#ahs coven imagine

[the-fandom-abyss]

Greenhouse Messes

Cordelia Goode x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst ❀

Word Count: 1,305 words

A/N: I hope you enjoy this new injection for Cordelia @lexi1109 🥰

The air around the academy, shifted from fresh to stale as you working inside the greenhouse. The lively plants whispering amongst themselves, debating on whether a danger resides outside. A few twigs cracked under a weight of an invisible source, just outside the door. This drew your attention from the garden bed you were preparing.

"What are you not telling me?" To any normal person, you would be certifiably insane with the way you spoke to yourself. For you, nature always responded, they held the answers to more questions than you could possibly ask. Wind seeped through the bottom of the door, bringing in a cold draft. The action sent shivers down your spine. "Witch hunters" you whispered, responding to the message. "Do I have time?" The flowers sagged like one would when they dropped their head in sadness. That caused the panic to vibrate within your bones. You were too far from the house to alert the others, too close to the danger to escape alive. All you could do was protect the ones you loved, even if their focus was gravitated elsewhere.

Cautious steps were taken towards the exotic eyes flitting from shadow to shadow. With a shaky breath, you entered the gloomy outdoors, filled with monsters. Bare feet made contact with the soft grass below, sensing the vibrations within the soil. You walked with conviction towards the front entrance of the academy, hoping you could make it to at least the front step. The ground shook below you, alerting to a threat. They were running hard and fast towards you, which meant they all had eyes on you. Leaning down, you connected your hands to the life below, communicating through touch. The wind began to blow, the trees began to rustle and nature was ready to harnessed. Vines stretched through the cracks of the soil, whipping into view. They wrapped around the legs of the hunter that was fast approaching, pulling him into the air.

"You bitch" he said through gritted teeth as he fought against the vine. Thorns protruded through the greenery, piercing the body of the man. He screamed in pain as the thorns continued to grow, ultimately sealing his fate. The vibe threw him to the side, searching for its next victim. When a team of ten came into view, you were quick to realise just how outnumbered you were. Tree branches snapped and bent into shape, creating makeshift arms. They reached for bodies that were close, collecting as many as they could. That didn't stop a small group from invading, slashing your back in the process. A wail ripped through your throat at the sudden sensation. The branches faulted for only a moment before regaining its strength. It was enough for some men to slip through, charging at you. In a blink of an eye, those men were lunging for you, tackling you to the floor. They plunged a knife in each hand, twisting them for extra damage. In that moment, all you could think of was one person, one name on the tip of your tongue.

"Cordelia!" You screamed, as they continued to slice your skin. It was an extension of your power, a sense that could no longer be used. A light was turned on upstairs, a silhouette of Cordelia painted on the curtain. Hope twinkled in your eyes at the thought that she could hear you. "Cordelia" another scream left you lips, losing it strength as the blood spilled from your cuts. Another silhouette joined Cordelia within the room. It could only be described as Misty, Cordelia's newest obsession. That was what was given to you in your last moments. The sight of your love, entertaining another woman while witch hunters hunted you for sport.

Blood coated the floor below like a crimson sunset that graced the horizon. The earth fluttered underneath you, urging you to fight back, use all the strength you had left. Yet, all you could do was whisper Cordelia's name and succumb to the pain that radiates through your body. The men laughed above you, enjoying the thrill of the hunt and how they could bring a witch to her untimely demise.

"Y/N!" Nan shouted, drawing the witch hunters attention. They tossed your drained essence to the ground, setting their sights on the young girl. Something inside you crackled, sparks firing through your very being. The idea of Misty with Cordelia, Nan being brutally attacked by witch hunters, fuelled the fire within. Thunder began to roll through the sky, dark clouds followed closely behind. The hunters stopped in their tracks, searching the area for the next surprise. What they didn't expect was a bolt of lightning to strike the body they had left for dead. The charges flowed through your veins, body lifting from the ground. Electrical charges swirled around you as your eyes glowed a bright golden. With a pained scream from your lips, branches from the trees shifted and snapped, shooting out like barbs. The branches finding home in each of the hunters chests, rendering them motionless.

The energy softly floated you to the ground, where Nan was able to reach you. With all her strength, she reached under your body and pulled you towards the house. The entrance foyer was newly decorated with the blood that continued to flow from your wounds. The force within the house shifted when Nan crossed the threshold. It was sensed amongst the coven, grabbing at their attention. The first to descend the stairs was Cordelia, eyes fixated on the scene in front of her.

"Y/N" she gasped, falling to her knees next to you. Her hands reached out to pull you into her lap, wanting nothing but to heal you. When you flinched at her movement, moving closer into Nan, her heart fell to her stomach. "Let me help you, please" she pleaded, unsure of what caused the turn of your emotions.

"She doesn't want your help"

"Stop being stubborn, I need to heal you or you'll die"

"You were supposed to be with her tonight"

"What?"

"A date in the greenhouse and you never showed"

"Oh Y/N, I'm so sorry" tears silently travelled down the rosy cheeks of Cordelia. The sting in her heart, knowing that she could have prevented this, if she had just paid more attention.

"Misty was more important" Cordelia was taken aback by the comment, trying to understand how you knew. "She saw you in your room, she called out for you but you couldn't hear her"

"Honey, I am so so sorry. I lost sight of what was important and in turn lost sight of you. This is all my fault" she should have been with you, she should have been able to protect you. All her focus had been directed to the newcomer Misty and had ignored her connection with you. This small distraction cause her to break the link she had with you. In doing so, she left you defenceless to the world around you, if only she could go back in time.

Regret and guilt swirled inside Cordelia as they battled one another. It trapped her in silence, so frozen that she was unable to claw herself out.“It’s so quiet” Nan’s voice broke through her haze, Cordelia’s eyes snapping towards the young girl.

“Y/N let me help!” Her hands twitched with urgency, she wanted nothing more than to channel her energy through you.

“I love you” slipped from Nans lips, the final thoughts and words of the woman that saved the school. Cordelia may have broken the connection, but she felt every last ache that you had felt. She absorbed the hurt and anguish and carried it upon her shoulders. All she had left were the memories that you shared and even then, they couldn’t compare to you.

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[evanchantingpeters]

All my feminism goes out the window when I lay eyes on this man... Uff😬

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[frankenkyle19]

Unsupervised Tablet Time

Description: Kyle is on his tablet late at night. He somehow managed to get onto a porn sight, and found himself with a hard on. But you’d help him right? The only problem was? You were asleep

warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, a bit of a crazed Kyle at one point, he makes the reader touch him while she’s sleeping (or so he thinks, she’s not actually asleep), Kyle crying, tooth rotting fluff. (I didn’t mean to make this as fluffy as I did, but it’s Kyle and I couldn’t resist)

word count: 3k (woooo, I think this is the longest fic I’ve ever written)

Realistically it wasn’t his fault that he stumbled across porn while watching videos on his tablet. All it took was one click, one link and bam. 

He was sucked in. Completely enthralled. Eyes wide as he watched the two people move on screen, their noises muffled in his headphones as he watched, completely entranced. The way their bodies move against each other as the man rutted against the woman, thrusting into her at a harsh, unrelenting pace. Kyle had been so mesmerized by the video that he barely noticed the way his cock twitched in his pants, begging for some kind of relief.

He did finally realize though when he shifted from his criss cross applesauce position to relax more against the bed and his thigh brushed against his erection. He paused, blinking in confused curiosity as he carefully poked at his groin with his pointer finger. The sounds that were playing right into Kyle’s ears weren’t at all helping the situation. From the sound of slapping skin to the moans the girl was letting off. It sparked something inside him. 

He pawed at his clothed cock with a clumsy hand, a quiet, surprised groan coming from his lips. That felt good. But not enough. He needed more. More more more. 

Still though, it was late at night and he knew everyone was asleep, and even though he didn’t quite understand, he figured this isn't something you did around everyone. Even in his hazed state, he knew that he didn’t want to get caught. Maybe he should just go back to watching videos. 

He turned his attention back to the tablet, frowning as he saw the video had ended, but soon enough a bunch more popped up in recommendation and he clicked on one of them, excitedly watching, eyes flicking across the screen as the video loaded.

It started out with a woman lying across a bed, stark naked. She began touching herself and Kyle mewled, reaching out and touching the screen in a desperate attempt to touch the woman. He groaned in frustration at his failed attempt, eyebrows furrowed at the growing pressure in his pants that was becoming more and more uncomfortable.

His eyes were laser focused on the girl's cunt, his tongue lolling from his mouth again. He longed to bury his face between her thighs. It was like an instinct. Or a memory…He wasn’t sure.

Soon enough there was a bit more action on the screen, a man crawling on top of her as they began to passionately make out. Kyle copied the movements of their lips, looking as if he was kissing air, which looked quite odd if anywhere were to walk in the room. He was so curious about anything and everything. Maybe a little too much at times.

It got heated fast, and Kyle’s brain struggled to keep up. The camera panned to a different angle, a closer one. The man stroked his cock a few times before lining it up with the woman’s entrance, carefully pushing it into her. It was as if Kyle was the one shoving his cock into someone’s warm heat by the way he reacted. He let out a groan, hand flying to his pants as he squeezed his dick, possibly too hard. He didn’t like his hands. Didn’t like his touch. He was too clumsy. He needed something else and he was growing frustrated.

His tablet and headphones were soon abandoned on his bed as he stood up, very determined now to get some relief. He found a lot of comfort in you, so surely you would make him feel better, right? He had no clue that he could just take care of his ‘little’ issue himself. You did everything for him, so obviously you could do this too.

So he made his way to your room, creeping as carefully as his clumsily coordinated body could. He closed the door behind him, having some sense to be quiet and not to wake the others. When he found you asleep he frowned. He didn’t want to wake you, but at the same time he needed your help so bad. 

He took a seat on the edge of your bed, mouth drawn down into a pout as he thought long and hard about what he should do. He finally couldn’t stand it any longer and crawled up the bed beside you, being as quiet as possible, eyes widening every time the bed creaked. He reached under the covers for your hand and gently pulled it out, holding it in his own for a second. You were so warm. So much warmer than Kyle’s undead body, and your touch held so much comfort.

He carefully brought your hand down to the bulge in his pants, letting it rest there as he bucked up against it. A breathy whine slipped from his chapped lips as he blinked a few times, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he ground his hips up against your hand. 

Once he saw that you weren’t stirring, he got a bit bolder, trying to find a way to maneuver your hand into his pants, and much to his dismay, was unable to do so. He continued to grind against your hand, cock heavy and throbbing under the confines of his sweats and boxers. He scooted away from you a bit to try and slip his pants off clumsily, clunky hands grabbing at the waistband with a heavy grunt.

Little did Kyle know you’d woken quite a bit ago. Really the moment he sat on your bed, you just pretended to be asleep to see what he would do. To say you were surprised would be an understatement. Your sweet, innocent Kyle grinding desperately against your hand in the middle of the night? While he thought you were asleep?

Your face was covered in a bright pink blush, but luckily the darkness of the room hid it from view. Not that he’d really suspect anything if he saw it anyways. The poor boy was a bit clueless. 

You felt him shifting beside you, trying to shimmy out of his pants and you wanted to turn and face him, to press a kiss to his cold, but sweet undead lips. You weren’t sure what had gotten into him. He’d never acted like this before.

You nearly shouted in surprise as his broad arms wrapped around your frame, snuggling up beside your back, his now naked lower half resting against the curve of your ass. He grumbled something that you couldn’t understand before he began to carefully grind against you.

Your breathing picked up and you knew you only had two choices.

Stay here and let him get off like this 

Help him 

And how could you not help him? Still, you decided to wait a few more moments, because his desperate actions amused you just a bit. 

It was when he buried his face against the crook of your neck and began to nip at the skin, your breath hitched. 

“Mmmm-“ he groaned against your ear, unaware that the proximity and his volume could wake you, because he also wasn’t aware that you already were awake. Just sitting and biding your time.

He rutted a few more times against your ass before biting down particularly hard against your shoulder, surely leaving marks.

You couldn’t help but wince, shooting up into a sitting position which startled Kyle. His eyes were wide as he looked at you, slowly blinking as he tried his best to gauge your reaction. He seemed to tense, waiting for some sort of reprimanding, or even a slap. But neither came, and he relaxed a bit, his worried expression morphing into that same look of need and desperation. 

You gave him a gentle smile, carefully reaching out to cup his cheek. “Oh baby, what happened to get you so worked up?” You asked, although you knew he probably couldn’t find a way to respond. He huffed, eyebrows furrowing once more as his lips turned into a pout. He so badly wanted to talk to you. To really be able to explain, but he just couldn’t, and it drove him to near insanity.

He leaned his cheek into your touch, much like a puppy rubbing up against a person for affection. You let your other hand reach up to brush through his beautiful blond curls, a quiet content sigh falling from his slightly parted lips. 

He grew fidgety once more, moving around to try and get comfortable and that’s when you realized that his little issue wasn’t just going to resolve itself. He needed to find a way to take care of it, and by the looks of things, it seemed like you needed to help him. 

“Kyle, I’m going to help you, okay?” You said slowly and clearly, making sure he understood you before you continued.

He perked up instantly, eyes wide and full of anticipation for what was to come. More of you. More of your touch. More more more. Help. You were going to help him.

He followed your lead as you laid him back on the bed, his limbs like deadweight as you tried to position him in the way you wanted. He tried his best to help you, always having to concentrate extra hard to move certain parts of his body. It had to do with his mind and body connection, something that had been severely damaged when he was brought back. 

Once you had successfully positioned him on the bed, arms laid out at his sides and his thighs open wide, you smiled, looking down at him. He was only wearing his dark blue t-shirt, bottom half naked and quivering a bit. His body was in constant motion, never really being able to be fully still. It was always either his hands, or his legs… maybe his face, but it was guaranteed that some part of him was always in motion.

“Okay, I’m going to help you now, if you want me to stop… if you aren’t liking it, I’ll stop. You just have to use your words, okay?” He nodded with a smile, dimples appearing on his cheeks and you so badly just wanted to pinch them.

Settling in between his thighs, your hands dragged across his legs, getting him used to your touch and not just jumping right into jerking him off, not wanting to overwhelm him and potentially get a bad reaction out of him. You always had to take things slow with Kyle.

With an almost feather light touch, you carefully traced the head of his cock with your pointer finger, humming softly as you glanced up at him to see what his expression would be, truly having no idea how he’d react.

Instantly his legs were trying to buck up into the touch, wanting more. Needing more. God he needed so much more of you. All of you. 

With a thick, garbled groan, he looked at you with pleading eyes, urging you to go on. To do more.

And you did just that. You gingerly wrapped your hand around his hard, leaking cock, being careful not to squeeze too much and startle him. You wanted to slowly introduce him to the pleasure and be able to build it up if he did want more.

Kyle, for the first time since he’d come back to life, felt hot. His body felt like it was on fire. A big pit of hot coals settled deep in his stomach, threatening to bubble up. A sheen of sticky sweat covered his forehead as his breathing got heavier, his scarred chest rising and falling with every stroke of your hand over his most intimate part.

“Mnrrrrggh- g-gooood.” He drawled, voice sounding more rough than usual as he panted, hands clenching and unclenching the bedsheets at his sides, not knowing what to do with his body.

“Just relax, Kyle. Let go, I’m right here.” You whispered in reassurance, wanting him to feel comfortable the whole time.

This was such an intimate action and you didn’t want to do anything to cause Kyle to react in a possibly dangerous way. 

Kyle let out a quiet, desperate whine, so overwhelmed by the feeling, but also at the same time, wanting more. Like he couldn’t get enough. 

Sensing this, you settled yourself more in between his legs, letting your tongue slip out and carefully swipe across his cockhead, causing him to nearly cry out at the feeling, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to make sense of the new, wonderful sensation.

You couldn’t help but smirk, carefully swiping your tongue across the tip a few more times before sinking down, lips wrapped tightly around his length as you bobbed your head a bit, stroking the rest that didn’t fit in your mouth.

Kyle was writhing on the bed, and to the naked eye, it would almost appear that he was in pain. You did worry for a second, but the way he opened his eyes and looked down at you told you he was just fine.

You sped up your hand, bobbing your head faster, the slick sound of Kyle’s cock hitting the back of your throat was driving him absolutely crazy and in an instant, you were thrown onto your back, Kyle tearing viciously at your clothes as he grunted, eyes dark and determined.

“Woah! Kyle- be careful- Hey!” You shouted as he ripped off your shirt, hands sweeping across your bare stomach before he pulled off your pajama pants as well.

Everything was happening so fast that you barely had time to think. You tried to sit up, to get Kyle to calm down, but he was so riled up that he couldn’t see reason. He attacked your neck with sloppy kisses and bites, marking you up.

He groaned in frustration as he tried to get your bra off but failed, moving on to your panties instead.

You winced as the harsh thread of fabric was ripped from you, leaving a red mark.

“Kyle! Just- slow down!” 

But he wasn’t listening, not really. He had climbed on top of you, trying to position his cock at your entrance before he slid in. A loud, relieved groan leaving his lips as he nearly collapsed onto you.

He was big, and it hurt. Especially since he had given you no time to adjust before he was moving at a steady rhythm, his hips snapping against yours as he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. 

Your body slowly began to adjust, letting him sink deeper into you. His thrusts didn’t have any particular rhythm to them. He just went in and out, in and out. 

With every thrust of his hips, his pelvis brushed against your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you.

You had barely noticed the way Kyle had stilled, soft cries coming from his lips as he was buried against your shoulder. You frowned, thinking that obviously something was wrong, so you pushed Kyle up a bit to get a good look at his face. He was crying. Fat teardrops rolled down his pale, scared face as he looked at you.

“Kyle? Kyle hey- woah look at me, what’s wrong?” You cupped his cheek, trying to sit up a bit, but it was hard because Kyle was still on top of you, as well as inside you.

He simply just shook his head at your question, leaning closer to you, nearly suffocating. It was as if he wanted to crawl inside your body. Just wanted to be as close as humanly possible.

“Kyle-“ you urged, still very worried about the boy on top of you. His thrusts had stopped and he was just crying, seemingly trying to form words, but unable to.

“I-I l-loo-“ he sniffled a bit, a tear dripping from his chin onto your bare breast. You shivered, focusing on his words to try and understand him. 

“Loooooove y-youuuu” he said, looking up at you proudly as he managed to get the words out.

You almost teared up at his confession. He was crying because he loved you? God, you’d never meet another human being as kind and selfless and just… sweet as him. He was one of a kind. 

He whimpered quietly as he began to thrust into you again, and you could tell he was close by the urgency in his thrusts.

“Shhh-“ you whispered, holding him close. Making sure he felt secure and loved. 

“I love you too Kyle. So much, such a good boy- fuck-“ you swallowed hard, grasping at Kyle’s back as he fucked into you, his body quivering as he pulled back a bit to look at you, seeming to ask without words if it was okay to cum. To let go. 

“I’ve got you, Kyle. Go ahead baby.” You cooed, and Kyle’s face contorted in the most beautiful display of pleasure you’d ever seen, his hips stilling after one particularly hard thrust. You felt as his warm seed filled you, and you cursed silently. He hadn’t worn a condom. It’d be fine though. You hoped. You were on birth control, but you knew that didn’t always work.

You relaxed into the bed, pulling a now exhausted Kyle with you. He pulled out of you shakily and curled up beside you, face buried in the crook of your neck as he closed his eyes. 

He was out like a light before you even had the chance to say another word. You got up to get cleaned up before you went to Kyle’s room, seeing the light still on.

And there, on the bed was his tablet, headphones still connected, and a random video pulled up on some porn website. How he had managed to find it astounded you, but you knew only two things.

You loved Kyle more than anyone in this world and would do everything in your power to keep him feeling safe and loved

He needed to be monitored while on his tablet from now on. 

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[kaiscumsock]

number one slut for kit walker

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[taintandviolent]

In the end of the night, I can feel your warmth. (Kyle Spencer x Reader)

summary: zombies eat brains... not pussies. WRONG. they actually eat them really well. 2.9K words!

warnings: 18+ below the cut!! smut (female receiveing), heavy heavy cunnilingus, s*xual guiding/coaching, praise (male receiving), carnal instincts, unga bunga brain Frankenkyle because it’s a serious problem I have, uhhhhhhh.

tags: @darlingjimmy @petersevans @kaiju-superstar @redwoodghost @kaismanwich @elsamars @thewolveswithin @marylovesevanpeters @80strashbag @iluwmycats @kai-slut @kaissweetlamb @twinkiemaximoff @evanpetersfansblog @spill-the-t @eventually27 @stucktothetwo @kai-andersons-blog @kai-anderson-whore @evansb1tch @viharmonscorner @yesdevineruler @anonymous0316 @enchanting-evan @fuckedbykai @nova-kayne67

ao3 link here! Full link below the cut!! Thank you to @redwoodghost​ and @kaiju-superstar​ for yet AGAIN beta-reading and sending me to the clouds.

“Mmmph….”

Three days earlier.

After a series of life altering events, you’d finally thrown your hands up and run away from home. The destination? Miss Robichaux’s School for Gifted Young Women, located in the mysterious city of New Orleans. As you rode the bus, one backpack stuffed with clothes and jewellery clutched tightly to your chest like a child, vibrant images of vampires, witches and voodoo danced in your dreams.

You saw yourself as a plain Jane who had been a little too influenced by the occult at a young age. A typical girl who had grown up on Stevie Nicks and tarot cards, you had never considered yourself particularly remarkable, though you’d always had a knack for making things happen a little too easily. Teachers and parents had always described you as an influential young woman — a deceptive umbrella term that hardly scratched the surface. You weren’t writing persuasive essays or excelling in Speech and Debate, you were sticking your fingers into someone’s mind like playdoh and rewiring it to do exactly what you wanted.

It was that deceptive umbrella term that brought you to Louisiana to begin with; you’d felt unheard, unseen, and misunderstood. You were struggling and nobody had the capacity to unravel your problems.

Cordelia, who was easily one of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen, welcomed you into her office. The interview was brief but compassionate. She’d asked you to explain what brought you to her home, what you felt your “powers” were, and reached to touch the top of your hand when you struggled with that word. She lingered, staring deeply at your fingers. After a moment, she inhaled and spoke again.

“Nothing is silly here. You’re safe. Everything you’ve thought was make-believe or… or childish isn’t. The world runs on magic.”

Cordelia had called one of the other girls into her office and given you an encouraging nod. The girl, who couldn’t have been more than sixteen, had jet black hair, and large glasses. She looked deeply frightened and you almost felt bad when you made her crawl on the floor like a crab before standing up and clapping excitedly. It took very little effort for you, Cordelia noted and wrote something on a piece of paper in your file.

Whatever you’d done, you’d done it correctly. Shortly after that, a girl named Zoe showed you to your new room. She was sweet, kind — the sort of woman that you thought would listen to every side of every story before making any judgements. She used to be a student witch here, she explained as you two walked, but she'd risen in the ranks and become so busy with being the Council — something very important, a hierarchy of witches — that she didn’t have time for the things she used to focus on.  

Zoe opened the tall door, letting you step in first. Well-lit by the large and ornately trimmed windows, the room was white, matching the scheme of the rest of the mansion. Sparsely decorated, there were the necessities in terms of furniture and nothing else. There were two beds at opposite sides of the room… and a blonde boy sat cross-legged on the one closest to the door. His expression was blank, but his brows were laced together, conveying some sort of unknown sadness.

“This is Kyle. He…” she trailed off, her voice sounding unsteady. “He died. Madison and I, we… we put him back together and brought him back.”

You snapped your head to face her, jaw hanging slack in disbelief. “Put him back together? Like Frankenstein?”

Zoe nodded, and reached out to stroke his fluffy blonde curls. While he remained stoic, you noticed the tiniest flinch in his cheek muscles. The way she looked at him… you crossed your arms over your chest uncomfortably. There was history here. “He’s not the same. He tries though.”

She straightened out her frown, visibly trying to move on from the memories.

“This used to be my room. But…” She dropped her hand to her side. He flinched more visibly. “It’s yours now.”

Zoe had told you that all Kyle needed was macaroni, kid’s shows on YouTube, and he wouldn’t bother you. For the first night, you conceded with those recommendations because his outbursts overwhelmed you.

On the second night, you woke up to the sound of rustling. Kyle sat upright in his bed, sheets draped over his lap, staring towards the window. You sat up in bed, pulling the sheets up to your chest. He turned to look at you and shrunk away from your gaze, ashamed. He quickly returned to a lying position, like a child who had gotten yelled at. The apprehension you possessed on the first night had morphed into wonderment. A reanimated boy, who despite being pieced together still had some semblance of sentience and emotion. It may have been cliche to analyze it through a Shelley-esque eye… but with sentience, came love. And with love, agony was sure to follow. You’d always been particularly enraptured with the idea of a monster needing love, trying desperately to understand it.

A line from Frankenstein came to mind as you watched him staring straight up at the ceiling, hoping you wouldn’t notice he wasn’t asleep. “I have a love in me the likes of which can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”

So… what if you satisfied the first? Perhaps all he needed was some tenderness, some attentiveness.  

“Kyle?”

No response. You swung your legs out from underneath the covers, planting your bare feet on the wooden floors. In only your nightgown, the chill of the air bit at your exposed limbs, prompting you to slip your arms into the lacy, green sleeves of your robe.

“Kyle? You wanna look at the moon?”

This time, he turned his head on the pillow to look at you. You began moving carefully towards him.

“You want to? The moon?” You asked again, making a circle shape with your hands and then unrolling them to point towards the window. He nodded, showing understanding. Clumsily, he threw the covers off him and got to his feet.

You took one step. He followed, ambling heavily behind you until you both stood close enough to the window to feel the chill that permeated the glass. He sighed heavily, the sound resonating in his broad chest. It was the first time you’d heard any sort of happy sound from him. His knuckles brushed against yours, but despite the quivering in your abdomen, you didn’t reach out to hold his hand. You wanted to, though. Very, very much.

On the third night, you woke up to the sounds.

“Mmmmmph! Mmm…arrr…. Mmmm…. ow.”

You rubbed your eyes, rousing yourself. Instead of being in his own bed, like he usually was, Kyle sat at the foot of yours, his legs pulled to his chest. “What? What’s wrong?”

He grunted again, scooting closer to you on the bed. Although the room was dark, the small night light in the corner illuminated just enough of his face to show the pained expression, the stress in his dark eyes.

“Kyle? What’s the matter? Try…” You whispered. “Are you hurt?”

He nodded. Then shook his head. “Hmmmph… I’m……”

“You’re what? What is it?”

He struggled to speak, but what did come out sounded distinctly like your own name.

Kyle’s head dropped heavily to his chest, shamefully looking down at his erection as it tented his boxers. He lifted his eyes, staring at you from underneath his heavy brow and fluffy locks. Both hands clenched into fists, he pressed down into his groin, moaning.

Oh…. Oh fuck, you thought. Oh my fucking god, he’s got a boner.

“It’s okay,” you reassured. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of… it’s normal. O-kay.”

Poor thing. He doesn’t know what to do…. He’s asking for help. He looked into your eyes with the most soulful, desperate pleading you’d ever seen. No man, even more together than him, had ever asked you for help like this. There was something underneath, another stain on his heart. You could feel it when your eyes locked for a second too long — but that wasn’t important. It didn’t change what you were about to do.

You fingered the ruched elastic of his boxers, scooping it towards you. The taut skin of his stomach was warm, and the heat increased as you neared the bush of hair. Kyle groaned and cloddishly bucked his hips to force your hand farther down. The searing hot tip slipped against the back of your hand, leaving a streak of precum on your skin.

“P……l…eaaasse…..” His chest was heaving up and down, forcing excited little breaths out of his open mouth.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and gripped his cock gently. It twitched against your hand and you felt another hot, viscid ribbon coat your knuckles. Oh fuck. He jerked his hips again as you began stroking, smearing his wetness along the shaft. He slackened the muscles in his neck, letting his head fall onto your shoulder.

“Good? Does that feel better?”

His head moved on you, up and down, so you assumed it did. You decided to test it by going a little faster, and squeezing his cock a little harder. Instead of the guttural, almost pained groans  he’d given you before, the most pathetic little whimper left his throat. You lifted your gaze to the ceiling, rolling your eyes back. He was putty in your grip, begging for you with every muscle in his body. And that… drove you insane.

Carefully, quietly… you reached to your legs, gathering the edge of your nightgown into your palm, pulling it up your thigh until you had enough room to reach your own arousal. Wasting no time, you circled your clit slowly, slipping a finger inside between rotations.

“AAAAAGUHHH!”

You clapped your hand over Kyle’s mouth, eyes widening like saucers in the dark. You whispered louder than you ever had in your entire life. “Shhh! Kyle! Shhh!” He breathed hard out his nose. “I can’t help you if you’re loud… they’ll hear you.”

Underneath your fingers, Kyle’s plush lips parted just enough for you to notice. You froze. He looked down as far as his ocular anatomy allowed and his pupils dilated, the blackness consuming the already deep brown. His tongue swept across the underside of your fingers before forcing itself between them. He gripped your hand tightly at the wrist and yanked it down in a startling display of his inhuman strength.

“Wuh…. Want.”

You jerked your head back, confused. “What?”

He brought your hand back up, and like a child claiming that a toy was his, Kyle licked your pointer and index finger from the base to the tip of them. He swallowed.

“Waant….”

Holy shit. You realised. You realised what it was he wanted…. The hand you’d used to cover his mouth was that hand that you’d previously been fingering yourself with, the fingers that were coated in your own wetness. He wanted… that.

Nervously, you pulled your hand from his boxers, the elastic snapping against his tummy. You nodded once and inhaled a deep breath through your nose, a feeble attempt at pacifying the bundle of live wires you called your nerves. Kyle’s eyes never left yours, watching you intently as you planted your hands on either side of your body as leverage to push yourself back towards the head of the bed. You laid back on the pillow, knees touching and obscuring Kyle.

When you opened them, your breath rushed out from your lungs. He was so pretty, the way the moonlight illuminated his curls like an angel’s halo, outlining his broad form. His plaid shirt hung open, teasing at the body beneath. And then, of course, there was the erection. The fabric of his boxers were pulled tight.

You tilted your head down, pressing your chin against your chest. Your eyes were misty, doe-like, and you almost stuck your fingers in his mind to tell him to come to you. But he did it on his own accord and your heart gave an adoring flutter. Coming forward onto his hands, Kyle crawled on the bed to you, and you welcomed him in between your thighs. He lowered himself down onto his stomach.

“Good boy,” you whispered. “You’re so good, Kyle…”

Kyle opened his mouth on your pussy, lapping at it hungrily. The smoothness of his teeth grazed your clit, and the heat of your arousal was unimaginable, burning deep within your core. You’d been eaten out, but not eaten out. Not like this. Zombies ate brains, not pussies.

And yet… you were being devoured within an inch of your life. Every clench brought out more cum, and Kyle was there to drink it up, flicking his tongue from your entrance to your clit repeatedly, until your vision went blurry with twinkling stars. Every time his tongue returned to its starting position, he always lingered and sometimes slipped in, delving into something he wanted more of. He was tasting you over and over again. Your mouth opened, at first giving nothing but the sound of your breath. His lips closed around your clit, his tongue driving up into your entrance, and a high pitched whine clawed its way out of your throat.

And just like that, the pleasure was gone. Kyle pulled away, panicked.

“Bad?!”  

You shook your head quickly, panting. “No, no…. Good. Very good, Kyle.”

His worried expression softened slightly, but he still looked unsure and scared to keep going. The sound you’d made… all he knew told him it was that he’d done something wrong and he’d hurt you.

“B….buh….. bad…… sssssound…..”

“Nonononono. Very… very good. I made that sound because it feels good. You’re doing a good job.”

He huffed out a breath, the warmth of it washing over you. You writhed, the backs of your thighs rubbing against his bare shoulders. Bent at the elbows, Kyle wrapped his forearms around your legs, wide hands twitching ever so slightly as they caressed you. There was something overwhelmingly erotic in the way he fearfully looked up at you from between your legs. You drew your bottom lip in, biting down as hard as you could to stifle the moan that threatened.

“Please,” you whined. “You’re doing so good, Kyle. It feels so good. You like it, right?”

He nodded, dropping his gaze to look at your cunt, a puddle forming on sheets below. His jaw hung slack as he went back in, his lips enveloping you fully. His tongue was hot and you were sensitive, writhing in his grip. You weren’t aware that you were writhing away from him until his fingers came to life, digging deep into the soft flesh of your thighs.

You arched your back as you came on his tongue, taking fistfuls of the sheets and tightening until you felt the fibres squeak against each other. Kyle growled into your cunt, pulling you closer into him. His tongue flattening against you, feeling the pulsating clenches as they happened.

Kyle straightened up to his knees, stiffly pulling his boxers down over the curve of his ass. His stiff cock sprung free, the swollen head, red and leaking. He seemed to know what he wanted to do, but didn’t know where to start. You scooted down, pressing your legs further open. Kyle shuffled forward on the bed, the springs creaking underneath you.

“It’s okay, Kyle… it’s okay.” Keeping your eyes on him, you took hold of his cock again and gently guided it towards your wet slit. “I’ll make you feel better.”

He allowed himself to be guided, following your direction. His squishy tip slipped in, compressed by your tight walls. The sound that Kyle made — something between a choking breath and a groan — was the only warning you got that a switch had flipped. He knew exactly what to do.

Kyle sunk his length into you, taking only a moment to revel in the feeling of your warm, wet insides. He quickly found his rhythm, bucking in and out with steady intention as he watched you with half-lidded eyes, mouth hanging slack. His pelvis slapped against yours, knocking against your clit each time your bodies met. The visual drove you insane, sending streaks of hot arousal right to your core.

“Gggoooooodddd….” He groaned. “G-good.”

He picked up speed, and you desperately tried to maintain coherency, nodding. Your nails dug into his back, holding on as tight as you could. “Guh-HOHm- my god. Good, yes. G-good, baby.”

Kyle’s large hands snaked their way to your shoulders, encasing them in a steely grip. He pulled himself into you, harder and harder until you felt an unfamiliar ache in your insides, where he could go no farther. You came for a second time with a high-pitched whimper and Kyle kept his pace, grunting. Your wetness splashed against your thighs as he thrust into you, and when you lifted your hips up slightly, Kyle’s fingers curled in, clamping down on your shoulders with a crushing strength. You held back your cries of pain, grinding your hips against his as he pumped into you. Just hold on… let him finish….  

Finally, he released his hold on you, collapsing onto your chest with a heavy breath. Once the vigorous movement had subsided, your sweat-soaked bodies were no longer immune to the lithe, chilly fingers of temperature. Still, you were warm underneath him.

So, so warm.

Kyle fell asleep with his cock inside you. And for the first time in three nights, he didn’t wake up once.

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[yes-divine-ruler]

You’re Forgiven - Franken-Kyle Spencer

Kyle feels bad he was being difficult while you were studying and now that you’re done, he wants to make it up to you.

cw: oral (f receiving)

"Ky, just sit still," you push Kyle's head away as he groans, adamant to finish at least one college lecture before bed. Kyle was being unbearable, taking the pen out of your hand as you tried to write notes, coming up behind you and tapping random keys on your keyboard. You had to sit and bite your tongue to stop yourself from screaming at him.

He lets out another groan, before you hear a loud smash behind you. Turning quickly in your desk chair, your eyes evert to your broken porcelain lamp on the floor by your nightstand, and Kyle looking exceptionally guilty on the edge of the bed.

"Kyle? What the fuck?" You growl, his eyes watching you as you leave your desk and crouch down to pick up the jagged porcelain shards of your now broken lamp.

"S-sorry," Kyle says quietly, fiddling with his fingers in his lap as you try to make sure your floor is safe to walk on.

"What were you thinking Kyle?" You frown, shaking your head in disbelief and dropping the pieces you'd retrieved in the trash can.

"Need-need you," Kyle chokes out as you return to your desk chair, this time covering your ears with your headphones, hoping to drown out the sound of Kyle's pleas. He never took no for an answer, and he couldn't grasp how important college was for you. It may be tough love, but it was the only way you felt you could get your point across.

When your lecture finished, you let out a relieved sigh, dropping the headphones onto your desk and closing your laptop. You turn again in your swivel chair, tiredly rubbing your eyes with the backs of your hands. Kyle was asleep, his lips parted as he exhaled soft breaths. He looked peaceful, and you felt bad that you'd been so harsh to him earlier. Taking off your clothes, leaving you in only your panties, you crawled to nestle into the vacant space next to him on the bed.

You laid on your side, reaching out and brushing the blonde curls from his face. He stirred at your touch, his eyes fluttering open to look at you.

"I'm sorry Ky," you whisper, as a small smile creeps onto his face. He was just happy you were finally giving him attention.

“Sorry,” he says quietly, shuffling his body closer to yours and nestling his head in the crook of your neck. You take a deep breath, feeling his warm breath as it tickled your skin.

“It’s okay, I know,” you respond, planting a kiss reassuringly to his head.

“Make better?” Kyle asks, lifting up his head and looking back into your eyes. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, until you feel something hard poking at your thigh.

You let out a small chuckle, suddenly more awake as Kyle kisses your cheek. The room is dark now, the blinds letting in only the smallest amount of light to illuminate his face.

“How so?” You question, as he sits up, resting his hands on your shoulders and lying you down onto your back.

You watch his movements, as a kiss lands on your chest, just above your breasts. Kyle continues to kiss your chest, until suddenly your nipple is in his mouth. You left out a soft moan as your fingers return to his hair, combing it back out of his face as he hollows his cheeks and sucks.

“That feels so good,” you whine, his other hand coming up to knead your other breast in his palm.

He repeats the motion on the other nipple, before he’s kissing down the valley of your breasts.

You watch in anticipation as his kisses continue to go down further, until his face is square with your clothed heat. His fingers run over the slit, sinking slightly into the material to feel the wet patch in your panties.

“Wet,” Kyle says proudly, making you laugh and rest your head onto the pillow beneath you.

“What are you gonna do now Ky?” You bite your lip as his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties and pull them down your legs.

He’s always so mesmerised by your naked body and there was nothing he found more perfect.

“All mine,” Kyle says firmly, before his mouth makes the first contact with your clit.

You let out a gasp, your hands coming to your sides to ball up the sheet on the bed. Kyle positions your legs over his shoulders, and then dives back down to your pussy.

His tongue glides over your clit again and again, before sliding down to your opening and tasting your sweet arousal. He hums in content at the taste, the vibrations surging through your core.

You’d taught him how to give head from scratch only a few months ago, and now he was definitely a pro.

He sucks your clit into his mouth, suckling softly as your hips begin to rock up into his face.

He holds your thighs open with his hands, burying his face in your pussy and working expertly on getting you closer to the edge.

“So wet,” Kyle repeats, his middle finger making way to your entrance and sinking down into it.

You let out another throaty moan and Kyle inserts a second, and begins to pump them at a slow and pleasant pace.

“Just like that,” you sigh, feeling the build of pressure in your groin rise.

Kyle uses his other hand to seperate your folds from above, exposing your small bud to his hungry mouth. He laps at it in a way that has your toes curling and your jaw slacking.

“I’m gonna cum Kyle- oh fuck!” Kyle speeds up, curling his fingers up to meet your g spot, insistently kitten licking your clit until he feels the pulse under his tongue match the pulse around his fingers.

You almost scream when your climax hits, Kyle working you through your orgasm until your body begins to twitch at the oversensitivity.

“Mm Kyle, stop!” You giggle, as he smiles against your pussy, giving your aching clit a few more kisses before he raises his head.

“Good?” He asks, crawling over your naked body so his face was in line with yours.

You nod, using your thumb to wipe the slick that glistening on his chin.

“I guess I forgive you,” you joke, leaning up and connecting your lips in a heated kiss.

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[her-favorite]

Reader giving Kyle a bath like the scene with him and Misty. Except the reader eventually calms him down and comforts him. (that scene made me so broken hearted) 😭

YOU’RE SAFE

(Post-Death) Kyle Spencer x F!Reader

Summary: Reader giving Kyle a bath like the scene with him and Misty. Except the reader eventually calms him down and comforts him.

Warnings: just fluff! not proofread

a/n: this scene hurts my heart and im so excited to make it more happy 😭 also before i get any comments or anything about the stutters, i wouldnt add them if i didn’t have to but yk Kyle still has trouble speaking so i wanted to make sure you could see it

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You sat in bed, looking over different books to help you learn more history and spells. Your eyes scanned each and every word, taking in every syllable. Before you could dive any deeper, you heard the doorknob to your left squeak.

Your head moved towards the sound, watching it open slowly. You immediately knew who it was once you saw the bright blonde curls. A smile formed as you saw his fragile frame walk towards you.

“Hey, Kyle.” You try and start a conversation with him, curious as to why he needed you. Before you could move your books, he laid his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your body. The pressure of his weight against yours overpowered you as you both fell back against the pillows. You chuckled, reaching up to comb your hand through his hair.

His curls were more knotty than usual. He winced every time your finger got caught on one. “Sweetheart, when was the last time you had a bath?” You questioned, leaning down to press your nose into his hair. He definitely needed washed.

His voice was muffled, but you managed to make out a slight, “I dunno.” You sighed, rubbing your hand over his hair again. You started to sit up, Kyle quickly protesting. His hold got tighter and his whines got louder.

“I know, Ky,” You try and soothe him, finally being able to sit up correctly. Kyle laid there, pouting up at you. “Come on, baby.” You gently grab his arms, trying to pull him up towards you. He groans, not cooperating at all. You sigh, your shoulders dropping. “Please, Ky.” You whisper, looking back and forth between his eyes. He frowned, but obliged, moving up to stand in front of you.

You take his hand and lead him over to the connected bathroom. Once you leave his hand, you walk over to the bathtub, switching the faucet on. You let the warm water fill up the empty space, your hand floating around the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot.

Kyle stood there, watching you. No matter what you did, Kyle was always entranced with you. He loved the way you moved, the you talked, anything. As long as he was near you, he felt safe. As long as he was near you, he didn’t care what happened. All he needed was you.

“Kyle, baby,” your voice broke him out of his trance, eyes blinking fast to regain his sight. “Wanna get in?” You stood up, shaking your hand to try and get the water off. He shook his head fast, wrapping his arms around himself. “What’s wrong?” Your eyebrows scrunch in concern, walking over to him.

“B.. bad.” He pointed at the white silicon tub, backing away from it slowly. You reach out for him, resting your hands on his arms gently.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you, okay? You’re always safe with me.” You reassure him, your eyes sad with worry. He takes a breath, but nods and starts to unbutton his shirt.. well, tried.

You reached out to help him, his hands falling to his sides, letting you do all the work for him. You laugh, helping him with the rest. His lips curve up in a smile when he hears you.

Once you were done and he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, he slowly walked towards the tub. He was hesitant, looking back and forth from the water to you. You communicated through your eyes, nodding towards him that it was okay. You even moved your hand out so he could hold onto it incase he fell or got scared.

As soon as he sat down in it and got settled in, he started to calm himself. His shoulders were less tense and he unclenched his tight jaw. But as soon as he saw you reach forward with a sponge and some soap, he backed away as much as he could in the water.

“No! N.. No!” He yelled, his sudden movements making the water splash around and hit the floor.

“Hey, hey,” you quickly set the things down and put your hands up so he could see you didn’t have anything. His hands were curled up against his chest, his fists tight together. “Kyle, angel, it’s okay. It’s just me, alright? Everything’s okay.” Your hands shake in fear and worry of your boyfriend being scared of you.

His eyes open slowly, looking you over to make sure you didn’t have anything. He let out a breath, his whole body shaking. Tears welled in both of your eyes, carefully letting your hands rest on the ends of the tub. He looked at them, then up at you. His eyes were filled with fright, but mixed with sorrow.

“I.. I’m sorry..” He looked down, his knees coming up to press against his chest. His hands covering his face, feeling so vulnerable crying in front of his lover.

“No, baby,” Your frown deepens as you see your boyfriend bash himself for something he can’t control. “Ky,” You hesitantly reach forward to put your hands on his wrists. He flinches at first, but quickly calming down when he knows it’s you and not someone else. “Sweetheart, I’m not going to hurt you. I could never hurt you.” Once he gave you sign it was okay, you extended your hand up to brush through his now damp curls.

“I know.. It’s.. I..” He huffs loudly, annoyed about how he can’t keep firm sentences without messing up or stuttering.

“Take your time.” You soothed, pressing a kiss against the crown of his head. His eyes closed in delight, his head subconsciously leaning towards you.

“I get.. s-scared.” He tried to explain, looking off i to the distance to try and collect the words he knows. “Last.. bath.. bad.” He shook his head, looking down at his knees as he swirled the water in the tub around with his hand.

You sighed, a tear spilling over its edge. You wiped it away fast before Kyle could see it. You pressed one more kiss to his forehead before leaning back and resting your hands back on the rim of the tub.

“Do you want to do it?” You asked, wondering how you were going to get him to bathe. He shook his head, though, tearing his eyes away from the water to make eye contact with you.

Those beautiful brown eyes. They showed hurt, they showed confusion, but the love in them was so overpowering, you thought that they might explode. You knew Kyle trusted you, more than anyone. But he still has his scary moments where he’s reminded about stuff that happened to him that he didn’t want. You were the only person to always be there for him, to care for him, to love him. No matter the time of day, no matter the situation, Kyle was right by yourself, following you like a lost puppy. (Not that you were ever mad about that).

“I want.. you.” He pointed his finger at you, accentuating his words. You smile, carefully picking up the soap again. You gave him a look that asked all of the questions in itself. He nodded, never looking away from your eyes.

You leaned forward, still hesitant, but running the soap down his arms and shoulders. You rubbed it in, feeling your boyfriend’s shoulders relax. He hummed at the feeling of you massaging his skin. He giggled when he felt you poke him, his arms curling around himself. You laughed with him, your happiness restored once you saw him smile again.

Once you’re finished washing his hair and cleaning the soap off his body, you drain the tub and grab a towel for him. Though he protests as he watches the water leave the tub. He looked up at you with a pout that almost made you fill up the tub again just so he can get what he wanted.

You smile at him, though, wrapping the white towel around his shoulders. You help him up and out of the tub, making sure he doesn’t slip and fall. He shivers at the cold air, leaning down and shoving his head into your neck. Goosebumps rise on your skin as you feel the water from his hair fall onto your skin.

You help him dry off, grabbing his warm pajamas that were on the rack. They had just been washed and dried so they were nice and warm for Kyle.

You helped him put them on, Kyle’s body still shaking. You knew he was exaggerating it a little because of the huge smile on his face. He just wanted to feel your touch. You always made him feel safe.

“You did so good, Ky.” You whisper as you cup his face on your hands. He basically whines at the praise, leaning down again to press his face into your neck. He wraps his arms tight around your body, resting most of his body weight against yours. You stumble slightly, your arms circling around his shoulders. You laugh, his little mumbles ticking your skin.

“Come on, baby, why don’t we lay down. We can head to bed.” You suggest. He hums into your neck, your mind knowing he was agreeing to your request.

You tried your best on walking backwards towards your bed with the blonde still using you as a pillow. Once you reach the end of the bed post, you stop. Kyle grumbles, but moves away. He quickly jumps on the bed and gets under the covers. His hands reach out for you, that adorable pout coming back on his face.

And how could you say no to that?

You laid down next to him, his head immediately resting on your chest. He nuzzled his face into your skin, his arms around your torso. You pressed kissed against his head, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

“I love you, Kyle. I would never hurt you, baby.” Your eyes start to feel heavy as time passes, all of his weight still heavy against your body.

“I.. love you m-more.. Y/N.”

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[redroses07]

F**k It I Love You /// Michael Langdon

Michael Langdon x Fem!reader

Summary: Reader is a witch, but her and Michael seem to have a special connection. So what happens when her coven has to oversee Michael taking the test of The Seven Wonders. Will she stay loyal to her coven, or herself?

CW: Swearing, Kissing, Alludes to smut, Sexual themes, some violence.

WC: 3.2k

A/N: Hey guys!!! My first full fic after my year long disappearance!!! I really like this and I'm super excited to post it! I'll definitely make a part two if this does good, or upon request. With perhaps smut? Anyways I hope everyone is doing well!! Love y'all and as always, enjoy! ♡⋆˙

You sit in your lonely, over sized room at Miss Robichaux's academy, awaiting this afternoon's daunting task. You and the rest of the witches on the council, including Zoe, Myrtle, and Cordelia, were to visit Hawthorne school for young warlocks.

It was a place where none of the witches, including you, enjoyed visiting. Mostly due to the crude and pompous attitude of the warlocks towards you and your sisters.

It's not your fault that warlocks were naturally inferior to witches. Come to think of it you had never met a warlock who was so much as tolerable. Well...that is until a few months ago.

This particular visit to Hawthorne was something no witch, or warlock for that matter, had ever thought would come to pass.

For the first time ever, the test of the Seven Wonders will be performed on a warlock. A young man named Michael Langdon.

From the beginning Cordelia, your coven's supreme, had refused to perform this test deeming that it would be suicide. That was until Michael brought two witches, Queenie and Madison, back from the dead.

While this changed her mind, it also raised her concerns about Michael.

Cordelia had called a meeting with you and the rest of the council prior to your departure. She had described a darkness in Michael, one she had never seen in someone before. She described his energy as almost inhuman, something otherworldly.

"I am warning you all, proceed with caution." Cordelia had said.

While you smiled and agreed like you had been made to do, you had other thoughts on your mind.

You had connected with Michael from the moment you first met him, and in a way you had never experienced with another. Your fellow witches had been standoffish and dismissive to him, most likely feeling threatened by his power, you didn't feel the need.

He seemed to feel comfortable around you from the beginning. You didn't know if it was because you were the only witch who cared enough to treat him like a human being, or if there were other reasons. Despite that, conversation with Michael came easy, and the more interactions the two of you had the closer you became.

What was originally a simple act of kindness turned into prolonged eye contact and uncontrollable eye contact. The increasingly frequent visits to Hawthorne began to feel less like a punishment and more like a reward.

No matter, your sisters came first, which meant you had to push your growing emotions away.

Under any other circumstance you would be excited to see your friend, but the Seven Wonders weren't just any other event. Especially after Cordelia's warning, so unfortunately today was going to be stressful no matter what.

"Hurry up everyone, time to go!" you heard Cordelia call, annoyance in her voice.

You jumped up, not wanting to anger her further, fixed your hat, and headed down the stairs.

You, Cordelia, Zoe, and Myrtle all gathered in a circle in order to transmutate to Hawthorne collectively. Queenie and Madison also joined you, Madison wearing her iconic scowl.

You stood next to Zoe, your favorite among the council. Not that you disliked the other witches...but Myrtle was a little batty and Cordelia was well...Cordelia.

"Prepare yourselves sisters." Cordelia said softly, a serious look on her face.

Next thing you knew, your group was standing outside the strange structure that was Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men.

The six of you walked in, all trailing behind Cordelia.

You passed through the dark corridors, trying to hide the fact that you hoped Michael would appear around the corner.

When you and your magical companions made it to the room where the testing would take place you were greeted by warlock Ariel Augustus.

Out of all the warlocks you despised he was by far the worst, there was just something so off-putting about him. Yet you still shook his hand and gave him a half-hearted smile.

You gave the room a quick glance, looking for Michael.

"And when will Michael be joining us?" You asked Ariel.

"I would like to get this over as quickly as possible" You add, in an effort to seem disinterested.

Ariel looks at you with a sour face before looking over your shoulder towards the door.

"Well, it looks like you've got your wish because here comes the young warlock now." Ariel replies with distaste.

You turn around, and are faced with Michael's golden locks and icy blue eyes. He's wearing his usual, a long black cloak over his school uniform, yet he somehow manages to make the basic outfit look better than ever.

"Hello Michael." You say formally, keeping your serious composure. All while the two of you exchange a playful look, agreeing that these formalities are ridiculous.

Michael greeted you and the two of you drifted off to the far side of the room where you pretended to make small talk.

"God, this is so stressful." Michael says to you, breathing out a frustrated sigh.

Around others Michael had the tendency to put on a show, but never for you. With you, he was free of judgement.

"It'll be okay, just trust your instincts. You've got this." If Cordelia knew you were giving Michael advice you would surely be punished, but she doesn't need to know.

Michael shifted on his feet and looked at the ground, failing at hiding the blush creeping up his pale cheeks.

You almost reached out to give him a hug of reassurance but then remembered the others in the room. If you were being honest with yourself you really did have feelings for him, although reality told you that would never work out.

"Can we all just shut up and get on with this shit." Madison announced with an eye roll.

It was never a dull moment with her around.

"Yes, yes." Myrtle said.

Everyone took a seat as Cordelia began to explain the rules of the seven wonders.

You and Michael stood near each other behind a couch.

You figured since your lower bodies were hidden from the others it would be safe to reach out and squeeze his hand for reassurance.

You slowly put Michael's hand in yours and ran your fingers across his knuckles. His palms were sweaty. You truly believed you were the only one who sympathized with him on this, and you were glad you could give him that.

You and Michael made eye contact and exchanged a look of longing.

You broke the eye contact to look at Zoe who was giving you a look as if to say "stop what you're doing." She knew, of course she knew. Zoe was your best friend, of course she could tell when you liked a boy. Even if the circumstances were far more dire than your average high school romance.

You drop Michael's hand but he reaches back over and pulls it back, signaling "stay"

You sigh, what on earth were you getting yourself into.

"Okay, now if the rules are understood, we may begin." Cordelia announced, while scanning the room.

No one objected, and Ariel motioned for you all to follow him.

You felt the warmth of Michael's hand leaving you, and you were released from your own thoughts. You looked over at him to see him slowly walking towards the exit.

"Come on," Michael called back to you giving you a half-hearted smile.

You hurriedly caught up with him and the rest of the group, although the both of you remained at the end of the pack.

Ariel led you down a series of dark corridors. They all looked the same, and you began to lose count of the amount of turns you had taken.

Good luck getting out of here if you needed to make a break for it, you thought to yourself.

When you finally reached your destination, everyone gathered in the center of the large room. It looked just like every other room at Hawthorne, drab and dungeon-like. The only difference here was that it was larger and relatively empty.

Cordelia stood in the center of the room, a stern expression on her face.

"The first of the seven wonders, Telekinesis." She pointed to Michael, calling for him to join her in the center of the room.

You watched him as he walked towards her. He did almost too good of a job at hiding his nerves, walking with such effortless grace. You were almost envious.

Michael pointed to a candle hanging on the wall along the far side of the room. The candle quickly floated into his grasp.

The warlocks applauded, looking thrilled with his performance.

Telekinesis was the easiest of the seven wonders, and one any basic witch or warlock could easily achieve. So, naturally you and your fellow witches remained unimpressed.

"Next is Concilium, or mind control." Cordelia explained, gesturing for Michael to begin.

Michael also demonstrated this with ease, making Zoe and Madison perform a dance before everyone's eyes.

The next four Seven Wonders, Transmutation, Divination, Pyrokinesis, and Vitalum Vitalus, were all demonstrated by Michael perfectly. Even better than yourself you had to admit, which was odd considering how inexperienced he was.

The further the test progressed, the more concerned the members of your coven looked. You were torn, as you usually were when it came to Michael. Part of you shared your coven's concerns, after all, a male supreme would change the course of all of your lives. The rational part of you did not ever want to see a world where the powers of a warlock surpassed yours. Yet another part of you, the part that cared for Michael, wanted him to succeed despite all other factors.

Although the hardest test of the Seven Wonders, Descensum, had yet to be tested. And you knew Cordelia wouldn't let Michael get off without adding a catch.

"Today, I'm not asking you to perform this wonder...I am asking you to conquer it." Just as you had expected, Cordelia was going to twist the rules.

Cordelia proceeded to ask Michael to retrieve the long lost Misty Day from the underworld, where she was banished after being unable to achieve the seventh wonder.

You glanced over at Michael, who stared Cordelia dead in the eye. You weren't surprised that he looked unfazed, he had in fact done this before when he brought Madison back from the dead.

Despite that, the warlocks were outraged, arguing with Cordelia about the task's unfairness.

"It's okay, I'll do it." Michael said calmly and definitively, shutting everyone up.

You gave Michael a concerned look, which he combated with a soft smile.

Michael laid down on the floor, getting in the position needed for the task. He began reciting the spell, which was a jumble of Latin words.

Michael then fell into a deep trance, signaling that the process of Descensum had begun.

Now all that was left to do was to wait.

You walked to the back of the room and sat in a chair next to Zoe and Queenie. You tapped your foot on the floor nervously, your heel making a repetitive clicking noise.

You waited in silence for about ten minutes, your eyes glued to Michael just in case.

"My god how long is this supposed to take, some people have things to do." Madison huffed, and as if on cue Michael shot up into a sitting position.

You, along with everyone else, rushed forward in anticipation.

"Where's Misty?" Cordelia demanded angrily.

Michael said nothing. He stared blankly at the wall, breathing heavily.

Before you could stop yourself you leaned down to check if he was okay, but just as you placed your hand on his shoulder someone's tight grip pulled you back.

"Watch out!" Zoe yelled, as she yanked you towards her.

You stumbled over your feet, nearly losing your balance. You looked below you and your eyes widened at what you saw.

Misty had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and right where you had been only moments before.

You were in shock, and apparently so was Cordelia.

She dropped to the ground and pulled Misty into a tight hug, tears falling from her face.

You looked over at Michael, who staggered back towards a table in the corner of the room. He looked exhausted, and you fought the urge to ask him if he was okay.

Your focus shifted when you heard Misty call your name.

The curly haired woman gave you a long teary eyed hug, and you only now realized how much you had missed her. You made a mental note to thank Michael for this reunion later.

"Cordelia!" Queenie yelled, and once again you were forced to shift your attention.

Cordelia was hunched over, blood running down her nose. She looked weak, like she had after seeing Queenie and Madison return.

"What's happening?" Madison shouted.

"What happens every time a new supreme rises, the old one begins to fade." One of the warlocks said proudly.

"You're a pathetic pompous ass!" Myrtle spat, pulling Cordelia close to her.

You followed her example and stepped closer to your supreme, putting your hand on her shoulder in reassurance.

"There is no denying it...Michael is the new supreme." Cordelia huffed before nearly collapsing to the floor.

You gasped, scrambling to help her back to her feet. Once Cordelia was stable again Myrtle and Misty carried her to a private room to help her recover.

"Well...I guess we will reconvene later." Ariel announced to the rooms remaining occupants.

As everyone began to file out of the room you saw Michael head in your direction. You began walking over to meet him when Zoe grabbed onto your arm once more.

She pulled you in the opposite direction and loudly announced, "Can I talk to you for a moment."

Before you had time to object she had pulled you out of the room and down one of the many dark corridors.

"Zoe is everything o-" She cut you off.

"Do you know how dangerous what you're doing is?" Zoe scolded.

Your stomach dropped.

"What do you mean..." you replied, acting clueless.

Zoe sighed in frustration.

'I'm your best friend, you think I don't see how you two look at each other?"

Dammit. Was it that obvious?

"Zoe, I know it's wrong. I know the coven will disapprove. I'm sorry. I'll make it go away, I promise." You sounded defeated.

Zoe pursed her lips. "Listen, I'm not saying you have to stop. I'm just saying be better at hiding it. Cause you know what will happen if Cordelia finds out."

You sighed, she was right. Cordelia would be furious if she knew, especially since she was already so suspicious of Michael. It would likely even be grounds for being burned at the stake.

"I'm just saying be careful is all, but other than that my lips are sealed." Zoe said.

You nodded in agreement and smiled at your friend.

"Be safe." Zoe hugged you quickly before walking off to go check on Cordelia.

You turned on your heel and walked down the hall, a long sigh escaping your lips.

As you turned the corner you felt someone's strong grip pull you down a darkened hall.

"What the hell-"

You looked up to see Michael looming above you.

"Jesus, Michael you scared me." You gasped, hand on your fast beating heart.

"I heard everything, everything Zoe said to you." Michael said, his piercing blue eyes burning into yours.

Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach.

"Michael. She's right you know. I mean my coven hates you, what would they think?" You explained.

"Shhhh.." Michael whispered as he brought his index finger to your lips.

"I don't care, what we have is more important."

"Don't you agree?"

Michael took your hands in his and brought them to his chest. He looked at you in a pleading, almost desperate way.

"Michael, I-" You said unsure of your actions. You knew the consequences of betraying your coven, but were you ready to embrace them? you didn't know.

"Please..." Michael stammered.

You felt his hot breath against your already warm skin. The strong scent of his cologne filled your nostrils. everything about him was irresistible, it was all just too much.

"I can't wait any longer. I need this, I need you." Michael said.

That was it for you.

"Oh just fuck it." You said before pressing your lips harshly to his.

You pulled Michael down by the front of his shirt to better adjust to his height.

The kiss was short lived, but that didn't stop you from wanting more.

Thankfully Michael felt the same because he reached for the nearest door and opened it, pulling you inside.

He kissed you sloppily and hungrily as he yanked you through the doorway. He slammed the door behind you while continuing to kiss you.

"Is this a closet?" You asked, looking around at the small space.

"I believe so..." Michael replied, smiling at you.

You laughed and kissed him again.

Michael pushed you into the corner while kissing you slowly. He bit down on your lip, drawing a significant amount of blood. You let out a soft moan as Michael sucked at the small wound.

Michael broke the kiss and gazed at you lovingly.

"God you're so beautiful."

You smiled, trying to hide your flustered reaction. He made your heart do back flips.

Michael kissed you on the cheek, then your lips again.

"Everyone's probably looking for me, I can't be gone too long. After all I am the supreme now." Michael said with a smirk.

"Just a few more minutes please." You whined, pulling him into you.

'Well, I guess I can make time for you." Michael kissed you harshly as if this was the last chance he'd ever get to.

His hand snaked down your back and stopped to tightly wrap around your waist. You couldn't hear anything except heavy breathing from the both of you.

You reached up, lacing your fingers through Michael's hair. You pulled at the long blonde locks.

Michael put his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up around his waist. This gave his easier access to your neck and chest, which he began pressing desperate kisses to.

Michael nipped and sucked at your neck and parts of your slightly exposed chest. Only then did you feel something poking you beneath where your legs were wrapped around Michael's waist.

"Well someone's excited." You stated.

"What can I say?" Michael laughed softly.

You smiled, rolling your eyes at his sarcasm.

"Want me to take care of that for you?"

Michael's face turned red, clearly embarrassed. As much as he tried to hide behind his 'bad boy' persona, he truly was just an awkward guy.

"As much as I'd love that it'll have to be another time. Unfortunately I have more important things to take care of." Michael sighed.

You frowned, disappointed. He was right.

"How about this. Tomorrow night we meet, and we can finish what we started." Michael inquired, tracing his finger across your jawline.

You smiled,

"That works for me."

On that note you and Michael exited the cramped closet. But before stepping out into the hall Michael pulled you in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around you lovingly, and you sank into his touch.

"I love you." Michael whispered so quietly you could barely hear him.

"I love you too." You replied with no hesitation.

Michael kissed you on the forehead before stepping out into the hall.

"Till tomorrow, my love." Were his parting words as Michael disappeared around the corner.

You laughed to yourself, what an adventure this was going to be.

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[babygorewhore]

“Did I do good?” Kyle Spencer.

WARNINGS! Male masterbation. Fem reader. Oral! Fem receiving. Praise. Rough movement! Language. Witch! Reader. Humping.

You flicked your wrist, turning off your lamp as you grew tired of the night. Your day was filled with learning spells and rituals and history with the supreme. Your speciality was telekinesis and mind control. Something you practiced with permission of course. You turned over but heard shuffling down the hall. You assumed it was Madison who was more preoccupied with applying lip gloss than being friends.

Which you didn’t mind, you didn’t like her anyway. You fell asleep to the storm outside but as the hours past, you didn’t notice a blonde boy stumble inside your room, curious about you. He had learned to speak again thanks to the other witches but he was originally too shy to approach you. But he found you to be awfully pretty with your hair and pretty eyes. And luxurious lips that he wanted.

He sunk onto the floor and he looked at your sleeping form on the bed as you breathed. You weren’t bothered by the storm at all. He watched you intently as you moved onto your back, your oversized hoodie moving up as your free leg curled around the blanket. It was bare. His breath hitched as he watched you move. He didn’t do it often, but he started palming himself. Grunting at the contact as he imagined your hand on his dick.

You shifted in your sleep, sighing softly as a noise caught your attention as you dreamed of spells. You squinted in the dark, sensing someone in there with you. You noticed Kyle, the man who assisted the witches. He was quiet but loyal. You overheard that he was brought back from the dead. He had carried your bags earlier to your room.

He made a noise of pleasure and you immediately blushed. What was he doing? He moaned louder and it dawned on you. He was jerking off. You settled back into the blankets and tried to ignore him. What you didn’t realize was that Kyle noticed you were awake and wandered over to you, still hard and tense. He settled beside you on the bed and started to lean down.

“Kyle, wait a minute.” You pressed a hand to his chest and sat up again.

His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes grew sad. His lips drew into a pout. “You-You scared of me?” You eased your hand and now it was gently tracing the open skin of his chest.

“No, I’m not scared. I’m just a little tired that’s all.” You responded with a smile. “You woke me up.”

“Sorry.” He tucked his hands onto his lap, still hard. “Can-Can-Can you help-me?” Your eyes widened and you immediately zeroed in on his crotch. You were nervous. You weren’t sure of the best way to please him.

His hands wrapped around his dick, through his boxers inside his hands. “Pl-please. To-Touch me. Plea-please?” He was whimpering against your neck, pressing sloppy kisses against the skin. You cleared your throat and tried to focus.

You reached down and fumbled inside his pajamas grey pants. You felt his large dick that was swollen and leaking with precum. You gently started moving your hand up and down, his naturally provided lube aiding your movements. He shuddered and started rutting against your hand. Moaning and whimpering, his kisses grew more messy, landing on your breast over your shirt.

“Mmm,” He said against your ear. Your core pulled as is hands griped your thighs. Roaming freely, over the bare flesh and twitched over your covered pussy.

Kyle licked up your neck, sucking at your jaw. “Fuck.” You muttered as he humped your hand.

He stopped abruptly and you paused, his contact gone. “Need-Need-“ He started and you waited patiently.

Kyle leaned forward and pushed you back a little too hard. His hands tugged down your underwear, the watch patch sticking as he tossed them aside. “What is it, Kyle?” You breathed.

“Taste-Taste you.” He pleaded and dived down. “Need you.” Now, you knew what he meant.

He lapped at your pussy, kitten licking the clit as he bobbed his head side to side. His fingernails dug into your hips and thighs as he sucked at your clit, his tongue dragging up and down to your entrance and curling inside you. He started at the top then slurped down the bottom, before harshly devouring you. His teeth gently grazed your folds.

“Jesus, fuck.” You moaned as your hips bucked. He was being relentless with his tongue. He reached down with his other hand and starting tugging at himself. At the same time.

“Let me touch you,” You offered but he immediately tensed.

“No, taste you.” He complained and you settled back. Your knees pressing against his head.

His blonde hair moved as his tongue flicked at your clit. You were growing close as the sensation clenched inside your stomach. Pressure starting building. No one had ever tasted you like this. As if he wanted to crawl inside your skin. He spit and drooled over your pussy as he continued his assault.

“Taste-Taste good.” He whispered as you climaxed, exploding with cum all over his mouth and chin. It dripped as he kept eating at you and you finally pushed him off, needing a break from his mouth.

“Thank you, Kyle.” You said to him, reaching to touch his dick but he shook his head. His pants wet. He came just from eating your pussy.

“Hug?” He asked and you opened your arms. He settled his head on your chest and snuggled deeper against you. “Did I-I-do good?” He stuttered and you kissed the top of his head.

“Yes, you did so good, Kyle. Good boy.” He sighed at the praise and drifted to sleep.

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[lanawintersenthusiast]

AWOOGA 😻

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[marchsfreakshow]

"you're the prettiest girl."

Gentle touches on faces, and back against the wall. Both of them outside, away from whatever party was happening. A small blush, and both give a little giggle.

"It's true! And this time it's not the alcohol."

Another childish giggle and a silly kiss on the cheek.

"you can't say I love youuu...what if you regret it in the morning?"

A shake of the head.

"Wait really?"

A quick nod and a shy smile. Then kisses. One after the other as they both smiled. God what was happening? Drunken rambles that's all. It couldn't be anything else.

"wow.. damn. Okay. Cool. Cool!"

Blurred thoughts as the music was muted through the walls. Red and warm faces, pressed against eachother to hold one another up. His hands never staying in one place. Waist, hips, one petting their hair, the other gently holding the small of their back.

"I'm pretty? Nope. You're the pretty one."

Starting to get needy. He could feel it. God. Not right now. Absolutely not. But with them? It felt so right. Mushed up thoughts from the alcohol, unable to process all his thoughts. Another set of little quiet giggles, would he fall asleep before anything happens?? They're not all the others, who wouldn't care that he's tired. Letting him fall asleep, caring for him. Sleeping right by his side.

"mmm...I love you...'m so glad nothing bad happened tonight."

Both of them laying on a bed, maybe his. Maybe a friends bed. Didn't matter. The music didn't stop him from falling asleep instantly when his head hit the pillow. Sleepy stares, and moving his arm over their own torso. How on earth could this man sleep with music practically blasting the walls down?

"Love you, Kyle. I hope you don't regret it in the morning."

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[am3ricanh0rrorwh0re]

Living Dead Boy ☆

franken!kyle spencer x witch fem!reader

summary: you’re taking care of a primal frat boy you reanimated

warnings: nsfw, oral (male receiving), rough sex

You thought you were safe for the night. Away from Kyle Spencer, the now primal frat boy you reanimated out of pure infatuation after you hit it off with him at a party. You rebuilt him with your bitchy friend-enemy hybrid and fellow witch, Madison Montgomery, who was also the reason for Kyle and his frat bro’s deaths. She convinced you to find parts from each frat boy and stitch them all together, Kyle’s head at the top. Since all the boys were in pieces, it wasn’t a difficult task finding the perfect “boy parts”. Of course Madison got to pick the largest, thickest dick there, which you weren’t even sure was Kyle’s. Ever since you brought him back to life, he was like a caveman. He could barely form sentences and communicated in mostly grunts.

You through you’d put him to sleep with your lullabies. That was, until, he came into your room. He sat on your bed, staring you down uncomfortably. You sigh, giving him a smile as you ruffle his hair.

“What is it, Ky? I’m exhausted,” You coo, smiling at him. Kyle shifts uncomfortably, his hands playing with his pants.

“Hurts…help…Kyle…” He grunts softly. You cock your head slightly, a mix of confusion and worry painted across your face. The face that Kyle thought was gorgeous, even in his primal state.

“What?” You asked confused. “What hurts, Kyle?” You asked gently, cupping one of his scarred cheeks. He grabs your wrist tightly, making you gasp softly. He pulls your willingly-guided hand down to his bulging crotch.

“Here..” Kyle whimpers softly, leaving your hand on his crotch. “Help…Y/n…help..Kyle. please?”

You sigh reluctantly. Once you try to pull your hand away, he puts it right back on that one spot on his pajama pants. You feel his cock throbbing against the fabric, against your hand. “Are you sure?”

Kyle nods, pulling his pajama pants and boxers down. He rips them off his legs with all his strength as his cock springs out, slapping against his stomach. His dick is flushed and throbbing, covered in pre-cum. He wraps your hands around his cock, whimpering softly.

“N-Need…you…Kyle like…you..” He whined, trying to move your hands. You shook his hand off and started pumping his cock yourself. It was big in your hands, wet and big. Kyle whines on occasion when you stroke a good vein in his dick. He grabbed your shirt, prying it off of you.

“Ky-“ You start as his hands wrap around your back. He unclasps your bra like a pro, which was slightly concerning since he barely knew anything. He threw your bra off, revealing your tits to him. His eyes went wide before he grabbed your hands. You gasped softly as he pushed your hands to your breasts.

Kyle grabbed the sides of your head, pushing you down to his dick. “Go…down-!” Kyle yelled, pushing your head down. You whimpered slightly, moving your hands from your tits to his forearms. you hated pushing him away, but sometimes you had to.

“Kyle, stop!” You cried. You grabbed his wrists and kissed his cheek quickly. “Don’t force me. I’ll go at my own time,” You say softly but firmly.

“S-Sorry…don’t wanna hurt..you. Love Y/n…” Kyle says apologetically. You nod, stroking his hair.

“I know, Ky.” You smile. You put your hands on his thighs, lowering your mouth over his cock.

Your cheeks hollow as you suck on his cock, milking his cum from his flushed tip. Your tongue swirls around his cock, making him groan. Kyle bucked his hips, forcing his cock deeper into your mouth. You run your hands over his thighs, making him whimper.

“Good…feels good…” Kyle whined, cupping your sunken cheeks. He pulled and pushed on your head, controlling how you sucked him off. He let go quickly, grabbing the sheets of your bed. His fingers dug into the silk sheets of your bed. You felt him release into your mouth, so you pulled away, strings of hot cum connecting from your mouth to his dick. You smiled at him as you wiped your mouth. Kyle pulled his pants back up, grunting softly.

Kyle grabbed the sides of your face softly, pulling you into a soft tender kiss. As he kissed you, he wrapped his arms around your back, bringing you into his lap softly. He pulled away, playing with your hair softly.

“Love…Y/n..” He said softly, kissing the top of your head softly.

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[evanchantingpeters]

Evan wearing his baseball cap backwards gives me a smack-my-ass-like-a-drum reaction 🥵 Anyone?

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[frankenkyle19]

Kinktober Day 3: Toy Experimenting With Kyle Spencer

posting this before I head to bed because I have a very busy day tomorrow. Enjoy! :)

word count: 4.3k

warnings/description: Smut, porn with very little plot, anal stuff, unprotected sex, sex shops, dildos, vibrators, handjobs, whiny Kyle, cuteness. Very briefly proofread. Definitely at least a few errors.

Kyle was a bit different. Of course everyone was different in their own way, but he was…. A bit more than most. Maybe it was just his personality, but it also could easily be the fact that he had been quite literally pieced back together and reanimated by two witches that really had no idea what they were doing. 

If you had to guess, you’d figure it was almost no doubt the second option. 

Still, you loved him no matter how hard he was to take care of sometimes. He so badly wanted to take care of himself and do things by himself, but he was clumsy and sometimes (most times) he needed help, despite how much he hated asking for it. You tried to respect that and only intervened when he really really needed the help. 

Well maybe, just maybe this was one of those times…

You had gone out with the rest of the girls to do some much needed shopping and decided it���d be best to leave Kyle behind. He had high anxiety in crowded places with lots of people, and you didn’t want to drag him around town while he was scared. Not when he could become a danger to himself and others in the blink of an eye. It just seemed cruel. You decided to come back to the academy a bit earlier than the rest of the girls, slightly worried about leaving Kyle alone for so long. You didn’t want him to get into something dangerous that could potentially hurt him or cause one of the other witches to be upset with him.

What you had not expected was opening the door to the bedroom you shared with Kyle to see him completely naked on your bed, hair a mess, body covered in a sheen of sweat as he tried pathetically to press a pretty pink dildo into his ass. 

Your dildo-

You and Kyle had messed around before. You’d helped him find his release and let him stay deep inside you. He slept the best when his cock was buried deep in your warmth. It was comforting in a way to him, beyond  anything sexual, a way he showed his love.

What you had never done was use your toys with Kyle, or even showed them to him. So he must have been snooping around the room while you were gone.. Jesus Christ. This is exactly why you shouldn’t have left him alone.

Kyle looked up quickly when he heard you walk in. His eyes were filled with a desperation that immediately made you melt. He was squirming on the silicone cock and whining pathetically.

“H-hurt. H-help pleaseee?” He asked, pulling the cock from his hole, wincing a bit. It was obvious he had done no prep and hadn’t even lubed up the toy. Poor boy…

He obviously had a very clear idea of what he wanted, but wasn’t quite sure how to achieve it.

You made your way towards him, stopping to grab your small bottle of lube from your bedside drawer. You sat on the bed and rubbed Kyle’s back gently, trying to calm him. He seemed so riled up and you needed him calm before you tried anything with him. 

“I’ll help you baby, but next time you gotta be careful okay? You could have hurt yourself and we don’t want that, right?” You wondered how he even knew how to do this and realized at some point in his life, while he was still alive, he’d done something like this to be able to remember it even now.

Your presence immediately calmed him as he leaned against you, holding the dildo out for you to take.

“H-help please?” He said gently, his words more clear and thought through. You were always worried that maybe he didn’t exactly understand this, and could he really consent in such a state? But it was moments like this where he initiated it, that you realized he understood just fine.

You pressed a kiss to his temple and he chased your lips with his own before he kissed you. He was a bit sloppy and the kiss was definitely a bit wetter than you enjoyed, but because it was Kyle, it wasn’t as horrible as it could be. He leaned practically his whole body weight on you as he moaned against your lips, his clumsy hands coming to grasp onto your shoulders and squeeze gently. Well… as gently as he could. It was still a bit rough.

You pulled away, much to Kyle’s dismay until he heard the pop of the cap on the bottle, seeing you squirt some of the clear substance onto your hand and rubbing it around with your fingers.

Kyle, as curious as ever, and now having some idea what to do, reached out and coated his own fingers in the lube, watching as his fingers glistened.

You smiled softly, watching as he seemed to remember what this was and what it did. Many people thought Kyle knew nothing, but it was more like he needed to be re-taught, because when he was faced with something familiar, it was obvious that his brain started to remember what he’d used it for when he was still alive.

Once his fingers were coated he brought them back to his sore hole, rubbing across it gently as he let out a quiet whine, watching you the whole time. He wasn’t the least bit embarrassed to have been walked in on doing something so private. He just loved you and always wanted you close.

One of his fingers breached his tight ring of muscles and he arched into it, letting it slip in fully as he moaned rather loudly. You were glad you were the only two in the academy at the moment, otherwise he would definitely be heard by the others.

“Mmm- g-good.” He groaned out, slipping a second finger easily into his hole, curling them a bit. It was hard for him to reach at the angle he was in, and soon he looked back at you, reaching with his free hand for the dildo still in your hand.

You placed it in Kyle’s hand and he slipped his fingers out of himself, holding the silicone with both hands. He leaned back to once again try to insert it into himself before you paused him.

“Wait, remember we have to make it nice and wet so it feels good.” You reminded gently, pouring a generous amount of lube onto the cock and rubbing it around before nodding at Kyle.

“Okay. Go ahead baby.”

It was obvious he enjoyed your help but wanted to do this himself. Maybe it was some way of getting control of himself back? Maybe he wanted to feel accomplished for something? You weren’t sure. All you knew was he was a sweaty, sticky mess in front of you and it was absolutely beautiful.

You watched as he slowly inserted the pink cock into his tight hole, his whole body arching into the feeling. God, this was beyond anything you’d ever fantasized about and you almost wanted to walk out and leave him to pleasure himself, but the second you stood up and walked to the door, Kyle let out a worried sound, eyes wide as he watched you helplessly.

“Nooo! Stay! T-touch K-Kyle-“ he spoke, gesturing to his hard, leaking cock. It was obvious he wanted to fuck himseld on the dildo, but it seemed he wanted your help in jerking off. 

You were all too happy to oblige. You made your way back to the bed where Kyle was arched like a cat, thrusting the dildo in and out of himself, his free hand clenching the bed sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white. 

You carefully wrapped your hand around his cock, still covered in lube which made it easier for you to jerk him, letting his heavy cock slide between your fingers.

Kyle was so overwhelmed. He was unsure if he should push back against the toy or arch into your touch to his cock. So he did both, rocking back and forth he moaned the loudest he had yet, eyes closed tightly as he threw his head back, his dirty blonde hair a mess.

You slid your thumb across the tip of his cock and he mewled, arching into the feeling as his breath shuddered. With the way he was breathing and the way his stomach tensed, you knew he was close.  

With a few more strokes over his cock he came hard, a lot all over your hand. He seemed to cum a lot more than a normal human, and you didn’t really have an explanation for that other then he just… did. 

He collapsed onto you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he panted hard, his hot breath and drool smearing against your shirt and through it onto your skin as he came down from his high.

You gently reached behind him and helped him pull the toy out, causing a small cry to leave his lips at the loss of fullness. You set the toy down on the bed to be cleaned off later and just held your boy for several moments as he calmed down.

“T-thank you.” He spoke, voice still trembling a bit. He hadn’t came that hard since he’d been brought back to life, maybe even before that, but he couldn’t remember.

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It was a few days after that that you had decided to take Kyle to go get his very own dildo. One just for him. Once you told him, he was all too excited, nearly bouncing off the walls as the two of you got your shoes and coats on. 

You got a taxi that delivered you into town before taking Kyle’s hand and walking around for a while.  You looked through some shop windows before finally arriving at your intended destination. A small, inconspicuous sex shop right on the edge of town. 

Kyle squeezed your hand tighter as he pulled you towards the door, urging you to walk in with him. 

A little bell above the door dinged announcing your arrival to anyone in the store. There was a young lady behind the counter who gave you a friendly smile before going back to flipping through a magazine.

The store was dimly lit but filled with all sorts of things. Vibrators, lube, dildos, literally any sex toy that ever existed. Several huge dildo’s lined the wall that had you questioning if they’d even feel good inside. We’re talking like 10+ inches. Ouch. 

Kyle's dark eyes widened as he looked around the store, taking in every detail before a certain wall of dildo’s caught his eye. He looked back at you before making his way there, clumsy hands reaching out to grab the first one that caught his eye. It was pale and not super girthy or long, but he knew it was perfect and he wanted that one. He was so proud and happy that he was finally getting his very own special toy.

You chuckled softly at seeing he found what he wanted so quickly. He held it up triumphantly to you, showing it off as he grinned, dimples popping. Why was he so adorable even in times like these? 

“T-try-“ he said, looking at you with a sort of desperation that told you you should pay quickly and get out of there before he ended up trying to take his pants off right in the damn store. You really never knew what would happen when Kyle was around. 

You nodded and waved him over, grabbing a few things that caught your eye. A small vibrator and a new bottle of lube for the two of you to share. 

You brought the items to the front and set them on the counter, the girl once again looking up from her magazine for a split second before closing it entirely and beginning to scan the items you set down.

“Find everything alright?” She asked, not looking up from what she was scanning as Kyle set the dildo down on the counter along with the things you had grabbed. 

“Yup! Thanks.” You gave a gentle smile, though she didn’t see it nor return it because her head was still bowed low. Good, the last thing you needed was for her to somehow recognize Kyle. He had been all over the news when he passed and surely she’d seen it. 

The total showed on the screen and you pulled out your cash from your wallet, handing it over to the woman as Kyle began to wander off in the store again, no doubt curious about everything there.

She bagged up your items and gave you your change, still never once looking up before she just went right back to her magazine. Odd, but you couldn’t really be bothered to care much. You were set on getting Kyle back home and settled.

He was waiting for you by the door, hand outstretched for the bag as he smiled. He was in a very good mood and no doubt excited to try his new toy the second you got home.

You handed the bag to him before opening the door, taking Kyle’s free hand in your own as you called for another Taxi that soon drove you back to the academy.

The drive back was almost completely silent, with Kyle looking out the window and seeing the passing places and people.

Thanking the cab driver, you paid and got out, Kyle following at your heels, bag still gripped in his hands as he hummed excitedly, fidgeting a bit as he followed after you. As luck would have it, you two were alone at the academy again, which meant that Kyle could be as loud as he wanted, which he would no doubt take full advantage of.

He set the bag down on the bed before beginning to undo his belt and the button on his jeans, trying to wriggle them off.

“Woah- eager are we?” You chuckled, looking at him as he stuck his tongue out in concentration before sliding the pants off his body, quickly followed by his boxers. 

To no one’s surprise, Kyle was already hard, cock jumping out from the confines of his boxers as he took it in his large hand and began to stroke over it as carefully as he could.

His other hand reached for the bag and dumped out the contents onto the bed. He furrowed his brows and looked curiously at the small bullet vibrator you’d gotten. He hadn’t been paying much attention to what you’d grabbed in the store.

Taking it in your hand, you took it out of the packaging and turned it on, a faint buzzing sound emanating from it as it shook lightly in your hand.

Kyle tilted his head curiously as he watched it buzz in your hand. He didn’t seem very familiar with it.

Moving slowly, you carefully placed the buzzing vibrator against his thigh first  to show him how it worked and how it felt. He jumped in surprise, glancing down at his lap curiously before looking back up at you. 

“T-touch. Hereee” he said, pulling your hand along with the vibrator onto the head of his leaking cock. The feeling was instant and Kyle bucked his hips, yelping in surprise as he watched it buzz against his cock. 

“Mmm- good- l-likeee.” He groaned softly, arching into the feeling to get more pressure on his cock. You grinned, pressing it down a bit more against him. 

He gripped onto your shoulder tightly, hard enough to leave bruises as he leaned on you for support, the feeling making his whole body shiver. Why hadn’t he tried this sooner was all he could think in the moment besides how good it felt.

He laid his head against your shoulder and watched as you dragged the vibrator across his cock, down to his balls. He giggled softly, the feeling pleasurable but ticklish, before you went back up. It went on like that for a while, up and down, up and down. The only sounds in the room were the faint buzzing sounds of the vibrator and Kyle’s pathetic whines of pleasure. 

Before you knew it, he was pushing the vibrator away with an almost panicked cry, pushing away from you as he settled himself. He was close, and it was obvious that he didn’t want the fun to end just yet.

You switched the vibrator off and set it down on the bed, reaching instead for the dildo that he’d bought, opening it and showing it to him.

Much to your surprise he took the tip of it into his mouth, suckling gently as he arched his hips up into nothing, and part of you wondered how many times he’d done this in life to be so familiar with it even now. 

Kyle pressed a few sloppy kisses to the tip before pulling away, looking back at you. “Y-you nowww.” He said, pushing the dildo away from his face. You found it a bit odd but thought he meant he wanted you to suck on it now, so you brought it up to your lips and was about to take the tip into your mouth before he stopped you.

“Nooooo! T-to Kyleeee” he huffed, glancing down at his hard cock. Oh. That made more sense.

You hadn’t actually blown him before. You’d given him a handful of handjobs and he’d fucked you maybe twice, so this was all still new territory for the two of you, and you wanted to go slow as to not trigger Kyle in any way. 

You brought your hand down to give him a few firm strokes before pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock. This drove Kyle wild by the way he groaned out, head falling back as he panted, hard.

You continued on, seeing this as a good sign as you suckled just the tip into your mouth, letting your tongue glide along the slit, ever so slightly dipping into it to collect the pre-cum forming.

Kyle whimpered this time, a much more pathetic sound then the ones he’d previously made as he arched his hips into the touch, urging you to take him deeper.

So, you did. It was obvious Kyle needed this and you wanted so badly to make him feel good. And also, you’d be lying if you said this didn’t turn you on just the tiniest bit. Maybe more than that…

Your lips slid down his cock, stretching as you went, the whole time Kyle’s moans urged you on as he gripped onto the bed, watching you as you swallowed him down before pulling off to take a breath.

Kyle watched you for a while, making quiet noises of pleasure that let you know you were doing it right, before his moans began to get increasingly louder and more desperate in tone. You popped off of him and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, checking to make sure he was still doing okay.

He pulled you into a kiss without any warning, his large hands pawing at your clothes in what appeared to be a desperate attempt to get them off.

“M-moreeee” he whined, actually ripping your shirt on accident (probably not so much of an accident) before he continued to rip at the fabric, sliding it off of you and leaving your bra exposed to him. 

You took the hint and began to remove the rest of your clothing, slipping off your now nearly soaked panties as well as your bra.

Kyle let out a near animalistic groan at seeing your bare body, his hands coming up to rip his shirt off his body as well, tossing it onto the floor. He really needed to stop ripping all his clothing or he wouldn’t have anything to wear soon. 

He pulled you into a sloppy kiss, the two of you now fully nude. He ground against you a bit, moaning as his cock brushed between your thighs. He was beginning to grow impatient and wanted to try out his new toy, but also wanted to play around with you.

He grabbed the dildo and the bottle of lube and with your help, he lubed it up. He groaned impatiently as you took it away from him, lubing up your own fingers to help stretch him out. He was always so impatient that he just wanted to fuck himself on it immediately, even though he knew it’d be uncomfortable.

He stopped his protests the second your finger circled his hole before breaching it, the stretch a welcome pleasure to Kyle as he moaned out, arching into the feeling.

When you were three fingers deep in him he began to wriggle around impatiently before he pinned you to the bed, kissing and nipping at your shoulder as he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Oh we wanna do that now baby? Okay we can do that.” 

Kyle’s hands blindly reached around the bed, obviously looking for something before he found it, holding the dildo up for you to see as he urged you to take it.

“B-bothhh” he said, gesturing to the silicone cock before his own. You weren’t exactly sure what he meant, but you figured you had a pretty good idea.

Kyle positioned himself back over you as he clumsily placed his tip at your entrance before pushing in, burying his face in the crook of your neck as your warm, tight walls enveloped his cock completely, like a snug blanket.

You looked at the dildo in your hands, arching your back a bit as he began to thrust into you with no warning. 

Making sure it was still decently lubed up, you reached behind him until it was positioned as his hole, causing him to freeze and arch back into the feeling.

“Is this what you want, Kyle?” You asked, teasing him with the dildo, not pushing it into him just yet.

“Yessss- p-pleaseee” he groaned out, back arching further to try and get it inside his needy hole. 

You slowly slowly slipped it inside him. Well, as slowly as you could with the way that his hole sucked it in, wanting more more more until it was fully inside him. 

He stayed still for several moments, the overwhelming feeling of his cock being buried deep inside your warmth and the dildo being buried inside him was almost too much.

Slowly but surely he began to rock back and forth, thrusting his cock into you before pulling back and leaning into the silicone cock.

This was heaven for him, he’d never felt anything better and never wanted it to end, although he already felt close so it would unfortunately come to an end sooner rather than later for the boy.

His thrusts were rough and bordering on painful, but the slap of his pelvis against your clit was just enough to make the experience pleasurable. He was using you for his own pleasure and it was honestly one of the hottest things you’d seen. He was definitely coming into his body more as time went on, and in times like this it was very obvious. 

“MmmGahH… Good.” He groaned out, dirty blonde hairs falling in front of his cute eyes as he rocked back and forth against you.

You tried your best to thrust the dildo in and out of his hole, but with the way he was pounding into you, it made it a bit difficult. No matter for Kyle though, he was finding his pleasure just fine by rocking back against it. 

His body began to shake subtly and you knew he was close by the way his hands held your shoulders tight enough to leave bruises. No matter, you enjoyed it too much to tell him to stop.

His thrusts became more erratic as he lost his rhythm, chasing his pleasure in an attempt to feel the sweet release his body so badly craved.

You weren’t far behind. The rough stimulation to your clit causing surges of pleasure to rush through your body and you would no doubt fall over the edge the second he did, if not sooner.

“C-closeee” Kyle groaned out, words barely intelligible as he lost himself to the pleasure. He gave a few more weak thrusts before stilling inside you. You felt the warmth of his release coat your walls thickly and you came as well, your own body arching up against his.

It took the both of you a few moments to gain back your composure but when you did you slid the toy out of his hole, gently setting it down to be cleaned and put away later. Kyle stayed inside you, putting almost all his body weight on you as he caught his breath. You let out a soft laugh, all the air in your lungs getting squeezed out the more weight Kyle put on you.

“Kyle- you’re squishing me-“ you choked out, and Kyle, despite how tired he was, slipped out of you and collapsed next to you on the bed before wrapping you in his arms.

He peppered kisses to the top of your head and clumsily played with your hair, smiling like the big dope he was as his eyelids began to flutter slowly.

“S-sleep nowww” he spoke, closing his eyes and pulling you impossibly closer as a yawn escaped his mouth. He felt asleep not a minute later, his soft snores music to your ears. Once you were sure he was really asleep you slipped out of his grip to get up and use the bathroom as well as clean yourself up. You looked at the boy sleeping on your bed. Sweaty, naked, hair all in his face and smiling in his sleep. He was so precious and as time went on you were sure he’d get even better at communicating his needs and wants but for now, this was a good start. 

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The Evans getting turned on by you.

notes : hiya i’m starting a series where it would be how the Evans (Evan, Tate, Kit, Franken Kyle, Frat boy Kyle, Jimmy, James and Kai) would react to you doing something and requests would be greatly appreciated, thank you!! xxx

here’s a little preview, xxx

Evan Peters :

- wearing his clothes really turn him on ( but he would definitely rather you naked ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) )

- preferably his shirts or hoodies, it would look very baggy and long on you and Evan would find that hot.

- he thinks you wearing his clothes is like a marking that your his

- you would walk out of the shower, his shirt draping over your small frame

- Evan would see you and dramatically gasp and act like he fainted then running over to you like a little kid 

- “ you look wonderful in my clothes, you should wear them more often “ he said in a low grunt then he unexpectedly picked you up and put you over his shoulder. Making you shriek, surprising you with the swift move. After carefully laying you down, he would smother you in kisses.

- it would either end up with cuddles or a steamy, segssy time

Tate Langdon : 

- seeing you choke on his cock pushes him off the edge

- he loves deep-throating and fucking your mouth

- likes to see you go all the to the base of his dick and gagging on it

- “ Come on y/n, you can fit it all the way you’ve done it before “ he says encouraging you to take him whole. You opened up your throat pushing the rest of his cock into your mouth, closing your mouth around it and hollowing out your cheeks. Tate would throw back his head in pleasure, accidentally pulling your hair in the process. After a few more thrust into your mouth, he would release his load into your mouth. “ Good girl, and now good girls get rewarded. “

- he would then continue to pleasure you as a exchange for sucking him off

Kit Walker :

- he thinks you look hot being angry ( like literally when your on fire, he’ll think your hot. get the pun? ok i’ll stop )

- he would cut you off in the middle of your rant or argument and just kiss you to make you shut up. Making you so confused but going along with it.

- “ My boss made me do another shift tomorrow even though I specifically told him I was busy the next day! ” you shouted out of frustration, putting both your hands onto your temples. Massaging them so you wouldn’t get a migraine. “ Well did ya tell em again that you’re not available the following day? ” “ Yes, yes I did Kit! But that bastard ignored it.” you replied, kicking the pillow in front of you. You kept going on about how your boss was an ass, until Kit couldn’t take it anymore. He crashed his lips on to yours, making you stop talking. “ Thought ya take the hint when my eyes was going all over you “ he muttered in a deep voice while making love bites on your neck. “ Let’s take this to the room, yea doll? ”

- would only want to pleasure you so that your mind could take time off after being angry

Frat boy Kyle Spencer :

- he loves to see you dress up sexy

- roaming his hands over your body

- shooting you with compliments left and right

- would want to just ditch the event you were getting ready for

- walking out of the your room, you asked Kyle to open his eyes then giving him a twirl. He would look absolutely star struck, eyeing your black silk dress exposing a bit of your breast. His hands roaming all over your frame, he leaned into kiss you but you backed away knowing his trick. “ Nonono, I know what you’re tryna do, one kiss and we’re not leaving hmph? ” “ Maybe let’s just skipped this one, please babe. “ he pleaded but you shook your head “ Nope I spent way too long getting ready for it to go to waste, c’mon let’s go .” you walked away from his grip, hearing him groan.

- he would make a fuss out of it and try to leave the party early

Franken Kyle Spencer :

- he doesn’t really understand what getting turned on is

- but he loves your love bites and bobbies

- he would then get hard but he wouldn’t know why so you’ll help him take care of it

- you were helping Kyle bathe and he would beg you to come in with him. Mostly because he feels shy being naked under your gaze, so if you don’t shower with him. He’ll just pull you in so that now you’ll be wet and mind as well take a shower. But it’ll turn south because it would just end up with you two making out in the bathroom. “ Suc-ck n-neck ” he’ll say so you'd give give him hickies and you would do as told. He plays with your breast while you’re sucking on his neck, kneading them like dough and pinching your hard nipples.

- you would also just end up having shower sex because Kyle would be too impatient

Jimmy Darling :

- dirty talk is his thang

- you in silk lingerie would make in make him do flips

- you moaning while his fingering you

- honestly just combine all of the above and he would drop dead

- you would notice Jimmy being tense up the whole day due his new act that he is going to perform tonight. So you decided to give him a little treat in the caravan at the end of the day. 12.33 am, Jimmy would be coming back soon so you slipped on his favourite lingerie set. Then you’d lay in a sexy position on his bed, waiting for him to walk in. “ Hey darling I’m bac- woah ” his eyes opening wide, definitely not expecting this. “ Like what you see? ” walking up to him and palming him while whispering into his ear. “ Let me take care of you tonight alright? ” you said while kneeling down

- he would definitely give you aftercare

James Patrick March : 

- lovessss to see you beg and call him zaddy

- would purposely do something out of your favour just to see you beg

- while having sex you’ll have to call him daddy or you would get punished ( sometimes you would intentionally disobey him so he could punish you, which is usually spanking. ) 

- “ Do you want me inside of you my dearest? ” he said, teasing you. You nodded hungry for attention at your cunt. “ Use you pretty mouth dear, come on, beg for it .” “ Daddy please enter me, I really need you to make me come. ” “ Good girl y/n ” James praises

- you usually are exhausted after sex, so James would clean you up and tuck you into bed. 

- Giving you a goodnight kiss on the forehead 

Kai Anderson :

- he likes it when you sit on his lap

- you would see him working very hard for his cult that day and would want to distract him a bit ( but would deeply regret it after )

- when he is working, you asked if you could on his lap and he would let you but you couldn’t distract him too much.

- testing the waters, you moved around trying to grind him but just said you’re trying to get comfortable.

- you knows he enjoys it but he also had a lot of work to complete

- you could feel him getting hard underneath, so you would full-on grind him until he got mad and carries you into the bedroom.

- he then violently throws you on to the bed and makes sure you learned your lesson to never do it again.

Peter Maximoff :

- he likes you riding his dick

- would absolutely die if you praised him

- when you ride his cock he always stares at your tits going up and down

- " yes y/n just like that " peter moaned while you bounced up and down. " Fuck maximoff, your cock is hitting all the right places " you whimpered, tugging on his soft sliver hair. His ears tingling after hearing you praise him.

- would swallow all of your cum that has spilled out.

god i’m so sorry if this was absolute ass i kinda struggled writing this :’)

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