#american horror story fandom

[capuletoo]

Over and over again - Kai Anderson

note: Some time ago, someone called me out on only writing about Kai Anderson… what can i say i love writing about fake love.

summary: the reader encounters a friend they used to know very well

TW: sex, toxic relationship

words: 1.5k

[The alcohol that once filled your glass was long gone.

You watched your friends as they were in their own world, some were in strangers arms as you sat in the stall, finding the strength to get up and leave.

A strong presence arrived by your side. A pair of hands that you could recognize everywhere reached out to your glass.

“Let me get you another one” His blue strands of hair slicked back to a low bun. His piercing eyes shifted from your face to the bartender.

You ignored all the comments that floodled over your head. The warnings you always settled to yourself of never talking to him again. To not believe anything he said

“Your cologne is so strong” You turned your torso, watching him. “It reminds me of campfire smoke”]

“We are here” Kai dropped your legs from his back, setting your feet to the ground. Acid scrapping your throat, in the meantime, you tried to make out your surroundings, which was hard enough in the dark, moonlight only trickling along gates, combing through grass and the lone road. The number of buildings seemed scarce, all scattered like confetti.

That's when you remembered his words from earlier: “I know a museum nearby” only earning a “how will we get there?” from you, and here you were.

You never felt so close to anyone, and never felt obliged to be–but perhaps because he was the only one there, the only one you seemed to remember, a moment of desperation and urgency pushing you to grab him and speak soft and fast.

You headed towards the nearest door to a building you hadn't even noticed as the wind lashed you left and right.

Sculptures were on display. You jeered at nearly everything, from yellowing windows to accidentally kicking ove one of many unit lanterns trailing the narrow halls.

You remembered how he was saying small facts about some sculptures until now. You looked at one.

“Its sad that they are here, probably forgotten even though they are in a museum”

At some point Kai lifted his head and held a tourmaline necklace in one hand, watching it swing before holding it up to my neck. Gaze running from your throat to your face “You should keep it” he said as if saying it suits you.

It was the same necklace he gave a some time ago, we you ran away from him you didn’t wanted to bring anything with you that reminded you of him.

Summer rain pattered on the windows as you held your hand grazing the pendant. His hand lowered to meet yours and that's when you realized that your heart was pounding in your ears. Maybe it was because it was late at night, no one inside the museum since it was closed, yet the two of you were there, breaking the rules. You thought about that as an excuse for your heartbeat.

Wordlessly, Kai found each end of the necklace and clasped it at the nape of your neck. His hot breath collapsed into the cold of the metal. So immersed you didn’t even realize the sound of foreign footsteps down the hall.

“Hello?”

You shared a glace

“Shit”

Smiling, you follow Kai though the exit, clapping your hand to your mouth to stop the laughter from spilling out, footsteps sounding only seconds away from you. Kai punched a door open and slipped into the nearest shrub.

An old man tumbled out the door.

You felt Kai look at you, a smile that read “that felt good didn’t it” you could only look at him nodding and smiling but also regretting it.

The rain began to pound like bullets, gluing your hair to your face and your skirt to your thighs and you wanted shelter right away. You didn’t knew if it was the rush of the moment, the coldness but your eye laid upon a car.

You stepped closer to it and for some reason it was unlocked, it wasn’t until you felt a warm hand grip your arm.

“What are you doing?” You ignored the question which made you unrecognized yourself. You slipped into the passenger’s seat.

“I want to feel the rush of the moment” Kai seemed to think about it. He must've shared the notion that it was okay to steal because God did it all the time.

The old man came out again sharing the same cuss that slipped from your lips as Kai started the engine. You must've been laughing. You couldn’t remember if he was laughing too, or if he even had a reaction because you were too busy with half your body out the window.

The hum of the car was the only thing that you could hear, the rain lighter than before. It died soon after.

“Why do you trust me?” He said suddenly

“Did I say that?”

“You implied it”

You were going in circles.

His hand trailed around your throat and landed to play with the pendant. You were so close, the type of closeness that he could take out a knife and you wouldn’t notice, the type of closeness that he could do anything and you would find it as intimate.

The gap between you was closing until he was centimeters away from you. His eyes going from your lips to your eyes, millions of questions read through his face asking, is this okay? You nodded: yes, this is more than okay and it shouldn’t.

You only closed your eyes when his lips pressed harder against your as if “Do you trust me?” And you could only follow his pace: “No, i don’t”

You weren't desperate for him, maybe it was just that you could have someone like him, that made you clutch his soaked clothes and pull him closer, a new type of desperation to prove that you were better than this. You didn't like him, in fact you wanted to pull away from him and replicate his arrogance and tell him “no, i didn’t feel a thing” but this was the only love you had gotten in a long time to pull away.

His lips felt like a sugar rush. You knew this wouldn’t last forever. It never does.

His hand descended to your knee and you pulled away.

“We should get changed”

With his fingertips denting at your skin you got out into the faint rain and headed into the nearest shop. You and Kai shuffled inside, already pressing one another into the nearest wall. His hand is just over your hip and under your skirt. Your hands reach to his hair, only a loose strand of blue locks outside the bun.

Inside the changing room your attention was all over his buttery kisses and his hot breath against your thighs. You breathed into him.

From behind he unfastened the buttons of your skirt until it fell to the ground. He sat down on a little bench and you stood in between him. His hands graced your thighs and made you shiver when he placed his hands to your hips and made you turn around.

You were giving him you back when he sat you down on the edge of the bench. He played with the hem of your panties. You threw your head into his shoulder so that he could hear every breath that came out of your mouth.

After he discarded his clothes and you were left with only your white socks, he gripped you across your chest and you could only hold onto his arm, afraid that if you didn’t, you would fall at his feet.

His fingers remembered every movement that made you crave more of him. They were agile, as his digits made their way to your folds. He rubbed small circles on you.

The feeling of his hands gripping your bare thighs was only enough for you.

You hated yourself for that

“I missed you” he said in between grunts

You couldn’t see his face, although you doubt he had any expression on it. He fastened his movements but just before the release, he stopped and turned you around so that you could see him.

The bun that held his hair was not longer there, leaving his hair to cover his forehead. He kissed you and you couldn't do anything else than to follow him in every move, inside this dressing room and outside of it.

It all felt so real it made you forget how this was all a part of a play for him.

You didn't remember when you had stopped, both of you too caught up in the moment. Your head was in the crook of his neck as you let out a small laugh, lifting your head slightly.

He let out a small grin after a small kiss on your neck as he got up, leading you to do the same.

You felt vulnerable after that and couldn’t hold yourself even after you accidentally said “im sorry”

“For what?”

Looking down at your socks and the rest of your clothes discarded on the floor made you feel like a kid.

You started dressing yourself.

“Let’s go home” you said

And everything started spiraling all over and over again.

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[crown-ov-horns]

If, after all these years, you still are interested in, or post about, AHS: Apocalypse (especially Millory), do me a favor and react to this. You know, I'm calling to the void, hoping someone will answer.

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[calummss]

⚝ . . 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ࿐

tate langdon

1920s boyfriend headcanon

kai anderson

being his girlfriend ’sent by god’

him & i — ‘you meet kai anderson and find out about his cult and want to watch a kill’

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[dead-girls-dont-cry]

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[tainted-harmon]

Does Violet have a gloomy personality? NO!

Thought I’d do this post because it’s a common belief that Violet has a gloomy personality and that’s who she really is. This is just MY opinion and interpretation. I could be wrong but I like writing my interpretations. *long post ahead

The first words people probably think of when they hear Violet Harmon are; aloof, moody, antisocial, morbid, gloomy. Which make her sound unpleasant, someone you wouldn’t really want to be around. And I think the biggest misconception about Violet is that she is this super dark person who is morbid and bleak and doesn’t enjoy the optimistic parts of life or experience joy. But I have to disagree with this, like hugely.

Violet, as we know has a fascination for the darker and weirder things in life. She also apparently has depression, which is an illness and NOT a choice or personality trait. We know she engages in self harm several times throughout the show and appears withdrawn most of the time. We also know her parents have a dysfunctional relationship, her mum had a stillbirth and we know that Violet witnessed her baby brother’s coffin (this is enough to affect an adult, let alone teenager). Her dad cheated on her mum and betrayed the whole family. And all the while Violet does not fit in at school, even prior to the move to Murder House. So she has a lot going on and we can see why she has developed Depression.

And this is where it’s easy to confuse her personality with the fact she is depressed. The two overlap. There are various points in the show that prove she isn’t morbid or consumed with the dark side of life. And I think it’s important to point out that a person can have an appreciation for the dark side of life and unusual things and still be a very happy person who loves life. It’s definitely a huge stereotype that people attracted to the macabre and weird are miserable people who hate life. A lot of her pessimism and withdrawn behaviour is because she is suffering Depression.

Why I think Violet is actually an optimistic person?

I know that sounds contradictory, but it isn’t. Trust me. Like I pointed out, Violet has depression and depression is an illness that changes people’s behaviour. Violet appears very gloomy throughout the show because she is dealing with depression. Add that with the fact they moved into a home that is very dark and lacks natural light, it adds to the feeling of her being more sullen than she actually is.

There are many hints though that underneath her depression she is a person who is social and doesn’t always favour the darkness. But chooses the light. The first clue of this is in Pilot. Her first reaction to seeing Murder house is;

“Great. So we’re the Addams family now?”.

Everyone knows the Addam’s Family is about a family who are extremely morbid, love death, pain and suffering. The house is gloomy, the parents are gloomy, the children are even gloomier. They like wearing only black, their house is mostly dark or lacking any colour. Violet’s statement suggests opposition towards moving into a house that is old and appears bleak and being associated with gloominess. First impressions speak volumes.

She only changes her mind after a strange experience in the basement, when their dog Hallie is barking at the basement door and acting odd. When she finds out there was a murder-suicide in the basement, her morbid curiosity and strange experience with the basement attracts her because she does have a propensity to gravitate towards the darker parts of life. But I still think her initial impression of the house and statement is important and reveals her true personality. It shows she doesn’t instantly lean to the darkness. Not typical of someone with a dark personality who would more than likely want to move into a physically bleak home!

The next big hint is when she and Tate do a ouija board in the basement. She gets annoyed with Tate, asking him why they always hang out in this “dark, dank place” and asks him why they can’t go somewhere on a real date.

She obviously doesn’t enjoy hanging out in the basement because it’s dark and gloomy. This one is self explanatory. Gloomy people are more likely to enjoy the darkness of a candle lit basement.

Suicide: wanting to die or escape the darkness?

The next is the episode “Piggy Piggy”.

Towards the end of the show, Violet is more visibly shaken and scared by what is happening in the house. So much so that she overdoses on sleeping pills in the episode “Piggy Piggy”, after finding out Tate is a ghost and mass murderer, and after she begins to also witness other ghosts in Murder house too.

I think this proves she isn’t as fond of the darkness as she makes out. But her depression could also be responsible for becoming more anxious and overwhelmed. I think it’s a mix, although she was also visibly frightened by strange experiences as early as the Pilot episode, like infantata in the basement.

…Not that a person who has a disposition for the darker things in life can’t be scared, but I think someone who is naturally gloomy and morbid would be more accepting of the experiences in the house. It wouldn’t affect them as much. Throughout most of the season, Violet is terrified by the strange experiences, and when she starts witnessing ghosts she is always scared. It’s only after discovering she died and became a ghost herself that she doesn’t seem frightened anymore.

I think this proves that a lot of her pessimistic behaviour has absolutely nothing to do with her personality, but it’s a reflection of her depression and anxious state. She was self harming and visibly depressed from the start, but her mental state worsens as she becomes more aware of Murder House and the evil. She becomes more withdrawn, moody and self harms more. Proving again she is depressed, not a naturally gloomy person. And she is more frightened by the darkness than she is is attracted to it.

I also don’t believe she wanted to die, which is expressed by Violet herself after her overdose. But I think her the main intention of her overdose was driven by fear and a desire to escape the darkness in the house, not purely suicidal intent. Which is ironic because death will seal her fate there forever, but I guess she was confused over what was real and not.

Obviously the depression played a massive part in the overdose, but I think if she hadn’t moved to Murder House she would’ve never commit suicide. Her already vulnerable state of mind was pushed by the darkness in the house. Shortly before her overdose she tells Ben “it’s the darkness, it has me”. A hint that she is scared by the darkness of the house and ghosts.

On the opening of “part 2 Halloween”we see Violet and Tate hanging out, laughing and having fun. Violet is probably the happiest we see her on the whole season. Could that be because she is out of the dark house? This is before she finds out Tate is a ghost and before she starts witnessing ghosts herself. After leaving the beach because of the dead highscool students harassing them, her and Tate return to Murder House. Not long after, Violet confronts the kids and tells them “you need to take your disgusting made up faces and go home”.

Apparently she doesn’t appreciate the blood and gore of what she believes is just a harmless Halloween costume.. She actually seems disgusted by the gore. She expresses disgust a lot of times, like when in the crawl space and she sees a dead animal.

Does Violet really like Murder House?

There’s a contradiction on whether Violet actually likes Murder house, but I still believe she is only partly attracted because of her fascination for the darker things in life. Which unfortunately is also the catalyst for her suicide. I don’t believe she is attracted to the house itself, as in the physical darkness and bleakness inside. I already pointed out two times she openly objects the physical darkness of the house. So why on several other occasions does she fight her parents when they try to resell Murder House? TATE. She wants to stay with Tate, not the house.

Violet even contradicts herself on “Open House” when her and Vivien go and view an apartment and shows her contempt for the move. She sarcasticly tells her mum

“Glad we moved here since we could be totally anywhere”.

But then in the same scene she also fights her mum on their decision to resell Murder House. At this point, her and Tate are talking again after Home Invasion and I believe she only wanted to stay because of Tate.

My interpretation

My interpretation of Violet is that, although she is naturally drawn the the darker things in life and has an appreciation for unusual things, at the core of her personality she isn’t someone who has a pessimistic outlook out life. She even talks to Ben about her future in College one day and how the home invasion will “make a great college essay one day”. I do think there was at least a part of her that really meant that because she didn’t seem beaten down over the events. Most of her pessimistic behaviour is the result of depression. I think if she hadn’t been depressed she would be a very outgoing and optimistic character. She clearly doesn’t dress in a depressing manner and although her room does appear gloomy, the main reason for that is because it was already like that before they moved. The walls were already painted a greyish-blue. Some of her choices of decor just make it appear more creepy and gloomy.

She also is definitely NOT introverted. She is withdrawn because of her depression, not personality. She is shown to be able to communicate with other people without any shynesses. Introverts naturally prefer to spend time alone than socialising with other people. They also are often shy when speaking to other people or not very talkative. Non of those traits fit Violet.

She likes spending time with Tate and has no problem speaking with strangers or people she doesn’t know well. She confidently with Addie, Constance, the “Dead Breakfast club”, the teacher that Tate shot. She even stands up to her bullies. An introverted or shy person wouldn’t be so confident or willing to socialise. Violet is not an introvert and is definitely not shy.

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[violetwitch12087]

Your girlfriend is Taissa Farmiga and you got her a present and start thinking about how u and her would be in the future

My girlfriend

I sit in my room before i start to want to see my girlfriend Taissa i get up and grab my wallet and everything i need and i walk downstairs and i walk outside locking my door "MOM IM GOING TO GO TO THE STORE" I yell into the house "OKAY BE SAFE" i walk down the street turning and turning before im at the grocery store

I walk in and i get flowers and walk up to pay for them after i payed i walk out and walk back near my house but i just turn down the road and i go to a house and i pull out my phone and i press on a contact "My love 💓" and it goes to ring

And after 2 rings a sweet voice of my girlfriend comes from the other side of the phone "hey baby" i hear her beautiful voice i fell for "hey babe come outside i wanna hang out with you" i say and i hear her mumble a mhm "okay ill be right there" and i wait a couples minutes

I put my hand that was holding the flowers behind my back so when she comes out she cant see them i hear her front door rattle and it opens and i see her straight blond and brown hair flying around her shoulders and i see the rest of her body come out of the house she locks her door

After locking her door she turns around and smiles at me and puts her key in her pocket and runs up to me "baby!" She says a beautiful smile on her face showing straight perfect white teeth and she wraps her arms around my neck and the hand that isn't holding the flowers wraps around her waist and we give each other a hug

She backs up and looks me up and down "here i have something for you" i say and she looks at me smiling even more "what is it" she says trying to look behind my back "close your eyes" she puts her hands out and closes her eyes and i put a bouquet of flowers in her hand that match her vibe

And opens her eyes and gasps before pulling me by my neck close to her again and this time im able to wrap my arms around her waist and i lift her up so shes off the floor but still in my arms

I set her down and my hand rubs up and down her back and she leans back and we give each other a kiss and she smiles into the kiss causing me to smile as we give soft kisses against each others lips and me and her lean back "thank you!" She says a giant smile on her face god i could look at it all day

"Your welcome my love" we turn and i grab her soft warm hand taking it into my cold one warming my hand up i bring her hand up to my face and i give it a soft kiss and she smiles and leans into me and we continue walking together talking together telling each other how much we love each other "hey you wanna stay the night today its the weekend and my mom still doesnt know that were together soo"

She nods "yeah im excited" she says smiling "okay lets start walking back cause its kinda late and ill set up my room and ill be outside your house at 9:00pm" i say looking into her brown hypnotic eyes "okay" she says a smile on her face like every other time and we start walking back and i drop her off at her house and i go to my house and set up my room my computer my blankets all of it

After getting ready fixing my hair and stuff its almost 9:00 so i start heading to my beautiful girlfriends house and i see her already walking out of her house with her backpack on and she walks up to me "hi" she says "hey" i say and give her a big kiss my hand on her waist and her face and her hands grabbing the back of my neck pulling me close to her

"Okay lets go" i say grabbing her hand and we walk to my house and i unlock the door opening it and we walk to my room laughing at each other we sit on my bed and she takes off her sweater and shoes and i do the same and we lay down next to each other watching movies laughing about dumb inside jokes not being able to breathe

We eat snacks and drink soda and we decide to walk downstairs and make some food i make ramen and she makes the eggs to put on top and we smile next to each other and i find myself imagining me and her in our own house happy together cooking next to each other and i get snapped out of my thoughts when she says "done!" And we sit down at the table

I put my hand on her thigh and we eat her occasionally putting her hand over mine thats on her leg my thumb rubbing the jeans on her we talk and chill together before we head back upstairs finally tired and i lock the door

We change into comfortable clothes and we lay down next to each other and she lays her head on my chest and i wrap my arm around her she lifts her head up and i lean down giving her a big sweet soft patient kiss and she puts her hand on my cheek pulling me closer into the kiss kissing me a couple times more before laying her head back down "i love you y/n" she says to me tired "i love you too taissa" and we fall asleep together warmth radiating off our bodies becoming one...

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Im at a restaurant and im eating then imma go to my uncles but anyways i wanted to post another one for you since you guys have been reblogging and stuff you are all so sweet and i barley started posting stories on here *mwah mwah mwah* i love you bye bye my love

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[ahsgirlblogger]

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[likablenightmare]

I.. uh..YES. I’m down. Sorry guys.. are u mad at me?

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[yes-divine-ruler]

(18+!!) ok wait so… It’s Halloween… you’re out with Tate… he can’t keep it together because your costume makes him horny.

Tate holds your hand tightly as you both venture down the sidewalk. His costume is eerily familiar. He wears a long, black trench coat and his face had been painted in likeness to a skeleton. His blonde, usually curly, hair is slicked back out of his face. His grip on your hand tightens as you pass by other people your age, some shamelessly taking in the appearance of your revealing costume. Much to Tate’s annoyance, you insisted that Halloween was the one time of year you had an excuse to dress like you were begging for it. The delicate lace that decorates your cleavage distracts Tate more than once. His cock strains against the zipper of his jeans just from lingering beside you. At times, he takes a moment to trail behind you to catch a glimpse of the mounded flesh of your ass cheeks from under your tiny skirt. You know what his game is, of course, and occasionally brush the back of your hand across the front of his jeans. Tate doesn’t take to it lightly, and after teasing him for the forth, and final, time, he has no choice but to trap you behind a big, oak tree in the park and bend you over. His fingers make quick work of your panties, tugging the thin, soaked piece of fabric down your long legs. Your ass jiggles around his hand as he sinks his fingers into your dripping cunt, curling them upwards to press against your sweet spot. “Thought you could tease me and get away with it? In that little, slutty costume?” He mumbles huskily against the shell of your ear, tickling his nose with the freshly-washed hair on the side of your head. You smelt like vanilla, and a hint of coconut. A sweet and sensual scent that had Tate moaning softly against you. Tate spits, directly onto your needy cunt, using his fingertips to spread the saliva over your pulsing clit. “Tate, please, I need you inside me,” you plead, reaching around to grasp onto his throbbing cock, sure to be staining his boxers with smears of pre-cum. Tate unveils his rock-hard length, stroking it with a mix of your arousal and his saliva. He teases you, circling your entrance with the leaking tip of his cock. Caving to his own eagerness, it’s not long before Tate is stretching you out with his girth. Your fingernails dig into the flaking bark of the tree, trying your hardest to find the leverage you need to soften each ravaging thrust. Soft whimpers turn into loud, destitute moans. Tate’s hand wraps around your mouth to stop the ruckus you’re making in an attempt to shield you from the eyes of passer-byers. “That’s it baby, take my fucking cock. You love how it fills you to the fucking brim, don’t you?” Tate’s grip on you only get tighter as he slams into your poor, little cunt, using it to alleviate his painful desire for you. Stars appear behind your closed eyelids when Tate’s free hand slithers down between your body and the trunk of the tree to stimulate your swollen clit. “Uh fuck- can feel you squeezing tight around me, let up sweetheart, you’re going to make me cum,” Tate seethes behind clenched teeth, the lewd, squelching sounds each thrust pulls from your dripping cunt pushing you both a step towards release. It’s not long before the intense pleasure of Tate’s tip nudging against your sweet spot sends you over the edge. Tate holds you up as your orgasm washes over you in big, tremulous waves. Tate growls into your hair, a few last thrust just enough for him to let go inside of your clenching walls. When he pulls out, he’s quick to pull up your panties, rubbing over the cloth to make sure his cum stays with you. “You’re gonna walk around the rest of the night with these soaking wet panties. And I don’t want to hear a single complaint. You little tease.” He tucks himself away, and taking a hold of your hand again, he begins to pace down the sidewalk like nothing happened. Even though, you can barely stand on your two feet from how weak your legs are now.

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[dangeroustaintedflawed]

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[capuletoo]

White and black pawn- James March

–note: in my active era?? If you guys like, you can request something!! I write for all of evans characters and female characters too!

–words: 1.9k | james patrick march x fem!reader

–TW: sex

–summary: it’s 1925 and the reader encounters the owner of the in-construction Hotel Cortez.

[1925]

The burning red from the tobacco inside the pipes was your only entertainment.

In the dimly lit room, the air heavy with the smell of tobacco, men in suits sitting around a large table, glasses filled halway through with ice and vodka. They all semmed to be talking about bussiness, probably thinking thats the inly way they could make themselves known in society.

Glancing to the side, you noticed a group of women talking in whispers to aechother. They could be giving a smile and everyone would believe them, the satin dresses they wore contributing, because what would a woman want more than this?

You catch the gaze of one, giving you a small smile but there was something in all of their faces. They just werent present, a shut down glow in their eyes. They wanted to convince themselves that they liked being an accessory to powerful men in suits. This idea disgusted you, so you made a promise to yourself to never be one. To have a mind of your own with determination behind your eyes.

Sick and tired of listening to muffled voices you decided to get up and walk to the nearest balcony of the room. Your gloved hand touched the gold handles, squeaking as you opened them.

As you stepped outside, you were greeted with a rush of cold air, offering solace. The city light twinkled in the distance,a stark contrast from the room behind you. Leaning against the railing you noticed a hand close to yours.

“May i ask why are you all alone?” His hair was slick back and a thin mustache above his lips, made you intrigued . His white button up hugged his body. He locked his eyes to yours and then it all suddenly felt like a game of who would blink first.

You analized him, taking in how his fingers gripped softly the metal of the railing, the way his chest rose when he took a breath of the air so cold you could see it in the air. The way his eyelids close ever so slightly looking over at you. You sensed that he was like the men that were inside, he wanted someone he could bring to gatherings and watch her as she sat quietly beside him. You wanted to challenge that.

“Seeking solace” you replied to his question. His eyebrows arched a little.

A hint of intrigue flickered in his eyes as he tilted his head slightly. "Solace?" he echoed, his voice smooth and velvety. "In a room full of people, seeking solitude?"

You smiled, a glint of mischief dancing in your eyes. "Sometimes, the company of others can be overwhelming," you replied. "A moment of respite is all I need to gather my thoughts and find my own center."

He chuckled softly, a sound that resonated deep within you. "I can understand that," he said, his gaze fixed on the distant city lights. "In this world of constant noise and distractions, finding a quiet moment becomes a luxury."

You noticed the dimples that come out whenever he spoke.

“I couldn't help but notice the women inside," you ventured, deciding to break the silence and also playing with him. You wanted to expose him. To let him know that he was no different "They seem to play a certain role, don't they? Like beautiful dolls, adorning the arms of powerful men."

His lips curled into a wry smile. "Ah, you've seen through the facade," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "Many of them are trapped in a world they never truly desired. They exist to fulfill societal expectations, but their true selves remain hidden."

You nodded. "I refuse to be a mere accessory," you declared, determination lacing your words. "I want to live a life that is authentically mine, not defined by the company I keep or the expectations of others."

His gaze softened as he turned to face you fully. "I admire your spirit," he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "It's a rarity to find someone who refuses to conform, who seeks a path of their own making."

A spark of curiosity ignited within you as you gazed into his eyes. "And what about you?"

He paused for a moment, a myriad of emotions playing across his face. "Me too," he confessed, his voice carrying a mixture of longing and resignation. "But it is a delicate dance, balancing one's desires with the demands of the world."

He was going to say something else when he stopped “and i had the pleasure with…” he said giving you a smile that was so beautiful yet obscure. You said your name and asked his.

“James March”

He then proceeded to reveal to you that he was a man of business. While explaining it to you he moved his hands gracefully into the air.

He mentioned that he was in the making of a hotel.

“So it’s serious” you mentioned. He only looked at you trying to decipher if you were making fun of him or expressing your admiration.

“It is” The sound of his shoes moving closer to you echoed. “I could show you if you don’t believe me”

[…]

The grand in-construction entrance of what appeared to be a large building greeted you.

The back of James black suit faced you, his broad shoulders carried themselves determined, giving him an appearance of seriousness and a manly aura.

Your white silk dress attached to your legs as you both entered the building with nothing more than metal bars that helped the constructors work.

The moon was creeping over the spots that were missing the ceiling.

You followed James through the maze-like corridors of the construction site, marveling at the scale of the project. The air was filled with the scent of fresh paint.

As you walked through the dimly lit hallways, James explained his vision for the hotel. He described how it would be a place of elegance and luxury, a sanctuary for those seeking respite from the chaos of the world. He spoke with passion and enthusiasm, his words painting vivid pictures in your mind.

Not ever knowing that inside those walls, there would be plenty of suffering.

The two of you climbed a temporary staircase, carefully maneuvering around construction materials, until you reached a floor that offered a breathtaking view of the city. The moonlight spilled in through the incomplete windows, casting an ethereal glow on the unfinished walls.

You stood there, side by side, looking out at the city skyline. The lights twinkled like stars against the darkness, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and possibility in the air.

James turned to you, his eyes searching yours. "I want this hotel to be more than just a building," he said, his voice filled with determination. “I want to set free the people that enter” You were confused, what did he mean by setting free?

“It’s impressive” You said looking around.

A genuine smile played on James' lips as he took a step closer to you. "I'm glad you see the potential" he said softly.

James was surprised by how easily it was for you to fall into his game. Agreeing to see the hotel at night, with no one else. He wondered if you would be his first victim inside the hotel.

With ease he holds your waist, his cold fingertips sending shivers down your spine. His lips gracing yours, his tobacco stained smell entering your body, taking one more step towards him. You were so close to him that you could see the different shades of black that conformed his irises.

He lifted his hand, his finger overlining from the top to bottom of your lips. He placed a hand to your hip wrinkling the silk of the dress in that spot.

He looked at your lips and a small pressure over them left your lungs without any air.

His lips were leading you to a darkness you acknowledged. You wanted to step back, you didn't want to be another pawn in his game. His tongue made its way into your mouth as you realized you were playing whites and he was playing with the black pieces.

The kiss was intense, filled with desire and a hint of danger. As James pulled you closer, you felt a surge of conflicting emotions. Part of you wanted to give in to the passion, to explore this mysterious connection that had sparked between you. But another part of you resisted, knowing deep down that it was a dangerous path to tread.

You pushed your hands against his chest gently, breaking the kiss and creating some distance between you. James looked at you, his eyes searching for any sign of surrender. But you held firm, your gaze steady and resolute.

But at the same time you were willing to risk the night.

“Let’s go somewhere else”

A black cab pulled outside the hotel, you looked at the black hat the driver had while James mumbled some words to him.

James’s hands made their way to your waist and thighs as he scooped you closer to him, finding your lips once again.

The ride was filled with stolen glances, heated whispers, and a sense of anticipation. The city lights blurred past as you found solace in each other's embrace, giving in to the intoxicating allure of the night.

As the cab came to a stop, James pulled away reluctantly, his breath mingling with yours. He opened the door and extended his hand, inviting you to step out into the cool night air. You took his hand, the touch sending electric currents through your body.

You found yourselves in front of an old, grand mansion, its facade shrouded in shadows. James led you through the ornate doors, and the moment you stepped inside, you were transported to another world. The air carried a sense of mystery and seduction, as if the very walls were whispering secrets.

He quickly pressed you into the nearest wall, his black tie fell to the ground after you entered a bedroom.

His knees hit the edge of the bed, making him sit while he still held the grip at your hips. Your lips separated from his in a rush to take off his coat alongside his button up.

He had no clothes anymore and closed the gap between you for what felt like the hundredth time that night. He grabbed the end of your long dress and pulled it up your arms until you were exposed, except for the matching underwear.

He got up and turned you around, pushing you down until he had his arms on each side of your body. Your back sunk down into the mattress.

The bruises in your neck were the only marks made by him. His fingers reached down to your panties as he moved them to the side to feel your heat.

Your back arched towards him, grabbing him by his bare shoulders. Wet kisses traveled from your jaw all the way down, passing along in between your breast, stomach and stopping in your thighs.

The room was filled by James and your desperate breaths.

The thin mustache above his lips graced your skin ever so gently while they moved to your center. His tongue sticking out.

You were exhausted because of the frenzy when James changed positions. The bed creaking along James movements.

Red scratches marking his back.

James' sudden change of his plans about you being the first murder victim inside the hotel was discarded. He made the first move and pushed the clock stopping his time and initiated yours to count down. White pawns in your fingers as you move them closer to the black ones.

A game you knew from the inside out.

#ahs fandom #ahs fanfiction #american horror story #ahs fanfic #ahs #american horror story fandom #evan peters ahs #james march #james patrick march #james march imagine #james march x reader #american horror story hotel #evan peters fanfiction #evan peters #evan peters x reader

[crown-ov-horns]

The funniest Millory pregnancy headcanon I have is a battle of wills between Mallory and Ms. Mead. Because, Ms. Mead, being an old lady, is convinced she knows what's best for the baby, and the mother. Mallory meanwhile has no intention of consuming human hearts. Nor drinking goat's blood.

#ahs #american horror story #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon #mallory (ahs) #ms. mead #otp #millory #michael langdon x mallory #otp headcanons #american horror story fandom #diary pages #ahs crack #come on she would insist Mal eats human hearts #Michael probably hides away from this conflict #because he doesn't want to upset either of his beloved women

[longgentlekiss]

"My name is Luke cooper, I like films." ︴✧

#twilight #evan peters #tate langdon #kyle spencer #ahs hotel #ahs fandom #ahs coven #ahs murder house #ahstories #ahs apocalypse #ahs #american horror 1984 #american horror story #jimmy darling #the office

[alittlesil]

let me distract you

Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader ♥️

a/n: hey :) i secretly enjoy writing and after a quick talk abt it with @lilthbunny i decided to post some of my fics here! hope it’s not so bad so pls enjoy

summary: you study too much and Tate decides to slightly distract you 🌸

warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving)

(pic from pinterest)

Summer is almost there.

It’s almost there, and it means that you have exams in your college. 

Another day of the endless studying in your dark, dusty room. A lot of textbooks are scattered on the bed mixed with notebooks, and you're lying there typing something quickly on your laptop - you need to watch another lecture… your brain aches already, your eyes narrow in the darkness of the room, you’re completely exhausted of this shit. When you type the last letter on your laptop, you feel someone’s presence nearly. 

With a sigh, you take your notebook again, starting to write something and not paying any attention to the blond guy, who already took a seat on the bed with you.  With a muffled tired groan, his head literally falls down on your tummy, and his hands stroke your sides gently.

“Y/n, come ooon”, he groans again, looking up at you with his dark puppy eyes. “You’ve been studying for three days in a row, i’m tired of just watching you laying here, reading and writing.”

You sigh tiredly, but feel really bad for ignoring your boyfriend this way, even knowing how much he always craves your attention. “Tate, you know this test is important.” Your fingers eventually slipped into his golden, soft curls, playing with them, as your gaze’s still locked with the notebook. You bit your lower lip, trying to focus on the study tasks, when the young boy starts to kiss your stomach through the cloth of your top, and of course you didn’t wear bra… and of course Tate notices it, when your nipples become harder because of simple kisses on your body. He smirks slyly.

“But that doesn’t mean you have to study all weekend… look at you. You look exhausted.” He said, and his fingers quickly slip under the cloth and touch your bare skin on your sides and stomach. Tate leans in and nuzzles your neck, and you unintentionally put your notebook aside. His hot breath hits your skin, as he whispers: “Someone here wants you to take a breath. Let me distract you for a while.”

You almost moaned just at these words, as your fingers tug on his hair softly and your lips curl into a slight smirk. “I think i can’t say no in this position.”

Tate smiles and immediately pulls your top off, his palms cupping your breasts, as he connects his lips with yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. Oh, this boy missed this feeling of your smooth skin in his hands, of your soft lips against his - it was only 3 days without you guys having intimacy, but for him it felt like eternity. His hot tongue brushes against your lips in a silent question, and you part your lips slightly, allowing him to slip in, while his slender fingers knead your tits.

His mouth starts to move lower - his hot lips on your neck, on your chest, on your tummy, and you can already feel how your underwear gets more wet with each second.

“That’s… a very… good… mhmhmm… decision…” He groans into your skin in between kisses, as his lips wander lower and lower. His hands reach for the buttons of your jeans, and eventually he pulls them down your legs, leaving you in your panties only. Tate pulls away, admiring the view - he always craves you, your body, your touch, no matter what, and seeing you naked (or almost naked) is enough for him to get hard within a second. His fingers trace along your bare thighs gently, as he suddenly changes the position - now you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, and this boy with golden curls is kneeling in front of you, spreading your thighs. You bit your lower lip in anticipation, as his lips slowly make their way up your thigh, getting closer and closer to the spot where you crave them the most and shamelessly teasing you. Tate’s fingers reach to the waistband of your panties, tugging on it slightly.

“Let me..?” He whispers in a hushed breath, looking up at you, and this sight only can make you cum twice. 

“Tate, just do it, please…” You whimper, tugging on his hair, and he lets out a soft growl, as his lips connect with your underwear, and you gasped at the sensation - it feels so good, but you need so much more… “D-don’t tease! Take these off…” You whine, and Tate smirks, enjoying how much you want him back. He can’t refuse you, and in a second your panties fall down on the floor. His slender finger runs between your folds, collecting the wetness, and he even moans quietly, seeing how eager you already are. 

You shiver, and a soft whimper escapes your lips, when you feel his finger touching you. Tate pulls it away and replaces it with his soft, tender lips, and now you can’t hold back a proper moan. Your grip in his hair tightens, as he started to literally eat you out, his tongue circles around your clit and slips inside you, making you scream in pure pleasure. You pull his head closer, and Tate moans at your eagerness, continuing his adorable assault on your pussy. Your arousal mixes with his saliva, and when he sucks on your clit, you let out another loud moan.

“So loud for such a sweet girl”, he chuckles quietly, swallowing, and then suddenly entering you with his middle finger. You threw your head back, covering your mouth with your free hand just not to scream so loud that the whole neighbourhood could hear you. You squeeze your thighs unintentionally, and Tate chuckles against your clit - the vibrations send a shiver down your spine. He starts to move his finger painfully slow, and you thrust your hips, meeting his motions. When he feels that you begin to clench around his finger, he adds the second one and licks on your clit faster, but gentler. 

“F-fuck, Tate!” You whine again, not able to contain yourself. “I- Oh, I think i’m gonna cum-“

Your words make him grow even harder in his jeans. “Don’t worry”, he chuckles, pulling away for a second. “I ain’t stopping.”

You whine, and with one last thrust of his fingers, finally achieve your climax. It feels like an explosion: your walls clench around his hand, the arousal dripping down your thighs, and Tate gladly licks every single drop of it. This familiar feeling of powerful wave of pleasure makes you gasp for the air, and you lay down on your back, trying to calm down. Tate pulls away from your thighs, his chin glistens with your wetness, and he wipes it away with a sleeve of his striped sweater. He crawls towards you, laying down next to your body.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He whispers, kissing your temple, and you reach up to him, smashing your lips against his - he kisses you back sloppily, still caressing your bare thigh with one hand. He then looks at you with a cocky smile and leans his head on your shoulder, breathing in your scent.

“I guess I should study even more if it means that you’re going to distract me from it like this every time…” You scoff, starting to play with his hair once again, making Tate purr.

“I don’t mind spending most of my time ‘distracting’ you.”

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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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