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mogs4rt · 15 days

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i've avoided people succesfully for three days watching AHS in my room

#girlblog #girlblogging #this is a girlblog #girlblogger #introvert #this is how i cope #this is me #bed rotting #ahs7 #ahs cult

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tea-with-evan-and-me · 1 year

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So I don’t want to start anything but in that gif set of Evan shrugging booboodaddysblog shared in your ask, I have always noticed a bruise on Evan’s bottom lip… During the interview (he reacts to him killing Billie Lourd in AHS7 if I remember correctly), Evan often grazes his fingers over it and touches it like it’s sore. He was still with Emma during that time so… 😬 I was wondering if people had any clue of what it could be other than a bruise cause that’s just sad. Could it be a cold sore? 🫤

it’s hard to say, it could be something as simple as a blemish.. ironically, though, if we were to act like emma’s minions we’d already have a fanfic written to copy and paste in twitter replies, saying that emma punched evan and bruised his face. in reality, more likely than any of the tales they tell. 🤷🏻‍♀️

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madeofbees · 9 months

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me, watching all of ryan&brad shows at the same time on repeat:

oddly specific recurring elements:

frozen food family fortunes (AHS4&6, Scream Queens)

hydrotherapy = death (AHS2, Ratchet, Scream Queens)

the unending supply of identical looking middle-aged men (literally everything)

death by nail gun to the head (AHS7, Scream Queens)

I Cannot Afford My House (AHS1,6,7)

one or more arms being cut off but surviving anyway (AHS7, Scream Queens, arguably AHS3 kind of, Ratched)

surprise gimp in the attic (AHS1&7 and AHSs)

#ryan murphy #brad falchuk #american horror story #scream queens #ratched #ahs #ahs asylum #ahs freakshow #ahs roanoke #ahs cult #ahs murder house #ahs coven

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wroteclassicaly · 4 years

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Winter anderson x reader with Winter being somewhat dom? i'm like 99% sure she wouldn't be a bottom so i need to test my theory..

Warnings: Strap-on, language, and oral.

This one is a little over a paragraph!

She always teased you, tempted you. And when her brother Kai had picked up on your want for her—he’d encouraged it. Calling it a divine difference. Whatever that meant? Now you spend your nights in whatever positions she deems fit to put you in, whether it be harsh and rough, or soft and playful.

She has you on your back tonight, your legs wrapped tightly around her waist, her colored nails digging crescent shaped marks all across your ankles. She’s frustrated with the meetings and with Kai, which you’re gladly available to be her toy. She has you on your knees not long after. It’s about her tonight, not you. You’re to serve and only service her.

Her eyes take on this deep glow, her normally kept hair in disarray, slicked across her glistening forehead. You watch her naked chest heave with each lick you take from her dripping cunt. She’s yours. You’re hers.

#paragraph kinks #kristenwrites #ahs fanfiction #ahs7 #ahsfx #ahs #american horror story #winter anderson #winter anderson x reader #winter anderson x you #ahs: cult

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lonelytwo-leggedcreature · 4 years

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I’m catching up on AMERICAN HORROR STORY and I’m currently on CULT and truly this is my big take-away so far.

#ahs #ahs7 #ahs cult #american horror story #american horror story: cult #billy eichner #billy on the street #colton haynes

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pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc · 4 years

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Fresh Meat (Part 1)- Kai Anderson

i’d like to dedicate this to my best friend ash who stayed up until 2 in the morning with me to finish roanoke and watch the first episode of cult

pairing: kai anderson x sweet! innocent! reader

warnings: none really i just thought this scene was funny and i wanted to write a series that continued after it

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I walked out of the supermarket, readjusting the bags on my shoulders so they didn’t dig into my arms.

As I walked towards my car, I heard singing from across the parking lot.

“La cucaracha, la cucuracha,” the male voice crooned in the distance. I thought nothing of it until I heard the sound of a splatter, and then what sounded like dozens of feet shuffling and punches being thrown.

I quickly dropped my groceries next to my car and made my way to where the noises were coming from. I was appalled when I saw a vicious gang beating someone up, and I knew I had to stop it.

“Hey, assholes! Get the hell out of here!” I yelled at them, causing them to look over at me. Well, at least I got them to stop.

They all started advancing towards me, but I stood my ground. As they came closer, I began trembling slightly, but I stayed strong.

“Don’t do anything you might regret. T-there’s cameras in this p-parking lot that capture everything. Do you really want your crimes caught on tape?” I cursed myself as I stuttered.

Surprisingly, they backed off, hopping back in their truck. I sighed in relief, quickly remembering the guy they were beating up, who was still left limp on the pavement.

I ran over to him, falling to my knees to help him. My pantyhose ripped, skinning my knees, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care.

“O-oh my god, sir, are you okay? I saw them hurting you and I had to stop them.” I said as I rolled him onto his back, brushing his blue hair out of the way and checking his pulse.

“Those guys were pricks.” He groaned, holding a hand to what I’m sure were his aching ribs.

“Yeah, yeah they were.” I smiled. “D-do you need an ambulance or something? I’m sure you broke something.”

The man nodded slightly, keeping his movement to a minimum. I pulled out my phone, calling the hospital and telling them our location.

“Do you need anything before they get here, sir?” I asked politely, wiping the blood from his nose with a tissue.

“You don’t have to keep calling me sir, you know. My name’s Kai. Kai Anderson.” He mumbled.

“Sorry, it’s just a habit. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” I held out my hand for Kai to shake out of instinct, and I made a move to retract it. “I’m sorry, that was so stupid, I just-” I stopped talking when he made a move to grab my hand and hold onto it rather than shaking it.

He stayed still, our hands resting above his heart, beating slowly. He smiled, but as it reached his lips, he moaned in pain.

“It’s okay, just relax until the ambulance gets here.” An odd, overwhelming sense of familiarity came over me and my other hand stroked his hair softly. What am I doing? He’s a total stranger, not my boyfriend!

Sooner than later, I heard the blaring sirens, standing up to alert the driver of my presence.

“Can you please tell us what happened, m’am?” The EMT asked me.

“I was taking my bags out to my car, when I heard what sounded like a lot of people, so I went to see what happened. I came across this drug gang beating up this man, but thankfully they backed off when I got here.” I explained. “I stayed with him until you arrived.”

“Can we get the assault victim’s name, m’am?” He asked, nodding.

“Kai Anderson.” I replied, watching them lift him up onto a gurney. They rolled him towards the vehicle, but I swear he locked eyes with me before he passed out.

I stayed to discuss a few things with the EMT, but he soon left, and I was alone in the parking lot once again. I had only just met Kai, but he intrigued me deeply.

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eeeeewwwwwwww i hate writing endings i never know how to end stuff

there’s gonna be at least 3-4 parts of this so stay tuned

let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for this series ;)

TAGLIST: @crimsonmoonss @life-rocked-me-like-motley @notquitepainless @fuckmedobrik @polarluxray @cobainlover @magicaljellydonut @totally-true @exvanpeters @evandearest @heavymetalover @gracebtw @imma-witch-bitch @dylisbae @felloff-the-moon @psychobitchtess @peachyklss @michael-langdon-baby @gardengirl-18

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hotelgrimes · 4 years

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taking requests for ahs oneshots and headcanons !!

really ill do just about anything, but im especially open to mlm and male reader requests !!

i may turn down murder house requests.

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url-al-blr · 4 years

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Billie Lourd as Winter Anderson in AHS: Cult (2017)

#ahs cult #ahs #winter anderson #billie lourd #ahs7 #american horror story #noir

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daebom · 5 years

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— Kai Anderson ( 6 / ∞ )

#ahs #american horror story #ahs cult #american horror story cult #ahs7 #ahsedit #americanhorrorstoryedit #kai anderson #kaiandersonedit #kandersonedit #evan peters #ka #edit: ahs

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grilledcheeseandguavajelly · 4 years

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Ally Mayfair-Richards. Saying “halfway home”. That is all.

#ahs #ahs cult #ally mayfair richards #ahs sarah paulson #sarah paulson #cult #ahs7 #ahs murder house #ahs asylum #ahs coven #ahs freakshow #ahs hotel #ahs roanoke #ahs apocalypse #american horror story #ahs imagine #ahs cast

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dirtyahs · 5 years

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A Day Spent with Councilman Kai Anderson. (Kai Anderson x female reader)

hi friends :-) this was inspired by @evanfuckingpeters and i thirsting over Kai lmao

Warnings: humiliation, degradation, dubcon - consent is implied but not stated outright, choking, hitting, hate sex, etc.

Requests are open :)

You couldn't help but roll your eyes when you saw him walk on stage. He was wearing a navy blue suit and a red tie, his hair tied back in a tight bun. You had an extra credit opportunity for your political science class and it was to somehow get yourself involved in something political, so you decided to go to a Kai Anderson rally. He was running for congress in your little town, but his ideas were so far right that you couldn't help but hate him. It seemed like he hated anybody that wasn't a straight white man. So you decided to show up to listen to him speak. At least if you got angry you'd be able to write a good essay for class. You were on the outskirts of the crowd, arms crossed. Anderson wasn't the greatest speaker, but one thing you couldn't deny was his charm. He just radiated confidence and it's like he could make eye contact with every person in the crowd and you couldn't look away. You were one of those people. He looked down the microphone at you, his eyes meeting yours. It's like he could tell you disagreed with every word he was saying - his voice got louder, he pushed his shoulders back a bit more, and flashed you a conceited smirk each time the crowd cheered for him. The rally lasted about an hour and a half, ending with everyone chanting his name and throwing around mini American flags. His eyes kept returning to you though. While everyone else was getting so energized, you made sure to turn on your heels and get out of there quickly. Someone was sure to notice your lack of enthusiasm for Anderson and with how polar the parties were at this time, you didn't want to be in that position. You began your walk home, already planning out the topics you wanted to cover in your essay. You were quickly jolted from your thoughts when you felt someone's hand on your arm. "Excuse me, miss. I wanted to ask you something." You turned around, eyes widening to see it was none other than Kai Anderson himself, that charming smile stuck to his face.

"Um...okay. What can I help you with?" You couldn't help but be shocked. You were the only one in the crowd who wasn't excited for him and he chooses to stop you? Your fingers played aimlessly with the hem of your denim shorts. "You didn't seem like you wanted to be there- at my rally? Do you have a problem with something I said?" He asked boldly, his hands crossing in front of him. He seemed so composed for asking you such a heated question. "Honestly, Mr. Anderson," You started, watching his face light up as you addressed him. "I really do. I think that a lot of what you stand for is a symbol of hatred and would be moving our country back in time to when women weren't allowed to vote and public places were still segregated. I personally don't like what you stand for." A bold answer in return to his bold question. His polite smile faded to a clenched jaw and dead eyed stare. "You some kind of feminist or something?" He sneered, arms crossing over his chest. You couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, you could call me that." You smiled sweetly. "If you thought you were going to be talking to a submissive, quiet woman then you pulled the wrong person." "Did I? Women are submissive just by nature. It's just how it is." He said matter-of-factly, making you chuckle and roll your eyes. "Oh? Something must have went wrong with me then." Your voice was dripping with sarcasm and although Anderson's face looked angry, his voice remained composed and calm. "Come to my place." Another bold statement making you raise an eyebrow, "I'd love to have a cup of coffee with you and hear what else you think about my campaign." Something about him was drawing you in, you weren't sure if it was his confidence, the way he was so composed? "I-I don't know, Mr. Anderson..." Your cheeks felt a little warmer than usual - he could tell. "Come on, I'm interested to know your opinions on me, maybe I could start gearing my campaign more towards the leftists." He stepped closer to you, eyes piercing into your own. "My place is walking distance away." With a deep breath you agreed. He did seem trustworthy and this would be incredible for your essay. He was right, you reached his house in about ten minutes, the walk was quiet. He lead you inside, your eyes watching him intently as he slid his suit jacket down his arms, tossing it on the couch. He remained silent as he made each of you coffee, keeping your stare locked on him. "Cream and sugar?" He asked warmly, looking over at you at your spot in the kitchen. "Yes, but I can put it in myself." Couldn't be too careful right? He snickered, setting a mug down in front of you. "You seem apprehensive. For a feminist you're awfully nervous around an innocent man." He sounded condescending. "A complete stranger who obviously has a thing for feeling dominant invited me to his home." You shot back, sipping your coffee, "You can't blame me for being a bit nervous." He chuckled. "A thing for feeling dominant, huh?" "Yeah, it's pretty clear you have some kind of insecurity with your masculinity. I mean come on, look at every single thing you stand for. You wanna be the big, strong man to save this country when in all actuality, your ideals are part of the problem." His clenched jaw returned, his hand coming up to rub his chin. You could see you were making him frustrated and couldn't help but push his buttons even more. "Mommy issues?" You looked away and took another sip of the hot drink in your hands. He didn't directly say anything to you but you heard him mumble something under his breath. You raised an eyebrow at him, watching as he stood up, arms crossing. "You are why I feel the way I do. You are the classic example of a woman that needs to be put back in her place." He hissed, eyes burning holes into your skin. He made you feel small, the way he was standing over you, shoulders squared off. You stood up to meet his glare. He stepped towards you, chests touching, forcing you to step back. "It's so unattractive when women try and stand up for themselves. You desperately need a man to put you back in your place." He forced you against the wall, his body pressed firmly against yours. You opened your mouth to respond but his hand came up, covering your mouth to force you into silence. "You need a man to reduce you to the submissive little bitch you are. You being a 'feminist,' thinking you're a strong woman - you're not." His words cut into you, eyes locked on his as he kept his hand over your mouth, the free one making its way between your thighs. His lips parted and he smirked, "Look at this independent feminist, with a wet pussy after being degraded." His voice was condescending, but you couldn't hide how much it excited you. Your eyes narrowed and you bit the palm of his hand. "You sick fuck, getting hard from degrading a woman." You hissed, realizing the pressure pressing against his slacks. He mocked you, returning the insult as his fingers slipped into your shorts, sliding between the absolutely soaked folds between your legs. He brought his fingers up to your mouth, forcing one in, pushing down on your tongue, forcing you to gag. "You like this just as much as I do." He whispered, his free hand unbuttoning your shorts and sliding them down your thighs. In one quick movement he grabbed a fistful of your hair at the base of your neck, smirking devilishly. "I'm going to teach you how to behave in front of a man." With your hair in his hand, he lead you downstairs to his basement, slamming the door behind him. "Get on your knees." He growled, unbuttoning his slacks, kicking them aside. You ignored him, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything to him. He had the upper hand right now. Something about him controlling you was so fucking hot though. "I said get on your knees, bitch!" He raised his voice at you, forcing you to your knees. You looked up at him, watching as he took no time to toss his boxers aside, revealing his impressive length. He bent down so his face was close to yours, "You're going to open your mouth and keep it open." He let out a devious laugh before bringing a rough smack down to your cheek. He leaned back up, and you opened your mouth as instructed. He forced himself in, not stopping until your nose grazed his lower stomach. He let out a relaxed moan, head thrown back in satisfaction. Your eyes squeezed shut as he began thrusting in and out of your mouth, his hands holding you in place. He picked up his pace, and you opened your eyes to see him staring down at you now, lips parted letting out a few deeply satisfied moans. "Good girl..." He hissed, giving you another, but more gentle, smack to your cheek. "Your mouth makes such a nice toy for my cock." His words only aided in the wet desperation forming between your thighs. You felt your eyes watering, tears forming at your lash line, blinking them away. Kai smiled as he watched the black smears roll down your cheeks.

In one sudden movement he pulled himself from your throat, unable to hide his smirk as he watched you gasp for air. He didn't give you much time to catch your breath though; he quickly grabbed your hair once more and pulled you up to your feet, his lips almost touching yours. "What a beautiful, strong, independent woman with her makeup running down her face from taking cock down her throat." His voice was sharp and it felt like he was drawing out every word just to degrade you more. He was thoroughly enjoying embarrassing you for everything you said earlier. With those words he grabbed your loose cropped tank top at the neck and ripped it down the center, revealing a black lacy bralette. You felt breathless. You couldn't manage to worry about your shirt right now. He'd probably make you walk home without a shirt just to devalue you even more, but it didn't matter right now. He smirked and forced you up against the wall again, the remains of your shirt on the ground by your feet. You looked up at him, the entertained glint in his eyes never faltering, even for a moment. Your chin tilted upwards as he brought his hand to your throat, holding you firmly. His free hand moved to your chest, groping at your breasts, his breath loud and heavy. "These are what you're good for." He hissed, leaning down and sucking a deep hickey into your breast. "Hear me? These tits are all you are worth." His hand released your throat and you were able to breathe freely again. He quickly turned you around, your face pressed firmly against the wall. He grabbed your wrists and held them against your lower back. He moved one hand and grabbed your hips to force an arch into your back. You couldn't help but gasp when you felt the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit, his hands still holding your wrists behind your back. "I can't believe how wet this pussy is for me." His breath was hot on your back, making you shiver. You couldn't bring yourself to speak. You needed him so badly, as disgusting as it made you feel. In one sharp move, you felt him force his cock all the way inside of you, both of you letting out relieved groans. "How's it feel?" He hissed, nipping at the soft skin at your shoulder. "It feels so good..." Your voice was quiet and shy. It almost hurt to give him verbal approval of what he was doing. "Say it louder." You felt him smirk against your skin as he pulled himself almost all the way back out before slamming back in. You were silent. "I said say it louder." He raised his voice, bring a harsh smack down onto your ass, making you whimper at the sharp contact. "It feels so good!" You damn near yelled at him. In response, he picked his pace up quite a bit, your wrists still pinned behind your back. Along with how good he felt, there was something so sexy about the way he was moaning for you. He didn't sound real, he sounded staged like some kind of pornstar being told what to do. But this was real and this was raw. You were getting fucked by a possible government official in his home. You did the best you could to crane your neck to look at him. His face was twisted with pure satisfaction, jaw relaxed, aggressive moans falling from his lips. His eyes met yours and his free hand came up to your throat, wrapping around it firmly.

"I can feel your legs shaking. Are you going to cum for me?" He hissed, voice dripping with sarcasm. He was right though. You nodded your head, your knees shaking and ready to give out at any moment. "Cum for me, all over my cock. Dirty fucking slut." He grabbed your face, forcing your mouth open and spitting in it with his last words. You couldn't help it anymore, you came harder than you had in months. You were screaming his name, your spine arching as the heat between your thighs was finally released, soaking his cock and your inner thighs. He fucked you through your high, you were unable to form words at this point, he truly had fucked you stupid. As soon as you finally regained your balance and had come down, he tugged on your hair, forcing you to hold the arch in your back, listening to him moan loudly as he came. Once he was finished, he pulled out, releasing your wrists, allowing you to turn around and face him. Your eyes were almost glazed over, making him chuckle. "Find a shirt somewhere and get your feminist ass out of my house. I'll see you at my next rally."

#ahs #american horror story #kai anderson #ahs kai #ahs cult #ahs7 #kai #evan peters #evan peters imagine #kai imagine #kai fan fiction #evan peters fanfiction #not my gif #ahs smut

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evan-pizzers-blog · 5 years

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When Kai looked at me, it was better than a Xanny high. It was better than sex. He made me feel special, like we were the only two people in the world.

Season 7, Ep. 6, Mid-Western Assassin.

#evan peters gif #evan peters #evanpeters #ahs #ahs7 #ahs cult #americam horror story #kai anderson #meadow wilton

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sarahfuckinpaulson · 5 years

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