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frankenkyle19 · 1 year

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Be my good boy

WHOOOOOO here we go. Think this is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written. wordcount: about 1.5k I think

triggers/warnings: mommy kink, sub Tate, handjobs, oral (male receiving), slight overstimulation, begging

You and Tate had been together for a while. Sex was nothing new to either of you, especially sex with each other. Tate was always horny, it took almost nothing to get him going. That’s why when you were sitting on your bed, reading a book you had just picked out, Tate made himself known to you.

“Hey y/n” he said from the doorway, startling you a bit. You beckoned him to come sit next to you, but paid no mind to him after that, turning your attention back to the book.

After a few minutes you began to grow frustrated with how fidgety Tate was next to you.

“Tate can you please stop moving- it’s really annoying-“

“I’m sorry-“ he mumbled. He sounded… pained? You turned over to look at him, his usual pale face was covered in a crimson flush, his palms sweaty and clamped together. His sugary brown eyes met yours, blinking up at you. He looked like the most magnificent being you’d ever seen. He blinked a few times before he spoke. And what he said nearly sent you into cardiac arrest.

“Mommy-“

“What-“ You blinked in confusion, looking at the boy next to you with wide eyes. What had he just said?

He flushed in embarrassment, sweater sleeves covering his hands as he fidgeted “mommy- it’s like- it can be a sexual term. Like daddy- you know when you call me daddy sometimes?” His voice was so soft, and there was a hint of neediness behind it.

“You want to call me mommy?”

“Mmm, yes please” he whispered. You noticed how his hips seemed to involuntarily grind up into the air, in search of a friction that he didn’t receive.

“Are you horny right now, Tate?” You asked, marking the page of your book and setting it down before sitting up, taking a closer look at his body. As your eyes trailed down his frame, you noticed the bulge in his blue jeans. Well that answers your question.

“Tate- baby, why didn’t you say something?” You frowned a bit. He was usually so vocal with his needs.

“I just- I want you momma-“ he whispered, voice cracking on the last word as he looked at you for approval. That’s all he ever wanted from you.

“Of course baby, of course.” You whispered, hand coming to rest on his thigh, which caused an immediate reaction. He whined softly, hips bucking up at the feeling of your hand so close to where he needed it. He needed you. He felt like he was going to explode if you didn’t touch him soon.

“Momma- m’so hard, I need you.”

You gently shushed him, pulling him into a kiss as your hand gently brushed over the bulge in his pants. He was hot and heavy, and oh so ready for your touch.

Tate was a strange being. His emotions, habits, and actions, but right now all he wanted was for you to take care of him.

“I’m gonna make you feel better, okay baby? Does that sound good?” He barely managed a nod as you palmed him before unbuttoning his pants “you gotta help momma, okay?” The nickname was foreign on your tongue, but it wasn’t bad. In fact, it was kind of enjoyable.

He lifted his hips for you to get his pants and boxers off in one go, letting them fall somewhere on the floor.

His cock hit his stomach, leaving a shining trail of pre-cum in its midst. His tip was red and swollen, his shaft covered in thick veins. He felt himself twitch as you looked at him and he swore right then and there that he could cum untouched.

“Baby, you’re so hard, how long have you been like this?” You cooed as you gently traced a finger up his length

“M-most of the day… I tried to jerk off but I couldn’t… get there.” He mumbled, obviously embarrassed.

“Oh baby boy, you should have told me sooner.” You gently wrapped your hand around him, which caused him to cry out “shh, Tate, baby, you’ve gotta be quiet.” Your free hand covered his mouth as you slowly stroked him.

His cock easily slipped between your fingers as you stroked him, his pre-cum lubing his dick as well as your hand.

He threw his head back into the mattress as a groan left his lips, his hips bucking into the heavenly touch.

“Oh f-fuckkk momma-“ He panted, sweat glistening on his forehead as he pulled up his sweater to see your movements, before deciding to pull it off all together. He was much too hot with it on anyway. To watch his cock slide in and out of your hand, a crude squelch every time your hand passed over his tip before going back down, made his head spin, pleasure creeping up his spine.

“I think you deserve a bit more than my hand, don’t you baby?” You whispered, pausing your movements

“Like w-what- oH FUCK-“ he was cut off by a curse, a moan being ripped from his throat as he felt the warmth of your mouth on the tip of his cock.

You did not give him head a lot, not because you didn’t enjoy it, but because he was so fucking loud when you did do it. The whole neighborhood could probably hear his screams.

He tried to buck up into the warmth of your mouth, but you quickly stopped that, pressing down on his stomach with your hands.

Your tongue traced his slit before lightly dipping into it, licking off the bead of pre-cum that slipped out.

Tate swore he saw stars. His vision was hazy from pleasure and he could barely lift his head up to watch you as you traced his tip with your tongue.

“Momma- more- mghh- p-please-“ he whined, “I want to cum- f-fuck please-“

“Aww baby boy-“ you cooed, before squeezing the base of his cock, perhaps a bit too hard, just to get your point along “not yet.”

He yelped at the pressure on the base of his cock and cried out, a tear slipping down his cheek at the feeling of the pain mixed with pleasure

“So fucking greedy Tate- god, look at you. You’re such a slut-“

“Momma!” He cried at your words, shaking his head “m’not, I’m your good boy-“ his bottom lip quivered, doe eyes threatening to overflow with tears.

“Are you my good boy, Tate? Are you?” You squeezed him harder as he tried to squirm away

“I am! I am momma I promise! P-please- please be gentle oh god-“ He was torn between bucking into your touch or shrinking away from it. It was so fucking much, but it was so so good.

“You are my slut, baby boy. Bet you’d even let me fuck you, wouldn’t you? Let mommy fuck you with a strap on? Fuck your tight little ass?” Your free hand slipped below his balls and trailed to his hole, running a finger over it gently. “Has anyone ever touched you here, baby boy?”

“No momma- oh god- please please- it hurts- it hurts so bad I need to cum-“ he was so pretty when he begged.

“You’re so pretty Tate, such a good boy.” You went back to stroking him. He got used to the pleasure once more, and once he was distracted you slipped a finger inside of him. You didn’t move it, didn’t dare scare him, just let him get accustomed to the feeling. He faltered a bit, the new feeling foreign but not bad.

“Momma?” He questioned as he looked down at you. You’d never done this with him before. It was new to the both of you

“Shh baby boy, I’ve got you. Gonna make you feel so good.” His hole clenched around your finger, sucking it in farther. It stung a bit, but god it felt so fucking good.

His stomach tensed as he got closer to his release “m-momma please let me cum- please I can’t- I can’t hold it-“

You debated denying his right to cum, but you’d tortured the poor boy enough. He had been so good for you and deserved a reward.

“Cum for me, Tate. I’ve got you, just let go baby boy.” You cooed, curling your finger up into his ass a bit more which caused him to explode. His cum shot up his stomach, some even reaching his chin, as you jerked him through his orgasm.

His body went limp against the bed, the only sounds that could be heard were the slick sound of your hand on his dick, and his pants. You pulled your hands away once his body began to tremble harder. You looked down at the boy below you, smirking. He looked absolutely wrecked.

“Aww, my poor baby, do you feel better now?” You let your tongue dip into the still warm cum that adorned his chest. The sight made Tate nearly cum again. After you had cleaned his chest, you pressed your lips to his, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

You’d let him rest for a while, but you certainly were nowhere near done with him.

#evan peters icons #evan peters #american horror story rp #american horror murder house #american horror story #tate langdon headcanon #tate langdon smut #tate langdon #sub!tate langdon

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prpfs · 4 months

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🎀 Hii! 21F looking for a fandom roleplay!! (18+)

—> a bit about me! i have a preference for very detailed and lengthy replies, 3-4 paragraphs, as i myself, am a very literate roleplayer.

—> looking for a OC x CC roleplay, i am willing to double up and play anyone for your oc, if you would like to make an oc love interest for your oc instead of a cc, that’s fine too!

—> smut is welcomed and preferred, as well as dark and sensitive topics!

—> as for fandoms, i’ll just put a little list lol !

*highlighted are the fandom’s i have the most motivation for*

> sweet home

> the hunger games (tbosas included)

> the idol

> maximum ride

> any mike flanagan series

> enola holmes

> yellowjackets

> euphoria

> gotham

> miss peregrines home for peculiar children

> american horror story

> many more ! *suggest a fandom if its not listed or ask me for more fandoms!*

if your interested in this, send me a friend request on discord! ( huntersteaparty ) & we can start plotting! 🎀

give a like and anon will get back to you

#sweet home rp #the hunger games rp #the idol rp #maximum ride rp #enola homles rp #yellowjackets rp #euphoria rp #gotham rp #miss peregrines home for peculiar children rp #american horror story rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #oc roleplay #oc rp

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rpersearch · 2 months

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Roleplay Partners

Hello! I am Kel (19 / they/them/he prns ) I am honestly looking for fandom roleplays atm I been having alot of muse to write & make some friends in the rp fandom so why not??

The fandoms I have been interested in roleplaying :

Euphoria

Twilight

Saltburn

American Horror Story

Stranger Things

Youtubers/Celebs

I require you be 18+ and have discord since I am more comfy roleplaying there and only w/ 18+. I am really only open to cc x cc maybe sometimes oc x cc? but usually that would be double-up. & Lastly I enjoy making a server just to kinda have everything setup properly & we could also chat ooc n such!! If interested you can like this post or comment/pm me thank you <3

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violetiine · 8 months

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“I know it’s over - still I cling I don’t know where else I can go”

indie & selective violet harmon (ahs)

carrd | ©

#; 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦? ( 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕠 )#am i back?#i think i am!#american horror story rp #ahs rp #horror rp #halloween rp #twd rp #st rp

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antl5r · 2 days

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this is a private & selective lottie matthews blog from the media y.ellowjackets , a heavily headcanon based portrayal with southern gothic & folk horror ties , written & worshiped by darian. this blog will contain triggering topics , proceed with caution. studying themes such as : medicate the medium , survival at any cost , cultism , trauma bonding , ritualistic witchcraft , death to girlhood , civility vs chaos , forced leadership , sick is the new sane , undying devotion , & sacrifice.

adored by darian ( 27 , she/they , pst ) created april 2024.

#yellowjackets rp #lottie matthews rp #the wilds rp #horror rp #witch rp #witchcraft rp #spn rp #supernatural rp #tvd rp #the vampire diaries rp #ahs rp #american horror story rp #out .#sp .

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homeofahs · 1 year

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if you have anything affiliated with ahs on your blog (be it a verse, a character if you're a multimuse, or you're overall an ahs blog) please reblog this post with the season your muse / verse is a part of, the name of your muse, and anything else you wish to add! within a week or so of you reblogging this post (assuming my own schedule isn't crazy), you should see your url updated on the masterlist page!

#ahs roleplay #american horror story roleplay #american horror story rp #manon.#promo.#ahs rp

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hiveruled · 3 months

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“Can I ask you a question? When was the last time you felt 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄?

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 is the greatest motivator. You wanna be somebody? Do you want to 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑? Then bring your fear… and 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄. What are you 𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃 of?“

indie kai anderson of ahs: cult rp blog - 21+ & highly selective - est. january 2019 - revamped august 2020 - formerly under the url humilictedman - a study in: anger, trauma, toxic masculinity, manipulating others, slowly losing touch with yourself and reality, disguising self hatred in pride & ego, trying to find your purpose in the world, delusions of grandeur, & how cults are formed. - penned by bo (he/him - 21+)

#ahs rp #american horror story rp #ahs cult rp #horror rp #crime rp #ʲᵒⁱⁿ ᵐᵉ; ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᶠʳᵃⁱᵈ ᵒᶠ? { ˢᵉˡᶠ ᵖʳᵒᵐᵒ }#[ eh i'm mixed about how this turned out but oh well fdhgbdfh ]

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frankenkyle19 · 11 months

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Cherry Medicine 🍒

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word count: 809

warnings: mentions of snot, spit and being sick

“Kyle please you have to take your medicine, it’ll make you feel better I promise!” You repeated for what had to be the tenth time in the span of only a few minutes. The zombie boy hid behind the kitchen table out of your reach, shaking his head. His eyes looked tired and his nose was red and running. He was sick.

He didn’t quite understand what was going on with him, but he’d been bedridden for nearly two days now. He came down with something after he had gotten out one night to explore. He was miserable. Coughing and sniffling constantly. He cried because his throat hurt and he cried because he couldn’t breathe through his nose. Then he cried because his head hurt from him crying.

You had been by his side the whole time, risking getting sick yourself so you could take care of him. He loved you taking care of him but the one thing he didn’t like was medicine time. You’d tried to teach him how to take pills, thinking it would be easier since they were tasteless, but he couldn’t figure out how to swallow them.

So your only other choice was to give him liquid medicine. The cherry flavored medicine that smelled almost nostalgic in the worst way.

He had drunk it down the first time no problem because he figured you’d never give him something he didn’t like. The second time, he tipped the cup of liquid into his mouth before quickly spitting it out, covering you with a spray of red sickly cherry liquid. You didn’t scold him for it though. You hated medicine just as much.

The third time you had to hold him down and force it down his throat. That upset him. He didn’t like to be forced to do things or be held down.

The fourth time was right now, Kyle huffing and puffing, hiding behind the kitchen table, running around to the other side each time you took a step closer to him.

“N-no-no! No m-medicineee!” He grunted, shaking his head, blonde curls covering his forehead and eyes. He coughed, wiping the snot forming on his upper lip onto his sweater sleeve. You’d need to get him new clothes soon.

“Kyle look, I know you don’t like it but once it’s done you don’t have to take any more the rest of the day. Okay?” You tried to offer, holding the cup of liquid out in offering. You really didn’t want to force him to take his medicine but he needed it. You hated seeing him suffer.

“C-cuddle t-touchhh” he spoke, wide curious eyes watching you, such innocence in the brown orbs.

You furrowed your brows a bit, trying to decipher his words. Sometimes it was hard to understand him, but you tried your best.

“You want cuddles?” You asked, to which he nodded, carefully taking a step towards you, arms out in front of him a bit.

A smile formed on your lips as you looked at him. Maybe this wouldn’t be too hard after all.

“Of course I’ll cuddle you, Kyle. Just take the medicine, okay?” You set the cup on the table’s wooden surface, watching to see what he would do.

He grimaced a bit, scrunching up his nose in distaste as he clumsily picked up the small cup, bringing it up to his lips. He glanced back at you before closing his eyes and tipping the liquid into his mouth. He gagged a bit as the viscous liquid coated his mouth and slid down his throat, senses being overwhelmed by the fake cherry taste. He swallowed hard, shuddering before tossing the cup back onto the table.

“Go-gooood Kyle?” He asked, looking at you hopefully. He always loved your approval. You nodded, which caused him to smile, lips parting and dimples forming on the apples of his cheeks.

You gently took his hand and let him back to his room, tucking him into bed under the covers before joining him. He wrapped his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he sighed sleepily.

You gently rubbed his back, humming as he drifted off, clutching onto you.

He fell deep into sleep soon after, body relaxing against yours, his breath coming out with a wheeze as his nose was stuffed up.

When he woke up you’d feed him some soup and whatever else he wanted, and maybe give him a bath if he was up for it. He at the very least needed a change of clothes, the snot on the sleeve of his sweater now dried and crusted onto the fabric. If it was anyone else it would disgust you, but it was your Kyle. You couldn’t be disgusted by a single thing he did.

Hopefully he’d be back to his normal healthy happy self soon.

#evan peters #american horror story #evan peters icons #ahs fandom #ahs kyle spencer #kyle spencer #american horror coven #american horror story rp #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer imagine #kyle spencer fluff

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untilthcyrot · 27 days

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corvidnupta · 2 months

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𝔪𝔶 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔢𝔡. william shakespeare's romeo & juliet, (1.5.135)

a private and unaffiliated portrayal of miss SHELLY WEBSTER from THE CROW franchise, created by james o’barr. headcanon based, with movie, tv series, and comic influence. resurrected by ashley since twenty eighteen. previously lenorelost, virtueshaped, michellewebster, nothingtrivial, and other various urls.

#indie horror rp #the crow rp #indie ahs rp #indie riverdale rp #indie scream rp #american horror story rp #marvel rp #dceu rp #horror rp #comics rp #indie rp #90s rp #goth rp #🥀‎‎‎‎ㅤcorvidnocta‚ㅤself promo.

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dustwereturn · 1 year

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