#american horror story smut

[grumpusha]

Tease (Tate Langdon x fem!reader)

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, masturbation, dry humping, needy!Tate

Word count: 1360

You were sitting in your room in the middle of the night. The only source of light was your laptop and table lamp. You had a few hours before sunrise to finish your essay for college which you were putting off for too long. Deadline was in a couple of days, so you had to put yourself together and finish this task despite your sleeping brain.

"Hey."

You get used to Tate’s almost silent appearances, so you greet him without raising your head.

"Hi."

Tate examined your hunched silhouette with a worried look.

"Why are you up so late?"

You sighed irritably. The writing block and tiredness made you grumpy.

"I just need to finish my homework," you rubbed your temples. "Can you not interrupt me, please? I really need to focus."

You finally looked at your boyfriend pleadingly. Tate was leaning against the doorway, hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"Okay."

He went to your room and jumped on bed. He was in a good mood, you could tell it by the way he lay with his hands under his head and deliberately innocent smile he gave you.

Unfortunately, you had to get your work done and maybe, if you’re lucky, get some sleep before classes. So you continued your brainstorm leaving Tate minding his own business.

Tate loved to watch you when you were so concentrated. Your intense gaze on the screen of your laptop, how you frowned and bit your lip, your fingers tapping so fast on the keyboard with a loud click-click-click or making marks in your books. All of this was entertaining for him. He knew you were a smart girl, his smart girl, but seeing you like this was a sight for his sore eyes. The picture of you working was intimate and peaceful, but also, he couldn’t admit it even to himself, hot.

He shifted in your bed trying to hide his growing bulge. He laid on his stomach and looked at you once more, but you were deep in your complicated academic thoughts. He needed to attract your attention.

"I think you need a break," he said quietly, hoping you get a hint. He knew he was acting selfish, but he just couldn’t wait when you’ll be free.

"I really don’t," you said.

"You’re frowning when you’re focused, you know? That’s cute."

You met his eyes. They were darker than usual and you didn’t know why exactly — because of the darkness in the room or there was a different reason.

"Thanks," you lift your chin up a little.

He smiled and shifted in your bed hugging your pillow.

It required all your inner strength to look away, to get back to work. Tate, stretched out like a cat with a tempting smile, was enough to drop everything and join him.

"C’mon hon, lay down with me," he murmured.

"You know I can’t," you shook your head.

He hummed, disappointed.

"Right. You can’t. You’re responsible student, you can’t break any rule. You can’t miss a single assignment," he paused. "Such a good girl."

You knew he was teasing you, but his voice and the pet name was so seducing. Whatever he was up to, it was working.

"Why can’t you be a good boy for me and let me finish my work?"

He fell silent.

You thought you found the right button, but you were far from it.

His breath hitched. You could see an emerging blush on his pale face. Muffled moan surprised you, the view before you made you weak in your knees.

Fully dressed Tate was slowly grinding on the decor pillow. He was laying on his side facing you, pressing a pillow to his bulge. He noticed you were watching and one more moan escaped through his bitten lip. He grabbed pillow rougher, veins in his arms became more visible.

Tate liked to tease you but not so cheeky. He usually pressed you against the walls kissing you like a maniac when your parents were at home or tortured you with long make out sessions until you (and him) were an absolute mess.

This time was different.

"I bet you’re turned on too," he exhaled. "Are you wet for me?"

You were, of course. But you didn’t want to let him win in a game he started. "I need more than that."

It became harder to keep an eye contact when he guided his hand to his jeans. The sound of unzipped fly and sigh of relief broke the tense silence. You craved to lower your eyes, but the pillow was hiding what you needed to see the most.

Tate palmed himself through the boxers and whined when your gaze finally slipped to his hidden crouch. He threw the pillow away.

The sight of the wet spot of the precum at his boxers made you gulp. You crossed your legs tightly fighting the urge to come closer and help him. He looked so beautiful with need in his eyes, parted lips and chest going up and down with heavy breathing.

He lay on his stomach again and started to grind on your bed almost shyly.

"Do you like that?" You asked enjoying and hating Tate’s little show at the same time.

He whimpered.

"Do you like to watch?" He mocked and railed his hips once more with a sinful smile.

He was so annoying. So shameless and disturbing. He came to your room, intruded in your work space acting like a tease. Taut muscles all over his body were moving with every thrust of his hips. It drove you crazy.

Tate thought he was losing his mind. He felt so good and you didn’t have to do anything. Just watch. As long as you were watching he would be fine.

You leaned on the table and said quietly but loud enough for him to hear your words: "You’re such a whore."

He hid his moans on the crook of his arm and looked at you with hungry eyes.

"Only with you," he grinned.

There were beads of sweat on his forehead. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, to look in his mesmerized and full of lust eyes. You wanted him to grind on you. Or it would be perfect if you could ride him, bite his neck and leave hickeys which he never hid.

He still tried to cover his moans as if you weren’t there.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You stood up and came to him slowly, while he was watching you with peripheral vision. You sat on the bed and took your time to admire your boy. He looked like art. He was a piece of art — captivating, broken and scary sometimes.

You ran your hand through his hair down to his sharp shoulders and spine. Slowly, you made your way to his ass. Tate lay his head on your hip. He was trembling.

You could tell he was close. His motions became rougher and faster. Vocal moans were so good you wanted to cry, but you kept a nonchalant mask.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Oh, fuck… yeah. I… yes, I wanna… please."

He was no longer bratty. Just a cute needy boy with watering eyes. So worked up he couldn’t make a coherent sentence.

You put your palm on his cheek stroking it with your thumb.

"Cum for me baby."

He nodded and thrusted his hips faster. He grabbed your hand and reached his climax with loud moans and gasps.

You lay next to him waiting when he came back from his high. He didn’t release your hand and you kissed his knuckles and fingers.

Tate caught his breath and kissed you passionately grabbing your face in both hands. When he was out of breath again he leaned his forehead to yours and said: "Well, guess I need a shower. And laundry."

You laughed, kissing his cheek. "Okay."

"I’ll be back in a moment," he got up. "Please, don’t get back to your homework. You look really tired. You need rest"

"Fine," you reply, making yourself more comfortable in bed and smiling, proud that you made Tate cum in his pants.

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[undeadcortez]

LOVE IN A TIME OF JEALOUSY

kai anderson x fem! reader | 6.3k words

!! SMUT BELOW THE CUT !! do not read if you are not eighteen or older | oral sex (m receiving), throat fucking, unprotected p in v sex, anal fingering, mentions of anal sex, no aftercare, degrading (kai calls reader a whore, a slut and a bitch), pet names (kai also calls reader baby and baby girl), very hot and cold mixed signals, kai is a warning all on his own

not gonna lie, this one took a while to complete, and the ending is definitely not it’s strong point, but i wanted to leave it open ended in case there was anyone who ached for a part two where kai has feelings and loves on the reader. tumblr gave me a heap of issues trying to get this ready to post so if things don't make sense or if there was a warning i missed, let me know!!

Kai was pissed, to say the very least.

Sitting in his leather chair, elbows rested upon his thighs, hunched forward and legs spread open with a subtle bounce to the left, it was like they could almost see the smoke rising from his ears. The frown that pulled at his lips, the furrowed eyebrows, the tightness in his jaw — yeah, Kai was pissed. And they all knew the reason.

You were late. However, it wasn’t just that you were late. This was the third meeting that they’ve all waited in silence for thirty solid minutes, sitting on the floor in the uncomfortable anger that radiated off of their leader. It was almost suffocating, the awkward silence. Meadow swore she could choke on it, and Beverly seconded that theory.

“Maybe she’s just not coming, divine ruler,” all, but Kai’s eyes fell on Ivy as she broke the stillness, “I mean, she’s so hot and cold about this whole thing anyway, do we really want her here? Is it safe to have her here?”

Kai didn’t answer, and Meadow felt the need to speak up, “yeah, what if she’s out there, blabbing about everything, divine ruler? She’s nothing more, but a liability at this point, and I’m sure everyone here agrees.”

Then others murmured, and Harrison nodded his head. Kai’s gaze focused straight ahead, unwavering on a seam between wooden panels, but he took it all in. He knew you were a weakness to the cause, to everything he built. He thought about it nearly everyday — when he ate breakfast, when he was busy with the city council, when he watched you sleep peacefully beside him in his own bed.

Truth was, though, you never would. Kai had you wrapped around his little finger, and months of manipulation was to blame. If Kai said jump, you’d say ‘how high, divine ruler?’, and he knew it, too. Which is why whenever the thought of you spilling the cult’s secrets to someone crossed his mind, it wasn’t there for long. He knew you never would.

You were strong. The hardest it took to break down into submission, into a mere shell of your previous self. Kai enjoyed it, honestly — seeing you digress from complete independence to someone who lives, breathes, and adores him. And because it took so much to make you like that, because of all the time he poured into creating a woman devoted to him as a leader, he knew you wouldn’t crumble at the simplest of questions.

But, it was only that; him as a leader. You loved Kai, and he knew you did. He trusted you, loved you back in ways only he could. There’s no label here, though, and Kai couldn’t trust every man in the world to respect that you were untouchable, entirely his for the taking.

There were several opportunities to close the door, but Kai never would. Not until you were swollen with his kin, and even then, he debated the idea of getting a ring. What would his men think about him marrying? But, then again, who cared what they thought when he was their ruler? He ruled, made the rules, and if he married, so be it.

That’s not what he wanted, though. He simply just wished for your devotion, spiritually, physically, and emotionally. And though he’d broken you past the first, maybe even the last, that second wish would only be granted the moment he made it official. His girlfriend, or better yet, in your eyes, wife and possible mother of his messiah.

“Kai,” Winter broke him out of his thoughts, and touched his arm with her infamous gentleness, “they’re right. We should really consider cutting her off. Whether that’s kicking her out or killing her—.”

“Would you guys just shut the fuck up already?!” he snapped, standing up from his chair, and lost the staring contest between him and the wall. His eyes were nearly black as they peered down at his sister, and they only seemed to darken as he spoke, “you’re all dismissed. I don’t want to hear another fucking word from any of your goddamn mouths until morning.” He turned around to head upstairs, and slammed the door behind him.

Winter was the first to follow. She didn’t attempt an apology, but simply disappeared up to her room. Ivy was next, passing by Kai as she hurried out the door to her home, followed by Meadow, Harrison, and then Beverly who all, but ran to her car a few moments later. They left Kai alone, sitting on his sunken living room sofa, in the same position he started: waiting for you.

It would be another thirty-eight minutes before the headlights of your car peeked through the curtains, illuminating Kai’s face. The anger written on his face was gone now, and his expression laid flat— the only way one could tell were his eyes, and how they held nothing, but rage within them. Pitch black.

The jingle of your keys rang in his ears, and he grew angrier at the sound of each of your steps, nonchalant as they patter on each concrete stair. The lock turned and the door flew open before him, revealing you with a bright smile and smudged mascara. He remained sitting.

“Good evening, divine ruler,” you greeted as you tossed your keys into the bowl and shuffled off your coat. The casualness of the whole thing only made Kai’s anger worse. “What are you doing up here?” you questioned, and it was clear you had forgotten about the meeting entirely as a smirk pulled on your lips, “I was expecting you to be downstairs, tending to your—.” Kai’s speciality tonight was cutting people off.

“Where the fuck were you?” his tone matched his eyes, angry. The teasing smirk you adorned faded immediately.

“Kai, I—,” you rushed, but stammered to quickly correct yourself, “divine ruler, I told you last week I was going out to visit friends tonight.” You had. At dinner as Kai was stuffing his face full of the grilled chicken you had prepared. You should’ve known better then that the man doesn’t listen while he’s eating, just as much as you should’ve known better than to remind him of mentioning it before.

He stood from the sofa, greasy, blue waves framing his stern features. He towered over you, always did, and you hated it, especially like this. It made you feel incredibly small. His strong cologne, one that wreaked of tobacco, assaulted your nostrils, and a heat radiated off of him that you once found comfort in. A comfort that you knew you weren’t getting any of tonight.

“I’m sorry, Kai,” you whispered, doing all you could to avoid eye contact with the rageful, black globes that peered down at you, “please, don’t be mad.”

He was silent, and as he stepped forward, you found yourself stepping away. It was your natural instinct to flee, and you had hoped you may just be able to, until your ass was flush with the end table, and Kai’s hips were pinned against your own. There was no escape.

His hands rested upon the flat top of the table, completely enclosing you in his aura. It was thick with rage, almost suffocatingly so. Your chest was pressed against his own, rising and falling rapidly with every rushed breath. Breath that was intermingling with his, as his lips hovered above your own. This closeness wasn’t foreign in the slightest, but the goosebumps crawling up your arms it created in its wake were. And no matter how hard it was, you maintained eye contact.

“My people think I’m a fucking idiot because of you,” he spat, and his tone was harsh, but the volume was low, which was something you were entirely grateful for. “They look at me, waiting for you,” he paused and his grip on the table tightened, “for hours!”

You flinched. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before. Kai frustrated, nearly red in the face over the littlest of things, but it was something you could never get used to. Especially when you were on the receiving end. Maybe a few months ago, you would’ve bit back, stood up for yourself in some capacity… you were too far broken now.

“They think I’m some pussy-whipped bitch, YN!” he continued, “they think I’m risking this whole movement for some goddamn, sloppy pussy! Do you know how fucking dumb that makes me look, huh? Do you know how that makes me, their leader, look? When I’m waiting around for some whore to arrive home before I can spread my word?”

The fear you felt was boiling into rage, nearly matching Kai’s beneath your skin, but there was no fighting back. And if you were honest, Kai had said far worse things than this. So, you stood, breathing in his anger and bottling it up before murmuring, repeating for the third time, “I’m sorry, divine ruler.”

“Who were you with?” he asked, completely ignoring your apology once again. Suddenly, you knew it wasn’t just about you missing a gathering. Kai was jealous.

You were devoted to Kai. Even without the label, your fidelity was unwavering, despite whatever Kai believed. There was opportunity, and it was hard, but you’ve rejected each and every advance. And sure, you craved the exclusiveness, but maybe a part of you enjoyed Kai like this. It showed he had weakness. It showed he was human beneath that thick skin. Not to mention, the primal, possessive sex it resulted in was otherworldly. So, you kept Kai believing he didn’t have you entirely in his clutch, though he very much did.

“Just a few old friends,” you answered honestly, and it only pissed Kai off more. His left hand fell from the tabletop and rather held your waist. His thumb pushed up against the bone, pushing in, and you felt a whimper crawl up your throat. You promptly swallowed it down.

“Their names, YN,” he nearly growled, “what are their fuckin’ names?”

The look on his face made your cunt ache, the anger in his voice ran through your veins, and that rage you once felt in return was burning into lust. You didn’t know why it turned you on so much when Kai got so possessive. It was toxic, and you knew it as much as anyone else. It’s just the way he held you, his strong grasp on you and the closeness and the heat and his musk, it’s all overwhelming and it’s all so hot.

Debating on whether to tell the truth, or to speak at all, you finally opened your mouth, “why does it matter?”

A strong, irritated sigh left Kai’s nose, “you know why it matters.” You did, but you remained silent. “Answer the goddamn question!” he commanded after a moment of silence.

The grip on your hip was gone. He had dropped his hand back on the table, and rather pushed his hips against yours, sandwiching you further between him and the wooden surface. You squirmed. Kai was hard — you could feel the outline, the heat, of his angry cock pushed against your stomach. “Answer the fucking question, YN!” he yelled, and a thick wad of spit landed on your cheek.

“Ethan!” you answered, “I was with Ethan and Maggie.”

They were a couple you were friends with since middle school. It was always Ethan, Maggie, and you, even when the pair decided to hook up in high school and date in college. It had been years since you’d seen them, but it didn’t matter to Kai. No explanation could have mattered to Kai at that moment. You felt his cock kick beneath his layers. “You’re such a fucking whore,” he spat before pushing himself away, leaving you cold and trembling against the table.

There was no way Kai was done with you, and it would have been foolish to think so. As he paced along the length of the living room a couple of times, you remained, watching his every move like a hawk with blown pupils and glazed eyes. He brought a hand up, pushing back his hair from his face, and you could tell a million emotions had washed over it. Jealousy, anger, sadness… You opened your mouth to say something, but were cut off by his hands engulfing your cheeks, and his lips were smashed onto yours.

Gripping the table until your knuckles were white, you kissed back as well as you could muster. Kai’s lips were sloppy, moving against yours in a rageful lust, entirely passionate with emotions you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Instead, you simply basked in your own desires, your own lust which had clouded your mind the second his palms met your cheeks.

His tongue soon wiggled its way past your lips, immediately establishing dominance, and you let him. Smashed up against the table, smothered between it and his muscular body, you let his tongue roam around in every inch of your mouth, moaning. The heavy feeling of his erect cock was back on your tummy, the warmth of it all had returned, and though he was angry, it was everything you needed.

When he pulled away, you swallowed down a disapproving whine. A thick trail of spit connected your lips, dangling between the two of you until it ultimately broke when he opened his mouth to speak again, “did he kiss you like that?”

It took all of your strength not to yell, to not roll your eyes to the back of your head and groan. It was so frustrating, confusing. On one hand, you liked the jealousy. You loved the heat of it all, the tight grip on your body, the furrowed brows, the bruising kisses. On the other, you hated your fidelity being questioned. You slept, ate, and thought only of Kai. It wasn’t fair — after all you’d done for him. “I didn’t kiss him, divine ruler,” you murmured, “I promise, it’s not anything like that.”

Somehow, that’s not what he wanted to hear. “Do you think I’m fucking stupid, YN?” he started, “do you think I don’t know when you lie to me? I know you like the back of my hand, better than anyone ever will. You fucked him tonight. Maybe you fucked that dumb bitch, Maggie, too. You’re a whore, it’s what whores do. Now admit it, or suffer the consequences.”

“I’ve never lied to you, Kai,” you stated, and you felt the tremble of his cock beneath his jeans at your words, “and I’m not about to start tonight. I didn’t fuck Ethan, I didn’t fuck Maggie, and I’m not a whore. Give me whatever punishment you see fit, but let it be known that I am devoted, and that devotion to you, divine ruler, is unwavering. You’d be punishing the innocent.”

His lips were back on yours with no further words. Bracing yourself on his shoulders, fingers curling against the muscles there, you kissed back. Bruises were sure to appear in the wake of his hands as they gripped your hips. The kiss was nothing short of passionate, as his tongue slipped past your puffy lips and made itself at home again. You whimpered into it, giving up whatever strength you had left tonight, and completely submitted there.

His taste was overwhelming now. You couldn’t quite place your finger on just what flavors were dancing on your tongue — it was just Kai. And it was intoxicating all in itself. As tongues rubbed along each other, his harsh while yours simply just ached to be against his, he groaned. His nose was smashed against your cheek, lips moving with fever that you just couldn’t keep up with. He pulled away again.

“I’m sorry, divine ruler,” you whispered, meeting his eyes, your own still glazed over, “please, forgive me. I promise, this won’t happen again. I’ll never be late again. I’ll never leave your side.”

His cock twitched, you felt it again against your tummy. He didn’t say anything in return, but he didn’t need to. You knew he wasn’t satisfied with just an apology, he never would be. His hands began to guide your hips, away from the table, and headed towards the stairs. You obliged.

Your steps were wobbly, stumbling as a strong hand left your right hip to open the door to lead the both of you downstairs. Another whimper crawled up your throat as his second hand fell to his side, waiting for you to make the trip to his bedroom first. You loved his hands, his powerful grasp. It made you dizzy, and made your cunt ache. Whenever it disappeared — didn’t matter if you had it for a while or just a few split seconds — it left you feeling like a newborn deer.

You could feel his gaze on your back as you gripped the handrail and made your way to the all too familiar den at the bottom of the stairs. His steps were heavy behind yours, and it was something about just hearing the solid step of his boots growing closer and closer… Once he reached the bottom, his hands were back on your hips, this time from behind. His hips were pressed firmly against your ass, and you could feel the thick outline of his cock again, pushing between your clothed cheeks as he walked with you to the bedroom. You didn’t know if it was for the better or for the worse that he still hadn’t said a word.

Once you were at the foot of the bed, his hand left your hip. Rather, it settled just below your shoulder blades and pushed, causing you to crash face first on the spring-filled mattress. Your lips trembled as a whine went tumbling through them, turning your head in hopes to see Kai. It didn’t work. With his other hand still grasping your hip, and his pelvis pushed snug against your bum, he was out of sight — at least his face was. His other hand had slid from your upper back to your lower, forcing you into an arch, and he moaned. That’s when he finally spoke back up.

“Prove it then.”

Your brows furrowed, “wh— what?”

A heavy sigh passed through his nostrils, and you swear you felt the warmth of it wafting against your back. “I said,” he paused, leaning forward and further pushing his dick between your clothed ass cheeks, “prove it, bitch. Prove that you’re sorry and devoted to me.”

You failed at your attempts to swallow down your moans. Letting another slip past your lips, you asked, “yes, divine ruler. How can I prove it to you?”

“You can’t be that devoted to me if you have to ask how,” he bit back through clenched teeth, and suddenly, his warmth was gone. His strong grasp was still present on your hips, and his cock was still situated between your bum cheeks, but he stood up straight. You whimpered and clenched around the painful emptiness, shivering as your pussy began to weep into your panties.

“Lay down,” he commanded, and then his whole presence was gone. Taking a step back, he was no longer holding you, rather observing as you did as you were told. And when he found a problem with it, he clicked his tongue, “nuh uh, with your head at the foot of the bed.”

You obeyed, and had nothing to say in response. With your neck bent over the curvature of the mattress, you watched with an upside down lense as Kai looped his fingers under his shirt and pulled it off. Your fingers clutched the cotton sheets beneath you, pushing your thighs together in an attempt to stop the ache between them. It was no use.

Kai was beautiful. Even as those hurtful spats left his mouth, even as he made you feel so small he could crush you, he was still beautiful. Ethereal — with abs that could cut diamonds, and blue hair that fell in waves and perfectly framed his face. That’s why he was so dangerous, you’ve figured. Draws in the innocent with his Godly features, just to turn against them the moment they see beyond his looks. You watched his hand graze over his tummy.

Calloused fingers ran over the brown, thick hair that kissed his lower belly until they were met with the hem of his jeans. With a watering mouth, you watched as he popped the button and unzipped, allowing his jeans to fall to the floor. The blue, plaid boxers he adorned left little to the imagination. A little wet spot of precum staining the front, and the perfect outline of his hungry cock. They soon met the floor as well.

He stood before you, naked, which wasn’t a sight you were unfamiliar with. Wrapping a hand around the length of his dick, and tilting his head back as he gave it a few warning pumps, you couldn’t do much, but carry on watching. So, you did just that, watching as he inched closer to your mouth, and finally felt the warm tip of his cock hit your lips. It smeared precum across your mouth like lip gloss as Kai spoke, “open.”

Once you parted your lips, your mouth was invaded by his girth. A harmony of your whimpers and his moans flooded the room as he sunk his cock further and further into the abyss of your mouth, right until his tip was kissing the back of your throat. You gagged around it, which was met with a stinging slap to your cheek. “If you’re gonna act like a whore,” he started, voice raspy and lustful, though still harsh, “then you’re gonna be treated like one. No gagging; this isn’t your first time here.” You whined as he slid in further.

The hand that just slapped your cheek moved to your throat, gripping it as he bottomed out in your mouth. His thick bush of brunette pubes tickled your chin whilst his balls sat heavily on your nose. You didn’t have any choice, but to take a deep breath, and groan at the smell of his musk invading your every sensation. You closed your eyes — there was really no point in keeping them open when your vision was blocked by his length anyway — and braced yourself for the raw experience you were about to endure. Kai was right, though; this wasn’t your wasn’t your first time here.

Blowjobs were more popular than sex in your relationship with Kai, especially when he felt you didn’t deserve to get off. Your throat was trained to adorn Kai, so while you’ve never had him like this before, it was better than a virgin throat. He began to move.

A long, stretched moan left his parted lips as his hips pulled back. You took in another breath just as the thick of his dick slid out of the tight confines of your throat. You pushed your tongue against the tip of it, collecting the precum and swallowing it down. Your throat was already on fire. “Atta girl,” he praised, which may seem surprising, but wasn’t rare once you were in the thick of it with Kai. Add it to the many reasons why you love a good, jealous fuck from Kai.

You groaned as he slammed back in, and it stung, but you loved it. Hearing the filthy, guttural noises Kai was making, mixed with the feeling of his strong grip on your throat… you pushed your legs tighter together. You were sure there was a wet spot where your thighs met, staining your pants in humiliating fashion, but you couldn’t care. Right now, you were just for Kai’s use, and you knew it. You kept your hands to your sides, gripping the cotton sheets, and got Kai off.

His thrusts were sloppy. No pace seemed to stay for more than a few mere seconds before he was speeding up, fucking into your throat. His free hand ran down his neck, over his collarbones and down his chest while his head remained tilted back. He was heavenly, if only you could see it. Instead, when you opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of his flushed, shiny dick sliding out of your throat, and you watched as he pushed it back with vigor. You whimpered around his length.

A few more thrusts in and his hand released your throat. You relaxed a bit, relishing in the feeling of his hand traveling to the scooped neckline of your top. Rough fingers slipped beneath the soft material and fished your tits out from the confines. He watched them bounce as his thrusts carried on, and you closed your eyes as calloused fingers had begun to brush over your nipples. They hardened beneath his touch in seconds.

“Good girl,” he praised, and his balls tightened, both indications of his oncoming climax, “taking your leader’s cock down your throat like it’s butter… with the prettiest set of tits I’ve ever fuckin’ seen. They’re all for me, right?” You hummed in agreement. “That’s what I thought,” he responded before pinching your left nipple roughly. You arched your back, moaning at the sensation coursing through your body, so overwhelmed by the simplest touch, you didn’t wrap your head around Kai cumming down your throat until after he was pulling out.

Your throat ached at its newly found emptiness. Cum connected Kai’s tip to the back of it as your mouth hung open for a few moments, attempting to catch your breath, but you merely choked on the thick juices as they threatened to climb up your throat. You hurriedly swallowed it down, whimpering as you opened your mouth to catch some air once more, but were met with Kai’s lips instead.

The position was awkward — Kai craning above you, a hand under your head to aid you in closing the space. Your neck ached, but it wasn’t something you were about to complain about. Kai’s tongue was slipping past your lips, tangling with yours, and that’s simply all you could think about. Well, that and the ever growing desire between your legs.

Your hands have Kai melting between them as they reach up and cup his cheeks. His body language, once stiff and angry, softened beneath your fingertips. The only harshness was his stubble, ticking at your palms, but it was nothing compared to the rage that was, just moments ago, filling the room with its hot and stuffy feel. You could bask in that moment for eternity. To bathe in that gooey scene, where Kai’s only concern was to love you, and yours to love him. It’s moments like these where you remember why you do exactly. Love him, that is. And you do love him, just as much as he loves you. All too soon, though, Kai is pulling back, the moment is ending, and the air feels thick again.

“On your hands and knees,” he commanded, a hand wrapping around his dick once again, “now.”

Once in position, Kai pulled down your pants and frilly panties until they hit your knees. Then, he didn’t wait another second to harshly spit on your asshole. You shuddered, moaning as it soaked your rim and dripped down between your drenched folds until it landed square on the sheets below. A firm hand gripped your bum cheek, pulled it to the side and left you further exposed to the man behind you. His other hand remained stroking his, once again, hardening cock. You clenched around nothing, whimpering at the overwhelming emptiness.

“Hmm,” he hummed, and you swear you could feel his gaze burn against your cunt as he pondered, “which hole do I fuck first?”

Your ass was let go, but only for a moment before a harsh slap landed across it. A groan slipped past your lips, and the blood was surely rushing to the surface in the form of Kai’s large hand, ready to bruise into the shape. “I asked you a question, bitch,” suddenly, you missed the loving Kai you had a moment ago, “which hole do I fuck first?”

It didn’t matter what you said here. Kai would choose whichever hole he desired more despite what you say. You didn’t mind that, though — you were just aching to get fucked wherever. An answer was all he was looking for, whether he thought it was right or wrong. “My pussy!” you cried out, “please, divine ruler, I want you to fuck my pussy first.”

Somehow, that was the right answer. “Good girl,” he repeated and without another moment to waste, his swollen tip was passing through your folds. He groaned, hand returning to the globe of your ass to spread you open. The sound was unholy — you were so wet, enough to continue to drip onto the sheets, and as Kai lined up with your cunt, it squelched. “Holy shit,” he uttered breathily, “you’re so fuckin’ wet, baby girl. You really do love being treated like a whore, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” you hummed as the fat head of Kai’s dick pushed into you. A soft gasp pushed through your parted lips, followed by a moan slipping right past them. Your fingers tangled in the sheets, gripping them as Kai bottomed out. You could feel the heat from his balls on your clit and whimpered at the prickly sensation.

He stayed like this for a moment, simply relishing in your warm, plushy walls, and you swore you could feel the tip of his dick in your stomach. His hand was now on your hip, and the grip was sure to leave bruises in the shape of Kai’s fingertips. His other hand remained on your ass, practically kneading the fat of it between his fingers as he admired what was all his for the taking. You whined as he pulled back.

His thumb grazed against your spit-soaked rim just as the swollen, pulsating head of his cock rested at your entrance. If the grip wasn’t so tight on your hip, you would’ve thrown your hips back, pushing him back into the depths of your cunt. Instead, you waited in near agony, relishing in the little friction you were getting on your asshole. It wasn’t enough, though, far from it.

When Kai slammed back into you, you saw stars. Moans filled his room, both yours and his creating a beautiful harmony in the sex-filled air. Immediately, Kai found a rhythm he was satisfied with, nothing short of rough. “You like that, baby?” he asked through his teeth, and you could hear the smile on his lips.

“Yes… divine… ruler!” you answered immediately, each word strained between his thrusts and followed by a smacking sound from his hips slamming against your own. His heavy balls hit your clit, over and over without fail. The sensitivity had you whining, and it didn’t help when Kai began to push against your rim. When his thumb finally breached, you nearly screamed at the stretch.

It sank in and stopped at the first knuckle. You threw your head back, chin resting upon the pillow beneath you. Struggled moans and whimpers left your lips like a never ending fountain. They were loud, but Kai, like in any other aspect of your relationship, overpowered them. Deep growls, grunts, and groans rumbled from his chest as he sped up. He finally pushed his thumb in its entirety into your pretty asshole.

His hand left your hip, and you could already feel the ache that took over in his place. He leaned forward, and rather groaned a handful of your hair. He growled as he pulled on it, yanking you up from pillows, the only comfort you found that evening. He didn’t let go once your back was firm against his chest. He held on tight as the back of your head hit his shoulder, receiving bruising kisses along your own. All the while, his thrusts were growing faster. His trusts were growing sloppy.

With a dropped jaw and wide eyes, you whimpered as Kai had his second orgasm of the evening. Pumping you full in a matter of minutes, leaving you with nothing, but only the subtle building of a coil in your tummy. He let go of your hair, and suddenly, your face crashed into the pillows once again. His cock left your achy cunt, and his thumb slipped out of the warm, plushy walls of your asshole. You could feel his cum dripping down your thighs as he spoke up, “flip around, baby girl.”

Once flat on your back, he tugged your pants and underwear completely off. You worked to take your shirt and bra off until you were both completely bare. His eyes devoured your body, pupils blown so wide you would have thought this is the first time he’s ever seen you naked. His cock was already hardening again, but you could tell his Godly stamina was running a bit thin. The tip was nearly purple, and the head had just a subtle bead of white decorating the top.

“You belong to me,” he stated, and no matter how much you wished for those words to be a lie, no matter how much you craved independence, freedom… you knew they were true, “say it, slut.”

The contrast between his caring ‘baby girl’ to the harshness of his ‘slut’ had your head spinning with whiplash. “I belong to you, divine ruler,” your voice was raw, fucked out, and even though your pussy was begging for release, you would’ve been content stopping there.

You were exhausted. As Kai inched closer, hovered above you, you could tell he was, too. Sweat decorated his forehead, causing the blue strands framing his face to curl just the slightest. His breath was hot as it hit your face, “tell me all of your holes belong to me.”

The wet, heavy tip of his dick rubbed against the rim of your asshole. You shuddered. “All of my holes belong to you, Kai,” you repeated, and every muscle in your body tensed as he prodded at the hole with the head of his cock.

“Don’t you fuckin’ forget it,” he murmured, and suddenly, his cock was disappearing from your bum. Rather, he quickly re-entered your cunt, leaving the hole sticky with precum. You couldn’t complain one bit, though, because his cock was buried deep against your cervix, and his thick bush of pubes was hitting your clit just right. You knew you wouldn’t last more than just a mere few thrusts. And he wouldn’t either.

Your hip fit snug in his hand, and his thumb pulled at the hood of your clit as he began to pound into your puffy cunt. You whimpered, now further exposed to his bushy pelvis as it hit your clit with each and every thrust. His other hand grasped your own, tangling your fingers together and pushing it down against the pillow beside your face. You squeezed, hard.

Your free hand was finding refuge on his shoulder, nails digging into the skin. He growled. There wasn’t a moment devoid of eye contact. His were nearly black while yours sparkled beneath him. Both held immeasurable lust, and maybe even a little love. His tip hit that plushy spot inside of you.

“Oh!” you moaned out, finally closing your eyes in hope to just relish in the pleasure.

Kai sped up his motions, attacking your g-spot over and over. “Look at me,” he commanded immediately, and your eyes fluttered open while your cunt wept around his cock.

It was all so hot. His breath as it wafted in your face, your own intermingling with it and steaming up the room. The coil in your lower tummy was burning, tightening and tightening with each thrust of his hips, each hit to your clit, each clench of your pussy. Sweat dewed on your skin, and the beads pearling on Kai’s forehead began to run down his temples.

He groaned, and you could feel his balls tighten just slightly. “Repeat it, baby girl,” he asked, an almost whine to his voice, though it was still gruff and raw.

The coil was close to snapping. Your clit was tensing up, your cunt was tightening — all you needed was a few more thrusts. “‘m yours, divine ruler!” you cried out as Kai rubbed the hood of your clit a few times. It was over; the coil snapped.

Your orgasm hit like one big wave. Your pussy fluttered around his dick, thighs trembled against the mattress. You moaned, too blinded by the climax to realize Kai was finishing off, too, pumping you full of his cum for the third time that night. You hadn’t even realized you closed your eyes once more. 

When you opened them, you were met by the two hands, still interlocked with white knuckles and sweaty palms. You hummed, trembling still from the intense climax, as you moved to look at Kai, whose head was dipped between the both of you, blue waves dangling in front of your eyes. And suddenly, a droplet fell onto your tummy. 

It was water, a tear to be exact, wept straight from the eye of the man on top of you. Before you could speak, or even move your hand to wipe anymore that threatened to spill over, Kai was pulling out. And it was only a moment where you caught a glimpse of those glazed eyes before he disappeared from the bedroom. He left you in a flash, the cum spilling over your folds still dewey and warm. You shivered. 

Kai’s jealousy was a tricky little thing, but you had never ended an envious fuck like this. He loved you, he wanted you despite all the shit he’s put in motion to keep it from happening. You knew you had to talk to him about what just happened, but perhaps that was a chat to bring up in the morning. Instead, you pulled the covers over your shivering body, breathed in Kai’s scent that riddled the blankets, and thought about the one thing you knew for sure now: 

He loved you. 

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[s1ut4evan]

wet - kit walker x fem reader

*smut*

*not proof read*

(Requested anonymously)

You and Kit make love in the shower.

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The sound of running water relaxed me as I laid back reading my book. "C'mere babe!" Kit yelled from the bathroom. I sit my book down on our bed before getting up to see what he wanted. "Yeah baby?" I peak in through the cracked door.

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Kit had the shower curtain pulled to the side exposing his upper body. "Why don't cha come join me?" he raised his eyebrows. My face scrunched up, "Hmm I don't want to get my hair wet." I teased. Kit used his hand to push water off his face, "C'mon baby. Been a while since we showered together."

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He was right. Oh god how I wanted him. Without saying a word I began to strip my clothes. "Hell yeah!" Kit exclaimed. I rolled my eyes at his naive remark. My body began to shiver as the cool air swept over me as I pulled down my panties.

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Kit held the curtain open as I stepped in. The hot water instantly warmed me up. I watched as Kit grabbed the bar of soap and brought it to my chest. The soap lathered in between his rough hands as they massaged my breasts. I moved closer, pressing up against his already hard cock.

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My hands grabbed both sides of his face as our lips crashed into each other. Kit drops the bar of soap to take hold of me by my waist. Our kisses became heavy as the hot water trailed down my back. I ran my fingers through his cold wet hair while he pulled my hips closer to him.

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Kit pulled his lips back but only to go straight for my neck. His dick twitched to the sound of my moans while he suckled lightly on my sweet spots. "Fuck.." I hissed. My hand moved swiftly to his member. His mouth vibrated against my neck as I felt him up.

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He removed my hand just before spinning me around. My arms pushed against the wall while Kit slightly bent me over. His slender fingers teased my folds. I turned my head back to see him licking my juices his off his fingers. "Hm so sweet." he hummed. I bit my lip at the feeling of his hand caressing my breast while he positioned himself at my entrance.

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"Ready baby?" Kit asked. I shook my head without question only to feel his hardened tip slowly enter me. I whimpered out as his fingers pinched against my nipple. Our skin smacked together as he thrusted deeper. The water now running down my back splashed against the walls.

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Kit gripped my hips now with both hands as he made steady thrusts. He reached around my waist as he leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "You're my everything."

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I reached my hand back and gently held to the side of his face. He laid soft kisses on my cheek all while pounding me from behind. I winched at the sudden pull a way before he turned me around to face him. To my surprise, Kit lifted me up and gently placed me against the cold tile wall.

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My legs wrapped around him with ease as he used his hand to place his cock back at my entrance. Our lips collided once again as he slowly made his way into me. He pressed close against me as a way to hold me up while he thrusted up under me.

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The warmth from his mouth moved to my breasts as he kissed his way to my nipple. With my hard bud in his mouth, his large hands held to my thighs for leverage. He stopped and looked up to me, "Fuck baby.. God I love you so much."

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"I love you." was all I could get out as the familiar knot formed in my stomach. I was close. We stared into each other's eyes as a way of communicating. We were both on the edge. Kits thrusts became sloppy while my legs began to shake. With my hands against his neck, I took hold of his hair and slightly tugged as I climaxed on his cock.

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Our wet bodies were stuck like glue to each other as we came together. Kit slowed his pumping to a stop as his warm liquid filled me up. My legs, somehow holding strength, stayed in place against his hips. Kit held me as our heavy breaths became relaxed.

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He gently released my shaky legs as I let go of his hair. Using one arm, Kit leaned against the wall behind me. I pulled him in for a kiss before returning to the warm water to cleanse myself.

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I hope you enjoyed this! I'm so sorry if it seemed rushed. And I'm also sorry I've been inactive and haven't posted for a month, ugh.

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[thoughtyouwerentafraidofanything]

Hi I'm not sure if you are doing requests but if you are and is ok with you could you do a kai anderson smut like he gets really jealous and possessive with his girlfriend please? Thank you.

PS . I love your writing I'm a big fan you been inactive for a while and I was missing your stories 💖

POSSESSIVE

Pairing: kai anderson x female reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, swearing, slapping, toxic relationship, panty smelling, forced to watch, unprotected sex,

Plot: kai isn't pleased after he catches you talking with another cult member.

Authors note: I tried. Not the best really sorry about that.

Kai didn't like the new guy.

Oh he really, didn't like the new guy.

More so, he loathed the way he though he could speak to you.

Every other person in the cult knew to not get to comfortable with you, awkward small talk was tolerated but real conversations were a no go.

Kai couldn't stand the asking your favourite colour Bullshit that was yours and his conversations. He couldn't stand the way you laughed like a love sick puppy whenever he told a shitty joke that he could've delivered better.

Who the fuck does he think he is speaking to you like you were his girlfriend, you belonged to kai, every fibre of your being belonged to him.

Ever single strand of hair on your head down to your pretty pink toenails were his.

And this guy thinks he can waltz right in a wrap his noodle arms around you and play husband and wife.

Kai took this as an insult, this newcomer is obviously sending a threat to him, he might as well have told him he was a loudly leader and fucked you infront of him.

Kai couldn't have his other followers see the way he treated him, he wouldn't allowed the others to go against him the way he did, he had to make an example out of him.

He wanted to hit somewhere deep withing him, and don't think you're getting out of this pain free.

Kai knew you were a slut but prancing around the new cult members throwing yourself at them like a cat in heat, was his dick not enough for you.

Kai mightve been mad at the new guy but oh was he angry at you.

This is how it always ended up something would happen involving you and kais mind would twist it to suit his fucked up brain, you barely had even spoken to the new cult member you didn't even know his name.

Kai had happened to see you have your one of three conversations with the new guy and was red in the face so you ignored the man from then on, you felt bad ofcourse but knew it would be best for the both of you to not speak, it was the same with everyone else.

It had been atleast a week since kai caught you speaking with someone yet nothing had happened to either of you, you had never been more surprised by kai until now, had he forgotten about it?

Did he not care?

Ofcourse you weren't going to question him, why would you, it would probably result in a severe punishment for you and who ever else was involved and he would twist your words making it seem like you purposely distracted him from doing what he was entitled to do.

You were sat upstairs in kais bedroom, the sky outside was dark as was the room youbwere in, kai didn't let you put a light on.

Your ears perked up at the sound if floor boards creaking, you could see the outline of a figure moving towards you and anxiety spiked in your stomach, you were going to stand up to run but the figure pounced landing on you and pressing you deep into the mattress.

His smell flooded your nose, kai.

Your body then relaxed, no longer fighting his kai also became less tense, he was straddling your hips in nothing but his underwear, his hair hung infront of his face making it even harder to see him.

He leaned down planting a quick kiss on your neck, kai done it again slowly moving his way to your lips.

"Take this for me"

He whispered into your ear, his hot breath against the shell of your ear making your heart pound.

Kais hand slid up your body, until it reached your mouth. He held a small pink pill against your lips. He continued to kiss amd nip at your neck and collarbone as you sat with the pill on your lips waiting for you to willingly take it.

And you did, your tongue slipped from your mouth capturing the pill and swallowing it, kai sat up pleased with how accepting you were.

His hands roamed down your body snaking under your gown, his cold hands against your searing skin took your breath. His large hands massaged your skin, cupping your chest and squeezing between his long fingers.

You smiled and giggled as kai done so and he returned a foolish chuckle, your eyes were tired and your lids were heavy.

Whatever kai had given you was making its move quickly, you put too much trust into him but he was your leader after all.

Your eyes peeled open, the sight of a bright light boring down at you stung your already bloodshot eyes.

Your body was cold, the air around was thick and pained your lungs as you breathed in, your back stuck to the hard surface beneath you your skin pulling as you move.

What had kai given you?

You sit up, head throbbing from the light but your body was restrained. Your hands and feet were tied down by a coarse rope and you were only in your underwear naked everywhere else, you didn't even have your bra on. After all the time you had spent with kai you had learnt not to freak out in the situations he put you in and this was simply another, yet it was increasily harder not to freak.

You rested you head back down on to the table beneath you. You had recognised the room you were in to be kais basement.

Your eyes moved around the room, watching for anything different to pop out or someone, kai, to enter the room. Your eyes widened in panic as they settled on frank, the cults most recent newcomer, the man kai had become obsessed with torturing.

Frank was stripped down to his underwear, his skin was bruised and a raw red colour, sweat covered his body and ran through his hair. Duct tape was wrapped around his bare body momentarily gluing him to the seat, strips were layered across his mouth and eyes. The only sound he could make was the heavy breathing coming from his nose.

"F-frank?" You asked oitloud not expecting an answer

At the sound if your voice Frank's head lifted, more muffled words left his taped mouth but you couldn't understand him.

"I don't know what you're saying fr-"

Before you could finish your sentence kai entered the small room a small smile on his face as he stared at you sprawled out for him half baked on the table infront of him, his face turned sour as his eyes settled onto Frank.

"Y/n, frank"

Frank let out a desperate cry as his name fell out of kais lips, you simply stared at kai, your master.

"You two know each other?"

Kai stared back at you waiting for an answer, you slowly nodded your head.

Kai chuckled to himself and shook his head at your response, he made his way over to Frank and placed his hands on either sides of his head, Frank began to squeal and his body violently shook.

The rip of the tape covering Frank's eyes sounded painful yet Frank looked relieved that kai didn't do worse to him.

Kau didn't move for the next five minutes, staring down at Frank watching him cower inwards into the chair under his intimidating gaze, you felt awkward being in the room with the both if thwm almost entirely naked.

Suddenly kai laughed aloud and spun his body around facing away from Frank.

Kai walked closer to you

His hands reached out to the table below you, you watched him curiosity, worry growing in your chest. Your body flinched at the feeling of kais large hands wrapping around your ankles.

His fingers massaged your ankles slowly moving up your naked leg.

"I fucking love these legs" kai said softly his face getting closer to your calf, "Do you like them frank?"

Frank's eyes were pleading, beads of sweat fell down his forehead from his hair that was already soaked, he made muffled noises as kai hadn't ripped the tape off of his mouth.

Your head snapped back to kai when you felt his lips kiss their way up the inside of your leg, pecking your calf, licking your skin and biting at your thighs. Kai made grunts as he positioned himself between you.

"But do you know what I love more Frank?"

Kais head turned to frank as he watched him shake in the seat he was forced in.

"Her pussy"

Right at the same moment kais hand had slithered it's way up your leg to your clothed core, the only thing separating you from kai was the thinnfabric of your underwear.

Kais fingers applied pressure onto your clit, slowly rubbing in small circles as he stared down frank, he done so until he began to hear your body signalling for him to go further.

You were practically begging your body to not fall to kai, you didn't feel comfortable having kai touch you to lewdly infront of another party but as his fingers carried on circling you grew more careless. The moment your toes began to curl you knew you wouldn't be able to fight the feeling off.

You body tensed, your back arched slightly off of the table as your head turned to the side, your eyes scrunched tightly and you teeth biting down on you bottom lip.

Your breathy was heavy and as you opened your mouth to swallow a gulp of air a moan slipped out of your mouth and echoed around the room, you couldn't stop yourself anymore, more and more moans and gasps left your figure, your body began to grind itself down onto kais fingers desperate for the feeling of him.

"Do you know how fucking tight she is frank"

Kais other hand slipped under your underwear pushing the flimsy fabric to one side bunching it together in between your thighs.

Kai teased you at first, his index and middle finger slightly hovered above your clit, as your hips moved on their own they would catch his fingers sending volts of pleasure through your body making you feel fuzzy all around.

"I'd never pull out of her if I had a choice"

Kais fingers finally made contact with your clit, they rubbed and circled at your body collecting the juices you released out of pleasure and placed his fingers into his mouth resulting in a loud groan.

"I've been fucking her for months", kais finger returned to your core, dipping into your entrance before pulling away to lap at your clit, "how long have you known her Frank?"

"A month?" , kai put on a thinking face as he pushed his finger into your cunt forcing you to take all three of his knuckles in one push, a loud moan erupted from your throat as you tried to grasp onto the table below you as you back arched.

"Do you like y/n, Frank?", kai hadn't taken his eyes off of Frank the entire time, he didn't need to he knew your body like it was his own

Kai scissors his fingers inside you as his thumb made work of your clit, " I think you do"

His fingers pulled put of you right until his finger tips were just barely inside of you,and without a warning he thrust a third finger inside of you causing you to yell out in ecstacy and try to grab his body but the restraints forced you to stay stuck on the table.

"I think you like her a little too fucking much"

Kai finally looked at you, or more so your pussy, his removed his three fingers from you and hooked both hands under the small waistband of your underwear harshly pulling them down your legs and off of your body.

You watched through hazy vision as kai twirled the fabric of your underwear between his fingers before bringing the ball of cloth to his face.

"Smells so fucking good, you want to smell Frank?"

Kai untangled his fingers from the ball of underwear and throws it at Frank knowing he couldn't remove them from himself.

"Oh she makes me so hard"

Just then kai stood to his full height making the tent in his pants visible for everyone, all he wore was loose boxers which made it easier for him to free his hardened cock.

Kai took place between your thighs his dick laying in between your legs rubbing against your clit, kai kneaded the flesh of your inner thigh and pushed your legs together enclosing his cock in your naked thighs, his precum acted as lubricant as he began to force his cock through your thighs.

The feeling of kais heavy cock brushing against your sensitive clit was making your body jitter, you watched as kai clung to your hips pushing himself through your thighs, you could see how wet he had made your thighs.

Growing tired of your thighs kais hands grabbed ahold of your waist and tugged you towards his body not caring that your skin was in pain from being stuck to the table for more than an hour.

You could feel his broad tip putting pressure onto your entrance, kais hands were placed on the inner side of your thighs and pushed them open and up, this gave you the view of your swollen pussy aching to meet kais cock.

Your eyes rolled back as kai began to stretch you, his pressed his tip in, with still many inches to go the feeling of your tightness always made it hard for kai to not cum in you straight after he entered you.

Kais hands slithered up your body, his left staying on your spread knee keeping you from shutting them and refusing him the right to see your sex, his right grabbed at your tits, harshly squeezing and pinching at your body.

As gently as kai pushed his tip in he didn't do the same as he rutted the rest of his cock into you.

As soon as he had bottomed out into you kai doubled over his chest to yours as his head hid in the crook of your neck, he took the opportunity to bite down on your tender flesh and mark you with his teeth, he wanted to bruise you, to show Frank that this bitch already had an owner.

Pulling himself away from you kai began to force your body back down onto his cock, he would slip out of you before slamming back inside.

Your moans became louder as kais speed increased, you didn't bother try to hide them anymore not when kai would purposely fuck you harder just to hear you.

"Do you wish you were me Frank?"

Kai spoke breathlessly, his head was switching between you and Frank spitting insults at you both.

"You want to fuck her right?, massage her tits?"

"Well to fucking bad"

With that said kai began thrusting inside of you relentlessly, his cock feeling as though it would split you open if he kept his speed and force up.

His hands grabbed at your flesh, his nails scratching red marks into your skin as his hips worked at yours.

"She's mine"

Kais eyes bore into your closed ones

"All fucking mine"

Unexpectedly kai slapped your jaw, the shock made your body tense which made kai loudly moan and almost double over you again. The sting on the slap rested on your face as your eyes desperately tried to stay open for kai.

"Don't shut those fucking eyes again"

As so you didn't, kai watched your eyes roll back from the pleasure, he couldn't help but smile at the way he could control you with so little effort.

Your finish was so close, everytime kai entered you his cock would brush past the most sensitive spot in your body and you couldn't hold out for much longer with how often he hit it.

Kai ofcourse knew you were close, Seconds away from finishing, the way your pussy was clenching around him told him all he needed to know.

You felt kais fingers begin to play with your clit once again, your body was crying for its release and kai was in a good enough mood to reward you with yours.

Your mentality was snapping apart, piece by piece, with every thrust kai pressed into you, with every grind of his hips your sanity shattered until your mind shot blank and you thought and seen nothing but pure bliss.

Your pussy clamped around kais cock forcing him to a halt with his thrusting, the overwhelming feeling of your pussy begging for him to cum inside you was too much and after seconds of trying to wait for your orgasm to pass kai emptied himself inside of you.

Everyone in the room was breathing heavily, but for different reasons, up until the moment you looked over at Frank you had completely forgotten about his presence a feeling of awkwardness washing over you.

Kai stilled, his cock softening inside of you yet he refused to pull out, "Aah, You're pussy is just so fucking perfect", Kai turned to frank,

"Would you like to have a round with her Frank?"

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[taintandviolent]

I held my nose I closed my eyes - I took a drink; Jimmy x Reader

Summary: Reader is a hypnotist. Jimmy, in one of his drunken nights, cleans out his own supply and stumbles into your caravan to clean you out too. What he finds... is sooo much better. [warnings: 18+! sex pollen fic!! shameless, explicit smut, I'm so serious. female receiving, oral sex, rough sex, mentions of alcohol.]

Also! Hugely inspired by @silverzoomies' mindbogglingly good Quicksilver sex pollen fic - the queen of sex pollen as far as I'm concerned!! Please read it if you haven't!!

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The calliope breathed its melodic tune as your fingers curled back towards your palm. The man in front of you was glassy-eyed and pliable.

“Bark!” You snapped your fingers.

Almost immediately, the man let out a string of excited woofs, much to the delight of the audience. Laughs and scattered applause filled the tent, the loudest of laughs coming from the front row — from his presumed wife.

“Ladies and gentlemen! While I am using hypnotism for your pleasure and amusement today, I implore you… to consider that hypnotism can be used for good. It can be used to cure sicknesses of addiction, turn the fearful into the brave… or perhaps make someone fall in love with you.”

The man swayed languidly back and forth, following your graceful fingers as they swept through air. You brought the man’s attention to you with one finger, whispering soft words of release. You snapped your fingers for a final time and the man came to, dropped back into his own reality in a mess of confusion and wobbly knees. Unbeknownst to you, this regular Joe wasn’t the only man unsteady on his feet. A dozen or so yards away, the beloved Lobster Boy was drunkenly stumbling into your trailer, looking for some more booze to drown his woes.

As he stood in front of your cabinet, he surveyed the collection. Dried herbs, crystals, some of those cards that he’d seen the travelling gypsies use… and a ton of bottles. Scanning until he found something that most resembled some liquor — though everything was questionable — Jimmy palmed the one of the two largest bottles, lifting it to the light to get a better look. The dark liquid sloshed heavily around inside, and while he knew he was drunk, he could’ve sworn it sparkled.

Flipping the cork out with his thumb, Jimmy pinched his nose, squeezed his eyes shut and threw the contents of the bottle into the back of his throat, having enough to sense to avoid whatever taste was going to meet him. Whatever it was went down smoothly, leaving a syrupy, sweet coating on his throat. A line of deep burgundy trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his tongue flicked out to catch it.

“Hooo,” he grimaced and shuddered hard enough to lose his grip on the bottle. It clattered to the floor loudly. “That’s rough.”

His throat felt warm, but the feeling started in his thighs, of all places. Underneath his dusty black jeans, the muscles felt like he’d gone and pressed them against a bed of coals. It was hot in Jupiter, not that hot — but Jimmy Darling felt like he had the fever of the century. Sweat beaded at his hairline, running salty ribbons down his temples.

And then, he felt it. Concealed in his cotton briefs, heat rushed to his groin at breakneck speed. It couldn’t have taken more than thirty seconds for his cock to stand at attention as though he’d been working it up all night. His jeans tented and the pressure wasn’t very forgiving. No, it was downright painful. The blood switched heads and he could think of nothing else but you. Jimmy wanted to be inside you, feeling your weeping cunt clench with each thrust. He wanted to lick his fingers clean of your — “Come on!”

Jimmy drew the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping at the sweat. As the seconds ticked by, his body temperature continued to climb. He knew he had to do something before he actually became a lobster, bright red and steaming. With one hand, Jimmy unbuckled his pants and yanked the button free of its slit. The small give in restriction allowed his stiff cock to breathe, but Jimmy pulled the elastic of his briefs under his balls, wincing at the static electric feeling that physical touch brought.

His cock sprung free, bouncing heavily. It looked full, and pre-cum was already leaking out the velvet soft tip. He couldn’t describe it mentally any other way — needs emptyin’.

You had graciously taken one more participant before making your way back to your caravan, pulling your high heels off as soon as you were out of the tent. You padded softly across the grass, humming some disjointed melody. The tips had been good tonight, and you’d been looking forward to the iced tea in your tiny little fridge all day. "…Gotta’ hank o’ hair and a piece o’ bone and made a walkin’-talkin’ honeycomb.”

Stepping onto the wood crates that served as doorsteps, you pulled the door towards you, still singing quietly.

“…well uh honeycomb, wontcha’ be my baby, well uh honeycomb wontcha’ be my own — ”

With your index finger still curled around the handle of the screen door, your body froze, voice leaving your throat. Jimmy Darling leaned against your bed. Not just that — Jimmy Darling leaned against your bed, caramel locks plastered to his forehead with sweat. His pants were undone in his lap, and his fused fingers were glistening with his own cum. You’d only looked at it for a split second before you clamped your hand over your eyes, but it wasn’t soon enough to stop the visual searing its way into your brain. The way the swollen, red tip slid through his conjoined fingers as he clumsily tried to jerk himself off…

At the sound of the door, Jimmy immediately started crawling towards you, muttering desperate words of gratitude. Like a hound on the scent of a rabbit, his nose had clocked the earthy sweetness of your perfume oil the second you’d walked in. He needed to get closer to it and to you. There was another smell — a sweeter one — that he licked off his lips as he made a beeline for you.

“Oh, baby, baby, baby….” He growled low, words separated by hiccups. “I’m real glad you’re here. I messed up… uhhuuummmm - real bad.”

On his knees in front of you, Jimmy wrapped his hands around your legs, claws stroking the backs of your knees. Paired with the fact that he’d never called you baby, the contrast of his warm, strong hands against your delicate legs gripped your core, setting the first trap of arousal. A moment later, his lips collided with your shins, feverishly peppering kisses along them as he worked his way up.You closed your eyes, exhaling hard through your nose.

His head dove under your skirt and you let out a shrill yelp.

“J-Jimmy Darling! Stop, stop!” You wrenched your leg from his grip, his slick fingers gliding off your calf muscle as you hastily stepped around him. “What in the hell has gotten into you!?”

He fell forward onto his hands, letting out a sound you’d never heard a man make. His dick hung heavy between his legs and thick strands of pre-cum swelled from the tip, stringing to the floor with every slight movement of his hips. His lust just wouldn’t stop yelling, drowning out every other rational thought he had. It was as loud as when Elsa brought her megaphone to the stage, shouting orders at the top of her lungs -- louder maybe. Jimmy reached for his aching cock to give it a few desperate pumps, tightening his grip as he drew towards the base. The sensation crippled him, bringing him forward onto his face. …so damn sensitive…. I need her…..

He’d always been able to satisfy himself, even as drunk as he was now; after every meeting with the Girls, when some gal in the crowd got a little too flirty — he’d never had an issue taking himself in his pincers and rubbing one out. But this… this wasn’t enough and he was damn tired.

Every cell in your body was begging you to keep staring at the way he handled himself, alternating between stroking the thick shaft, and doing quick, smaller thrusts to stimulate the ruby tip. Jimmy groaned into the vinyl floor of your trailer as he decorated it with strings of white.

Did he just cum…?

Underneath your skirt, your cunt fluttered with a bloom of heat.

Although it had been difficult to walk away, you somehow managed and stopped just short of your kitchen counter, which had been converted into a short shelf. All of your tonics, amulets and tools of your craft were neatly arranged there. Were. They were…. Previously. The empty space in your cabinet was suddenly very apparent.

Suddenly noticing that you had left — or maybe he smelled that you had left, Jimmy’s lids peeled away from each other. He turned his head just enough to stare up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. The curve of your ass underneath your skirt made his dick twitch upwards, reaching for relief. With his cheek smashed against the vinyl flooring, Jimmy’s words were distorted behind you. “Aaah— you’re sucha’…. dream Dolly, you know that?”

You closed your eyes, kicking your foot to the side. It collided with something, with an unmistakable tink! just like you’d predicted it would. Sucking in another deep breath, you dropped your gaze to your feet. A very empty amber bottle had been tossed haphazardly to the floor.

You heard him shuffling to his feet behind you, catching himself on whatever surface was near enough for him to grip. Through ragged pants, he continued. “I’ve always thought that — ever since you got here, the very first day…. Laid eyes on you and thought ‘Hot damn! We’ve got a sex-pot headlining.’ Youkn—”

“Jimmy…?” you asked, warningly. Planting both of your hands firmly on the counter, you pacified your mind, lassoing it in from the field of panic-stricken thoughts. “Tell me you didn’t drink this whole thing….”

Instead of dispelling your fears, a broad chest pressed against your back and two arms wound themselves around the front of your hips. Jimmy’s body felt like a furnace against yours, and the sudden pressure between your ass cheeks had you clawing the laminate countertop like a feral animal.

He’s still hard as a rock…

He was sweaty and smelled like sun and liquor; a smell that you’d become very attracted to in the few weeks you’d been here. Every time he passed by, you’d inhale, filling your lungs with it. He kissed the nape of your neck like he’d just got home from work, missing you all day.

“How many times have you orgasmed?” You didn’t want to know the answer.

“Mmm, only uh’ couple times…. I’m sss-sorry baby…” he slurred, pressing his face into your hair, loudly inhaling the scent of it. His voice was barely a whisper, but it was so close to your ear, it sent shivers down your spine. “You aren’t mad at me, are ya?”

His little mistake wasn’t about having too much of his Mama’s hooch in that little flask she carried around. Well, maybe that too… You’d got those potions from a lady in New Orleans in 1946 and she’d warned you about the dosage… “a silver teaspoon, nothin’ more, you understand?” She said it came straight from Marie Laveau and wasn’t to be trifled with. Jimmy Darling had consumed a whole bottle and now, his swollen cock was dribbling into the cotton fabric of your skirt.

“No,” you breathed shakily, reaching up to press your middle finger to the bridge of your nose. “I’m not… but you’re in for a real storm, Jimmy Darling. It’s — was— love potion, you know that?”

“Love potion, huh? Didn’t think that was real.” He questioned lazily how to fix it, more interested in his hands sliding up your stomach, manoeuvring until they’d found skin.

“You have to do what you were put on Earth to do. That basic instinct — and I sure I wish I could tell you once would be enough. But Jimmy,” you paused, inhaling sharply. “The dose for a man of your size is a teaspoon.”

“A man of my size…” Woozy chuckles vibrated your shoulders. “Seems like you’re the gal to see — you know an awful lot about it.”

Frustrated, you cocked your hip to the side, doing your best to sort out the thoughts. You knew the only solution was to fuck it out of his system, but you hadn’t really thought you’d be ending your night with him. Jimmy let out a loud moan, bucking his hips further in between your legs. You felt the heat of it, searing through the thin fabric. He bucked again and rolled his forehead along your shoulders, whining.

“Hooo…. you can’t move like that, baby. I’ll flip.”

You whimpered his name as you lifted your eyes to the ceiling, cursing whatever deities were looking down on you, waiting on bated breath for your next move. You’d waited a long time for something like this. So long in fact, that you had almost turned to waving your enchanting fingers in front of his face, like one of the ticket-holders, hypnotising him to look at you for longer than a few minutes. Instead, his mercurial alcoholism had planted him right in front of you. Well, behind you.

With his hips still rutting into you, grinding incessantly, he murmured into your ear: “I’m sorry I’m actin’ this way… but you haveta’ help me, baby…. Help me, please… I’m gonna’ lose my mind if I do—“

“I know, Jimmy.”

As you walked your legs out to the sides, you hoisted the back of your skirt above your ass. Watching intently, he backed his hips up allowing you room to reach between your legs and search for him. Your fingertips grazed the base, just above his balls. With a final prayer that Jimmy Darling wouldn’t forget about you as soon as the potion had run its course in his body, you wrapped your fingers around his shaft, already slick with a generous coating of pre-cum, and guided him in between your thighs.

Jimmy’s hands were suddenly at your hips, taking fistfuls of your skirt and shoving it up towards the small of your back. With a grunt, he wound one of his claws around the hem of your satin underwear, wiggling it down from one side. He thrust his hips forward and the hot tip slipped past your entrance, grinding into your clit from the underside.

Jimmy’s low, honey voice was reduced to high pitched whimpers and broken whines. Your insides pulsed with a hungry need…

“Hoh-god…”

“No,” you spat. “This isn’t right, not like this. Jimmy, I really —“

He didn’t let you finish. Conjoined fingers gripped your biceps hard, spinning you around so fast, the intent was blurry. For a minute, his face was contorted, frustrated and the way his chest heaved wound a nervous coil in your stomach.

Instead of striking you, or whatever you thought he was going to do, Jimmy crushed his lips against you, desperate for any sort of erotic contact. His hands found their way to your breasts, cupping them, while his thumb flicked at your nipples over the fabric. “I gotta’ have you, honey…”

You pursed your lips, tightening them into a thin line. In one fluid, frustrated motion, you pulled your shirt over your head. You unclasped your bra, holding his gaze and barked: “Then, take me.”

He forced his tongue into your mouth. You remembered the time you’d bit into a honeycomb as a child. As sweet as you thought it would be, and as sweet as it was, there was something very overwhelming about it. There was a word for it — cloying. As he explored your mouth, Jimmy tasted bitter, and cloyingly sweet… and god, was he drooling? There was so much spit that you had to swallow a mouthful just to avoid choking. His tongue wrestled with yours, teeth biting at your lips until they were red and swollen.

Your lids snapped open and you felt your pupils dilate. A warm, sweet heat rose from the base of your throat, filling your mouth. There were hints of honey, and spices, and underneath a very bitter fruitiness.

Oh… oh no.

He didn’t know what was going on inside of you, but he revelled in the way you started moaning and whimpering into his mouth, grinding your cunt against his groin. Jimmy’s hands dropped to grip the soft, pillowy flesh of your hips, his thumb pressing into the softness. “Fuck baby, your body… you can’t see these hips under that skirt you wear all the time.”

“This ain’t enough,” he cooed, pushing you towards your small sofa-bed with kisses. “I need to fill you up, Y/N….”

You were more than willing to let him guide you to the bed; though you knew the majority of your disposition was due to you already having a big, silly crush on him. Jimmy lowered himself down, one knee at a time, keeping his eyes locked on the table laid in front of him.

Hastily, Jimmy pulled your skirt to the floor, kicking it behind him. He made quick work of your underwear too — though those didn’t join the pile of clothes. He lifted those, the satin fabric dangling from one of his thickened fingers, swaying back and forth. You did your best to avoid looking at the wet spot you’d left in the crotch of them, though Jimmy seemed to have locked onto that and only that.

“Pink, huh?”

You chewed your bottom lip bashfully. “I’m not all crystal balls and veils, Jimmy…”

At those words, his eyes flashed to your cunt, pupils dilating. He chucked your underwear over his shoulder, refocusing his attention onto you. Jimmy spread your pussy with his knuckles, exposing the pink, glistening flesh. His laboured breaths slowed as he focused, watching every clench and twitch. “Baby, baby, baby….”

He was just staring at it. Your cunt ached as he teased it with feather-light touches.

“Can I?”

You moaned, asking for clarification. Not that you needed it — he could do whatever he wanted to you and he wouldn’t hear a peep of protest from you. You were a mess, like butter in his claws.

“Can I eat it, baby? I’m hungry… I’m a growin’ boy…”

It took a lot of effort to lift your head to look at him. You were swimmy; everything felt rose-tinted.

“Yeah,” you nodded, wetting your throat. “Yeah, Jimmy, but I think if you grow any more… we’ll have a problem.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, pausing to look at himself. It was true; his cock had never been this hard, and the tip was such a deep red that it was heading to plum.

With one segment buried deep inside your slick cunt and the other curled back towards his palm, Jimmy leaned in. His plush lips pressed tenderly against her, tongue slipping out to taste her in between kisses. You strained against his grip, writhing like a worm on a hook.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, finally pulling away from her. His chin was glistening — you almost wanted to apologise for the mess you’d made. He didn't seem to mind though, as he reached up, wiping at his chin with his hand. The way his thick, fleshy segments looked coated in your wetness, the way they caught the dull, yellow lighting of your trailer — it was enough to make you cum right then and there. You collapsed back on the bed in a mess of whimpers and Jimmy took that opportunity to dive back in.

He caved his tongue to envelop your clit, the vibrations of his moans sending a shockwave through your core. Before he started pumping his fingers in and out, Jimmy Darling did something that could’ve sent you into another dimension; he just sucked at your clit, flicking his tongue over the most sensitive spot he could.

He slurped at your cunt like an ice cream cone, one that was melting faster than he could catch — but he did a damn good job of getting every drop. He was loud and sloppy. He’s so hungry for it…

Your body trembled violently as you came, grinding against his mouth as long as you could before he backed up, dipping his head further in between your legs so he could feel the clench of your orgasm around his tongue.

He straightened up with a satisfied ‘Mmm’, jerking his head to the side with a smile. “Sweet as candy, baby…”

Crossing his arms over his torso, Jimmy pulled his white undershirt up and over his shoulders before tossing it behind him. Ribbons of sweat streamed down the tanned skin, leaving glittering lines across his chest.

“Jimmy,” you whined. “Hand me the other bottle.”

He obeyed, reaching behind him for it. His big hand closed around the cool, brown glass, and brought the cork to his mouth. His teeth clamped down and yanked it free. A small whiff of the potion inside made his eyes roll back, but he quickly regained control, looking down at you with a devilish little smirk. He knew exactly what you’d planned to do. He took one generous gulp, swallowed, and said:

“Open up, toots.”

You obeyed, and Jimmy Darling poured the love potion — too, too much of it down your throat. You coughed, sputtering some of it onto the pillow of your bottom lip, and he lapped it up.

The devil worked fast, but hoodoo potions worked faster.

Sweat beaded up from every pore, coating your body in an aroused sheen. You’d felt like you’d been sunbathing all afternoon, with no lake or pool in sight. You felt like your cunt was on fire. It had a heartbeat as strong as the one encased in your ribs. You had one thing on your mind — and that thing was stroking himself as he watched the change in you.

“Ohhhh, shit….” He took a deep breath, inhaling the pheromones that had abruptly filled the tiny space. You smelled them too, and the adrenaline dump made your muscles quiver. Jimmy’s dark brown eyes were wild as they locked onto your eyes, his cheeks flushed red. “Oh, now we’re cookin’.”

You jerked forward. You needed him, you needed every bit of him and the idea of teasing him drove you wild. You raked your nails along his heated stomach, tracing a line of hair the colour of brown sugar, following it down to a bush of the same shade. With your bottom lip swelling between your teeth, you planted both hands on his torso and dropped your head between your shoulders to tease him with your breath. You exhaled over the reddened tip, watching in delight as it twitched closer to you. Your lips ghosted over it, suctioning around just the tip. You swallowed, and opened your mouth wider, letting your tongue flop onto the underside of his shaft.

“Fuck…FUCK!”

Jimmy came undone, clenching his teeth as he bucked his hips against your mouth. Up and down, your head bobbed, stroking his cock with your mouth. Your cheeks caved as you hungrily swallowed the ropes of cum that hit the back of your throat.

That didn’t last long. With a strong hand, he guided you back, pushing you back onto the bed. You felt the mattress shift to Jimmy’s weight as he climbed behind you.

“C’mere, baby… lay this way.”

He guided you into a horizontal positioning, curling his body behind yours. His chest pressed against your back, warm and slick with sweat. His soft lips scattered kisses along the nape of your neck, down your shoulder.

Jimmy gripped your leg at the thigh, holding it straight. His cock was rock hard, and a thick, clear glob of pre-cum welled from the slit on his head as he lined up to your swollen, aching pussy. Your jaws ache at the sight of it, wanting to smear it over your lips like a gloss.

“You wanna’….” He inhaled a shaky breath. “You wanna’ feel the motion of the ocean, baby?”

You squeaked out a ‘yeah’. After nuzzling his nose behind your ear, The Lobster Boy jerked his hips so hard that the stretch of your cunt had you wincing and grinding your teeth together. But god, that feels so good… He sunk in, bottoming out almost right away — but the rhythm that boy had…. He was fast. He was fast, and he whined every time your cunt had swallowed half, shuddering the rest of it in. Every few thrusts, Jimmy would bunny-hump you with his cock deep inside, revelling in the way your cunt hugged his girth — squeezed it, even.

You, on the other hand, were feeling like your body was going to burst into flames at any moment. Your pussy had hardly had any time to recover, but you screamed out another orgasm, pulsating around The Lobster Boy.

He pulled out quickly, his ink-pool eyes glittering with a new position. With his dick secured in his hand, Jimmy got to his feet, stepping carefully off onto the floor. He let go to snatch you at the waist and wrench you harshly to the edge of the bed.

“Go, Jimmy…”

He pulled you forward slowly, dipping his chin to his chest to watch as your walls clenched around him. Your pussy was blush-red and swollen; a visual he’d treasure for the rest of his life. Once the tip of his head stretched past your entrance, Jimmy yanked your hips back against his. Hard. The sound your cheeks made when they slapped against his stomach drove him wild, and whatever apprehensions he had about hurting you went out the window.

Through unhesitating thrusts, he asked: “Doesit’ feel good, baby?”

You could only nod, seeing the ceiling of your trailer vibrate each time your bodies connected. The trailer has to be moving — he’s shaking the trailer, oh god.

“Say my name again.”

“Ji-Jimmy… oh my god, Jimmy!”

You were two orgasms in, and he was pounding a third out of you. The muscles in your legs were quivering, and losing strength quickly. Your vision was overexposed and twinkly, tears stained your cheeks.

“Jimmy - wait - wait, it’s too—“

You whimpered desperately, your fingers dropping away from your overstimulated clit. Jimmy straightened up, one hand moved to your shoulder, leaving the other still clamped on your hip. Your shrill screams were loud enough to break the barrier of your trailer, but when he tightened his grip on your shoulder to use it as leverage, you didn’t care.

He was fucking you deeper and harder than you’d ever been fucked, and maybe than he’d ever fucked. Blinded by ecstasy, he couldn’t hear a word. Every carnal instinct he had kicked into full-drive, galloping towards the finish line of pumping you full of his seed.

You turned your head, screaming into the mattress as your pussy shuddered one final time, leaking the wettest orgasm you’d ever had onto his cock. She clenched around his tip like a vice, and the sensation drove Jimmy to the edge.

The knot inside Jimmy unravelled all at once. He let out a deafening groan, spilling his pent-up load into you. Gush after gush flowed into you, and you could feel the hot fluid leaking from your cunt, splashing onto your thighs with each determined thrust he gave.

Eventually, his thrusts became spasmodic, shakily slowing to a stop. He collapsed atop you, and reached between your bodies, to tug his softening cock out of you, humming at the sensation.

“Y’know… I really do have the hots for you, baby…. I haven’t slept with a single girl since you waltzed in.”

He exhaled hard. “I gotta’ sleep, doll. I gotta.”

By the time you sat up and slipped your arms into a robe that was draped over a chair, Jimmy was already asleep. The way he curled up on your too-small bed, naked, one hand hanging off the side was easily one of the cutest things you’d seen since drifting to Jupiter. You wouldn’t know until he woke up, but if he was telling the truth…. You’d spend every last day worshipping the ground he walked on.

A delicate rapping pulled your attention from Jimmy, who had already started breathing deep in his sleep. Delicately, you pulled a blanket of yours over his bottom half, not wanting whoever was at the door to see him in all his glory.

You made your way to the door in no particular hurry, still floating Cloud Nine. Eventually, you toed open the door and leaned sleepily against the doorframe. The robe barely covered your chest, but at the sight of the visitor, all worries left.

“Have you seen Jimmy?” Maggie asked, her tone of perpetual annoyance making you smile. “I needed t—

“I have,” you cooed. “I sure have.”

Like the nosy bitch you knew she was, she poked her head in. It didn’t take her long to find him, and hear his soft snoring.

“Oh, drop dead twice,” she muttered, retreating.

You stopped, an amused smirk twisting your lips. So, she had wanted him. Clocked that one. “What, and look like you?”

Her wide eyes narrowed into slits, lips pursed indignantly. With a toss of her dirty blonde hair, she marched off towards the tent, fists clenched at your sides.

You might’ve felt bad for the poor wretch if Jimmy Darling’s cum wasn’t dripping down your thigh. Might’ve.

#tryin' something new with the headers... there aren't enough jimmy gifs and I need something better to match the vibe of my fics lmao #Jimmy Darling #Jimmy Darling smut #jimmy darling x reader #jimmy darling x you #ahs smut #american horror story smut #fanfiction #ahs fanfiction #ahs freak show #American Horror Story Freak Show #Evan Peters #myfics

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Excommunicated ☆

Kai Anderson x fem!reader

summary: you were about to be excommunicated from FIT for betraying Kai with his sister Winter. But Kai had other plans before your death.

warnings: nsfw, violence, dub con, rough bondage, guns, knife play, slapping, spitting, oral (m receiving)

( i deeply apologize for starving y’all)

When you first met Kai, you were new to Michigan. A college student who had moved here. Kai had brought you into the cult, a ‘new beginning’ for you, he called it.

And now, you found yourself in his basement once again. Well, in a closet in his basement, laying on the ground, tied up. Your wrists were cuffed behind your back, along with your ankles too. You laid on your side, tape over your mouth as you looked up at Kai from the corner of your eye.

“We could’ve been unstoppable,” Kai sighed, loading his pistol. He crouched down, grabbing your chin in his big, strong hand, his fingers squeezing your chin.

“But you fucked it all up, bitch,” Kai spat, pulling your hair. He pulled your head back, making you cry out into the gag as he pressed the mouth of the gun against your head. You felt the cold metal against your temple, the feeling of death’s imminent kiss washing across your lips. Kai pulled the trigger, but it locked.

it…locked? why didn’t it fire? you should be dead by now, brains splattered against the wall. Kai’s hands shook, his greasy blue hair falling into his face. Kai let out a yell, throwing the gun against the floor. It slid out of the doorway of the closet, flying into the main part of the basement. You closed your eyes and flinched. Kai grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your stomach. You let out a whimper, shifting in your bonds.

Kai un-cuffed your ankles before pulling down your jeans. He spread your legs, rubbing your cunt under your panties. You moaned into the gag, which was followed by a scoff from Kai. He slapped your clothed but absolutely soaked pussy, soliciting a whimper from you.

“You’re such a fucking slut,” Kai scoffed, pulling off your gag. “Tell me, bitch. Tell me how much you love me,”

You let out a few coughs as he ripped the gag out of your mouth. You nod, coughing. “Y-Yes, Divine Ruler. I love you,”

Kai slapped your face, his cold hands smacking against your cheek. You knew it’d be red in the morning, if you even made it until the morning. He looked down at you, spitting in your mouth before he slapped you again. Kai sat you up on your knees before he unbuttoned his jeans, prying them off of his body, accompanied by his boxers. He grabbed the shaft of his cock, slapping his pre-cum soaked tip against your lips.

“Show me how much you miss sucking off your Divine Ruler,” Kai spat, forcing his shaft into your mouth. You choked a little, holding back coughs as tears formed in your eyes. Kai’s fingers kneaded through your hair, creating knots as he forced your head lower. You gagged as you noticed through your tears, Kai taking out a pocket knife. He held it against your neck, smirking.

“Take my cock like a good little slut. Take it and maybe i’ll spare your life,” Kai smirked, pressing the knife a little into your neck. Kai thrusted into your mouth, harder and harder as he felt his impending orgasm. You felt his dick sliding down your throat.

Kai gave a few more thrusts before he finally pulled his cock out, making you gasp for the breath you didn’t have. He grabbed you by your hair, pulling your head up to look at him. You whimpered softly, tears still slipping from your eyes like a leaking sink. Kai wiped your tears with the tip of his knife, putting his lips neck to your ear and whispering:

“You may be a traitor and a filthy, fucking narc, but you can sure as hell make a guy cum,”

@cult-of-lambs , @fear-is-truth , @dangeroustaintedflawed , @newwavesylviaplath @slutforgarlogan @nickrhodeslittledarling

#american horror story #ahs cult #american horror story cult #kai anderson #kai anderson smut #ahs smut #american horror story smut #ahs imagines #ahs oneshots #kai anderson oneshots #kai anderson imagines

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Tate Langdon Masterlist

I’m Still Here

NSFW Alphabet*

Dream Come True*

The Evans See Your SH Scars

How The Evans Would React If They Walked In On You Changing*

The Evans See You Having A Wet Dream About Them*

The Evans With A Photographer Boyfriend

The Evans See You Masturbating*

The Evans See You Do The Wap*

Deja Vu

The Evans Help You Through A Panic Attack

Pumped Up Kicks

Ouija Board

You Flinch During An Argument

Tate Langdon With A Nonbinary SO

I’ll Always Love You

Forever

Insomniac

manipulating tate to make him cry

#american horror story #american horror story imagine #american horror story x reader #american horror story smut #american horror story murder house #ahs #ahs oneshot #american horror story oneshot #ahs x reader #ahs imagine #ahs smut #ahs murder house #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon oneshot #tate langdon imagine #tate langdon smut #tate langdon #evan peters x reader #evan peters imagine #evan peters oneshot #evan peters #imagine #x reader #imagines #oneshot #smut

[babygorewhore]

Revolution

You disobey Kai. And he decides to punish you with a very important reminder.

Requested by @marchsfreakshow

Warnings! Violence! Kai! Manipulation! Blowjob! Degrading! Again Kai! No plot!

“Kneel before your divine rulers feet.” Kai’s icy tone cut through you as you fell to your knees before him. Your hands covered in blood, baseball bat tossed to the side as Kai stalked through the room.

“I give you basic commands, don’t i? I told you not to kill her and WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?” He screams and slaps meadow across the face. “You fucking killed her.”

You flinched. Your boyfriend's anger wasn’t a new emotion but it did nothing to lessen the shock as Meadow crumpled to the floor next to you. But the reality was, it was your doing that led you to end up in this position. You had killed the girl. Meadow had been the one against it.

“Get out of my presence. I need to speak with her. Now.” Kai grit out between his teeth and she immediately stood and ran. Not wanting to gain another strike.

Kai clicked his tongue and gave you a quiet chuckle. “You know, you’re almost as good of a liar as I am. But unfortunately for you. You’re much easier to predict.”

His boot came and knocked you on the floor. Causing you to scramble as you cried out in pain. He scoffed and returned to his favorite spot. “Get over here. Speak with me.” He gestured with his head and you forced yourself up.

Your flats moved to sit across from him as he raised his hand. Pinky up. You knew this routine. Every week you had to swear to tell him the truth. So he could control everything about you and everyone in his cult. A word you were forbidden to use. “Once physical contact is made you have surrendered yourself to tell me the truth and nothing other than that. Do you understand?”

“Yes, divine ruler.” You interlocked fingers and he sighed.

“How did you do it? Manipulation is a technique. Used for weak minded. So I’m wondering how you convinced a strong member to do your bidding.” His tone was a mixture of admiration and anger.

You licked your drying lips. “I used her desire to impress you. She loves you. So it’s…easy to use her. To lie.”

He gave you a sadistic smirk. “Did you enjoy it? Playing a game with her? Making her believe every word you said?”

“Yes.” You whispered, feeling intimidated by the giddy energy he was displaying.

“You are such a wonderful example of me. What I stand for. What I do. I am you. I am…so proud of my little lamb. So, I want to reward you.”

“Re-reward me?” You stuttered.

Kai nodded. “You have one hour. One hour to do whatever you wish for me. Suck my cock. Ride me. Fuck me until your pussy can’t take it. I won’t do anything other than what you say, my love.” Kai told you.

You leaned forward to kiss him.

And that’s when he laughed.

“And that’s how I know.” Kai pulled away and stood as horror threw you. “You will never be as good of a liar as I am.” That’s when his hands went under your arms and drew you out of your seat. Your eyes moved close to him as you gasped.

“Get on your knees. You know that’s my favorite and expected position.”

Your knees welcomed the discomfort as your fingers undid his belt and you yanked down his boxers. His red precum leaking cock slapped between his thighs and your mouth watered. This was an act that Kai usually never had to ask for. Why would you deny your divine ruler and his revolution?

He slapped his dick against your tongue before you lifted its weight into your hands and licked both sides slowly and lewdly drooled on yourself. Kai loved spit as you dumbly licked at his tip, reaching up to massage his balls as he started moving his hips to your hands and mouth.

You hadn’t sucked cock before you met him. He trained you. Taking your innocence and lack of experience away by throat fucking you. Only his cock would belong inside you. Your divine ruler was your God. And you worshiped him like the little cumslut you were.

The soft skin of his dick rolled in your mouth as you sucked him and he slammed your head back against the chair as he bobbed your head up and down. “Give me those pathetic little tears you stupid bitch.” He growled as you dumbly drooled on him. Your own pussy clenching around nothing as he fucked your mouth.

But swiftly Kai removed his cock and sprayed your face with his cum as you sharply inhaled. His creamy fluid coated your chin, jaw and chest as it dripped and he gave you a satisfied moan. “That’s better, little lamb. But your punishment isn’t over.”

He gave you a cold glare. “You don’t get to cum. Not for a week. Why should you enjoy pleasure when your job is to only serve me?”

“Yes, divine ruler.” You whispered and he reached down and patted your cheek.

“Do you belong to me?”

“Yes, Kai.”

“That’s my girl.”

@xxhellfirebunnyxx @fear-is-truth @icannot3 @icannot3 @icannot3 @imyourdaninow @slvt4jamesmarch @taintandviolent @enchanting-evan @elaine-in-the-membrane @redhead1180

#Kai Anderson smut #Kai Anderson #Kai Anderson American horror story #Ahs cult #Ahs smut #American horror story smut #ahs #ahs asylum #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #evan peters #evan peters imagine #evan peters fanfiction #evan peters x reader #ahs fanfic #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson x y/n #kai anderson x you

[akillerbeforeyou]

anything (part two)

(kai anderson x fem!reader)

part two of my kai anderson fic based on @fear-is-truth 's bot!! took me a long time to write because I'm lazy, not proofread either

content warning: smut, male receiving oral, pretty tame stuff

word count: 1.1k

read part one here

"Now... get on your knees."

I take a half second to rub my now incredibly raw wrists and arms before tucking my hair behind my ear and straightening out my dress before getting onto my knees. I move slowly and delicately as I feel Kai's gaze upon me.

"Good, good girl. Tell me, do you know what you need to do to gain my forgiveness?"

"I do know, sir" 

I look up at him with doe eyes and a tear-stained face, the air around us is thick and the room is dimly lit. breathing deeply, my hands glide slowly up the side of his pants. I keep my movements deliberately slow and sensual, as Kai watches intently from above. He enjoyed this position of control, of dominance, but most of all, he enjoyed seeing me surrender to him in this way. to be his for the taking, to have me in the palm of his hand. 

Despite this being an act I've performed countless times before, feeling his eyes on me only made me feel more nervous, but that's what it's always been like with Kai. no matter how qualified I am in doing something he always manages to make me feel like I would be lost without his direction. 

I bit my lip as I removed his cock from the confines of his boxer. moving closer to his length, I could feel his strong hand come and grip the back of my head with force- tangling my previously styled hair. I wrapped my lips around his member before letting him guide the way with his hand. 

Kai's breath hitches and his hands continue gripping the back of my head as he forcefully guides me along. He lets out a deep and almost animalistic moan as I continue to bob my head back and forth. 

"That's right, you're doing perfect for me...."

He speaks softly, his voice filled with the kind of affection most other members of the cult wouldn't ever have the pleasure of hearing. the atmosphere had now completely changed- the warm feeling of his approval and love overtook the darkness and fear I had felt not even ten minutes prior. I continued with his length in my mouth, trying (as well as failing) not to gag. 

silently, he pushed my head down faster and faster on his shaft. I continued to go down, looking up at him as if to send a message without actually speaking aloud. from just the look in my eyes, I made my best attempt to display my gratitude towards him. to show him how thankful I was to have a man like him taking such good care of me. He looked down at me and it was easy to tell he also felt an overwhelming wave of affection for me. It felt good, knowing I was his. Knowing He had never been more proud of another girl.

"fuck baby, just like that"

 His words of encouragement pushed me further, working hard to show him the way I worshiped every fiber of his being. I could feel his grip become tighter. He has told me many times previously how much he enjoyed pushing me to my limits, and now I could feel that he was about to reach those limits himself. His breath became shallow and quickening; his heart beating at a thousand miles an hour.

his hand stroked my head, the loving action was the juxtaposition from how roughly he handled me beforehand encouraging me to do better, to serve him better. no one made me feel as safe as I did in his presence, just like how I made him feel powerful.

"That's good, my little sheep..."

I could have sworn my heart skipped a beat as the man I was so infatuated with vocally expressed his appreciation for me. I continued as I felt him tense up for one final time before he reached the peak of his ecstasy. 

Even though I could feel the bruises start to form on my knees, as well as a dull throbbing on my arms and legs from the rope burn, feeling Kai release inside my mouth made the entire experience worth it. I pulled away and swallowed harshly before getting up to become face-to-face with the man I loved. Kai was speechless, which was unusual for him. He was used to me doing whatever I could to please him, but this was a new level of satisfaction. He once told me my skill was 'unparalleled', normally I would chalk it up to him paying me lip service, just another one of his tactics to keep me by his side. However, this time there was no need to join pinkies, the look on his face was proof enough that he had been telling the truth. 

I took a second to stare longingly into his dark eyes before softly giggling and embracing him- burying my face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling up to his warm frame and inhaling deeply to take in his scent. as I hugged him, I could feel his heartbeat pounding against his chest. A look of pure satisfaction settled on his face as he returned my affection. his large arms wrap tightly around me and pull me in impossibly close. I shut my eyes tight, enjoying his presence for a beat before pulling away to admire his face. gazing up at him, holding his hands so as not to fully break contact. I batted my eyelashes as I timidly spoke my next words,

"Do you forgive me, divine ruler? have I proved how much you mean to me?" 

Kai smiled softly, his eyes filled with affection and pride. His voice was uncharacteristically sweet as he replied with the only answer I could ever want to hear

"You have proved your devotion to me. And for that, I forgive you."

I smiled up at him, thanking my lucky stars that he truly did have a soft spot for me, because if someone else in the cult had messed up this big, they would be as good as dead if the second kai found out. 

I looked up to see that Kai was still grinning, filled with pride for his little lamb. I couldn't help but feel the admiration and attraction he radiated when he looked at me. It was so simple to tell what was on his mind. while he wouldn't say it out loud and risk our established dynamic, i knew the truth. that no one else could compare, they never would be able to. No matter how many new girls he got, he would always love how I worshiped him.

#ahs coven #ahs murder house #american horror story #evan peters #kai anderson #tate langdon #ahs apocalypse #ahs asylum #ahs cult #ahs fandom #kai anderson x y/n #kai anderson smut #evan peters x y/n #evan peters smut #ahs smut #american horror story smut #writers on tumblr #ahs fanfiction

[fand0mh03]

Headcanons about having an arguement/fight with each of the Evans?

Fighting with the Evans

Tate Langdon:

Im going to state this right now; the fight was his fault

He is stupid

We all saw his relationship with Violet

He’d probably deny something that he said and then gaslight you into thinking that he didn’t say it, but you knew he did

He loves to gaslight gatekeep and girlboss 

Anyways

He would try to talk to you, but you give him the silent treatment because he is an asshole (sometimes…. A lot of the times)

He hides in his attic or something

You need time to cool off, and you stay in your room and probably scroll on your phone or read, but what you don’t know is that he’s actually watching you

Spooky 

We love a sociopath 🥰

Should we? No, but do we? Yes

I feel like violet wouldn’t hate you, but she’d think your a dumb bitch

In her mind she doesn’t see why you stay with him, especially when you know everything that he’s done, but she would definitely talk to you about the fight

She would justify your feelings and make you feel validated

Wait....

Should you…

Should you date violet….?

Maybe. Possibly. Probably 

Depending on the severity of the fight, you might need anywhere between a couple of hours, to a couple of days to cool off

The whole time he’d be watching you… always lurking… always watching….

👀

Kit Walker:

I’m going to be honest, I am having a hard time thinking of something to fight over with Kit

Maybe him inviting Jude- a woman who tortured him- into his house with his wife (you) and your kids?

Or possibly him overworking himself trying to build a better life for you and your guys’ family?

Either way, I think he wouldn’t yell. He’d be patient with you and would be understanding

He would try to see your point of view before explaining why he feels a certain way

Oh? What’s that sound?

Thats the sound of a healthy relationship!!!

After you both cooled off, he would hug you, apologize, and place a kiss on your forehead

He’d feel extremely bad about fighting with you and would want to make it up to you any chance he could, even though you told him your forgave him and that you weren’t bothered

He would cuddle you for sure

I think he’d be scared of upsetting you, but you didn’t realize how worried he actually is, so when you sit in bed getting ready to sleep and he turns to you with tears in his eyes and asks if you’re mad at him, you realize that he still feels bad

You have to explain to him that you’re not going to just leave him because of a small disagreement and that you’re not mad at him

Kit >>>>>

Kyle Spencer:

He would be scared to make you mad

If he senses something is slightly wrong, he will start apologizing over and over again

You could sigh, and he would be in tears

Protect him at all costs

He tries to talk to you in a calm manner and actually gets quieter

You would have to assure him that its alright and that you don’t hate him

Because he thought that you hate him and will cry

Cuddles afterwards

You don’t really fight because of it, so you have some well mannered, and calm disagreements

He would be so scared of you breaking up with him or hating him forever

He’d just go quiet and start apologizing quietly

When you’re annoyed and ranting to him, you immediately calm down when he goes quiet because you know he’s sad

So you’d give him a hug and a kiss, which would bring a smile to his face

Jimmy Darling:

He gets LOUD

He’ll yell at you, and eventually will scare you enough to just look at him in shock and fear

Especially if he’s drunk 

If he’s drunk you refuse to talk to him when he’s yelling because he can get aggressive 

You’d have to call his mommy on him to calm him down

Until she died-

Then you’re on your own, kid

You’d probably sleep in amazon eve’s caravan, or hide behind her, or both, both is good

She’d fight for you

She’s so mommy

Jimmy would be apologetic afterwards and tell you it would never happen again

It happens again  🤓

James Patrick March:

He wouldn’t yell at you, he wouldn’t get angry with you, he wouldn’t do anything but listen and agree with you

Which makes you more mad because you’re confused

He’d say things like “yes, darling, I understand, that was an idiotic thing I’ve done”

You calm down and thank him

You two come up with an agreement and all is well

He’d feel bad about upsetting you and apologize 

I feel like he wouldn’t be mad at all, you know? Like he loves you and he doesn’t want you to be upset ever, but especially if he’s the reason you’re upset

He’d do anything to make you happy 

Kai Anderson:

One of two things could happen

A) he screams at you and will berate you for an hour or more, and then leave you alone in your shared room for hours until he goes in to sleep and he cuddles you and whispers a quick “sorry”

Or option B) he screams at you in your face for hours, hits you, and will berate you until you crying and telling him to stop. Then he’ll give you an evil smirk and throw you into the basement and locks the door. He may leave you there for 3 hours, or 3 days

Winter would come down and give you water, food, and comfort

She’d tell you how to get him calmer faster

Of course she isn’t perfect at it, but she knows a lot more, having to deal with him her entire life

But we clearly saw how well that worked out for her in the end, so hopefully that doesn’t happen to you

#ahs #american horror story #evan peters #evan peters x reader #ahs asylum #ahs murder house #ahs coven #kit walker #kit walker x reader #kyle spencer #ahs freakshow #ahs freak show #ahs cult #ahs hotel #ahs fandom #ahs fanfic #american horror story hotel #american horror story asylum #american horror story murder house #american horror story smut #american horror story coven #tate langdon headcanon #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon imagines #tate langdon smut #tate langdon #kit walker fanfiction #kit walker imagines #hello kitty #kyle spencer headcannons

[mrs-march-ahs]

Part 2 of math teacher Kai Anderson that picks right up on the cliffhanger the first one left off on 👀

Kai Anderson, Your Math Teacher (Part 3)

Summary- Mr Anderson, desperate for untraceable way to tutor you, finds a way for you to learn your lesson in a way that pleases both of you.

Warnings- LEGAL age gap (the reader is 18+), teacher x student, manipulation, Kai Andereson, filming, masturbating.

Words- 4.1k

You may want to read this part 2 to know everything!

please, enjoy <3 I beg

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You pressed your fingers against your clit and rubbed in circles, mimicking the pace that Kai stroked himself on the screen. Your phone rested against your laptop screen, recording you as you laid with your legs spread and your shorts moved to the side, exposing your bare pussy.

Kai’s moaning quickly became nothing but background noise, as you filled the room with noises of your own. Your family was downstairs, and you had to limit yourself, but the sound of his grunts as he approached orgasm had more control of your body than you did. The sounds tingled through your legs, making you literally drip arousal.

You circled your clit quicker, making your laptop and phone shake slightly. Arousal was drooling down to your ass, picking up the light from the window and being the star of the video. Despite how much you wanted to make the video good for him, his voice and masturbating sounds turned you on immensely.

You grab a fistful of the sheets with your unoccupied hand, before quickly letting go and attaching it to your boob instead. You squeezed it, putting your nipple between your fingers and tugging. Your other hand got sloppy and tired, but you didn’t care as your legs began jittering in anticipation for release. Kai’s video was coming to an end, and what played was the last 10 seconds of him cumming, groaning your name over and over, stroking himself even after orgasm when he’s sensitive. The sound of him grunting your name – as if he was saying ‘Damn Y/N, you did this to me – was the green light for you to cum.

Your legs shook and your pussy pulsated, but you kept going, trying to imitate Kai in the video. Continuing to rub when you were so sensitive was difficult but electrifying. Your legs tried to close multiple times in protest, but you forced them open, now stroking your clit with you all of your fingers, while you still had the energy.

Panting, you look straight up at the ceiling, praying to your own personal God (Kai Anderson) that the video captured at least a fraction of the pleasure you just felt. And after a second to catch your breath and stop tingling, it was the moment of truth.

You watched back the video and much to your surprise – sulked. The video was barely a minute long, and what you could hear more than your moans where Kai’s moans in the video. You were so desperate and excited that your legs kept shaking the camera, making the video crappy to watch. You were so exhausted, that was the strongest and best orgasm you’ve ever had. Shame Kai turned you on so much, that it only lasted 47 seconds.

You put your phone down and gently swiped your hand up your pussy, collecting all the left-over wetness that wasn’t staining your shorts or bed. Your clit was swollen purple, just as worn out as your arm was after tonight’s fire session.

You couldn’t possibly record any more today, too tired to even sit up straight, but you and Kai had a routine now. You couldn’t… or rather really didn’t want to turn up in school tomorrow and show him something as underwhelming as this. He told you himself that you were the only thing left that could make him cum, and he proved it too. You couldn’t show him this.

You lazily reached over to your nightstand and took your cable, plugging in your phone to your laptop to put the shitty video on the USB drive anyway. While you were there, you desperately wanted to make yourself a copy of Kai’s erotic video, but you were terrified of somebody finding it or seeing it. Once your new video was on the drive, you deleted it from your phone, too scared to keep it.

The next day was… strange.

You planned to avoid him. Not smile at him in the corridor should you see him, not answer any questions in class, do everything you could to not attract attention to yourself. You didn’t want to tease him and occupy his mind too much if you didn’t have what he wanted. You knew more than anybody that being teased sucked.

You packed your school things and tried to remember a time when the main reason to go to school was to learn and see your friends, not daydream about a man a decade older than you. Once you were dressed and thought you had everything, you left out the front door and walked to school.

But planning to not attract attention didn’t work out well for you when you arrived late for your first lesson: maths. You slowly opened the door, glancing around to see that everybody is already sat down and looking down at their notebooks, despite only being 9:06.

You walk towards your seat – at the front of the class – and quickly sit down, sliding down, trying to hide. Although none of your classmates gave your tardy a second thought, you couldn’t hide from the person who really mattered.

Kai looks up from his desk in front of you, briefly looking you up and down.

“Why are you late?”, he asks bluntly. Your heart dropped into your stomach, and you smile at him sweetly.

“I’m sorry”

“Does that answer my question?”, he replies, standing up. He was never this strict with anybody when they were late. Kai, out of all of your teachers, cared the least. He was stern in his own way, but he mostly came every day just to do his job and leave.

“I-”, you hesitated. “Uh”

Kai looked at you with a slightly agitated expression. Your entire face burned as you stared at him apologetically knowing that you weren’t going to say what he wanted to hear. But how could you tell him in front of the whole class that the reason you were late was because you had to run back home to collect the flash drive, that he may ask for?

Your shuffled in your seat, feeling everybody’s eyes on you. But you didn’t care about them, just him. He looked down at you with his almost black eyes before waving his hand once.

“We’ll discuss this later”, he finally put you out of your misery. You try to relax in your seat, but stay tense for the remainder of the lesson.

Kai acted as if he were so mad at you, that he couldn’t even look at you. He completely ignored you the entire lesson and it made you feel like he was disappointed in you, which was the worst feeling in the world. Your mind wandered to the underwhelming video on the USB, knowing you couldn’t even redeem yourself.

When the class was over and everybody stood up to leave, you quickly packed your things and wanted to get lost in the crowd to leave with everybody else. But Kai spotted you.

“Y/N”, he said in a deep voice, like a warning.

You froze in your step and walked to his desk, perching against it nervously whilst the two of you waited for everybody to leave.

Once it was just the two of you, you looked up at him, ready to be yelled at. But that didn’t happen.

“Do you have the flash drive, little lamb?”, he asks quietly, organising papers on his desk. He notices how you’re taken back in surprise. He smiles softly and steps closer to you.

“I had to wait the whole weekend”. He puts his hand on your thigh and leans in closer, waiting for you to say something.

Any words you wanted to say were lost in the minimal air between you. You quivered your lips, making sounds but saying nothing, distracted by his breath on your face. The second he notices, he brushes his lips past yours.

“Did you record something for me?”, he whispers, but against your lips, it sounds loud. You close your eyes, the sensation of his chapped lips against yours making you squirm in your seat a little. With his lips against yours and his hand inching up your thigh, you felt like the first time you were near him. The scene played out the same, but this time your heart wasn’t beating as fast. Your feet felt a little more on the ground.

You slip your hand into the pocket of your jacket, wanting to retrieve what Mr Anderson wanted and then run out. But you felt around your pocket, not feeling the small flash drive you knew was in there. Or rather, hoped. You stood straight, not leaning against the desk anymore and instead standing so close to Kai you could feel the natural bulge of his pants against your lower stomach.

You turn your head to look back at your desk, anticipating the drive to be on the floor near where you sat. But with every passing second you couldn’t feel it in your pocket, your chest began to feel fuzzy, not knowing who could pick it up.

“Everything alright?”, Kai asked softly. He put his hand on your shoulder, encouraging you to look at him. When you did, your glossy panicked eyes made him step back.

He put his hand in the other pocket of your jacket, filling it with his large hand and taking it out to hold the red drive.

“Looking for this?”

The relief of not having lost the USB only stayed with you for a second. Instead, his cocky expression of knowing everything about you more than you did made you shuffle your feet awkwardly. The confidence radiating off his smirk made you warm.

“Go to your next lesson, angel”

He slipped the device in a pocket on the inside of his blazer and sat back down at his desk. You hated that he dictated when the conversation was over. You felt as though you had no control over when you were talking to your teacher and when you were talking to Kai.

You stayed next to his desk, watching him type his password into his computer and start looking at his timetable. He completely ignored you, but he knew you were there. He did it on purpose. By giving you the exact attention you needed only when he wanted it, you knew you’d keep coming back for more.

But you didn’t budge. You hated what was on that flesh drive and felt a strong urge to warn him. You didn’t want to disappoint him again. But when you parted your lips to speak, he beat you to it.

“Next lesson, angel”, he repeated with his deep voice. The things that voice did to you.

You stood up straight and walked out of his class, completely lost. Everything was now in his control and there was nothing you could do about it.

That night, in bed, you dared to touch yourself. You were still trying to deal with the embarrassment of coming undone so quickly and thought that you should save yourself for him.

The next day, the lesson was normal. You went in and avoided eye contact. You did your work sheet and despite not understanding how to plot the equation on the graph, you weren’t going to ask. You tried your best to draw a graph from your knowledge, and then placed the sheet on his desk as you walked to the door.

Kai placed his fingers over your graph and glanced over the axis.

“Which is the y axis, Y/N?”

You slowed down in your step but kept walking.

“The horizontal line”

Kai spoke with leadership in his voice. “Look at me when I speak to you”

Your heart stopped. You turned on your heels to face him and let people walk around you.

“The horizontal line, sir”, you stumbled in your words.

Kai inhaled and put your sheet to the side. He looked at you and sighed, “Go to your next lesson”. You had a 50% chance, but you got it wrong.

Being at home without Kai sucked, and every day without knowing what he thought about your video sucked even more.

Everyday for the rest of the week you didn’t touch yourself. You felt ashamed to. You laid in bed every night, squirming your legs between your sheets. Until Friday.

On Friday, Kai seemed different. He had an extra bounce in his step, he was extra outgoing with his students. He explained things in a more fun and friendly way. He seemed to care more. He was more present in his class as a teacher. But not only.

His cheerful disposition was infectious, so when the lesson ended, you packed your things slowly and was one of the last people to leave.

“Y/N!”, Kai walked over to your desk, for a change. “Just the person I wanted to see”

Kai smiled at you and perched at the edge of your desk. Though you already stood in front of him, he spread his legs a little and turned his head. Once he checked that all the students left his class and the door was shut, he put his hands on your waist and pulled you between his legs.

The proximity made your face redden. He kept his hands rested on your hips and his eyes wandered up and down your body. They locked on your hips, that he previously described to you as your child-bearing hips.

“I have something for you”, he spoke softly. You didn’t know he was expecting a response until his eyes peeled off your hips and looked at you. It was the first time he looked up at you and you noticed the care pouring out of his eyes.

“I think I know what it is”, you replied quietly. He smiled.

He took the red pen drive out of his inside pocket and slid it into your hand, pressing your fingers to wrap tightly around it. You held it close and put it in your pocket, barely being able to contain your excitement. Not only did his compliments and attention consume you, but you now knew that the blip of the last video didn’t make him lose interest in you.

“It should help you with your recent struggles”, he said lastly before standing up.

You stayed close to him and furrowed your eyebrows in thought. Which struggles? A soft exhale of amusement at your expression left Kai’s nose, and he put a finger under your chin to make you look up at him.

When your eyes met his, you relaxed your face and let his fingers hold you. He slowly leant down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. His lips felt glossier but spicer than usual. You sucked in your lips to savour the taste of his kiss and he put his hand on your shoulder to dismiss you. You walked towards the door with him, his hand never leaving your shoulder.

When you turned around whilst walking in the corridor to look back at Kai one more time, to your innocent wave, he replied with a wink.

You couldn’t wait to go home.

Once in your room, you impatiently rubbed the tip of the USB against the tight hole of your laptop, frustrated that it didn’t go in. You flipped it once and plunged it in whole.

You double clicked the folder, and was met with the familiar white background of the private folder. But instead of having a video or photo like usual, you were met with a file with the ending .wav.

You curiously opened the file, realising it is an audio file. You clicked volume up on your laptop twice.

Unexpectedly, Kai spoke. Not gasped or moaned, but spoke.

‘Little Lamb, I know you’ve been having troubles recently, but that’s what I’m here for’

You sat still listening to Kai’s voice, unsure of what’s to come.

‘Daddy can help you last’

Kai’s nickname for himself made your heart skip a beat. His dark voice made your thighs tingle already.

‘Just do what I say, I know you’re so obedient for me’

Though nobody was there to see it, you nodded. You could hear Kai’s smile in the next sentence. Or smirk, rather.

‘Get a pillow for me, a fluffy pillow’

Kai paused for a second. You shuffled your laptop forward and looked behind you, taking the pillow on which you rest your head. Laying it on your lap, you slap it a few times, to make it fluffy.

‘Lay it down vertically in front of you’, he ordered, ‘Do you remember which way is vertical, little lamb?’

You huff at the comment and lay the pillow straight in front of you, giving it another slap.

‘Now, start recording for me’

“Oh!”. You weren’t expecting that.

You pause the audio and take your phone, resting it on your laptop to record you. You settle for the back camera, not only because the quality is better, but because you don’t want to see yourself right now. That’s for Mr Anderson to see. You press the space bar.

‘Take your top off’, he said. ‘And those pants, too’

Kai’s deep sensual voice guided you, being much softer now that you’re recording, but still very firm in his word. You wondered how much he had planned.

‘Touch your chest’, he coaxed you. ‘Show Daddy what you do when he’s not around’

You unhooked your bra and threw it on the ground. You slide your hands from the outside of your chest on either side, grabbing your boobs in front of you, squishing them together for the camera. You knead them softly, and close your eyes. It was almost difficult to remember what you usually did to your own body when nobody was around, but Kai brought out confidence in you.

You stuck your tongue out, and ran your pointer finger against it, collecting saliva. You circled your wet finger around your nipple making it stand hard. With your eyes still closed, you imagined Kai’s mouth latched onto you.

‘Now baby, listen closely’

Kai’s dark voice send shivers down your spine. You could already feel the arousal slipping out of you and pooling in your cotton panties.

‘Take everything off, but leave those soaked panties where they are’

You loved the confidence in his voice as he assumed you were wet for him already, but also hated that he was right. The cockiness with which he spoke about your body made it feel like it was his. Even through the screen he knew what buttons to press.

‘Fold that pillow in half for me, make a little… mountain’

You looked down at pillow in front of you and did as you were told.

‘Nooow’, Kai dragged out the vowel and inhaled impatiently. ‘Spread those pretty legs for Daddy’

Blood rushed to your cheeks as you finally caught on. You uncrossed your legs and spread them open, showing your panties to the camera before slowly hovering over the pillow. You’ve never humped anything before, so you waited for more guidance. You were his obedient little lamb, after all. You weren’t here to guess what to do.

‘Put your hands on your thighs, I wanna see those titties’

You bit your bottom lip. You thighs felt like they were on fire with the warmth coming from between them.

‘Drag your pretty pussy forward on that pillow’

Every filthy spit that Kai did on the p’s, made you feel indecent. You felt lighter in your chest like you were doing something wrong obeying him so quietly.

‘And backwards’

You dragged your clothed pussy against the pillow. After a few minutes of being soaked, and a week of waiting for his attention, even the minimal contact that the pillow provided felt amazing. The sensation of your clit being rubbed against the fabrics felt made your core feel hotter.

‘Imagine it’s my thigh, little lamb’

Kai’s dirty words lingered with you. You could feel his eyes on you though they weren’t there. You felt as though he was in the room with you. You closed your eyes and pictured straddling his lap, while he sits at his chair in his office. The two of you behind closed doors. The peak of the pillow rubbing your clit like it was his firm clothed thigh.

‘Picture my hands on your pretty little thighs, guiding you’

You humped your pillow in repetitive rhythm, pushing down further against the pillow for more contact. Your mind wandered to Kai’s hands on your hips earlier today, pushing you forwards and backwards on his lap as you hump his thigh.

‘Daddy needs to trust you that you won’t let loose too quickly’

You dropped your head as you whimpered at the feeling, desperate to focus on his words but not being able to stop rubbing yourself against the pillow.

‘We wouldn’t want that to happen again, would we?’

Your face turns completely red in embarrassment at his degradation. An awkward giggle slips out of you.

‘I can feel how wet you are through my pants, angel’

You thrust against the pillow, frustrated whines spilling past your lips at the feeling. You didn’t just want more, you needed more. Thrusting against the pillow peak made your pussy pulse. The maddening rhythm only causing you to soak through your underwear but didn’t give you enough to bring you closer to the edge.

‘I can feel your little clit pulsating on my thigh, you filthy girl’

The lewd nickname made you audibly moan. You stick your hands out in front of you, to have more balance to drag your burning pussy against the pillow with as much raw desire as you have in you.

‘Now, I’m gonna count to three’

You whimper out a sound of desperation, knowing that despite dripping arousal, you couldn’t cum from this little contact. You wanted to, believe me, you tried. But the pillow wasn’t enough. You humped the pillow with your thighs closer together, hoping for a harsher rub.

‘And on three, you will stop moving completely’

You have to force your eyes open. You look down at the pillow, seeing the wet stain on the grey pillowcase. Your thighs moved themselves. You didn’t want to stop.

‘I’m not there to enforce it, but I know you’re obedient’

“Daddy”. The breathy whine sounded like a child in timeout. You weren’t ready to stop. You looked forward at the audio file that only had 30 seconds left. Your pussy felt on fire with how quickly you humped. “I don’t wanna”, you complained. Tears prickled your eyes at how desperately horny you were. Your panties were drenched but you had to stop.

‘Three’

“Nooo”, you cry out.

‘Two’

You pressed down on the pillow as hard as you could, jittering forward and backward.

‘And, one, stop’

You straightened your knees up, now almost on all fours, with your pussy still squirming, jiggering forwards in aftershocks but with no contact on the pillow. Your thighs clenched together, bringing no satisfaction.

‘Good girl’, Kai praised on the video, with not an ounce of hesitation in his voice. You stayed on your hands and knees, trying to catch your breath. His praise tingled at your tired thighs.

You sat down on your bed slowly, the feeling of the cool sheets on your wet core making you shiver.

‘I think you earned something, hm?’, his lustful mysterious voice teases. ‘Go on Omegle and type in your name, I’ll be waiting’

The audio file finishes and goes back to the beginning.

“Huh?”, you exhale in surprise. You turn off recording on your phone and watch it save.

You hadn’t gone on Omegle in years, but you type in the website and click on it. Kai must’ve figured that to be the only way for the two of you to video call without having any traces.

You type in your first and last name in the common interests. The video takes a few seconds to buffer, and before you know it, there is your distracted math teacher, clearly looking at a different screen on his desk. It was so weird seeing him in ordinary clothes. A plain black tshirt.

You timidly waved at the screen to get his attention. He looked at you and smiled. He pulled down his gaming mic closer to him.

“I’m your teacher… it’s my job to help you with your struggles”, he spoke quietly. “Have you learned which way is vertical?”

You suck in your bottom lip and nod.

“Very good”, he praises. He looks at you closely, the screen just ending before he can see your tits. He looks down at the bottom of the screen, as if he can see through you.

“And have you learned to control yourself?”

You awkwardly exhale in embarrassment. It was different to hear his sexy voice and to see him talk to you. You bite your lip to hide your nervous smile and nod again.

“Well then”, he leans back. “I guess you deserve a treat”

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OH, CHRISTMAS TREE

kit walker x fem! reader | 3.6K words

!! SMUT BELOW THE CUT !! please do not read unless you are eighteen or older | mentions of oral sex (both m and f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, and not much else, just mainly fluffy-ish smut

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“And…,” you paused, tongue peaking between red-stained lips as you delicately hung the final ornament on the tree, “done!”

Hands fell to your hips in fists as you stepped back in utter awe of the tree before you. It was beautiful, decked out with silver tinsel and red globes that sparkled under the white lights wrapped around the branches. You were proud, but not all the credit was yours for the taking.

“It’s gorgeous, sweetheart,” that familiar, thick Boston accent sounded as he snuck back into the living room, “we make a good pair when it comes to decoratin’.”

“Is that the only thing we’re ‘good’ at as a pair?” you immediately quipped, finally diverting your gaze from the tree to your boyfriend.

He held a crumbly chocolate chip cookie, half finished already, and a few crumbs decorating his lips as he smiled. “I could think of a few more things,” he said, leaning in to land a peck on your lips. He smelt like cinnamon and tasted of those cookies, chocolatey and sickeningly sweet.

It was your first Christmas together, you and Kit. And though it had been everything the two of you talked about for months, you were just getting around to putting up decorations… on December Twenty-Fourth. Listen, money was tight. With Kit earning about a dollar an hour, and the diner scheduling you fewer shifts, the both of you decided gifts came first and decorations would come later. However, as Christmas came closer and closer, the bills got higher and higher, and you’re not sure whose idea it was at first, but gifts were decidedly put on the back burner.

It made sense to get a Christmas tree. Sure, one might think ‘what’s a tree without any gifts?’, but this tree was your gift. You’d rather spend the day in, curled up against Kit’s chest beneath a layer of blankets, and be able to admire a tree. And in all honesty, it wasn’t actually beautiful. To you, of course it was, but to anyone else? They would see the several bare spots and limited decoration to cover them. They would see the flicker of years old lights and the cracks on the globes that are struggling not to just shatter. However, you were proud of it. Not to mention, this was yours and Kit’s savings combined over the last month.

Kit’s free arm soon wrapped around your waist, and you watched as he took another bite of the cookie before your attention was back on the tree. The warmth of your lover had you practically melting against his chest whilst the tree did the same, warming up the room and it was simply perfect. You could stay here forever. No job to exhaust you, no bills to pay, no worries ever again. Just you and Kit and this tree.

“Suga’, I—,” he started, drawing you out of your thoughts and focusing back on his crumb-covered, stubble-riddled lips, “I uh, I got ya somethin’, and please don’t be upset, sweetheart.” You opened your mouth to object, but he continued, “I know we agreed on no gifts, but I’ve had this one saved since August.”

A frown took over your lips as the warmth disappeared into the bedroom down the hall, leaving you all alone with the tree. You knew something like this would happen. There was no world where your boyfriend, Kit fucking Walker, would allow you to go giftless on Christmas. You stepped back, finally allowing yourself to sit down on Kit’s tattered couch, and waited while thoughts of guilt consumed you.

You tried to scrounge up enough for a gift for Kit. You meant to set aside money a few months back for it, but something always came up. Bills, or food, or gas, it was always just something. And your Christmas fund took the brunt of it. You were hoping the holidays would bring in a few more tips, but with your limited shifts, all the tips you got went to necessities. You couldn’t even afford a candy bar let alone a nice gift for the one person you ached to give one to.

His grin sparkled in the lights of the tree as he returned to the living room, pulling you out of your thoughts. It was impossible to be upset about the gift, or the lack of yours to give. Not because of the tree, or the holiday spirit that hung in the air, but that smile — Kit’s contagious, beautiful smile.

He was pretty like this. Truly, any version of him is utterly breathtaking, but the way his eyes twinkled beneath the white lights, the love that he held within them. And his freckles, each one prominently kissing along the ridge of his nose. His hair rested perfectly atop his head despite the full day of work he just had, and your eyes just can’t stray away from that infamous smile.

With one hand behind his back, the couch sunk in a tad as he sat beside you, gathering your hand in his free one, still a bit sticky from the treat he had moments ago — it’s safe to assume he scarfed it down the second he disappeared to the bedroom. You couldn’t help, but chuckle to yourself at the thought. “Close your eyes,” he instructed, the rough pad of his thumb brushing along your knuckles in familiarity. You did as you were told.

There was a moment of silence, of stillness, before some shuffling in front of you, and suddenly, a velvety box was placed in your lap. It wasn’t a ring or earrings, you immediately ruled that out by its size alone. And before your mind could go racing on what it might be in a box this size, Kit’s soft lips were on the corner of your mouth. Only there for a moment as he lingered and mumbled, “open, sweetheart.”

It took a moment for your eyes to focus with the dim lighting of the room, but soon, you were staring down at a green, you guessed right, velvet box. It adorned a small, darker green bow wrapped around its entirety, and just by the look of the box alone you could tell it was expensive.

“Kit, baby, I—,” you started.

“Just open it, babe,” he cut you off, insisting. It wasn’t often he would speak over you, but you knew the both of you would be going back and forth for hours if he hadn’t. You sighed and pulled the edge of the bow. Once the bow was nothing, but a mere piece of ribbon, undone and limp on your lap, you lifted the lid.

“Oh… my,” whatever words were on your tongue were swallowed up by the sparkly silver before you. It was a necklace with an opal-esque pendant, embellished in silver and what appeared to be diamonds. The necklace was nothing short of stunning, and you reflected Kit’s grin as you took it out of its cushioned box.

The chain was dainty despite the chunky centerpiece, but that thought didn’t cross your mind as it held it up in front of you. Watching as the diamonds shimmered in the lights, much like Kit’s caramel eyes — a connection you would make forever more.

“Do ya like it?” he questioned, and you couldn’t even take your eyes off of the necklace as you answered:

“Kit, like it? I love it!”

And before your thoughts could become all-consuming, before guilt could rush through your veins at just how expensive this must have been with nothing to give in return, before any tears could well up in your eyes, Kit’s lips were on your own, and you were immediately putty between the plumpness.

Stubble tickled the tips of your fingers as you brought your free hand to his cheek, setting the one adorning the necklace in your lap. Inhaling cinnamon between short breaths as Kit eased it further and further into something more than just a loving peck. You swear he made your head spin with just his kiss, and the spices dancing on your lips and twirling in your nostrils only made it all worse.

A whimper escaped your throat as he pulled away, and you ached to chase after the lips. It was almost embarrassing how a simple kiss could make you so desperate, but who really could blame you? Kit spoiled you, and not just in the sense of gifts and goodies. Kit Walker fucked you unlike anyone else could.

And maybe it was greedy. Greedy to be given such a gorgeous gift and now aching for something more. Kit was a God at all things pleasure, you really couldn’t help it when the filthiest thoughts would come rushing in each time he kissed you like that. Thoughts of him spreading you open on this couch, necklace simply dangling from your fingertips while the other dug into the scarred skin of his back. Or maybe coming undone on his tongue as he kitten licked between your thighs, sopping the whole couch cushion below you. Or maybe—

“Sweetheart,” he groaned, and you certainly weren’t expecting that, though you probably should’ve. Spoiled, remember? You’re spoiled, nothing short of it, and all because Kit ached for you just as much as you did for him. He enjoyed when his fingers would disappear into your pink, weeping pussy, he loved it even more when his tongue was making quick laps at it, and don’t even get him started on how good you felt enveloping his leaking cock. The ache was most definitely always mutual. And what made Kit unlike any other man you’d been with before, he didn’t care that he’d just given you a gift so generous, so thoughtful, he would find just as much pleasure in eating you out right that second as he did watching you open it.

It was a whirlwind of senses, that moment. As your minty breath tangled with his own spiced smell, and the sight of his eyes, riddled with lust, caramel and twinkling. It was a simple kiss, that’s really all it was, but fuck, did it have you both craving more.

“I really do love the necklace,” you tried, almost desperately, to forget about that ever-growing hunger between your legs, about the overwhelming emptiness, about the subtle drip tickling your folds, “It’s beautiful, baby.”

His eyes flickered between the both of yours, and he really hadn’t drifted much further back. Your hand still rested on his cheek, and his breath remained hitting your swollen lips. “I’m glad you like it,” he whispered, and it’s almost like he knew how sudden the lust overcame the room as well, but his next words would prove to you that he didn’t care, “please kiss me again, suga’.”

The second kiss was far more intense. Your lips met his own and you were confident now that you knew he needed this all the same. Eyes fluttered closed as you rushed to cup his cheeks with both hands, dropping the necklace back into its box and pushing it aside to be talked about later. Right now, all that was on your mind was Kit, and how his tongue prodded at your lips. Once you parted them, it dipped in, roaming the space as if Kit owned it. He did.

The soft thunk of the velvet box hitting the floor couldn’t pull you away. Not as Kit expertly slotted his lips along yours, tongue coming and going with a new route each time. Brushing along the back of your teeth, tangling for fleeting moments with your own tongue, or coaxing your plump lip between his. This kept going for a while, purely making out on the couch with his hands wandering all along your hips and bum, until he suddenly craved elsewhere.

His spit-coated lips dragged along your jawline, and you tilted your head back with a moan. And as you trailed your fingers along his cheeks, into his hair, he swore you felt him smirk against your skin.

Kit’s own hands finally found refuge on the globes of your ass, pulling you into his lap as his back rested against the armrest of the couch. Another moan bounced off the living room walls as he squooze, and his smirk grew as he kissed along your neck and down to your collarbones.

There were many nights when the sex was slow. Kit would take his time undressing you, and the foreplay could last for hours. He would kiss you until your whole body was numb and buzzing, and he’d make you climax several times over before even thinking about his own needs. Tonight, however, was a one that came by rarely, and Kit was hastily fiddling with your shirt. And though those nights where the sex took place into my the sun came up were nothing short of amazing, nights like this were your favorite.

There was just something so angelic about a pussy-hungry Kit Walker. Doe eyes glazed over with lust, cheeks flushed as fingers tremble along your skin, and the pure heat that radiates off of his body. It was all present tonight, and his infamous, starving moans came into play as he finally pulled your blouse over your head, letting it meet its fate on the floor alongside green velvet.

“God, sweetheart,” he whispered, taking in the lacy, white bra you adorned, his hands burning your skin as it trailed up your side and cupped your left tit, kneading it between his calloused fingers, “you’re the only thing I want for Christmas — truly the best gift any man could ask for.”

His words alone made your heart flutter, a shiver sent up your spine as your cunt clenched around nothing while it weeped against your cotton panties. Melting between his fingertips, you moaned and finally looked back down to meet up with Kit’s gaze. One hand tightened on his brunette locks as you spoke, the other traveled down to ground yourself on his sweater clad chest, “then play with your gift, baby. Please, don’t keep me waiting any longer.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. In what felt like a matter of seconds, you were naked besides your underwear with your back now against the worn cushions of the couch. Kit hovered above you, still clothed. You felt as if he was devouring you with his eyes, and he was, taking in every inch of your glowing skin beneath the Christmas tree lights.

A hand met your cheek, hot to the touch just as anticipated. The other was on your hip, fingertips dipping beneath your panties, and you whimpered. Kit’s own noises filled the air, bouncing off of every branch of the tree, and dancing in your ears. Your own hands were playing with the bottom hem of his shirt, having fallen from their positions when you were guided down on your back.

“It’s not fair,” you whispered, a slight pout on your lips as Kit’s thumb caught the plumpness of it, running the rough pad around your mouth, “I’m naked, why aren’t you?”

He chuckled, watching the way you parted your lips with ease as he applied pressure to your bottom one and pulled. You moaned, squirming a bit beneath him to find any friction on your achy cunt to no avail. “Just admirin’ my gift, baby doll,” he murmured before letting go of your lip and gently pushing your hands away to lift up his shirt.

You couldn’t help the sound that crept its way up your throat at the sight of Kit’s bare torso. You’ve seen time and time again, but it never failed to completely knock the breath out of you. Chest sprinkled with just the tiniest amounts of hair and freckles, and tense abs that only tightened as you reached out to touch them. Your fingers slotted between the ridges, the touch lingered before drifting and working on the button of his pants. You couldn’t take the emptiness much longer.

He assisted you, and soon enough, you were both just in your underwear, nearly breathless and giggly. You shared a smile, one that Kit reflected before his lips crashed down onto yours in only the third kiss of the night, and his fingers pushed off your panties.

It took all your might not to follow after his lips as he pulled away, but you’re almost glad you didn’t, or else you wouldn’t be able to admire his next moves. Brows knit together, and his lips parted to release a moan, while his eyes were locked in on your cunt. “You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he murmured, and yeah, it was glistening with your slick in the twinkling light, and though he knew the answer, he asked, “is this all for me?”

Any words you want to say got stuck in your throat, only nodding as his fingers reached down and parted your folds. The filthy, wet noises of your cunt mixed with Kit’s heavenly moans while he admired what was waiting for him was almost too much in itself, your free hand gripping the plush throw pillow beside your head.

“Use your words, baby,” he insisted, and his touch left nearly as soon as it came, “is this all for me?”

“Yes!” you nearly croaked, voice raw as if you’ve been teased for hours, as you’ve already been fucked out, and it’s exactly what Kit had been waiting for, “it’s all for you, Kit Walker.”

He groaned at the use of his full name, and he pulled down his white briefs. Much like his chest, you’ve seen his cock time and time again, but it never failed to utterly amaze you. It’s a pretty cock with a flushed pink mushroom tip, a normal girth, but a length just tad longer than average. It takes all your strength to allow Kit to do whatever he wished in this moment rather than just wrap your lips around the swollen head. And you're glad you didn’t despite your near drooling, because Kit immediately gripped the base and brushed the tip along your folds.

Arching your back just a bit, you closed your eyes and moaned out his name, “Kit.” His precum mixed with your slick, and he admired just the moment of it all before dipping his tip inside, and you both let out a deep, nearly animalistic moan.

As he pushed in further, your hand slipped from the cushions to hold onto his shoulder, leaving little marks in the shapes of crescents against his skin. He stretched you perfectly, much like any other time, and you whimpered as he bottomed out, clenching around the thickness.

“I love you,” you whispered before he began to move, fluttering your eyes open, and taking in all of his beauty, “Merry Christmas, Kit.”

“Merry Christmas, my love,” he whispered back, and pulled back before pushing his way back in and moaning.

The gentle moment only lasted that, a moment, before Kit’s actions found themselves hasty once again, and he was finding a rhythm on your cunt. It was loving, but it was quick, and you knew your crescents would be little bruises in the morning with how tight you were gripping him.

There was a hand beside your face, holding onto the cushion while his other left your cheek. It dragged down your body, between the valley of your breast, over your stomach, and halted just above your cunt. His thumb dipped down, messily rubbing small circles on your clit in time with his thrusts, and you gasped, breaking the only sounds of moans and skin slapping together.

Kit groaned at the way your cunt fluttered around his cock — and if it was anyone, but him, they would’ve made fun of you for already being so close. You couldn’t help it, though. Kit simply just knew how to please you. He did stop the circling on that sensitive bundle of nerves, however, and it had you whining. He wanted this to last, at least for a few more moments.

His hips sped up a bit, and the noises he was making were the furthest things from God, filthy, but somehow still pure heaven to your ears. His breath was staggered, and maybe it was the pent up excitement, the heat of the moment, but Kit’s balls were tightening as they slapped against your bum, and he could tell his orgasm was just around the corner, too, despite how little time he was buried in your warmth.

You couldn’t complain, though, as Kit’s thumb messily toyed with your clit once again, so deep that you swear you felt him in your tummy. He was hitting the gushy, sensitive part inside of you with each thrust and you tightened around him, all, but screaming as your orgasm reigned closer and closer.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he insisted, and your eyes fluttered open as the pleasure took over, eyebrows knit as you stared up at your lover and came around his cock.

It truly hit you like a truck, the heat in the ears and twitch in your thighs increasing tenfold as your climax dragged out. Kit nursed you through it, slowing for just a moment when you noticeably grew closer to overstimulation. “Thank you,” you whispered after a moment of catching your breath, and only then did he speed back up to chase his own.

“Oh,” he moaned, and truly it was a sight to see, with his eyebrows knitted, eyes shut tight, lips parted. “Oh, shit, ‘m close, ‘m—!” his words were cut off by his orgasm, taking his words straight from his tongue as he came inside, coating your walls in thick, warm white.

Cheats heaved as you both attempted to catch your breath, and with a smile plastered in his lips, Kit lowered himself fully onto your chest. He was still deep inside, though now flaccid, and the closeness was a loving intoxication. Sweaty bodies, skin-to-skin, but it felt nice with him, and your fingers found their way back into his hair, tangled up in the sweaty brunette waves. “I really do love you, Kit Walker,” you broke the string of panting breaths and breathy giggles, and Kit looked up at you with a smirk.

“I love y’more, suga’,” he leaned up and pushed a sweet kiss to your lips and you squirmed as his cum began to drip from your cunt onto the cushions. He pulled away with a small chuckle, and you whined as he attempted to slip out from you. “What? You’re hopin’ for round two, hm, sweetheart?”

You nodded. And he smiled, pushing yet another kiss against your lips, hardening slowly within you, you tilted your head back to look at the lights and moaned. Merry Christmas to you.

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American Horror Story masterlist

Key:

Fluff: ♡ Angst: ♤ Smut: ♧ Headcanons: ◇ May contain triggering content: ☆

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Tate Langdon

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

Tate Langdon dating someone who's transmasc ◇

Nail Polish and Nirvana ♡

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Violet Harmon

Soft dom Violet Harmon ♧◇

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Billie Dean Howard

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Moira O'Hara

Duster Fuck ♧

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Kit Walker

Kit Walker dating someone who's transmasc ◇

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

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Lana Winters

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Cordelia Goode

Trans fem Cordelia Goode ◇

That a Girl ♧

Caught In the Act ♧

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Dirty A-Z headcanon game: B, D, L, P, Q, R, S, W, Y ♧◇

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Kyle Spencer

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

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Madison Montgomery

Picnic Baskets and Confessions of Love ♤♡

Dance With Me ♡

Madison Montgomery Fluff Alphabet ♡◇

Punishment and Bargaining ♧

Madison Montgomery nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Moral Of The Story ♤♡

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Jimmy Darling

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

You're Not A Freak, Doll ♤♡

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Bette and Dot Tattler

Baking With Bette and Dot ◇

Good Girls ♧

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Dandy Mott

Sub Dandy Mott ♧◇

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Maggie Esmeralda

Run Away With Me ♤♡

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James Patrick March

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

James Patrick March x reader with anger issues ◇

James Patrick March being nervous around the reader ◇

James Patrick March x deaf reader ◇

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Sally Mckenna

You Can't Leave Me ♤☆

Hypodermic Sally x reader who tries to leave her ♤◇☆

Sex With A Ghost ♧

Sally Mckenna x reader who's a songwriter ◇

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Dirty A-Z headcanon game: C, R ♧◇

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Liz Taylor

Liz Taylor and Tristan Duffy x reader who's a writer ◇

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Tristan Duffy

Liz Taylor and Tristan Duffy x reader who's a writer ◇

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Shelby Miller

Hot Tea and Rainstorms ♡

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Audrey Tindall

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Rory Monahan

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

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Kai Anderson

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

Whores Get Nothing ♧

Kidnapping Confessions ♤♧

Cuddling With Pre Cult Kai ◇

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Ally Mayfair-Richards

The Clown In The Kitchen ♤♡

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Winter Anderson

Winter Anderson fluff alphabet ♡◇

Winter Anderson nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Nighttime Terrors ♤♡

Dom Winter Anderson ♧◇

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Michael Langdon

Michael Langdon eras x reader with daddy issues ◇

Mornings With Michael ♡

Michael Langdon in a maid outfit ◇

Alphabet Boy ♤♡

Sucking on Michael Langdon's fingers ♧◇

Spanking Michael Langdon ♧◇

Happy Halloween ♧

Enemies With Benefits ♧

Murder House Michael Langdon being soft ♡◇

Calming Techniques ♤☆

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Wilhemina Venable

Dom Wilhemina ♧◇

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Jeff Pfister

Having an online relationship with Jeff Pfister ◇

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Brooke Thompson

Late Night Anxieties ♤♡

Date Officially Canceled (Brooke x Donna) ♧

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Montana Duke

Montana Duke when she gets jealous ◇

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Xavier Plympton

Sub Xavier Plympton ♧◇

Xavier Plympton being needy ♧◇

Big Trauma Can Come In Small Packages ♤♡

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Donna Chambers

Roller Rink Romance ♡

Date Officially Canceled (Brooke x Donna) ♧

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Margaret Booth

Sugar mommy Margaret Booth ♧◇

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Harry Gardner

Protein Shakes ♤♡

Poly! Harry Gardner x reader x Doris Gardner general relationship headcanons ◇

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Doris Gardner

Poly! Harry Gardner x reader x Doris Gardner general relationship headcanons ◇

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Austin Sommers

The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow ♤♡

Austin Sommers nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Crimson Sheets ♧

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Tuberculosis Karen

I Promise ♤☆

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

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Dr. Calico

Blue Moon Tears ♤♡

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Countess Elizabeth x fem reader (18+)

“You taste so good.”

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Your loud moans echoed throughout the hotel room. You could feel your body grow increasingly hot as Elizabeth sucked at the sweet spot just beneath your earlobe.

You didn’t know what was more crazier; the fact you who was always against leaving the club with a stranger did just that or the fact that this stranger already had you nearly melting just from her kisses and touch.

You could feel yourself get wetter when her fingers lifted under your shirt and moved lower down your body. Her cold rings that she wore sent shivers down your spine and you let out a little whimper of surprise when those rings were now inside your panties.

Elizabeth teasingly rubbed a finger against your sensitive clit right before she bit onto your neck roughly.

“Do you want me to make your cunt feel good?” She asked. Her breath was hot against your neck and you moaned out in response

“Please” you begged,arching your back forward to feel her hand closer to you. Elizabeth chuckled and moved her hand away for a slight second just so she could remove the fabric.

Without warning,she brought her fingers close to your mouth.

“Suck.”

You obliged and took her fingers into your mouth. You twirled your tongue around them and Elizabeth moaned. She pulled her fingers out and this time put them where you desperately needed them.

Her fingers stretched your pussy as she pumped them in and out. You could never remember a time you had gotten so wet just by being fingered. It had your mind spinning circles as she did so.

Elizabeth placed sloppy kisses on your neck before she slowly moved them down your body. She kissed your inner thighs and kept eye contact with you the whole time. Before long she began to kitten lick at your clit. She then wrapped her plump red lips around it,sucking on your clit as if her life depended on it.

Your legs began to violently shake as she continued to lick and suck at your clit. She then moved her tongue along your folds before replacing the fingers that were in you with her tongue.

You could hear your moans grow increasingly louder and you couldn’t help but to intertwine your fingers throughout her long bleach blonde hair.

Elizabeth could feel your walls tighten up around her fingers and she suddenly picked up her pace. You nearly screamed out as she got rougher. She hungrily sucked at your clit and hit the right spot with her fingers.

Soon the knot in your stomach unraveled. Your body shook as you screamed out. You could feel your cum begin to drip out of your hole and Liz happily licked it all up.

She popped her head up,whipping her mouth and grinning up at you mischievously as she did so.

“You taste so good.”

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[taintandviolent]

Leftovers. (Jimmy Darling x fem!Reader)

Summary: Your friend hosts little parties, and insists that you should take advantage of the real reason you all get together -- Jimmy Darling. You weren't interested in sharing, so you catch him on sales duty one hot weekend in July and take things into your own hands.

1.9k! warnings: smut!!! mentioned infidelity, oral sex/blowjobs (male receiving), oral fixation technically, food mention and uuhhh.. I think that's it!

Ao3 link here! 18+ below the cut!

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“He’s great…. They sure aren’t pretty to look at, but they feel so good! You ought to try it!”

“I picture them every time now!”

“He comes every Thursday, Y/N.” Becky shook the spoon aggressively, dropping a heavy scoop of ambrosia salad onto your plate. “He’s here for hours,” she tittered. “There’s so many of us girls who need… livening up. It’ll be such a shame when he leaves town…”

The prongs of your fork poked holes in the sticky, white collection of fruit, whipped cream, and marshmallows as you considered Becky’s statement. Livening up, you thought. What a concept. I don’t need livening up. I need a full-on revival.

“Y/N?”

“Huh!?” You blinked.

“Did you want to visit the Lobster Boy? We are paying him, after all.”

“Oh! No, that’s alright, Becky.” Your calves burned, aching to get up and run down that hall, but something didn’t quite sit right with you. Maybe it was the setting. Maybe it was that Becky was always first and last to see him, and the resentment that boiled deep within your core for everything she had was souring the experience. You weren’t going to beg for scraps like a raccoon in the yard. You scraped up a forkful of ambrosia, shoving it into your mouth.

He’s probably not even that handsome.

Exactly thirteen minutes later, you saw how very, very wrong you were.

He emerged from the warmly lit hallway, one glove tucked under his arm as he manoeuvred the other one on. He leaned his hips to the side, avoiding the back of the sofa, and paused to make eye contact with you. He seemed to consider your face, committing to memory the way his eyes swept over every feature; your eyes, your lips, the soft curve of your chin as it led into your jaw and down your neck…

“I didn’t see you back there, sweetheart.”

Your cheeks burned, almost matching the burgundy of his shirt. “Oh, no I… well, I’m here for… I was… I don’t have any tea at my house, and Becky always has the newest Tupperware. I’m…. It’s….”

His warm laugh interrupted your stammering, which you were glad for. “You ain’t makin’ any sense, but you’re pretty enough that I believe it.”

As he headed out the door, the entire living room was a choir of “Bye, Jimmy!”

You’d finally had enough. Enough of your bleak, pathetic encounters with your fiancé, staring lifelessly at the ceiling while he orgasmed too quickly, and always with his eyes closed. Your fiancé, who you were almost certain spent most of his late nights in the hands of the office's secretary Joanne. Your fiancé who, despite your ceaseless pleas, never wanted you to pleasure him.

That one encounter with Jimmy Darling, better known by his ‘freak’ name, Lobster Boy, had been enough to lead you directly into temptation. By the time you’d made it to that field on the outskirts of Jupiter, the air was thick and sweltering, and the back of your dress was already damp with sweat.

“Well, look who it is.” He shifted his weight, bringing the metal chair forward again. The boyish way he grinned up at you sent a stream of arousal coursing through your core. “You here for the show?”

With one finger, you slid two bills — both of them twenties — carefully towards him. With both hands now free, you pulled the nearly finished (and quickly melting) popsicle from your mouth, pointedly sweeping it back and forth over your plush bottom lip. Jimmy’s dark eyes followed as it left sticky, glistening trails that plagued his mind with thoughts he knew damn well he shouldn’t have been thinking. 

“Our show ain’t forty dollars, doll.” He cleared his throat, refocusing. “Ain’t even twenty.”

You flattened your tongue, sliding the popsicle along the length before answering in a whisper. “Good to know, but I’m here for you.”

Jimmy raised his brows, confused. Once you caught his gaze, you held onto it for dear life, deepening it, winding him as far as you could until the implications were plainly written out for him. He swallowed hard, and the wooden chair creaked in protest as he shifted again. You tossed the red-stained popsicle stick into the tall grass.

He looked behind him to the main tent, then back at you, leaning forward to speak in a whisper. “Listen babydoll, I don’t…. I don’t really do that. It can attract the wrong attention for the show.”

“Oh, please…” You drew your bottom lip underneath your top lip in a pout, pleading with your eyes. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since Thursday. I won’t say a thing, I swear.”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N…” you whispered.

Taking you by the wrist, he led you to the right of the main tent, around the back and through a small patch of the field where the grasses had been trodden down with continued visits. Clutching his hand firmly, you ducked around a dirty white canvas tent. There was something rigid inside because Jimmy leaned back against it before yanking you into his arms.

His hands slid up the back of your neck, sending a wave of shivering chills down your spine. The way he kissed you had you melting into him — his skin was warm and sun-kissed, and underneath the sweetness, he tasted faintly of liquor. He inhaled through his nose, and dropped his hands to your hips, gathering your dress up at the sides.

You pulled back, taking a few deep breaths. “Do you ever finish with them?”

He shook his head. “Nah, they ain’t there to get me off.”

“Well, I am….” As you sank to your knees, your hands trailed down the soft cotton of his shirt and came to rest on the hem of his pants. Jimmy’s brows knit together, and he placed his fist under your chin, urging it up.

“Now, hang on… you paid me forty bucks to get me off?”

You’d hoped this wouldn’t happen, though, underneath all the layers, you knew it would probably come up. Heaving a sigh, you gaze at the grass beneath your knees, focusing hard on all the little blades. Some were bright green while others had shrivelled up and died, having turned a depressing shade of brown.

“I…. I did. My husband, I just know he’s not being faithful, and…. He never lets me touch him. He doesn’t want anything to do with me. Unless it’s for a quick… y’know.”

Your confession was met with silence, but Jimmy’s hips pressed into the underside of your wrist.

“Baby… look at me.”

You lifted your eyes and met his.

“You’re too pretty to beg for a man’s attention… should be the other way around. In fact,” he growled. “I’m just about ready to start beggin’ for you, especially after that little popsicle stunt you did.”

A flustered gasp caught in your throat. “What? What did I do!?”

As he ran his thumb along your bottom lip, pressing heavily into it, Jimmy let out a chuckle. “Comin’ to the ticket booth with a popsicle in your mouth and nothin’ to catch the runoff. It’s the middle of summer… it’s hotter than a June bride in a feather bed. That thing was meltin’ all over you.”

“It’s hot…. You said it yourself. Can’t a lady enjoy a cool treat in the summertime?.”

He nodded slowly, sliding his thumb past your teeth and onto your tongue. “Sure, sure.”

Jimmy was a bright man, he knew as well you did that had been planned. He didn’t seem to mind, though. You closed your lips around his digit, sucking gently as you unbuckled his belt, sliding the strip of leather carefully through the loops. Now undone, the two triangles of fabric fell apart, revealing white cotton, which did little to hide the outline of his quickly hardening cock. You hummed in pleasure, reaching forward to stroke it. Jimmy bucked his hips into your hand, demanding more pressure.

The growing wet spot in the fabric delighted you, and you grazed your thumb over it repeatedly, pulling a melody of hisses and muffled moans from him. You looked up. His head was leaned against the tent, droplets of sweat descending from his hairline, ribboning their way down his neck.

You took hold of the elastic and yanked it down to free his cock. The veins were full, the tip flushed and wet. For once, you felt what it was to be wanted, to be craved. His arousal was in your hands… literally.

Making sure his briefs didn’t slide back up, you kept hold of them and gripped him with your right hand, smearing the pre-cum into your palm. Your hand slid up and down, slowly at first, before you opened your mouth, and took him in. 

Almost immediately, you felt his body tense up. His conjoined fingers curved around the back of your head, holding you tight to where you were. His lips parted, allowing a groan to vibrate his throat. “Oh my god, Y/N….”

You bobbed your head back and forth, pressing your tongue along his shaft as it slid in and out. His breaths quickened and deepened.

“Jimmy?! Jimmy, is that you?”

Gripping the base tightly, you pulled his cock from your lips, a string of pre-cum and saliva stretching out before it snapped against your chin. Taking care to remain silent, you swallowed down the sticky accumulation in your throat, then inhaled a quiet breath.

“Bette?” He exhaled, squeezing his eyes shut. The way his chest heaved, you could tell he was doing everything he could to keep his breathing steady. “Yeah! I’m just lookin’ for somethin’! I gotta fix somethin’ on my bike!”

“We can help you look! Can’t we, Dot?” Bette cooed, her sing-song voice begging more than asking.

“I’d rather not. His eyes work just fine…” Dot bit back.

“No! It’s alright, it’s uh… it’s a mess back here, I don’t want you beautiful girls hurtin' yourselves!”

You peered up at Jimmy with a smirk crossing your lips. The only sound was that of the muggy breeze as it rustled through the grass, but eventually, you heard the softer voice mutter words of defeat as the sound faded away.

You took Jimmy back into your mouth, sucking hungrily. Although the heavy hand of arousal was making it hard to think, you worked harder to commit all the details of this sensation to memory. You’d remind yourself of the pliable warmth of his skin and his tip, paired with the swollen density of his shaft, and while your husband let out ugly, piggish grunts, you’d remember the way Jimmy Darling moaned your name and exhaled the most erotic breaths you’d ever heard.

His hand made a fist in your hair as his hips started bucking speedily into you. You relaxed your throat, letting him hit the back of it as he saw fit. A hot viscid liquid filled your mouth in spurts, coating your throat as it slid down. Jimmy pumped every last bit, murmuring, and whispering broken praises as you swallowed. 

Carefully, you pulled him from your mouth and ran your ring finger up your chin, collecting a droplet. Jimmy finally returned from whatever nirvana you’d sent him to, and stuffed his spent erection back into his pants, before huffing out a satisfied breath. You watched, enchanted, as his fingers worked as well as they would if they were normal.

“You’re curious, aren’t you?” He asked suggestively, holding his hand up between your bodies. He brought the thick segments together in a pinching motion, watching as your eyes danced over every inch. “C’mooon… you wanna’ know what these fingers feel like. The way you’re lookin’ at ‘em…”

“Maybe next time, Jimmy Darling. Maybe next time.”

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⋆♱ AHS ♱⋆

navigation

🕷️fluff | 🕸️angst | 🐈‍⬛suggestive | 🪦platonic

⋆♱ MURDER HOUSE ♱⋆

⋆♱ Tate Langdon ♱⋆

🕷️ • meeting him in the murder house | gn!reader • part two

headcanons

⋆♱ Violet Harmon ♱⋆

🕷️ • being her best friend | headcanons | x gn!reader

⋆♱ ASYLUM ♱⋆

⋆♱ Kit Walker ♱⋆

🕷️ • the first step | x fem!reader

🕸️ • it’s okay to cry | x gn!reader

🕷️ • 🕸️ • home | x gn!reader

⋆♱ COVEN ♱⋆

⋆♱ Kyle Spencer ♱⋆

🕷️ • party party | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Misty Day ♱⋆

🕷️ • listening to fleetwood mac with her | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Nan ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Queenie ♱⋆

🕷️ • being her best friend | headcanons | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Zoe Benson ♱⋆

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⋆♱ FREAKSHOW ♱⋆

⋆♱ Dandy Mott ♱⋆

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⋆♱ Jimmy Darling ♱⋆

🕷️ • defending him | x gn!reader

⋆♱ HOTEL ♱⋆

⋆♱ James Patrick March ♱⋆

🕷️ • buying him a dog | headcanons | x reader

⋆♱ Tristan Duffy ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ CULT ♱⋆

⋆♱ Ally Mayfair-Richards ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Beverly Hope ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Kai Anderson ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ APOCALYPSE ♱⋆

⋆♱ Cordelia Goode ♱⋆

🕸️ • as i watch you die | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Michael Langdon ♱⋆

🕸️ • qui totum vult totum perdit | x gn!reader

🕷️ • halloween party | x gn!reader

🕷️ • trick or treating | x gn!reader

🕷️ • bonfire night | x gn!reader

🕷️ • 5th of November | x gn!reader

🕷️ • new years | x gn!reader

🕷️ • valentines together | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Mr Gallant ♱⋆

🕷️ • being his best friend | headcanons | x gn!reader

⋆♱ 1984 ♱⋆

⋆♱ Bobby Richter ♱⋆

🕷️ • 🕸️ • 🪦 • finally | x sibling!reader

⋆♱ Xavier Plympton ♱⋆

🕷️ • i cared too much that it killed me | x gn!reader

⋆♱ DOUBLE FEATURE ♱⋆

⋆♱ Austin Sommers ♱⋆

🕷️ • 🕸️ • saving you from the pale people | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Harry Gardner ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ TB Karen ♱⋆

🕷️ • inspiration | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Valiant Thor ♱⋆

nothing yet

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