggerating their actions for the camera and so on.

I guess this could be used as a base for an Evan fic BUT this is based around my idea of Rory being sort of naive and air-headed and being a guy whose really into porn scenarios.

Please have fun with this idea and go extreme to the max, excited to see what you make of this 💗

Rory Monahan (Evan Peters in AHS Roanoke) x Fem!Reader Smut - “My Little Pornstar” (18+)

i haven’t actually got rory in my character list but I rlly wanted to write this so I hope it lives up to ur expectations 🥺

CW: dirty degradation, porn shooting, oral (m receiving), cream pie, unprotected penetrative sex, fingering

Word count: 1864

"Hey baby, how much money do you think we could get from a sex tape?" Rory had asked once while the two of you sat on the sofa in your high rise apartment in Los Angeles.

You only laughed, thinking that his question was inconsequential, until you answered.

"Probably a few grand."

"You think? I think way more than that, look at us, we're such a hot couple." Rory tackled you down onto the sofa, peppering your face with kisses as you laughed at his conceitedness.

You didn't think that he'd keep bringing it up after that. He was so adamant on this sex tape, that he suggested you'd film one at almost every meal, until you finally caved, and watched him as he fist pumped the air in victory.

You didn't mind being seen on film, even if it was while you shared an intimate moment with your partner. Rory's camcorder was so outdated that you didn't think that anyone could even make out your face if it was filmed on it. The resolution was so shoddy, any video he tried to take always came out grainy.

Your compliance had led to you doing your make up in Rory's film trailer. He was on set, filming his next tv series, when he'd suggested that now was the right time to do it. The spontaneous nature of your impending sex tape almost made it more thrilling.

When your make up was finished, you did a once over in front of the mirror, scrutinising your reflection for any faults in your work. Your eyes wondered over to Rory's film camera, perched on the table behind you. You wondered that despite all the thrill, if you really wanted to go through with it. He could always film it, and if you weren't comfortable, you could keep it for your own viewing pleasure, if that's what you ended up deciding. Having options eased your anxiety, and just in time, Rory swung open the door of his trailer.

"Well if it isn't my little porn star," he purred, turning immediately to the camera and flipping open the screen.

"How was set?" You asked, looking over again at the mirror and fixing a strap of your lingerie. Rory thought that if you wore red lace it would compliment his hair colour.

"Good, all I could think about was this though," he came towards you with his camera, crouching down to set it on the vanity in front of you. You watched as he adjusted the angle, using the mirror to get the placement right.

"I'm kinda nervous Rory," you confessed, pouting as he turned to you with a frown, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

"You'll do great baby, we'll do great, it'll be fine," he reassured you, pulling your head forwards to plant a quick kiss on your lips.

"Okay, you ready? You remembered how we planned it? I've taken the viagra," He said, standing in the middle of his trailer and luring you over with outstretched arms. You nodded reluctantly, getting up and striding over to him in six inch heels.

"It's filming now but- we'll cut out this part, or maybe, we leave it in for authenticity," he rambled, grabbing you by the hips, the smile on his face wide as he looked at you.

"Shut up and let's get this over and done with," you teased, pulling him in by the collar of his plain t-shirt and pressing your lips to his.

Rory didn't hold back, pulling you closer to him so your chests were pressed together, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Your fingers tangled in his short hair, your tongue begging to enter his warm mouth. Almost in an instant, you'd forgotten the camcorder was there, and it felt like every other time you'd expressed your carnal desire for one another.

His hand ran up your back, to the nape of your neck, his fingers grabbing a hold of the ends of your hair. He jerked your head away, a gasp leaving your lips from his roughness, as he forced you down on your knees.

With one hand still in your hair, his other worked at the zip on his jeans, pulling down his boxers next to reveal his already aching erection to you.

"Now be a good girl, and take my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours," he said, running his tip along your soft lips. You nodded graciously, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, and guiding it towards your open mouth.

You sucked softly on the tip, moaning loudly as you tasted his pre cum, sure to make sure the camera pick up every one of your euphoric noises.

"Oh, just like that, such a little fucking whore," Rory groans, pushing your mouth further onto him, taking almost all of it in your mouth. You tried to withheld your gags, as his tip brushed the back of your throat.

“Gag on it, I wanna hear it,” Rory seethed, his grip on your hair only getting tighter. You whimpered, looking up at him through wet lashes, as he continued to pound his cock into your mouth. He watched you with shuttering eyes as you took his hard length in his mouth, seamlessly leaving it costing in your saliva. You enjoyed giving Rory head; especially when he was rough, you fed off every grunt and every “fuck”, knowing that you were making him feel like he was on cloud nine.

“My god I need to fuck you right now,” he groaned, pulling his cock from your mouth and pulling you to stand. You didn’t get a chance to catch a breath, before he pushes you over to the vanity, right in front of the camera. He bends you over the table top, your ass in the air, as he unclips your lingerie from the middle. It pulls apart in two pieces, your already soaking wet folds on display for him to now marvel at.

Rory crouches down, now face level with your pussy, his fingers reaching out to rub against your swollen clit. You let out a moan of pleasure, as he touches you, his finger toying at your entrance.

“So fucking wet, you like it rough don’t you?” He asks harshly, before plunging a finger inside you, his knuckle grazing your folds. You let out a gasp as he adds another finger, moving them in and out of you at a steady speed. Your fingers grasp at whatever they can, as your eyes screw shut, stars painted across the inside of your eyelids.

“Oh fuck baby,” you breathe out, a whine escaping your lips as his fingers suddenly leave you. Everything was moving so fast, but you craved for his well-endowed length as much as he craved to give it to you.

Before Rory stands, his spreads your folds with his thumbs, spitting directly on your opening. The fire in your lower abdomen burned with passion as he stood, grabbing onto his length and positioning his tip at your entrance.

“How bad do you want it?” He asks, his tip running against your slit teasingly.

“So fucking bad, please Rory, I need you,” you plead pathetically, your face almost directly in front of the camera.

Rory doesn’t wait another moment, pushing his tip inside you, immediately stretching out your walls. He lets out a low groan, as he grips onto your hips, his fingers digging into your skin, only pushing himself further inside you. When he was all the way in, he slowly pulled out. Waves of bliss pulsed through your body from the stimulation on your core, making sure to part your lips and clench your eyes shut for the film, so everyone else knew how good it felt.

“You’re so fucking tight, such a needy cunt between your legs,” Rory said, more to himself, as he thrusts all the way back in slowly.

Suddenly, he picks up pace, moving you back onto his cock by your hips as he rocks all the way in, and all the way out again. Soon he was pounding into you to the beat of a silent drum, every thrust enticing loud moans and profanity from the pair of you.

His head hung back in pleasure as his lips parted, enjoying the feeling of being inside you, feeling you contract around him in titillation. It was an undeniably good feeling, having sex with Rory, but also knowing you could watch back on it later, that the moment didn’t have to end and could be on a continuous loop at your fingertips.

“You like when I fuck you like that?” Rory asks seductively, his thrusts slowing for only a moment as he awaited an answer.

You whimpered at the loss of traction, reaching behind you to try and pull him back into you. He only chuckled, moving his body away from your searching hand.

“Yes, please, more,” you choke out, your head falling forwards in desperation as Rory then continues to pound into you. His hand snaked around to your front, his fingers making contact with your throbbing clit and rubbing small circles.

Reaching behind you, you spread your cheeks and arched your back to help drive Rory’s cock in farther. The deep penetration sent your body into overdrive, falling into a moaning mess, feeling every push up against your g spot.

“That it baby, spread out for me, I wanna feel you cum around my cock,” Rory’s lips were by your ear, whispering words of dirty encouragement to you as you felt yourself approaching your sweet release.

With Rory massaging your engorged clit, and his balls slapping against your dripping pussy with every fast, deep thrust the knot in your stomach finally untied. Gushing around him, Rory let out a low growl, feeling every contraction and working you through your orgasm.

“That’s it baby, fucking cum for me,” he nipped at your earlobe, your legs shaking as you tried to take his last few thrusts before his own release.

“Gonna cum,” Rory said briefly, his fingernails digging into the skin of your hips as he finally met with his climax, his warm load coating your pulsing walls.

He pulled out shortly after, hastily reaching for the camcorder, as you remained bent over the vanity, breathless, feeling like you’d just had the best sex of your entire life. Rory crouched down behind you again, his camcorder viewing his semen as it dripped from your exposed core, down the inside of your thigh, mixed with your own arousal.

He turned off the video, pacing over to his laptop on his desk, pulling up his pants as he walked.

“That’s a wrap baby!” He said excitedly, earning a small defeated laugh from you.

You finally stood up, taking a deep breath of composure, following him over to his desk and taking a seat in his lap.

He reached around you to plug in his camcorder, pulling up the footage of your prior activities, waiting for it to transfer over.

“Now we get to watch it,” he said, pressing soft kisses to your neck, “you were so good, my little pornstar.”

Taglist/ @v-love @evanpetersfav @demxnicprxncess @kitwalkersgfff @quicksilversg1rl @dahmevan @charsdunkie @iruzias @alexxavicry

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midnightstar-90 · 3 years

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Being Married/Dating to Kai Anderson

Kai Anderson x Reader

Request: Anonymous ~head-canon Of the reader married to Kai Anderson

Warning: Signs of an Abusive Relationship

A/N: Sorry it’s short. I’ve never seen the whole Cult season, so I don’t know a lot. I hope you enjoy!

Pre-cult! Kai

Being with Pre-cult Kai would be heaven.

You guys would have either met in high school or college. (High School/College Sweethearts 🥰)

Your Promise Ring

Your Wedding/Engagement Ring

He would treat you like a queen.

If you were on your period, he would instantly shoot out of his seat, and head to the store to grab all your favorite things.

He wouldn’t rush into things like sex or kids. He’s veeery kind and gentle.

During your anniversary, Kai would move everything aside to make sure you had the best anniversary ever.

Same thing for Valentine's Day, but with a lot more gifts, chocolates, and cheesy teddy bears with the roses in their hands.

If someone attacked you, Kai definitely wouldn’t be the strongest, but he would defend you to the best of his ability.

Overall, pre-cult Kai would be a good husband that would satisfy your every need, and love you to the best of his ability. He may not know the best way to show love, but he tries.

Cult! Kai

Cult Kai is a different story. He's the complete opposite of Pre-Cult Kai.

You are his main supporter.

Your Promise Ring

Your Wedding/Engagement Ring

You have no idea that meadow flirts with Kai

You met him as a supporter for his campaign.

He would spoil you… Especially when he’s sorry for something he did to you.

You would definitely be his queen. You'd be the queen in the background.

He wants to make a messiah baby with you.

He is able to manipulate you, like he does the cult.

During special events (Like your anniversary or Valentines), Kai wouldn’t put his ‘meetings’ before those, but he always finds a way to make it up to you. On your birthday, it’s your day, so Kai would probably hold off on the ‘meeting’ till after you're asleep. (It’s your day. No asshole Kai.)

He doesn’t want you anywhere near the cult.

When he’s in a ‘meeting’, he will lock you in your shared bedroom, so you can’t get into the ‘meeting’... or go to the police.

You choose to stay away from Kai, when he’s mad. (Especially after ‘meetings’) When he gets angry, he may physically or verbally hurt you, but he feels bad after.

You still care about Kai, no matter how abusive he can get.

Overall, Kai loves you, but his ‘mission’ comes first. He still finds time for you. He really doesn’t know how to properly show you he loves you.

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spunkpunx · 3 years

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I Don’t Share - Kai Anderson

Plot: Reader is the only person who Kai Anderson ever really listened to.

Word count: 1899

Warnings: SMUT, Manipulative reader, Smoking, Blood, Aggressive Sex, Mocking, It’s AHS Cult so it’s gonna be dark, Misogyny

I walked down the steps, into the basement. The place he dwelled. The dark web was a strange place, full of internet trolls, but something about Kai Anderson was different. Something in his words garnered attention, and now, it was time to find out.

“Hello?” I called out confidently. At this point in my life, nothing scared me, not even death, but my survival was important. After all, what could I achieve from beyond the grave? To be without fear is to be dangerous.

“Who are you?” a voice called out from the sofa. The man sat there was not the man I expected to see, and I was pleasantly surprised.

“Kai Anderson?” I queried, and he nodded. I had expected someone much less attractive, but Kai’s dark eyes, handsome face and fit body were all things that played into my hands. His eyes bore into me as I walked into the room and sat opposite him. he wore sweatpants, and his shoulder length hair was dyed blue.

“Answer my question, bitch,” he snapped at me, but I just looked at him disapprovingly, taking a cigarette from my pocket and lighting it. He glared at my lack of response, but I made sure to take my time before I replied.

“When a dog bites it’s master, they take it into the yard and put a bullet in its head,” I calmly spoke, resisting a smile at the taken aback expression on his face. The surprise soon turned into rage, and he stood up and grabbed me by the collar of my t-shirt, making me jump.

“I don’t even know you! No bitch will be the master of me!” Kai yelled, and I met his eyes with a level gaze. I gave him a look, a look of indifference, and he released me from his grasp. He stood above me.

“Sit down Kai, I’m not speaking to you until you sit.”

“Fuck off.”

I met his eye with a steely glare, and reluctantly, he took a seat the other side of the coffee table.

“Now, I’m (y/n) (l/n), and I came to see you because I need you,” I began to explain. Kai raised an eyebrow. “There’s something about you Kai, that shocks people, that commands attention, but you’re wasting it away sat sweating in this shitty basement.”

He leant foreword in his seat, starting to listen more attentively. It was almost too easy.

“Now I have a proposal, because I need you to realise your potential,” I continued, and he was captivated.

•

The cult had been running for just over a month. Of course, no one had identified it as what it was yet, but it was coming together as intended. When I first met Kai, I wanted to rile him up and let him lose to wreak havoc on the world, to scare people into action, but after speaking to him, I realised an intelligence more than I had initially thought. It was a waste not to push him forward into something on a national level. Of course, he had been harder to break than I first thought, but eventually I had had him wrapped around my finger using the only weapon women had against men, the weapon that sat between my legs.

Within the ring I took the position of Kai’s right hand and lover, his assistant, and it was widely assumed that I was abused and too love struck by our “Divine Ruler” to realise. As much as they admired him, they feared him. In reality, I was in control. Everything Kai had become was because of me.

I knew I had control at the first “pinky ritual”. As soon as our fingers made contact he dived into the first questions, but by that point I’d already won. He was angry, emotional, irrational. I’d got under his skin. It didn’t take long for me to turn the questioning round onto him, and soon he was spilling his guts to me. Everything about his parents, his brother and sister, every fear, hate, love and regret in his life he gave to me. We had sex and with that he’d given me all of his power.

Despite the impression that the rest of the cult held, Kai was ready to lick the shit off of my shoe if I asked. Of course, that didn’t mean I had absolute control. His ideas were his own, I just gave him a push in the right direction. After the killing of Bob Thompson and his gimp, I had pulled Kai’s mask off and kissed him, hard, to show my appreciation. He pulled our bodies closer together and when he brushed his finger across my lip I could taste the blood on it. From that point on, there was no better sight for me than a bloodied Kai Anderson.

•

“I don’t share Kai,” I stated, coldly, as he walked down into the basement. I had been sat on the sofa, waiting for him to return.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie to me,” I spat. “You’ve been upstairs fucking Mrs. Lavender,” I pointed out, referring to Meadow.

“There’s a reason,” he defended himself simply. “She needed to think I loved her so she’ll be willing to die for me. It’s exactly what you asked.”

“I don’t think you understand,” I replied slowly, opening my legs to reveal no underwear on beneath my skirt, and I noticed Kai’s next words catch in his throat. “You belong to me. To this.” I gestured my womanhood. He knelt in front of me on the floor, tracing his hands along my thighs, temptation in his eyes.

“No, I don’t,” Kai spat. I snapped my thighs shut and he pulled his hands away sharply. “I am the Divine Ruler,” he announced, standing to lean over me, taking my throat in his hand and squeezing slightly. I looked him back in his dark eyes coolly, daring him to do what he was threatening to do. Kai didn’t have the strength in him to kill me.

“I made you what you are.” I felt his grip tighten. “You’re nothing without me,” I croaked, my voice hoarse as he cut off my breath. His grip tightened more, and for a moment I almost considered he might go through with it. I saw a tear run down his face and then he let go. He dropped his head, tears running down his face, and I opened my arms to him. He dropped down to the sofa, next to me, falling into my embrace. He buried his head into my shoulder and sobbed, while I stroked his hair, shushing him.

“I’m sorry,” he almost whimpered. I pushed him down of the sofa, back on his knees in front of me, opening my legs. He sighed in appreciation, his eyes darkening with lust. As he reached his hand towards my leg I smacked it away.

“No, you have to beg,” I instructed. He looked up to meet my eye. There’s nothing more dangerous than a humiliated man, he had once said, but here he was, willing to get down on his knees in front of me and beg for my attention.

“Please, forgive me, (y/n). Let me touch you,” he pleaded pathetically. I leant forward and took his jaw in my hand, guiding his lips up to meet my own. He desperately leaned into the kiss, sitting up on his knees to pull us closer. His hand ran along my thigh and brushed across my heat, and when I didn’t pull away he rubbed the rough pad of his thumb against my clit before pushing a finger inside of me. I let myself moan against his kiss. He added another finger and curled them inside of me, swallowing my noises up with his lips. I pulled away from the kiss, panting.

“I want you to show me how much you hate me Kai,” I told him, and he removed his fingers from me, confused. I continued, pulling my shirt over my head leaving me in my bra. “Oh, I know you do. The way I make you feel confused, the way I treat you. I let you know how much of a piece of shit you are and you let me tell you that. What kind of man are you? You hate the way I make your prick harder than anyone else could,” I tease, reaching to grab his erect cock through his trousers. I pull my knees back, showing my full pussy out in front of him and that’s all he takes to snap. He stands up and pushes me down on the couch, kneeling himself between my knees before pulling his shirt over his head. It’s hard not to admire his muscular body. It’s no wonder he could get people to believe he was their god, he looked exactly like one. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, freeing his cock from his boxers and stroking it while looking at me.

“You’re right,” he told me harshly, grabbing my jaw and resting his thumb in my mouth so I kept it open. “I do fucking hate you.” With that he leant forward towards me and spat directly into my mouth. His harsh words were making me drip with lust. Without any warning he plunged his cock into my warmth, grunting and dropping his hands to my grip onto my waist and the flesh of my stomach. He pounded into me relentlessly, letting out small moans of pleasure. I panted, and when he hit a spot inside of me I let out a breathy moan. I felt a sting across my face, realising that he’d slapped me. He moved a hand to my thigh, pressing it back toward my chest. He growled as he hit my cervix, his hands heavy and his grip tight. Kai grabbed my throat and leant over my body to give the most bruising kiss, and as he pushed my legs back, his cock hit even deeper in me. I even whimpered as he mercilessly pounded into me, harder and harder. His kiss travelled, down my neck, and I felt him take the skin between his teeth, leaving bite marks. I took his head in my hands, fingers tangled in his hair, and I connected our mouths once more, tongues and teeth colliding. He let out another desperate moan. Even when he hated me I still controlled him. The room was filled with the sound of wet kisses and skin slapping. I felt the pleasure build and reached down to rub myself, reaching a shuddering climax and clenching around Kai. He let out a groan and swore, pounding into me faster, his thrusts sloppy. He pulled my bra down and grabbed onto my tits, desperately panting and he brought himself closer to finish. I could do nothing but moan and tremble as his thrusting overstimulated me. His breathy moans brought me to finish a second time, a wave of pleasure hitting me and making me shake again. Kai groaned, pushing himself balls deep inside me and spilling hot cum. He collapsed down on top of me and I let him rest his head on my chest, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing the top of his head.

“I do think I could love you, Kai,” I murmured against his hair, and I had no reason to say it, but I truly meant it.

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet* // Tate Langdon

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He makes sure you’re ok and that you didn’t get hurt. Then he’ll cuddle with you while you both fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

Mouth. He loves to see your smile, and thinks it’s the most beautiful sight in the world. He also likes some other stuff your mouth can do 😉.

C = Cum (where they like to cum)

Tits. He likes watching his cum drop off your tits, he thinks it’s really hot.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you guys started dating he would spend time in your room without making himself visible to you. He watched you pleasure yourself and sometimes pleasured himself to the sounds of your moans.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not super experienced, considering you’re the first person he’s had sex with.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he loves seeing your face while he’s fucking you senseless.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s pretty serious, but he’ll sometimes crack a joke here and there.

H = Hair (do they like hair pulling?)

He loves it. Of course he’d never tell you though. But he absolutely loves it when you tug on his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It’s usually pretty intimate, unless he’s angry at someone. If he’s mad, he takes his frustrations out and you, and you secretly love it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Like I said before, he used to do it while watching you masturbate. But since you guys have started dating, he doesn’t really do it anymore, since if he’s horny he’d just go to you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a daddy kink. He loves hearing you scream daddy. It makes him feel like he has power over you, and he loves it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bedroom. Since it’s his old room and your new room, you both feel most comfortable there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When he’s sees you bite your lip or lick your lips while you’re focusing on something. He thinks it’s incredibly hot and it always turns him on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never do anything that actually hurt you. He would never do anything with weapons or violence or anything that has a chance of hurting you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes when you blow him, but he absolutely loves eating you out. Having you squirm and moan on his tongue is incredibly hot to him. Plus he loves it when you come on his face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He usually is pretty fast, but will go slow and sensual if you had a bad day or something.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t particularly like them, he would rather take the time to fuck you right.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He be opening to trying anything you wanted to, as long as it won’t harm you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He usually can last 2-3 rounds.

T = Toys (do they use toys?)

He doesn’t particularly like toys, and neither do you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man LOVES to tease you. He loves it when you’re begging him to fuck you or let you cum. He loves unraveling you slowly and making you wait for release.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not too loud. He softly grunts and moans here and there, but he’s usually too busy kissing your neck to make noises.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves seeing you wear his clothes after sex. You like to grab one of his shirts and wear it to bed after you guys had sex, and it usually makes him want to fuck you again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s about 6 inches.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s pretty high, but nothing too crazy. He is a teenage boy after all.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep pretty quickly after making sure you have everything you need. Once he’s sure you’re ok, he’ll pass out with his arms wrapped around you.

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twinkiemaximoff · 3 years

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Kinktober: Day Eight - Casting Couch

Rory Monahan x GN!Reader

woah 😳 2 posts 1 day? crazy

TW: nsfw!!! sub!rory, thigh riding, casting couch kink

Tags: @mossybank @undeadcortez @americxn @mrgallantt @tatestripedsweater @evanmybeloved @fictional-men-that-i-stan @cordeliagoodes-gardenshears @quickiesgirl

Normally, Rory was the most confident person in the room, never shy, and overall not afraid to say or do what he wanted. But with you, it was like he was a completely different person and he didn't know how to deal with that. Nervous, his heart speeding up whenever you were around, fumbling over his words. You had him indefinitely wrapped around your finger, and everyone could tell. Even Audrey's teased him about it once or twice and nobody was surprised when the two of you eventually got together and got married of all things.

You were a famous casting director, working along with Sidney on My Roanoke Nightmare and you were the one who had got Rory the job in the first place. He had been brimming with excitement that whole week after you called him in after his audition, asking to speak with him. But excitement turned into nerves once the day finally came and he had to actually meet up with you.

You were gorgeous for one but your whole demeanor, your confidence practically radiating off of you and that look in your eyes as you peered over at him, you're lips stretched into what he could only describe as a shark-like grin. It made him feel like prey being hunted for sport— and he would be lying if he said the thought didn’t appeal to him a little bit. Plus this gig was such an important one, he couldn't risk fumbling it, making a fool out of himself in front of you with no job being the cherry on top. How could he not be a little nervous?

Your eyes bore into Rory as he stepped into the casting room, and you wordlessly nodded towards the leather couch pressed firmly up against the opposite wall. He gave a quick grin and nodded, heading over to it with a hum.

“So,, you wanted to talk? Hope my audition was good enough for you,, I mean—“ Rory starts, fumbling over his words and you raise your eyebrows as his face turns about as red as the hair on his head. He stops dead in his tracks though as you bark an order at him, voice firm yet soft, unique in your own way. To sit down, Monahan. And Rory does, his mouth snapping shut as his ass collides with the soft leather of the couch. He watches you, intently as if waiting in anticipation, fingers picking nervously at some worn, frayed pieces of the cushion under him.

You grin that shark-toothed grin again as you stalk over to him, slowly yet with no hesitation in your steps. He's trembling by the time you reach him, standing firmly in-between his legs and grabbing his chin in delicate fingers, brushing your thumb against his bottom lip. The action draws out a whimper from him, soft, barely noticeable but you catch it, humming gently.

"So eager to please, huh? I'm surprised you didn't drop down to your knees, Monahan." And his eyes are wide, almost akin to a deer in headlights because— because this was a joke right? It had to be a joke, you were making fun of him. Right? But you didn’t burst out into laughter, no, but instead leaned in closer, your eyes full of lust, not a glint of humor in them. And you begin speaking again, your voice becoming soft instead of cold and teasing, just for a moment as you seek out his permission to continue, “do you want this?”

And Rory nods, so rapid, so eager that he thinks his neck might snap if he keeps it up so he drops it in favor of begging for it, no matter how embarrassed he is by it. Which you seem to favor as well, eyes glinting as words pour from his rosy lips, flickering over them and his equally rosy cheeks.

“Fuck— God, please,, I want it! I need it, please, please— I’ll do anything (Y/N). Anything you want, anything you wanna give me j-just,, please—“ And Rory would continue all night if you wanted, but you cut him off, leaning in to pull him into a heated kiss. Your hands come up to tug at short red locks and he groans into your mouth, his own coming to tangle in your shirt. God, you were so perfect.

Soon enough, you’d stripped him of his shirt and joined him on the couch, hauling him into your lap. He squirms in your grasp as you bite and nip on his skin, hands trailing all along and squeezing at his sensitive sides, and he whines, rolling his hips against yours ever so slightly.

"What do you want, Monahan? You've gotta tell me, puppy." You coo, smiling softly against his kiss-bitten chest, hands coming down to still his hips. The nickname has him a mess, almost instantly, his pupils blown wide. This was all going so fast. And it all felt too good to be true. You were his potential boss, you couldn't do this, could you? Yet here you were, reducing him to putty in your very hands, something he never thought possible. But he can't bring himself to care right now. "Puppy,, come on, sweetheart."

Rory stutters, his eyes squeezing shut when he feels your teeth graze his skin again, before your lips attach to one of his nipples, drawing out a gasp from him. He arches into your touch, eyes slipping shut as you suck on the sensitive bud, swirling your tongue around it.

"F-fuck, oh my god,, a-anything, just please touch me— I need to cum!” Rory whines, throwing his head back when you deliver a harsh bite to his nipple before pulling back, cocking your eyebrow at him. He’s rock hard in his jeans now, probably making a whole mess in his boxers and you hum, tapping his side gently as you think.

“No. If you want me to touch you, you’ve got to earn it. I think,,” You begin, trailing off before you can finish and Rory balks, fingers gripping your shirt as he waits for you to continue. “I think you should ride my thigh. Make a mess in these jeans,, and maybe I’ll l think about indulging you next time.”

Rory pouts and goes to argue, plead but the promise of a next time has his ears perking up and he thinks he could handle this— especially if he got more time in your arms down the line. He nods, pulling his lip under his teeth as he ruts against you again.

“S-so,, there’s gonna be a next time then?” He questions, his own grin spreading across his features, pride brimming in his veins when your eyes flicker up to his, cheeks burning just the same as his own when you realize your slip up. “Y’know,, I hope you don’t do this with every actor who walks in here.”

This prompts a roll of your eyes, the color of them and the kiss you press to his jaw making him swoon, especially so when you reach around to cup his bum, guiding his hips into yours.

“No,, just the cute ones— which has just been you. Though if you want a next time,, you gotta work for it baby.” You croon, voice low and your breath hot against Rorys ear when you lean in, still guiding his hips, so perfectly. His brows knit together and he hears shuffling outside, suddenly very aware of where you both are and that he doesn’t remember you locking the door. You could get caught at any moment. You seem to notice him hesitate and shush him, tapping at his thigh gently. “Keep going, puppy.”

Letting out a whimper, Rory’s head whipping over to the door for a moment before coming back to meet you, hazy doe eyes peering down into your own. And despite his hesitation, his cock is throbbing in his jeans, the thrill of the whole thing almost pushing him over the edge.

When you unbutton his pants though, and slip your hand down in them to pull his member out of his confines, bouncing against his belly when you tug the slacks down the best you can before pulling him flush against you again. He’s slick with precum, the substance dripping down his length as he gasps and moans, rutting against you with a rushed pace, chasing his approaching orgasm. He should be embarrassed by how quick he got there, but there’s not a single ounce of shame left in his body at this point. He can’t bring himself to care.

“Shit, Monahan. Knew how good you’d be from the moment I saw you but,, I never could’ve imagined this,,” you hum, wrapping your hand around his cock, letting him practically thrust into it as he grows closer and closer, admiring the flushed tip contrasting with your own skin. You shush Rory as he whimpers, peppering kisses along his jaw and speaking between them. “Such a good boy for me though,, so perfect. Do you think you can cum for me pup?”

Through nods and pleas, Rory does— rutting up into your hand and decorating it with hot white cum until he’s squirming in your lap, trembling at the overstimulation. You milk him dry before you half your movements, wiping your hand off on his jeans before carding it through his shorts locks again. You smooth it back, pressing a kiss to Rorys temple as he slumps over against your shoulder with a whine, curling up as close as possible. He waits for you to order him up and out of your office but those harsh words never come, instead what comes after surprises him.

“Well,, I think you’ll be glad to know— you got the part. And a date with me,, if you want it.”

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novelist-nerd-blog · 5 years

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Leave Pt. 2 - Rory Monahan Imagine

Notes- Continuation of Leave

Words- 819

"Shit," you muttered as you bent over to pick up yours keys. You unlocked the door to your small, rundown apartment and sat your bags of groceries on the kitchen counter. Your new home wasn't much to look at. It was a studio with some sheets strung across it to hide your make-shift bedroom from view. You'd been living there for a little over a month now and had finally began to settle in. You picked up your tv remote that was barely being held together by layers of duct tape and pressed the power button. You listen to the tv as you place all of your newly purchased food in the proper places. Living alone really wasn't going all that badly for you. There was roof over your head and you buy food or clothing for yourself whenever you truly needed it. There was one time you splurged a little on your shopping.

You walked over to you closet and pulled out a tight dress that perfectly curved to your figure. The clothes you had on were quickly tugged on and replaced by the dress and a nice pair of heels. Let's face it, you had been without almost any attention whatsoever for over a month and wanted to get some. You made sure you were looking as best as you possibly could before dashing out your door and taking a cab to one of the more popular clubs in the city. It took some time for you to make your way through all of the people and straight to the bar. As you sat down on one of the stools the bartender asked, "So what'll you be having tonight?"

"Give me the cheapest alcoholic thing you have."

"It's that kind of night, huh?"

"You have no idea," you answered as he slid you a cup of unidentifiable. You stayed just like that, drinking and talking to the bar tender. The feeling of drunkenness was slowly making its way through your body. You were getting ready to get up and mingle with some of the other people when a familiar boy sat down next to you. "Of course," you said as you rolled your eyes.

"So you ran away to New York?"

"Clearly, that's where we are right now, Rory."

"Y/N are you drunk?"

"Pfff, no."

"What have you been doing," he asked

"Working at a little coffee shop, mostly."

"That doesn't sound too bad."

"Why are you talking to me? The airport could have been the end of all of this and we could have never had to talk to each other again," you looked directly into his eyes and awaited his answer.

"Honestly, when I saw you sitting here I thought about not coming over here and just going somewhere else. But I couldn't do that, not when you're this close to me."

"But why, Rory?"

" I miss you, Y/N. I miss getting to talk to you about what I'm working on or hanging out with you when I'm bummed out about something. I've tried texting you and calling you, but you don't answer." Your expression softened a bit and you began to fidget with your hands.

"I miss you too."

"Can we go somewhere to be alone? I don't care where," he pleaded.

"Let's go to the hotel down the street," you said as you grabbed onto his hand to lead him out of the building.

Rory slid the card into the door and pushed it upon to reveal the stylish, yet simple hotel room. As soon as the door shut behind you, you pulled Rory close to you with your back against the door. "Y/N," he said, "What are you doing?" Without any hesitation you leaned in close and placed your lips hard against his. At first he stood there in shock without any movements, which almost caused you to stop. He let out a soft moan before nipping at your bottom lip and pushing you against the door. His hands were above your head, to steady himself as his pelvis slowly grinded against your own. You placed your hands on his stomach and traced the outline of his muscles before tugging at his shirt. It was then, that he finally realize what he was doing. "We can't do this," he said pacing across the room. You followed over to him and rested a hand on his arm, "Why not? Just one night?"

"This isn't right. If I ever found you I told Mom and Dad that I'd bring you back, not screw you. No matter how much it kinda seems like we both want to."

"They don't have to know any of this happened."

"I'm going to go get my own room here, Y/N. We can both stay in separate rooms tonight and just talk about things in the morning."

"Rory," you whispered as he walked out the door.

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