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evan4ever · 9 months

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could you write some smut ab evan being jealous?

I Don’t Share

Evan Peters

TW smut smut smut. Pretty dirty. 18+

Let’s just pretend I didn’t just take a 4 month hiatus 🫣. Anyways😅 enjoy! Didn’t proofread btw!

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“Are you always this funny?!” Finn (Wittrock) laughed along side of you, his hands on either side of his head as if you blew his mind. Your own loud laughter filled the dressing room, your head nodding to his question in confidence.

“I…” you start, struggling to catch your breath, “I am, in fact. I find myself to be quite the comedian!” Your laughter simmers to a quieter giggle, your eyes still looking at him confidently. He nods along, agreeing with your statement.

“I believe it! I can’t believe I haven’t sat and visited with you like this before. You really help lighten the mood and take some pressure off.” You smile at his light praise, not thinking anymore into it other than a new friend who happened to find you as funny as you like to think yourself to be.

“I try to stand back and not get in the way. I really enjoy watching Evan in his element. Meeting all of you happens to be a great plus.” You shrug lightly, nonchalantly.

“You’re something else. God, a mood, really! I’m glad I had the chance to finally have a real conversation to you. And not disappointed in the least!” He nudges your arm lightly with his as another string of giggles leaves both of your mouthes.

“I’m glad I could be at your service!” You joke, lifting your chin proudly.

As your conversation with Finn continues over the next hour, Evan frowns in the middle of his scene once again, overhearing it from the distance, causing the scene to be cut.

“Peters?!” The director yells in question. “The hell is your problem? Stay in character, this is the FOURTH time we’ve had to cut a scene for godsake!” Everyone glanced at Evan curiously, though he just lets out a deep breath and nods. “Right. Let’s take a break people!”

Everyone begins filing out for their short break. Even stands watching everyone while his ears zone in on the sounds of yours and Finn’s laughter still filling the whole building. He has no reason to be jealous, he wholeheartedly trusts you, but that pit of burning rage in his stomach can’t be helped. Usually, you’re out here, watching him, laughing with him. Usually, he gets to admire the beautiful sound of your giggles and the stunning sight of your smile. But today, you’re out of his sight, laughing with someone else, someone else admiring you the way he does. And it just doesn’t help that it’s a great coworker of his.

Finally, Evan peels himself from his spot in the middle of the set up and makes his way to the dressing room. The laughter between you and Finn loudens and the jealousy within Evan grows.

Before he marches into the dressing room, Evan manages to stop himself at the door and gather himself enough to make it less noticeable that he’s jealous. He clears his throat and knocks at the door before opening and walking in. Unfortunately, the sigh of you on the couch with Finn next to you, practically on and drooling over you, only furthers his jealously.

“Hey babe!” You grin at Evan, whose eyes are only on Finn. He quickly shoots you a smile before dropping it and clearing his throat, again.

“Hey, y/n, can I steal you for a minute? Got something to show you.” His smiles lessens to a tight lipped grin, and you quickly realize something is off with him. Your once giggling self now serious. You nod to Evan before looking over to Finn who gives you a knowing smile and nod.

Pushing yourself from the couch, you make your way to Evan who guides you past him and out the door, closing it behind him.

“Is everything oka-“

Your quickly cut off by Evan pulling you into a dark room, shutting the door and locking the two of you inside.

You stand in the middle of the small room, the smell of bleach and other cleaning products suggesting it’s the janitors closet, staring at Evan with confusion, what you can see of him on the dark anyways.

“What is up with you?” Your demeanor changes as you cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side with an annoyed look on your face.

All you can make out of him is his body standing before you, still. Until his arms moves behind his head and the sound of scratching suggests he is, awkwardly, itching the back oh his head.

“Evan, seriously, what’s your-“

“Finn.” He interrupts you. You raise your eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate.

“What about Finn-“

“He was flirting with you!” Evan barks loudly. Taken back, you drop your arms to your side and squint at him trying to see him better but to no avail.

“Jesus, is there not a light in here?!” You huff, turning and moving your hands all over the wall feeling for a light switch. You weren’t trying to divert the statement, but you just didn’t realize that’s what was happening, if it really was.

Through your quick hand movements against the wall, you suddenly feel Evans body move closer to yours, till he was practically against you. Your hands again drop to their sides as you stare into the darkness where Evan is. You can feel the tension, so thick you could cut it with a knife, but fuck was it turning you on. You could hear his deep breaths mixed with yours, feel the heat radiating from his body onto yours, you wanted nothing more than to fall into his lips but it was like you were paralyzed, wondering what was going through his mind.

Your body jolts slightly in surprise as the light suddenly turns on, looking above you and seeing Evans hand releasing the long beaded rope to the single lightbulb on the ceiling. A half chuckle escapes from your lips nervously as you look back to Evan, his dark eyes already peering into you, making the wind feel as if it’s knocked from your lungs.

Not often do you see this side of Evan. He’s a kind, gentle man. Even in bed. If you want it rough, you have to practically beg him because he just isn’t. It isn’t in him, despite what’s seen on TV. He’s an actor, after all. So to see him now, looking so dark and almost cold — it’s different. But damn, does it turn you on like nothing else.

You clear your throat as you attempt to stare him back down, but failing miserably.

“I didn’t know he was flirting with me, Evan.” You glance back to his unfaltering stare before looking away. “Really. He sat down and we just started visiting. I cracked a few jokes because the entire cast seemed on edge. It lightened the mood. That’s all it was to me. If it was more to him, I had no idea.” You explain in all honesty. It was a good time laughing with Finn, but you never looked at it more than a friend and a friend having a good time with a few good laughs.

But Evan didn’t find it funny. And he knows your part is truth, but it doesn’t stop the jealousy on the other end.

You are his, and his only.

After a few more awkward seconds of silence, you groan, shifting from one foot to the other. “Evan, seriously!” You whisper/yell, now finally looking into his eyes as he was yours, but within the second, Evan had you pinned against the closet wall. It had taken you by surprise, a breath drawn in and being held as you piece together what had just happened.

His face was so close to yours now, and all you could do was stare at his perfect, pink lips.

“I don’t share.” Your eyes flicker up to his in surprise at his words. Your lips part to say something but before you had a chance, his own lips crash onto them in a deep, passionate, open-mouthed kiss.

You melt into him, his arms holding you up by your waist now, until you find the strength to slide your arms up his biceps and onto either side of his face pulling him to you more if it were even possible. He allows you to hold onto him, pull on him, whatever it was you wanted to do he’d let you, because he was just as much yours as you were his.

Finally pulling away for some air, he looks back down at you noticing your now perfectly swollen pink lips, a half smile appearing on his own with pride. “I don’t share.” He repeats.

You gaze up at him in awe, a complete desperate mess against his body.

You nod slowly. “I don’t want you to.”

Evan let’s out a deep throaty sigh, quickly grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulling it up with your sports bra, your arms raising to allow them to slide off you with ease, his hands immediately returning to your waist and gripping it so tightly it almost hurt, and pulling you back into a kiss.

Your hands quickly slide down his body and find the buttons of his jeans, fumbling with in an attempt to get them off him. His hands meet yours as he helps in undoing them and pulling them down enough to give him some freedom before moving to your athletic leggings. His fingers hoop underneath and slide them down your legs, wriggling yourself out of them as well and leaving you bare.

Without hesitation, Evans hand scoop you up from under your thighs and rest you against his waist, the wall helping hold you as well as your legs that wrap around him. His lips quickly meet your neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down to your collar bone.

“I would’ve liked your shirt off..” you hum, your head falling against the wall as you take pleasure in the feeling his lips have against your cold skin. You hear a chuckle from him, smiling slightly at knowing he was feeling less tense about the situation.

Evans head lifts and his eyes meet yours again. He takes a moment to gaze at you, taking in your beauty and rejoicing in the feeling of knowing you felt the same, regardless of the jealousy he had previously endured. His hands lifts from your waist and soothes some stray hairs that had fallen onto your face back before letting it rest gently against your head.

“I love you.” He hums, his thumb caressing over your cheek one onto your temple. You breathe in, enjoying this moment while it lasts, before pulling his face back to yours into soft kiss.

But as quick as the moment came, it went, feeling the kiss deepen into more passion and hunger for each other. Evans hands find your own that we’re holding his face, taking them in his and guiding them against the wall. He slides them up until they’re completely above you both, taking them into one of his hands easily and pressing them hard against it now so you had no chance of moving them.

He parts from you just enough to see what he was doing, your eyes watching his every move carefully and excitedly. He grabs ahold of his erection that had been pressing against your thigh this entire time and strokes it, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling and only turning you on further. It almost hurt how badly your pussy was aching to feel him inside of you.

He finally guides his dick to your entrance, lining it up perfectly and allowing himself to slide into it with ease. Your mouth parts as you moan in unison with him, your head falling back against the wall.

“Fuck…” he hums, “you’re so wet. All for me?” He glances up at you, still in excitement, and you nod quickly, almost aggressively, just ready for him to fuck you.

“Yes, yes” you whimper, attempting to rock your hips for some kind of friction to ease the ache that was still there. “Fuck, please Evan..” you open your eyes and meet his with a desperate pout. Evan grins, his eyebrows raising playfully.

“Please, what?”

You groan quietly. It’s so rare that he makes you beg for him to fuck you, but it was so goddamn hot when he does.

“Please.. please fuck me.” You beg, squeezing your eyes shut as your hips continue their attempt to rock against him for some relief.

“Tell me your mine.” He demands as he pulls out slightly. “Tell me how you only want me to fuck you, that you want Finn to watch so he knows you belong to me.” He’s now almost pulled from you completely, leaving behind a worsening ache and throb in your pussy.

“Fuck Evan! I’m yours! I’m only yours” you take a deep breath trying to control your uneven breathing and trembling, “I want Finn to watch you fuck me so good that he never wants to look at me again” you whine, fulfilling his wishes. You gasp loudly as he thrusts back into you hard, pulling out immediately after.

“Keep going.”

You meet his eyes, surprised with the complete dominance he’s taken right now. And you were happily going to oblige.

“I want Finn to see your cock fucking my dripping cunt so he knows just how wet you make me..” Evan slams himself back into you causing another moan to escape, “I want him to know just how good you make me feel, I want him to know that no one else can fuck me like you do.”

Evan repeats his thrust into you, speeding up with every word that leaves your tongue. His grip on your wrists tighten so much that it’s sure to leave a few marks, but the pain is nonexistent as you disappear into the complete ecstasy feeling that overtakes your body.

“Fuck, yes… I want Finn to watch you make me cum all over your dick.” You moan out, the sound of his hips slapping into yours so loud that surely, everyone has to hear it.

Your legs wrap around his waist tighter as his thrusts grow faster and sloppier. His head falls against your chest, his free hand gripping your waist tightly to keep you in place.

“He’ll know only i can fuck you like this..” Evan repeats your words in a deep groan, his teeth taking your delicate skin on your chest between them and nibbling hard, until a dark purple mark is left. “Only I can mark you when and we’re I want.” He moans, kissing the bruise and resting his forehead against you.

“Fuck yes, don’t stop fucking me Evan” you whimper, your fingers attempting to grip onto his that are still holding them. “I want you to make me cum so good that he can hear it from in here.” You beg.

He grins against your skin, releasing your waist and letting his hand find its way between your bodies until it stops on your clit. He quickly starts circling it with his thumb, your mouth parting in a gasp and your body jolting at the new overpowering sensation.

“Oh right there, yes Evan, fuck!” You whimper put more moans, Evan moaning at the beautiful sounds you make and speeding both his thrusts and his thumb up to help you reach your high. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum” you nod to him as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten more and more with every move he makes.

With one final hard thrust, you crumble into him as your orgasm takes over your body, a long string of moans filling the small closet as your high makes Evan reach his, pulling out and stroking his dick to ride his out, his thumb working on your clit to ride yours out.

As your moans quiet, your legs shake as they attempt to keep themselves wrapped around his waist. Evan slowly releases your wrists from above your head and carefully helps you stand, his hands holding your waist again for support as you catch your breath. You lean yourself back into the wall, lazily smiling up at him as you watch him tuck himself back into his boxers and jeans.

He glanced at you as you watch him on awe and shoots you a nearly embarrassed smile before reaching down for your clothing. He hands your shirt and bra to you before bending down and opening one pant leg and letting you hold onto him as you slip your foot into it, then he opens the other pant leg and slides them up onto your waist. You take a moment to put your shirt on, then lean back into the wall as you stare at each other.

“I’m not sure where that came from..”

“It was hot.” You cut him off. He blinks a few times, his cheeks reddening before pulling you to him into a hug. Your arms wrap around him gently but tightly.

“You never have to worry where my head or heart is at Evan,” you reassure him, feeling him nod into the crook of your neck. “There is not one person on this planet that could ever make me want to give you up. You’re all I could ever want.”

You hear him sigh, feeling his body relax more into your hold.

You hug each other for a few more minutes before finally pulling away, meeting the others eyes.

Evan clears his throat and looks around the room. “Um, I’m pretty sure the whole studio heard us so… sorry for what’s to come when he walk out.”

You press your lips together tightly trying to hide the embarrassed smile, but nod firmly and take ahold of his hand in yours.

“We walk out confidently.” You state, glancing up at him as he tries to stifle the laugh, only making you giggle with him.

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calummss · 6 months

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Kai Anderson Headcanon: being his girlfriend ‘sent by god’ and slowly manipulating him

masterlist

you joined the cult shortly after you met kai at a coffee shop

he came to you hoping he could pitch his ideas to help him be elected

he was instantly attracted to you and didn’t feel the normal kind of resentment he had for women

you gave him your phone number and went on a few dates before kai opened up to you about starting a cult (very indirectly but you caught on)

you were fascinated by this and asked him to show you (stroked his ego real good)

you saw the meetings and kai even got you a custom clown costume you could wear to watch the killings

when you witnessed your first murder and told him it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, kai could’ve gotten down on one knee that second

proposing to you in a clown costume, covered in blood with a dead body next to you? you couldn’t have been more perfect to him

so when you officially join the ‘cult’ you realised that in order to further gain kai’s trust, you had to earn it. do something really fucked up as you saw him kill immediate members that had been with him for a long time

so you started to brief him on stuff he should do in order to get elected; lied about gary being a spy and pretend to drink a small dose of cyanide to prove your loyalty to him (it was baby power) not tasty but it worked

kai once again stared at you with heart eyes

winter could tell what you were doing but it didn’t matter anymore

you blindsided kai to the point you could make any claim and he’d believe you; you could tell him to kill x person and he would. bc you would’ve died for him

he thinks it was the greatest act of loyalty he’s ever been shown

slowly you start to lead the cult through your puppet, kai. he’s unaware of it like a cute dog

but some can sense it. but they don’t get far cause you have them killed

kai treats you like royaly and every every birthday he kills the amount of the people that age you turn. reminding you of when you first fell in love

and when kai shaved his head he looked sexier than ever. you give him head, fuck him in every corner of the house and provide evidence for a bug device. manipulation through sex—a womens best weapon

all in all kai worships you, not realising what’s happening bc his delusions comfort him by saying that you were sent by god himself

bonus: he loves fucking you with you on top. it reinforces the sent-by-god belief when he looks up at you. bouncing on his cock. he could literally just think about it and come

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kaiscumsock · 7 months

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god i love tate langdon season 🖤

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evanpeterswhoresblog · 10 months

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I love your fics omg you're so talented

Can you make an adult world fic? Alex obviously. Like reader is working with him and Alex keeps pushing vibrators on her skin and laughing n stuff. Then she's sick of his shit right so then she goes to the back and does her thing out there but Alex keeps teasing her and he goes out back with her and he starts to like rub himself on her and put her hand on his boner. Stuff like that. Kinda non con but the reader likes it she just doesn't want to admit it.

Can you make Alex make the reader give him head too? If it's too much just do the teasing. Luv u <3

i tried my best to make this fit your request i hope i did alright, i’ve never really written anything non con i don’t even know if this fits as the category lol but either way hope you enjoy :)

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The Late Shift

Alex (Adult World) x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, slight non con, oral male receiving, sex toys (not used for sex tho), pretty rough sex tbh, lmk what else if i missed any

summary: as you and alex are doing your last work for the night, things take a different turn than what you expected…

word count: 2.2k

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You’ve never been big on sex. You like it of course. But you’ve never been one to experiment with sex toys or watch a ton of porn. So how you ended up working for a sex shop is a mystery. You were desperate for a job, and Adult World happened to be the closest, easiest place hiring. It’s been an easy job, for the most part. Except for one thing.

Your manager.

Alex is a good person, he’s funny, kind, and when you’re confused on anything he’s a great help. The only issue is how fucking attracted you are to him. You swear he’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. His dark curly hair, dark mysterious eyes, he’s perfect. You’ve never wanted a guy more than you want Alex. It makes working with him hard, but so far, you’ve managed. Barely.

Right now, the two of you are unpacking new sex toys for the store. You talk casually, but you focus more of your attention on the crazy shapes and sizes these dildos are. Alex must notice your surprise.

“Would you ever use one of these?” He asks, holding up a glass dildo with patterns on it.

You chuckle. “I think that thing would tear me apart.”

“I’ve seen girls stick way crazier things up their pussy’s, like food and shit,” Alex replies with a laugh.

“So that’s what you jerk off to? Good to know,” you tease.

“Yeah, I bet you wanted to know. Just so you know, ff I go searching tomorrow night and find a video of you sticking a cucumber up your pussy, I’ll cum so hard.”

You feel your cheeks go red at his comment but keep your composer. Sometimes Alex says things that make you a little uncomfortable, but you know it’s all jokes so you don’t care too much. Plus, it gives you hope that maybe he has the same feelings for you.

“Hey y/n, get a look at this,” Alex says.

Before you can look you feel the vibrations on your skin. You flinch and push Alex’s hand away, but he keeps putting the vibrator on you. He’s laughing, you’re not. You don’t find his distractions entertaining right now. After a few seconds of this you slap the vibrator out of his hand and glare at him.

“Stop Alex, I’m trying to work,” you snap. He keeps laughing and with each second that passes you become more annoyed.

“It’s just a joke calm your tits. I’m the manager dude it’s not like we’re gonna get in trouble for talking,” he replies.

You huff. “Just, stop okay.”

“How about you stop being such a buzz kill,” he mumbles under his breath.

You ignore his comment and continue to unpack. Things are calm for a few minutes, before Alex gets his hands on another vibrator. He presses it against your cheek this time. You immediately slap his hand away again, but this time you stand up and try your hardest not to lose your cool. He looks up at you, about to speak, but you cut him off before he can.

“I’m gonna take this box out to the garbage,” you say, picking up an empty box that once contained a number of dildos and walking to the back door without listening to his reply.

You wonder why he’s being so difficult tonight. He typically talks a lot during your shifts together, but this is different. Usually, his jokes and comments aren’t too bad, why’s tonight different? You get to the back of the store quick and stuff the box into the dumpster. When that’s done you lean back on the brick wall, a sigh escapes your lips at the silence, it’s nice not hearing Alex’s voice. You grab your phone out of your pocket and start to text your friends back.

Sadly, your peace is interrupted after only five minutes. Alex calls your name from the door, telling you to come back in and help him finish before you guys have to close up. You silently curse but follow his instructions. You feel a bit bad; you know he’s not trying to make you upset, but he just is. You promise yourself you’ll try your hardest to tolerate him, after all you only have an hour left till the store closes. You can suck it up.

You’re walking down one of the aisles when Alex appears in front of you. You give him a small smile. You feel worse looking at his innocent face. Maybe you were overreacting.

“Sorry for walking out, I’m just tired and I want to go home,” you apologize.

“I get it, I’m sorry if I was being annoying, I really like making you laugh. Sometimes I try too hard,” he replies with a small laugh.

You smile. “That’s sweet.”

“You think so?”

You begin to walk toward him, toward the last unopened boxes. “Of course, I’m very flattered you enjoy my laughter. But anyway, how about we speed through the last of the boxes and go home early? You think they’ll notice?”

“Probably not,” he answers.

You’re close enough to him that you expect him to move aside so you can go to the unfinished work, but he doesn’t. Instead of moving he simply stares down at you, a strange look in his eyes. You know that look, you’ve looked at him like that. He wants you. If it were any other day, you’d be ecstatic. But right now, all you want to do is finish the tasks and go home. You look around him, trying to signal that you want him to move. He doesn’t.

“So, let's get this shit over with,” you say, clear as day about what you want.

He still doesn’t move. “You know y/n, you’re more fun when you aren’t taking this job seriously.” He steps closer to you, only a foot now separating the two of you. “I want that version of you right now.”

You laugh awkwardly. “Come on Alex, I just want to go home.”

“I’ll be quick, but I assumed you wanted something that would last longer.”

He puts his hands on your shoulders and backs you up against a shelf. Your heart rate quickens, is this real? You stare into his eyes, a confused expression on your face. You’ve had dreams of this happening, but in all of them you wanted it, right now you don’t exactly want it.

“Alex...” you say. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t play coy, I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know you want this too,” he answers, his lips curling up into a devilish smirk. He presses his body against you and you feel how hard he is, it makes you gasp. “I want it really bad.”

You don’t know what to say. Part of you wants to push him off you and run out of the store, but another part of you wants to see where this goes. You feel him start to rub himself against your leg, it makes you feel paralyzed. He’s too strong to push away, you think. It would be useless to try. So, you realize your fate lies with what Alex chooses to do.

He leans his head down, softly pressing his lips against yours. You can’t deny how long you’ve wanted this to happen. You just wish it wasn’t happening right this second. Nevertheless, you kiss him back, your mind adjusting to the knowledge that this is going to happen. You let him grope your breasts, squeezing and massaging them through your shirt. You even let him scoop you up in his arms and carry you to one of the desks in the back office. Though, you didn’t have much of a choice to start with.

He lays you down on a desk, his lips moving feverishly with yours. You can’t keep it together. His lips are moving so aggressively, they’re so soft. He bites down on your bottom lip and you groan into his mouth, the pain making that feeling between your thighs grow. He pulls his lips away and starts to kiss down your neck, leaving hickeys behind as he takes your delicate skin into his mouth. You throw your head back and moan, he pushes your knees apart and fills the space with his body.

“Alex... are there any cameras back here?” You ask, your breath ragged as he sucks a spot near your collar bone.

“Course not,” he answers in a hushed tone.

“Are you sure we should be doing this? What if someone comes in?” You’re second guessing this, maybe you should’ve protested more. The last thing you want is to have a customer come in and catch this.

“Just be quiet y/n it’s fine,” he responds.

You’re about to speak again, but that’s when he starts to rub one of his hands up your thigh and right between your thighs. You moan again as he starts to rub you through your pants. He knows exactly what he’s doing and it makes you feel like your body is floating.

He trails his kisses back up your neck until he catches your lips again. You kiss him hard, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. You buck your hips; you need more pressure. Alex understands this and presses his fingers harder on your jeans right over your clit. You’re so wet, you need him. You’ve never felt such desire for another human being.

“I want you to do something for me,” Alex says against your lips.

“Anything,” you reply without thinking, you’re too wrapped up on how good he’s rubbing you.

He pulls back and you open your eyes, he’s unbuckling his belt. You sit up on your elbows and watch as he pulls down his jeans, his hard cock very noticeable. He grabs your hands and pulls you forward till you’re off the desk. You’re confused until he pushes you down onto your knees, his crotch right in front of your face. You look up at him, he brushed a hand though your hair.

You don’t really want to suck his dick, but you’re too afraid of him forcing you that you don’t object. Instead, you pull him boxers down and stoke him gently. He sighs in pleasure and continues to brush his fingers through your hair. You don’t waste any more time. You start by slowly swirling your tongue around his tip, enjoying the way he whispers your name. After that, you lick down his shaft, you don’t like when dicks are dry down your throat.

Soon enough you’re deepthroating him, practically gagging on his dick. He’s a moaning mess, both his hands tangled in your hair. You don’t mind it as much as earlier. You even enjoy certain parts. Like how when you move your tongue as you suck, he’ll praise you, or how when you tighten your lips around him, he groans. With each sound that leaves him your panties become more and more wet.

When he’s close to cumming he pushes you off him, telling you to take your clothes off and lay back down on the desk. You do exactly as he says and before long, he’s back between your thighs, leaving wet kisses all over your body. You can’t handle how much you need him. The heart beat between your legs is all you can think of, and when he brushes his tip between your soaked folds you almost moan.

You grip his shoulders, your eyes locked on his. “Alex just fuck me already.”

“Someone’s needy,” he mumbled, his tone sending tingles throughout your body. He positions his tip at your entrance and leans down to connect your lips. “But your wish is my command.”

With that, he begins to fuck you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your nails digging into his shoulders. He thrusts at a pace that makes your toes curl. It’s so hard, so deep, so perfect. The desk rocks so hard you think the legs might break. You don’t even care. All you care about is that Alex doesn’t stop, not for anything.

He does though, but for a good reason. He pulls out of you and before you can even question it, he grabs you, flips you, and bends you over the edge of the desk. He resumes his thrusts, and you can’t help but moan loud enough that anyone in the store would be able to hear. You almost scream when he grabs your hips and pulls you back, his dick hitting right on your cervix over and over again. It’s almost too much for you to take.

He leans down after a few minutes and whispers in your ear, “You feel so fucking good y/n, it’s so hard not to cum.”

“Alex,” you moan.

“Are you close baby?” He breathes.

“Yes, please keep going,” you answer.

In minutes you cum so hard you swear you see stars. You moan Alex’s name so loud you’re sure everyone in the building next door can hear you. It’s the best feeling of your life. Your legs give out, Alex has to hold you up. Your nails dig into the desk, your whole face turns red, and you feel those orgasmic pulses throughout your entire body. He cums soon after you, pulling out and spilling his seed onto your back. You’re grateful, you forgot to tell him you weren’t on the pill.

“Well,” he says as you’re both still trying to catch your breath. “That was definitely better than unpacking those boxes.”

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my-own-walker · 10 months

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requesting kit with younger reader, where he picks her up from college and takes her for a milkshake but then they have sex in his car and after he has to drop her down the street because her parents don’t approve of him

Oh! You Pretty Things

note: this is cuteeeeee. thanks for the spicy kit request. i was getting bored of writing inside-the-asylum kit hehe

warnings: sm*t, p in v, oral m receiving, teasing, cursing, kinda overstim, not really tho

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The second hand moved so slowly on the clock, I thought it might be broken. Class always went slower when I knew I’d be seeing Kit afterward. Thursdays were our day.

My parents didn’t know. They hated the idea of me being distracted from my studies by some silly boy. I was, in fact, sticking my neck out by going to college as a woman, so I had to succeed. But, the new decade called for liberation for us women. I was proving a point by being able to date and do well in school.

I digress. I met Kit after my father's car got a flat. He showed up in his tow truck to save the day.

'Scummy, those mechanics,' my father quipped as we drove away.

I walked to the gas station Kit said he worked at the next day, set on getting him to ask me on a date.

We'd been secretly meeting up for dates ever since. He'd come to pick me up after my last class of the day every Thursday and take me out somewhere. I could, at times, sneak away to see Kit on other days of the week, but Thursdays were a set date. My mother and father had no idea. They thought I would stay late to study.

In my daydreaming daze, I almost didn't notice my classmates getting up to leave. I gathered my things hastily and rushed out of the room and into the bright daylight of the afternoon. The sun's light on the pavement was nearly blinding. I shaded my eyes with my hand as I walked to the curb, looking desperately for Kit's car.

Within seconds, his shiny black car came slowly up to the side of the street.

'Hey, pretty thing! You goin' my way, doll?' he called out of his window, acting as if he were a creepy stranger. I giggled and got into the passenger's side.

'You have no idea how nice it feels to do this,' I sighed, kicking my shoes off as Kit drove off.

'Rough day, beautiful?' He wore his work uniform. Some jeans, a white undershirt, and his button-up with his name on it. His hair was perfectly tousled, and the shirt was unbuttoned so that part of the white undergarment was showing. He looked soft and warm, and his smile lit up his eyes.

'Just a very long one, and I'm starving.'' I said, drawing out the word 'very.' I flipped down the visor and slid open the mirror, smoothing my hair and fixing the line of my lipstick while regarding my reflection. I pulled the tube of peach lipstick out of my bag and touched up my pout, making faces at myself all the while.

'Havin' fun over there?' Kit laughed.

'I'm beginning to think this shade is old hat,' I sighed. 'Maybe I should try red like Marilyn.'

'I don't care what color they are so long as I get to kiss 'em,' he smirked, taking one hand off the steering wheel and placing it on my upper thigh. I didn't even notice how far my dress had ridden up my leg since getting in the car.

I blushed and giggled, tucking the front pieces of my hair behind my ears. I will admit, I was still in the lavender haze with him.

He pulled into the parking lot of the small roadside diner in our town. It was quaint, tucked away in some trees, filled with truckers from out-of-state and old ladies meeting for lunch. It was a stone's throw from Kit's job, and the perfect place to hide away. Somewhere neither of my parents would dare go.

We sat at the tall counter in the center of the place. This was part of our little Thursday routine. I would always come out of class absolutely ravenous. We'd pick far-away or unknown places to eat before truly spending time together.

'You want somethin', my pretty thing?' Kit asked as the waitress stood in front of us.

'Honestly, a milkshake would be a gas,' I smiled up at the waitress. 'Strawberry.'

'That's all you want?' Kit asked as she walked away. 'Are you sure?'

'Yeah, Kit, I'm alright,' I replied, feeling around in my bag for a light for my cigarette. 'Shit, I must have dropped my lighter somewhere. It's not here.'

'Don’t worry doll, I got you,' he drawled, flicking his own open and holding it under the cigarette clenched in my teeth. I took a long drag and exhaled. The waitress returned and placed my drink in front of me, and Kit's meal in front of him.

I looked over at Kit and caught him taking me in. He looked me up and down and chuckled softly.

'My, you are a dream,' he cooed, placing a hand on my chin to bring me in for a kiss. I went in for a peck and was alarmed to find that Kit wanted more.

'Baby, not here,' I said through gritted teeth, pulling away quickly. I looked around to make sure no one saw. 'You're an animal.' I laughed and he returned the smile.

'I just can't control myself around you, pretty.'

'Well then hurry up and finish your food so we can peel out,' I giggled, pushing his shoulder playfully.

There was an old abandoned schoolhouse in town 5 minutes away from my house. Kit and I would find ourselves in the back parking lot frequently. Tucked away from the public eye in his car.

As soon as Kit parked the car, he dragged me into the back seat with him. We made out furiously, like two caged animals that were finally set free. It was a small space, but we sure made it work.

I took over, immediately pushing Kit's back up against the door, placing my hands on his chest to hold him down. His white undershirt was soft against my palms. I could feel his heart pounding furiously beneath my fingertips. A pace that signaled to me just how much he wanted this.

We kissed for only a short time before clothes started getting removed. First, I aided him in removing his work shirt. Then, I worked to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. He slid them off quickly. I took that time to remove my panties, throwing them hastily to the front seat.

His erection was noticeable through his white briefs. My hand immediately reached to touch it, only for it to be held back.

'Not yet, sweetheart,' he smiled. He pushed me back into the door on my side and continued making out with me. His hands groped all over my body, paying particular attention to my breasts. 'Oh this dress just won't do,' he muttered.

My high-necked smock dress was fit for school, yes, but not for this. He reached behind me and unzipped the fabric smoothly. He tugged the material and it slid down to expose my bra. Kit smiled as he looked into my eyes, then turned his attention back to my chest. He peppered kisses all over my sensitive skin, making goosebumps raise all over my body.

First, he slid my left bra strap off my shoulder, creating a bit more slack and revealing more of my skin. He took his time to kiss all of the areas of skin he hadn't before, going agonizingly slow so that I would get hot and bothered. He loved when I was hot and bothered.

Next was the right bra strap. The ceremony continued. His ritualistic dance of adorning love to every inch of my body made every horrible minute spent without him worth it. His mouth inched closer and closer to the very edge of my bra. Eventually, I gave in to the teasing and reached back to unhook the damn thing myself.

Deciding I'd had enough, though, I pushed Kit back again. This time, all the way down so that he was laying across the back seat. My hand reached for his bulge and stroked it. He whimpered in pleasure. I took the waistband of his briefs in my fingers and tugged, making his dick spring loose.

I lined myself up with him and slid his throbbing erection into my slick middle, feeling every inch of it go deeper and deeper into me. I cried out involuntarily and began bouncing on it, feeling our two bodies connect naturally. My walls tightened around it. He moaned softly.

'Oh baby, yeah,' he spat through gritted teeth as I continued to ride him. I stooped down and kissed him passionately, still keeping a rhythm. His shaking hands reached up to grope my breasts again, this time more firmly. He slid his hands down to my waist and held it, almost as if he were trying to feel some sort of control over me.

I continued moving my hips atop his dick. His length went so deep within me, I thought I'd scream. I put both of my palms on either side of his chest to steady myself. His breathing got more ragged, and I could feel his heart racing still.

'Fuck,' Kit grunted, trying not to come so easily. He gathered what strength he had a lifted me off of his erection by my waist. I sat back and slid down to a laying position as he rose to position himself above me, both of us maintaining eye contact as we went. He wanted a turn on top.

I didn't even get a chance to settle before his large cock was inside me again. I yelped and screwed my eyes closed, existing at that moment at his very will. He held my wrists, which were resting just next to my head, down so that I couldn't move. I whined in protest but was silenced by his lips on mine.

Sweat formed on his brow. I could feel myself succumbing to the waves of orgasm. But, neither of us wanted to be the first to give in. I breathed heavily to steel myself, but it was to no avail. I came first, crying out and moaning loudly. He slid out of me and stroked my hair as the fits of pleasure overtook me.

Kit sat back against the door on his side of the car once again, breathing heavily. I regained my composure and sat up, sitting back on my heels. I stooped down and took his pre-cum covered dick in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the tip and reveled in the whimpers and cries Kit was letting out. He grabbed and pulled my hair gently as I continued to suck him off.

'I-I'm gonna come,' he mustered, trying to warn me in case I wanted to stop. Instead, I let him blow his load directly into my mouth. I ignored the warmth and bitter taste as I swallowed. He moaned and threw his head back, eventually relaxing into his position. I wiped my mouth and sat back as well.

Recovered from his orgasm, Kit leaned forward and laid half-beside and half-on me, resting his head on my chest. I sighed in contentment.

'God, you're good at that,' Kit whispered, laughing softly. I laughed too. He grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss it. He kissed the back of each finger as well to emphasize his gratefulness. He nestled closer into me. I nearly fell asleep listening to his breathing even out.

I gasped suddenly when I looked out the window and saw the sun setting. 'Shit, Kit, we have to get me home!'

We both worked quickly to redress. He helped me with the tough job of zipping up the back of my dress. I scrambled out of the back door and into the passenger door, slamming it shut and bringing the visor down to once again look at myself in the mirror. Kit clambered up to the front from the back seat and settled himself in.

He turned the key in the ignition and started the car up. He paused, though, before going. I looked away from fixing my lipstick for a moment to see what was the matter. Kit shifted in his seat and reached for something that was under him. In his hand was my panties.

'I uh, think you're gonna need these,' he chuckled, blushing. I smacked his arm and snatched them from his grip.

'Oh, hush! Stop! It's not funny,' I protested, half-laughing as well. I shoved them into my handbag demonstratively. 'Now hurry up and drive!'

The ride home was quick enough. The sun was still setting as Kit got to the end of my street. He had to drop me there to avoid my parents seeing anything.

'Are you sure you're gonna be okay walking over there this late? I don't need anyone snatching my girl,' Kit spoke.

'I'll be fine, Kit. No one really walks my street. Plus, it's not even that dark,' I assured him.

'Well okay, but I'll be parked here watching ya, okay?'

'Just don't be too obvious,' I warned.

He leaned over and grabbed my face, pulling me in for one last, passionate kiss. When I pulled away, my lipstick was all over his face. I just chuckled to myself and opened the door.

'I love you, you pretty thing,' he called after me.

'I love you too, Kit,' I smiled.

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Literally cannot lie I got a bit, uh, bothered myself writing this one LOL. Let me know if you liked this one!

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spookievan · 7 months

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wannabe mrs.walker <3

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kai-anderson-supremacy · 1 year

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I would like to thank Evan peters parents from the bottom of my heart for having sex and making Evan peters.

He looks so much like his mom. They literally have the same face and beautiful black eyes ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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strangerquinns · 2 years

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Request: Waking up to Evan peters?

You’re my fave blog and you’re so active!! Thank you for your service🫡😂❤️❤️❤️❤️

aww, thank you so much! More than happy to write :)

Evan Peters x Reader | fluff

Slowly the world started to come alive for you as you were pulled out of your deep sleep. You could hear the bird chirping outside of the window. The feeling of the soft warm sheets beneath you and the warmth and weight of someone beside you.

A soft moan left your lips as you felt a hand slowly move across your waist and pull you closer. As a pair of lips kissed along your neck, the scruffiness of their stubble rubbed against the side of your neck.

"I know you're awake," His deep voice sounded, it still rough and thick from sleep. There was something about his morning voice that did something a little extra for you.

"No...more sleep..." You spoke with a small whine.

Evan chuckled lightly through his nose, before pulling back to look down at you. His hand reached forward and gently caressed your face, causing your eyes to slowly blink awake and open. A smile tired smile spreads across your lips as you look up at him. You couldn't help but reach up to push away the hair that fell in front of his face.

"Good morning," Evan spoke, each of his dimples showing as he smirked down at you.

"Mmm, what happened to sleep-in and that kind of stuff?" You moaned tiredly, stretching slightly beneath him.

"You were too tempting, sorry, sort of your fault," Evan spoke with a slight shrug.

You rolled your eyes and shifted slightly to nuzzle your face into his chest, his arm tightening around your waist. The two of you lay there entangled with one another as you seemingly melted into his chest as Evan held you. You could feel yourself slowly lulled back to sleep with his fingers tracing random shapes on your back.

"Just stay like this all day..." You muttered, your voice muffled by his chest.

"That's fine with me, just wanted you awake with me...was getting lonely."

You hummed again and pressed a soft kiss to his chest, "I'm sorry. But I get you all to myself, right? No working? No meetings? No nothing?"

"You've got me all day baby," Evan spoke before pressing his lip to your forehead.

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thenbecauseggoes · 9 months

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Please could you do one where it’s the readers first time? Tates acting needy and hints his way into getting want he wants but he’s gentle with her because he’s her first. Aftercare too please if thats okay

A/N: hi there anon!! i love this request sm :)) IM WORKING ON WRITING AFTERCARE BUT IM RLLY SLEEPY RN AND I RLLY WANTED THIS FIC DONE!! thank you guys for all the support recently i rlly love all of u and i love writing so this is so fun for me and im so lucky that you guys like my stuff!

warnings: smut, fingering, softdom!tate, some sub tate in there, use of the word momma, no use of y/n, written with fem reader in mind, virgin reader, lmk if i missed any

WC: 1304

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Come As You Are

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After a long day at school all you want to do is come home and spend quality time with your boyfriend, Tate. You’re both around the same age but it’s different with him since he’s a ghost and whatnot. Every day when you get home you look forward to just curling up in his arms and watching movies or maybe listening to Nirvana or The Smashing Pumpkins and just talking, or he’d just watch you do homework. And then when the night fell you would just fall asleep in his arms and repeat the cycle the next day. There was just one thing that troubled you in the relationship, Tate was a teenage boy. Now obviously that’s not the problem, the problem that came with that though was he was constantly horny. There was nothing wrong with that of course and you knew he would never pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to but you felt kind of bad when he would have you on his lap, making out. Sometimes you could even feel his hard-on poking your leg and you would just make some excuse to get out of it. It’s not like you didn’t want to have sex with him, it's just that you’d never had sex with anyone before and you were scared that you wouldn’t live up to his expectations.

This happened to be one of those situations, you were sitting on your bed and Tate excused himself to the bathroom so you paused the movie you were watching and just sat there with a blanket on you. When he came out of the bathroom there was evidence that he had splashed cold water on his face, even more evident when you kissed him and his whole face was cold.

“Tate, what’s going on?” you asked, scared he was having a bad memory or something. But your guess was quickly proven wrong when you felt something poke against your leg. Your eyes widened in shock when you realized he was basically humping your leg.

“Need you so bad momma” he whines “it hurts so bad” he looks up at you with pleading eyes.

“Um, how about I grab us some snacks?” you try to make an excuse to get out of this. As you start to get up he grabs your wrist and sits fully up, stopping you and pulling you back onto the bed.

“Why don’t you wanna fuck me baby?” he asks, voice almost pained, “do you not like me?” His words make your heart break and you scramble towards him and wrap your arms around his torso.

“No no no no” you spit out to reassure him “it's just um” you don’t quite know how to tell him that you’ve never had sex before without embarrassing yourself so you search for the words.

“You can tell me baby” he says comfortingly against your hair.

“I’m a virgin, like a major virgin like never even touched myself” you admit, ashamed. But Tate swears that his eyes turned into little hearts as his erection pressed up impossibly harder against the zipper of his jeans.

“That’s not embarrassing at all baby, it’s actually like crazy fucking hot” he finally speaks. “If that’s the only reason you don’t wanna have sex then I want you to know I don’t care at all” he caresses the small of your back, moving his hand down to give your ass a playful squeeze.

“So you’re not like turned off?” you ask, looking up at him.

“Nope, i’m so fucking turned on right now actually” you hadn’t even noticed how hard he had gotten since your confession “if you let me, i’ll help you out.”

“I’d like that” you smile, his eagerness making you wetter by the second. He presses a hungry kiss onto your lips and lifts you onto his lap. He grabs your hips and gently grinds you down onto him. He lets out the most pathetic little whine and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning.

“Don’t hold back your pretty noises baby” he smiles and kisses under your ear. He kisses all down your neck, leaving hickeys and licking and kissing them. You would have to find an extremely effective way to hide these tomorrow. “I’m gonna take it slow but I'm still gonna have to prep you okay?” he says, waiting for your confirmation. You nod and he smiles “good girl”

He flips you over onto your back and starts to take off your pajama pants. He smiles when he sees your pretty red lace panties. “Fuck baby, did you wear these just for me?” he grins at the thought of you picking these out, just hoping he might touch you.

“Mhm” you hum, making him groan and kiss you harshly. He takes off the delicate lace and takes a good look at your soaking cunt. He takes his finger and runs it through your folds earning a high pitched squeal from you.

“Mmm, baby, you’re so wet already” he presses his index finger onto your clit with just the littlest of pressure, making you squirm underneath him. “And so sensitive” he delicately slips one of his fingers into your pussy, making you moan and grab onto his sweater, trying to feel him in any way you can. His other hand finds its way under your black tank top and toys with your sensitive nipples. You take your hands and pull up your shirt just enough to reveal your tits. “So fucking perfect baby” he groans as he slips another finger inside of you. His thumb comes up to circle your clit, you cried out and screamed his name.

“Tate, please…” you feel an indescribable feeling wash over you, kind of like a relief but when Tate takes his fingers out of you you feel so empty. “Need more” you manage to whimper out, earning a low chuckle from him as he licks his fingers.

“I got you baby” he kisses your lips and undresses himself. He takes his cock and runs it up and down your sensitive pussy. You look down and realize how huge he is. His dick is long, and girthy. The tip is sensitive and red, leaking precum all down his shaft.

“Will it fit?” you ask, almost a little shocked.

“Don’t worry, it will” he kisses you and slowly sinks the tip in, leaving you to squirm and moan out his name, clawing at his back. “My baby, relax” he kisses your lips and strokes your hair. He sinks in some more of his cock and you take it, inch by inch until he’s bottomed out inside of you. He just sits there for a moment, it takes everything in him not to cum right then and there from how tight your pussy is. There’s an indescribable feeling within you, it’s not like you’re going to cum or anything but it hurts. The hurt is quickly replaced by pleasure and the need to feel him more.

“You can move now Tate” you whine and he rocks his hips into yours, eyes glued at the spot where you two meet.

“Fuck baby, so tight” he praises in your ear. Making the pleasure even better. He’s turning your brains into mush, making your eyes roll back into your skull. “Baby, i’m gonna”

“Me too” he moves his hand down to your clit and rubs, making you see stars and release all over him. He finishes on your thighs and collapses on top of you. He leaves and comes back with a damp washcloth to clean you up. He settles in bed next to you and wraps his arms around you.

“Thank you for letting me do that” he says while kissing your scalp.

“I love you Tate”

“I love you too, baby”

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evanpetersbuttocks · 1 year

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i love him so much :(

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evan4ever · 5 months

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James March x reader. The reader is very innocent like they don’t curse, drink, smoke, etc. James just adores it so much cuz it’s the opposite of him. He gives them random gifts and special dinners (maybe some slow dancing). As well as tons of affection like cheek and hand kisses, cuddles, holding hands, and helps you get ready for the day. He’s very overprotective and possessive of them like a kid who has a special teddy bear, so the other ghosts better watch their backs if they try to mess with the reader. He never lets them know he’s a serial killer but they know he’s a ghost.

Innocence

Warnings: talk about murder just a bit but no warnings really, just a sweet fic again!

a/n: you didn’t really give me a plot andI wasn’t sure if you wanted lime a headcannon or not so I hope what I came up with works for you 😅 but with reader being innocent and almost too naive while JPM protects her and is possessive lol 🥹

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You first met James when you had to find a hotel quick and one that didn’t cost your entire paychecks worth to stay in for a night. You were in the city for a last minute job interview the next day, and you were lucky enough to meet the owner of the Cortez who has offered you a deal to stay.

You were pretty blown away by his offer, having been at the lounge where you enjoyed a nice glass of lemon water before the man, who introduced himself as James Patrick March, approached you. After some visiting, and many odd but enjoyable questions from him later, he offered you the night for a discounted price of $15. You weren’t sure why, but didn’t dare object.

However, your original plan to call it a night by 8 PM soon turned to 11 PM, then next thing you knew it was 2 in the morning and James and yourself just couldn’t seem to pry away from each other. It was magnetizing being around the other, for both.

James was so beyond intrigued by you. He knew times had changed, and that modern day women weren’t as classy and “well kept” as they were in his day. But you were different, not at all like the females that trotted into the hotel, getting drunk or high and using such foul language with every word, wearing nothing more than a dress that barely covered them. No. You were the classy that James once adored and almost never saw again.

It drew him to you. Not just how you dressed or how you spoke, but your pure and complete innocence. It was something James wanted to protect, he wanted you to keep forever. And he’d make sure of it, if you let him of course.

Though he drank, he, on occasion, would use a foul word, and he had no innocence left in him — you were the opposite of him. And if it were a true myth, James believed it was love at first sight.

That night was the beginning of your most exciting, spoiled life; and that is said with confidence.

You had started returning to see James often, more and more often, until you practically lived there. You met many people, some you enjoyed, some you weren’t fond of. But it was many months later that James finally vowed his love to you, you returning the vow, and James filling you in on part of his secret.

You learned he was a ghost. And for someone like you, it didn’t take much convincing. However, you weren’t scared of him in the slightest. It did make you more cautious around the other ghosts and ghouls that forever took residency in the hotel, but never around James. And he promised himself he’d never allow you to find out of his dark side, the murder side of him. That was a side of him that he kept hidden away because he had found such joy through you that he almost didn’t need to feel the excitement of killing others by his own hands.

He knew someone like you would never be okay with murder. Especially if those who were innocent. And he didn’t expect you to ever change that part of you, so he simply never let you in on that secret side of him.

It was easy.

Besides Devils Night.

That was hard the first time you had been in the hotel during it. But, he was able to keep you preoccupied long enough with the help of Liz to get the night over with, where he expressed to the other monsters he guessed that you were completely and utterly off limits.

But the years spent together after that, Devils Night was never a concern. You never even caught on.

But the years spent with James were years he spoiled you rotten. He’d buy you anything you expressed interest in. He’d shower you in flowers. He’d run you a bath every night. He simply could not do enough for you to feel satisfied, because he was just that in love with you.

And though you were just as in love with him, he’d never allow you to go above and beyond for him the way he did for you. You would try, and he’d stop you. The most you were able to do for him was buy him his favorite cologne or alcohol, even when you had no idea about anything alcohol related. He loved the gesture, but never let you do much more.

You weren’t sure what you did to deserve someone like James. Needless to say, you never went to your job interview that first time staying in the hotel. And only a few months later, you basically lived in the hotel. Only some months after that, you stayed with James in his suite 24/7. At that point, you were his and he was yours. Even now, 6 years later.

You made it so easy for him, too. You never questioned anything. He was able to run three quarters of his life with you while using the other quarter to fulfill his murder tendencies and keep the hotel running accordingly. He even managed to keep you from meeting the countess, somehow. He had Liz and Sally to thank for that. He was aware of the mess that could bring, and he was in such a good place with you, wrapped around each others fingers.

That nearly came to an end.

“My love?” You entered the living area of your suite where James had been filling his cup with whatever alcohol he was drinking this time. He glanced at you and smiled brightly.

“Yes dear?” He sips while eyeing you so you’d know you had his full attention. You smiled, a half way smile, not your typical smile, and James immediately became concerned. “What is it? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, James, really.. it’s just.. I had an encounter today. With—“

“Elizabeth.” James finished your sentence, noticeably unhappy by this. You only nodded, allowing him to explain himself. “Ah yes. The time has come that I must tell you about her.” He sighs, taking ahold of your hand gently and leading you to the couch where you allowed him to help you sit, he sitting beside you. “Listen, dear,” he pauses, seeming unsure of where to start.

“I’m not angry, James.” You reassured before he could start again. His eyes seemed to relax as they remained glued to yours. “I just want to know the story from you.”

“What all… did she say.. exactly?” He asked, genuinely curious. He didn’t care about much of anything she could possibly tell you, only if she were to have revealed his deepest secret about his love for murdering, or if she had threatened you at all.

“She only told me of her past with you. I’m unsure whether it was a warning? Like, her way of telling me I should run while I can?” You raised your eyebrow at him curiously before letting a smile take place on your lips. “Not that I would ever listen to such a silly suggestion. I love you too much.” You grabbed his hand this time, squeezing it. “I just had no idea you were ever married.”

James sighed but held your hand tightly, bringing it up to his lips and placing a soft kiss to your knuckles before setting and holding it against his chest.

“I was, yes. A long, long… long time ago. Elizabeth being the original owner of this hotel, we married and I took over. I showered her with all my love, I gave her everything. I thought she was my one and only.” James goes quiet as you tilt your head, letting him finish. “I know now how very wrong I was.” He met your eyes again with sincerity, squeezing your hands that he was still holding against his chest.

“So what happened?” You asked, curious to know more about him. James kept things hidden from you, you were aware of that. But you were much too in love to question him too much, and some things you knew better than to want to know, so you were okay with being kept in the dark. But since this was an opportunity to learn a little more about his past, you couldn’t help but indulge in it.

“She was only using me, dear. I was a means to fill a void that I wasn’t aware was empty and longing for a past lover. She loved my gifts and my attention. But had no interest in loving me like I did her. Later, her past lover showed up out of nowhere and she was planning to run away with him. After that, I no longer cared for her.”

“But, she’s still here? Why?”

James went silent, not sure how to fill this part of the story. He didn’t kill Rudolph or Natacha. But he did lock them in this hotel and remove the door so they’d have to spend eternity here… since they were already vampires and couldn’t die. James felt it was a nice revenge on his now ex-wife, she believes they re-abandoned her all over again. She loves her life in anger and wonder, and it’s so sweet for James to see.

“They left her. Abandoned her again.” He nodded. You frown, feeling somewhat sympathetic for Elizabeth. “Don’t frown for the woman!” James states, a deep frown on his own face. “She was a monster, dear. I know you’re not one to feel this way for anyone you know but, she got all she deserved.”

You gazed at him for a moment as you took in his words before sighing and taking your hands from hi, resting one hand on the side of his face. “I do love you, James. So very much.” James leans into your hand, his eyes closing as he takes in the feeling of your skin against his, your scent so strong and as intoxicating as the alcohol he sips daily. “You don’t have to feel anger anymore, though. You can let it go, all the hurt and betrayal that woman caused you. She is no longer worth your while. For your own happiness, you should let it go.”

James listened to you, knowing your words held so much truth. It amazes him at times, how a woman of your culture could be so intelligent, so mature past your young age. He was blessed beyond words.

“You’re right, dear. You are very right.” He takes ahold of and turns his face into your hand, kissing from your palm up the majority of your soft, fragile arm. You smiled in awe as you watched him, his eyes glancing up to meet yours. “You amaze be every day.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Because you keep me on my toes every day. Never can know just what to expect here, but I would never trade it for anything.”

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Exploring Fantasies - Kai Anderson (smut)

warnings: cussing, p in v, knife play, teasing, oral ( fem and kai receiving ), rough sex, virginity taken, slowish burn, blood, throat fucking (with fingers and p), fingering, breeding kink, slight praising, degrading, name calling (princess, baby, etc), daddy kink, let me know if i missed any (LOL)

To read where the smut begins go to “smut starts” in the story incase you don’t want to read the rest of the boring stuff.

WC: 2693

sub!reader!female : rough!dom!kai

In the beginning of you and Kai’s “relationship” together he seemed so sweet and kind, that was until you decided to really get to know him.

Once you joined his cult he treated you like the cults whore, even if you were a virgin, you would never imagine even being close to how he described you to his members.

You began your day like normal, waking up, showering, getting ready like any normal day.

As you are getting ready you can hear kai getting ready to host a meeting downstairs. He hosted his meetings at your place since the cops had his place on lookout for anything suspicious since people started complaining about the noise and cult-ish behavior taking place there.

You hear a loud crash downstairs that sounded like glass shattering and some slight yelling. You quickly rushed downstairs in a almost see-through shirt and black panties.

You can see Kai and his men there surrounding a member of his cult, which was odd to you. You can hear kai yelling from the stairs as you made your way down them.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You were the mole? The one who could’ve fucking ruined our whole plan!”

He sighed heavily as he planted both hands on his face and parted them down both sides of his face moving his hair out of his face in the process.

“Get rid of him, I don’t care what you do just don’t do it here.” He signaled to his men as they took the guy away as he yelled.

Kai sat down on the couch seeming furious and disappointed. He spotted you traveling down the stairs in slightly revealing clothing and seemed relieved and less tense.

“Come here, now.” He said sounding irritated. It made you a little hesitant and you can tell he noticed, making him seem more irritated. You quickly hurried over to him.

“Is everything okay? What happened?” You asked sounding worried.

“Found out one of my most ‘loyal’ men was the mole who ratted us out and forced us to leave our last base.” Kai responded back sounding a bit annoyed from the situation.

He moved your hair out of your face as you stood infront of him.

“I could really use something to take the edge off, you know?” He said sounding stern with a slight smirk.

“And I bet i know what can fix that.” He continued now whispering in your ear.

You can feel yourself become flustered and red. You had an idea of what he meant but wasn’t sure if he was being serious or just teasing you.

He pat his lap gesturing you to sit on it”

“Come here, princess.” He said looking at you.

You can tell he wasn’t asking your opinion on what you did or didn’t want in this situation. His stare was so menacing, It was like a predator out for prey.

You sat on his lap getting as comfortable as you can in this situation which was quite hard to do.

Smut starts

“I heard virgins tend to get wet easily, very wet.” He said teasingly as he placed his hand on your thigh rubbing it up and down squeezing it here and there.

“Ive always liked having you around. Knowing I can ruin you whenever I wanted to.” He whispered in your ear causing you to be oddly aroused from the slight growl in his voice.

You didn’t really know what to say in a situation like this, mainly since you never been in any sort of situation like it. You looked away from him trying to hide how flustered you’ve become.

He gripped your jaw and forced you to look at him.

“Look at you. Already getting heated from what I’m saying. Your so easy to figure out, to control. Like the whore you are.” He said as he stared you down, making you feel vulnerable.

“I’m gonna turn you into my own personal sex whore, and I bet you would like that huh?” He asked teasingly as you felt his hand travel farther up your thigh.

“Kai please-“ you spoke out slightly.

He quickly hushed you.

“Your mine, understand? I can do whatever I want. Don’t talk unless I tell you to.” He added as you felt his hand travel to your clothed clit.

He began to rub circles around your already soaking clit causing you to hold onto him and automatically opening your legs to let him gain for access.

“Look at you, already spreading your legs over the slightest touch. Such a needy whore.” He then began to put more pressure on your vulnerable clothed clit as he began to rub faster circles on it.

“Now open your mouth and let daddy hear your pleasurable screams.” He added as he felt himself harden.

You felt yourself building up an orgasm from his hands as he continued to rub you senseless.

“I’m.. im so close Kai, please..” you moaned.

He stopped his movements and stopped.

You found yourself unsatisfied and needing more.

“What did I tell you? Did I say you can talk?” He grabbed your jaw again, this time more harder then before as he made you stare at him.

He quickly stood up carrying you in his arms and set you on the floor placing you on your knees.

“Your really gonna disobey me and forget your place? You are here to satisfy me. So you will do as i say. Understand?” He said slapping you, not too hard, but enough to sting a bit.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants to his thighs revealing his hard dick’s outline through his boxers.

“Now do as your told and make your divine ruler feel good.” He said looking down at you.

You positioned yourself in a more comfortable position, still on your knees. You slowly pulled down his boxers allowing his hardened dick to spring through. Allowing enough Pre-cum to ooze down his hardened member.

You place your hand around his member making Kai slap your hand away.

“Did I say you can touch me? No. Use your mouth to make me feel good princess, and then you can.” He snapped.

You slowly placed your mouth on the top of his cock swirling your tongue around his pre-cum covered tip.

He sighed heavily in pleasure as you started taking more of his dick in your mouth hallowing your cheeks to make it more pleasurable.

You didn’t know how to do a lot as a virgin, but you knew some basics.

You can hear Kai’s groans as you continued to take his cock in your mouth continuing to circle your tongue around his member.

You didn’t bother putting his whole dick in your mouth, it would’ve probably made you gag and you were worried about that since you didn’t know how that would go.

He grew impatient and placed both his hands on your head allowing his fingers to tangle in between your locks.

He pushed your head forcing you to take his whole member in your mouth making you gag and tear up. That didn’t make him stop. He started to thrust himself into your throat letting out growl like groans.

“Fuck, princess. Your mouth feels so good on daddy’s dick.” He said as he leaned his head up allowing his mouth to slightly hang open letting out small moans.

You felt yourself become more aroused hearing his sounds of pleasure. You can feel yourself become soaked to the point where it seeped through your panties.

His legs began to shake slightly as he groaned more closely reaching his finish.

“Oh fuck.. I’m so close, princess.”

He quickly pulled out allowing you to catch your breath slightly before he placed gripped your jaw placing his thumb on your tongue. Leaving you little to no time to really pace up to what was happening.

He came inside your mouth allowing his cum to drip onto your tongue and down your chin.

“You look so good having my cum in your mouth princess. You did so good.” He said as he closed your jaw forcing you to swallow his semen.

“So good that I think I should award you, would you like that?”

You nodded softly unsure if you should talk in a situation like this while also swallowing the leftover cum in your mouth.

He picked you up and placed you onto the couch. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a switch blade.

He allowed the blade to travel up your thigh letting you grow eager from anticipation and suspense. You were scared to move out of fear of being cut.

He guided the knife to the lining of your panties cutting the fabric allowing him to tear them off revealing your nude lower half.

He analyzed your lower half before positioning himself infront of your soaking pussy moving your thighs to allow him access.

He began to instantly suck on your sensitive clit making you instantly buckle your legs as he held your thighs down. Letting out pleasurable screams as he continued.

He would kitten lick your clit moving up and down it just to suck and gently bite on your clit then repeat the process.

You can feel yourself growing closer to your orgasm as you placed your hand in between his locs forcing him against you.

He then began to tongue-fuck you in your sensitive cunt allowing his nose to cause friction with your clit only building up more pleasure.

You can hear the lewd sounding noises coming from his tongue against your already sensitive pussy as you let out more and more moans.. you can hear his slight groans coming from his mouth causing you to feel more pleasure.

You began to buckle your legs harder as you reached your orgasm. You began to hump his face a bit riding out your orgasm. He held down your thighs more rougher as he continued to lick circles around your now pulsating weak clit after licking up the aftermath of your last orgasm.

The overstimulation caused you to squirm, you looked down at him with your eyes half-shut to see him staring back at you. You leaned your head up letting out more pleasurable moans as you tried to move away from overstimulation.

His tight grip kept you in place as you felt your second orgasm coming closer. You gripped his hair in pleasure as causing him to groan into your sensitive clit.

His groans sounded so fucking hot to you. And you wanted to hear more. It was almost impossible to explain.

Your eyes shut as you let out your second orgasm causing your legs to shake crazily as you bit your lower lip causing it to bleed.

He licked up your aftermath as he looked up at you wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“You taste so fucking good baby. So fucking good.” He said as he wiped away the blood from your lower lip.

“I want to taste all of you.”

He smashed his lips against yours unexpectedly allowing his tongue to explore your opened mouth. You can feel a slight smile form as you moaned slightly into his mouth.

You can feel him nip your bottom lip in the same spot you bit your lip allowing a sensational pain flow across your body. It made you more aroused oddly.

He began to deepen the kiss as he unbuttoned your shirt revealing your exposed breasts.

He pulled away from the kiss as he stared at your now fully nude and exposed body making you feel a little insecure and more vulnerable then ever.

He stared for what seemed like hours before opening his mouth and taking in one of your breasts. The pleasure from this made you let out beautiful moans.

He began to nip and suck as he played with your other boob with his other hand.

Felt like he was doing this forever. Hardly ever removing his mouth unless it was to switch to the other breast.

When he finally finished he stared up at you.

“You let out such beautiful moans, I wonder how loud they would sound with my cock in you.”

It sounded almost unreal. Not in the situation your in, just in general. You would never really expect someone to say that to you so suddenly.

He aligned his tip to your already VERY sensitive and vulnerable pussy.

He thrusted his full member into you not allowing you any time to adjust.

You got lost in what was happening and totally forgot that it’s KAI your doing this with. You didn’t know why you expected him to really be gentle with you.

He continued to thrust his full member into you as he kissed and nipped at your neck. Your nails clawed his back making Kai moan into your neck as he kept on thrusting into you.

“Fuck,.. your so tight around my dick. And so fucking wet. What a whore. Look at me as I fuck you senseless.”

He forced you to look at him as you continued to moan loudly. He had to rhythm to his thrusts at all. He just pounded into you quickly making you not be able to even think. You tried to find some sort of pattern to his thrusts but even thinking about trying to figure it out made you crazy.

He took the chance to stuff 2 fingers in your mouth slowly finger fucking your throat as he fucked you. This made your eyes slam shut from both pain and pleasure.

“Look what you did, you whore.”

You can see your blood stain his cock as he continued to thrust into you not stopping the motion of his fingers as he done so.

Your legs automatically rose up to your chest, allowing your knees to touch your breasts, from all the pleasure. It was almost like an instinct. You couldn’t think straight so your body moved however it pleased.

He took his fingers out of your mouth and began to rub his now drenched fingers against your pulsating clit as he continued to thrust into your drenched overstimulated pussy.

The pleasure of his tip reaching your climax as he rubbed your clit sent you over the edge.

Your legs shook like crazy signaling your close to your third orgasm.

“Fuck.. don’t cum yet. Cum without me and next time I’ll leave you unsatisfied.” He said looking at you sternly with his mouth slightly open as he moaned.

You leaned your head back trying so hard to hold back on your orgasm. He began to rub your clit faster making it even harder for you.

He knew that too, he just wanted to see you try so hard not to cum all over his cock.

“Cum for me now princess, now. Cum all over your divine rulers cock.” He said as his hips buckled as his thrusts became sloppy letting out slightly louder groans.

You felt your legs shake more as you finished all over him. His cock twitching as he came deep inside you.

You both thrusted riding out your highs.

He pulled out seeing a string of cum follow along his tip.

He shoved to fingers inside of your cunt as he finger fucked the rest of his cum deep inside you.

He shoved his fingers into your mouth allowing you to clean up his drenched cum covered fingers as you licked circles around his fingers.

“Your such a good girl, but if you ever fuck that up I can replace you just as easily. You better not ruin that. Your pussy wraps around my cock perfectly. You wouldn’t want to stop feeling daddy’s cock inside you, right?”

He said as he lifted his boxers back on along with his pants buckling his belt.

You shook your head softly still unable to fully think.

He smiled menacingly as he left. Leaving you completely nude and hazy.

After awhile you sat up, got cleaned up, and changed. You wasted no time before plopping yourself on your bed.

Oddly wanting more.

Wishing more happened.

Before dozing off into sleep.

Sorry for the extremely long and possibly unsatisfying story. I hope you liked it though.

This was my first smut, so if there is anything I should work on or fix let me know. (Situations, details, ways i explain shit, etc) I do plan on getting better and more explicit, but I just have to practice more haha.

Thank you!

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A Cruel Punishment

Tate Langdon x f!reader

warnings: abusive relationship, dominate tate, heavy smut, rough sex, unprotected p in v, degrading, oral female receiving, fingering, dead body, murder, honestly pretty fucked up sex, mentions of past abuse… i’m probably missing more so lmk what i’ve missed!!

summary: after finding out that you spoke to the new boy living in the house, Tate isn’t happy…

word count: 2.5k

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“Are you scared?” he asks.

You’re both in the basement, his latest victim, the new boy who moved into the house, is lying on the ground covered in his own blood. You’d been staring at him for a few minutes, the silence in the room speaking for itself. Your eyes travel back to Tate, to the bloody hammer in his hand. He must notice because he quickly drops it and stuffs his hand into his pocket. You look at the boy again and sigh.

“What did he do?” You mumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

“He saw you; he wanted you,” Tate answers. “I read his little journal. He was fantasizing about you.”

“Tate, he was so young…”

“His age is irrelevant, why aren’t you happy? He was threatening our relationship and I fixed it. You should be relieved,” he replies.

You turn away, starting for the stairs. “I’ll get Moira, we’ve got to clean this mess you’ve made.”

He quickly grabs your wrist. “He deserved it. He was going to pursue you. But you’re mine, I’m never going to let anybody take you away from me.”

Your pulse quickens. “I know.”

“Do you? I could’ve sworn I read somewhere that you spoke to him, told him he was very… what’s the word? Oh right, charming.”

He pulls your wrist and throws you to the ground, right next to the boy. Your head hits the concrete and you wince. You try to hold your head, but Tate grabs both your hands before you can. He’s kneeling between your legs, his dark eyes locked on yours, full of rage. You’re barely a centimeter away from the pool of blood. It smells so strong, you feel nauseous.

“You spoke to him. Admit it now,” he orders.

“I didn’t-”

He digs his nails into your wrists, and you cry out. “Say it.”

“Tate-”

He slaps you across the face before screaming, “SAY IT!”

“It was only a minute I swear,” you cry. “He was being so sweet I couldn’t just ignore him.”

“Sweet? Since when do you like sweet?” He questions darkly.

“I don’t know- it was just nice to be told I’m beautiful by someone new. I’m so sorry Tate, I didn’t mean any of it, I promise. It was just a stupid mistake,” you answer desperately.

“Well, I’m sorry my compliments bore you, I’m sorry I bore you so much. God, you know if I knew how much of a greedy slut you were when we met, I wouldn’t have ever loved you,” he says.

You sniffle, your tears continuing to fall. You want to say that if you knew how much of a psychopath he was when the two of you first met, you wouldn’t have ever loved him. But you can’t and he knows you can’t. You love him because of how crazy he is. You love how possessive and jealous he gets over you, he’s obsessed. Despite the way he hurts you, you can’t help but love him.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, you’re at a loss for words. “I’m so, so sorry.”

He laughs dryly. “You say that now because of the consequences, you really aren’t sorry, we both know that.”

“I didn’t think it mattered this much, we just had a quick conversation,” you reply honestly.

“You were flirting with him.”

“I wasn’t Tate I swear to God. He saw me and asked what I was doing here and I couldn’t just disappear so I had to get him off track by saying those things,” you explain. “It was nothing.”

His eyes roam over your face and he sighs. Without a word, he lets go of one of your wrists and wipes the tears off your cheeks. You can’t help but feel butterflies as he does this. Sometimes, mostly after your fights, he’s the most caring boy in the world. This time he’s still angry though, you think you know what the outcome of this fight is going to be.

“You need to be punished,” he says softly. “You can’t just go around doing what you think is right. To you maybe it was nothing but to me it was very hurtful.”

You nod lightly, your head still hurts from the fall. “I know.”

He lets go of your other wrist and grabs your ankles instead, placing them on his shoulders. You stare at him; the last time he did this you didn’t do anything wrong for months. He knows exactly how you work. What makes you scream from pleasure, and from pain. And though you’ve been together for at least a decade now, every time feels like the first again.

He pulls off your shoes, socks, and throws them across the room. You’re only wearing a simple shirt and sweatpants, before all this happened, you were planning on going to go to sleep. But Tate has other plans now.

“Are you going to let me do this?”

“Yes,” you answer instantly. “Do whatever you want.”

“I plan to,” he says before pushing your legs back to the ground.

In a matter of seconds his hands are on you. Pushing your shirt up, pulling your pants down, he barely gives you time to register what’s happening before he’s moving over you, and his lips are on yours. You kiss him back, and he’s far from gentle. He bites your bottom lip, so hard you gasp. You feel it sting, and as he takes this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, you start to taste your blood. It only makes him more aggressive.

Your head feels like it’s spinning, you can barely breathe. He slides one of his hands across your jaw, down your neck… His rings are still on, you almost shiver from how cold they are against your skin. His lips soon follow the path his hand had made. He sucks, bites, and licks your skin, surely leaving behind proof that he was on you. He likes making sure every other ghost in the house knows your his. You moan, your thighs squeezing around him tight.

When he takes one of your nipples in his mouth your back arches, another moan leaving your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut and lace one of your hands through his. You want him closer, you need him closer, as close as two people can possibly be. But he pulls away and your eyes shoot open. He’s back on his knees, undoing his belt buckle.

Your chest is heaving, your cheeks are red, you almost feel ashamed of how easily he gets you going. You look up at the ceiling and pull your shirt behind your still aching head. It’s better than the hard floor, you guess. Suddenly you feel Tate’s lips on your inner thigh, and you gasp, your head shooting up at the feeling.

His eyes are already on you, and his lips are ever so slightly turned up into that breathtaking smirk of his. God, how beautiful he is. You try to grab his hair, but he swats your hand away.

“Only good girls get to touch me,” he whispers against your skin.

You groan and throw your head back. Your body is warm, you’re aching for him. He slows his kissing, making you even more desperate. Once he reaches the end of that thigh, he moves to the top of your other one, beginning his excruciatingly slow kisses down it.

It feels like forever before he finally runs out of thigh to kiss. You look down at him and watch as he sticks his tongue out and licks back up your thigh. This time, you actually shiver, your legs twitching around him. From the look in his dark eyes to the actual act he’s committing, it’s too much to take in.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he says, ripping you from your thoughts. “How much you want me.”

“Please Tate- I want it so bad, please touch me,” you instantly reply.

He grabs your thighs and pulls your body closer to him. “You’ve got to do better than that baby.”

“I promise I’ll never do it again, I’ll be so good I swear. Please Tate please!” you exclaim. “I’m yours Tate, only yours forever. No other boy could ever compare to you. I need you so bad. You’re the only one for me.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he murmurs before finally burying his head between your legs.

Your back arches as he licks and kisses your clit. He isn’t holding back. You moan and throw your head back again, not caring about the pain that shoots through you as you do so. Your eyes roll back into your head and your thighs clench around his head. It’s as though he knows exactly what’s going on inside your head, exactly what you need. You love that about him.

When he sticks his tongue inside you, you grab his hair and thankfully this time he doesn’t bother pushing you away. He’s too focussed on your soaking cunt. He keeps it there for a few seconds before going back to your clit. You sigh in pleasure and lift your hips, trying to get as much of this as you can. You know Tate won’t do it for long. He never lets you feel good for too long.

As you expected, he pulls back and before you have time to react, he’s crawling over you and catching your lips in another kiss. Your taste yourself on his lips. He slides his hand between your legs and thrusts a finger inside you. You gasp into his mouth and grab his arm- the one that’s now next to your head. He doesn’t stop and instead adds a second finger. You love them, they’re so long, so cold. You can feel his rings brush against you when his fingers are all the way in. You can’t get enough of it.

He moves them at a fast pace, curling them up to reach that spot. You pull at his hair, your moans uncontrolable. He continues to sloppily kiss you, biting and sucking on your tongue. You grind your hips up, letting him deeper inside you.

“Turn your head,” Tate mumbles against your lips.

You open your eyes for a split second and look to your right. No. “Tate-”

“Do it.”

Slowly, you turn your head to the side. You keep your eyes squeezed shut though, you can’t bear to look. Tate doesn’t like this. He slaps you and you whimper, he grabs your chin and squeezes, his fingers still violently moving inside you.

“Keep them open, you need to look at what you’ve done, maybe then you’ll learn your lesson,” he snaps.

You comply, slowly opening your eyes and looking at the boys body. He’s so pale, so young. You fight the urge to look away, but that’s when Tate removes his fingers and instead you feel his tip brush against your entrance. He wraps his hand around your neck as he slowly pushes himself inside you. Your nails dig into his arm, your thighs tighten around his waist, it almost feels too good to be true. Your other arm snakes around his shoulder, you try to pull him closer. He doesn’t bulge.

At first, he goes slow, making sure the image of the dead boy is stuck in your head. You feel uncomfortable, almost turned off completely by the sight in front of you. But as Tate finds an excruciatingly pleasurable pace of his thrusts, you can’t help but want to continue.

After a few minutes of your unbearable punishment, he grabs your chin once again and forcefully turns your head so you’re looking up at him. His dark eyes stare into yours, and with each thrust you fight back the urge to squeeze your eyes shut from the pleasure.

“You’re mine, y/n, all fucking mine. You know that right?” He begins to whisper. All you can do is nod your head, it feels impossible to speak. “I own you.”

He places one of his hands by your head, and the other slithers down to grab your hip. His eyes leave yours, he looks down to where your bodies join, his face expressionless. In seconds he pulls out of you and flips you over. You groan as your bones hit the hard concrete, but quickly forget it as Tate lifts your hips and quickly slides back into you.

You bite down on one of your hands to try keeping your moans from filling the entire house. Tate’s pace is so fast, so hard. The sound of your skin slapping against each other is all you can hear. He places a hand on your back and pushes down, making you bend to an extent you never knew you could do. It hurts so good. He grabs one of your shoulders with his other hand and pulls you back. You can’t help the yelp that escapes as his dick smashes against your cervix.

“Fuck, you’re such a whore, taking me so fucking good,” Tate says, his words ragged. “Cum on my dick baby.”

“Can I?” You ask.

“Yes, yes, I want you to fall apart on my dick, I want you to cum so hard baby,” he replies, his hand moving from your shoulder to your hair. He wraps it around his hand and pulls, almost making you scream.

You feel your orgasm approaching, and you don’t bother to hold it back. When he leans over you and begins to rub your clit you can’t stop yourself from doing exactly what he says. You fall apart on his dick, loud moans leaving your lips, your body collapsing to the cold floor. He doesn’t pause for even a second, his violent pace only making your orgasm better.

He finishes not too long after, his hands gripping your ass so hard you know you’ll have bruises. You feel how hard his dick pulses inside you, it makes a shiver run through your body. When he’s done he pulls out and leaves you on the floor. As he starts to dress, you flip over and sit up. He doesn’t look you in the eye. You know exactly what he’s planning to do now, and you’re hurt by it.

“Do you really have to ignore me for a week? I’ve learned my lesson Tate I swear,” you say. He doesn’t say anything. “Please Tate, I don’t want to be without you. I need like aftercare and stuff. Don’t leave me.”

Tate finally looks at you, his eyes are cold. “You should’ve thought about that before you went and flirted with another guy.” You’re about to reply but he says the two words that you dreaded. “Go away.”

All you can do is stare as he puts his shoes back on, he can’t see you, he doesn’t want to see you. Tears prickle in your eyes. Why did he have to be so cruel? Your heart aches as he looks around the room, he knows you’re still there. He shakes his head one last time before turning and heading upstairs. Leaving you cold, alone, and hurt.

You really fucking hate him, but you’re never going to give him up. Ever.

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The World Turns All Around Her

@lili-tate says: We need a fic with daddy kit!!

note: i can do that! i know i said previously that i didn't want to write father!evan but i womaned up and decided to expand my horizons.

warnings: dad!kit, mom!reader (sorry to be so heteronormative, it was the 60s!), fluff, lowkey postpartum but mostly just exhausted mother, 1965 (you decide if the events of asylum happened or not)

My heart is so full of them, I can hardly call it my own.

Kit and Winnie. Winifred Eve Walker.

She just celebrated her first birthday and is proficient in babbling and repeating the sounds that come out of Kit and my mouths. She's close to walking, but not quite. She never quite crawled, actually.

I watch as she scoots across the floor, leading with one leg. It's almost as if she's trying to stand, favoring her right side, the bottom of her tiny foot slapping the floor as she slides along. Her left leg drags along, and her hands compensate for what she lacks in balance. Winnie settles next to her toy bin, which seems closer to a pile at the moment, and picks out a pastel pink rattle.

She cries out in joy as she shakes it, thoroughly enthused by the jingling of the beads inside. She Winnie-walks back over to me, sitting on the couch, and hands me the rattle. I know what she wants, so I do it.

I drop the toy onto the ground. "Uh oh!" I exclaim.

"Uh oh!" she repeats, picking up the rattle, clutching it tightly in her chubby little fist. She smiles up at me as she holds the object out to me once more.

Winnie has eight teeth so far. She's teething, which makes her a bit of a handful. But, seeing her toothy little grin staring up at me, complete with her big, twinkling eyes and round cheeks, makes it all worth it.

These little games, though, admittedly exhaust me. When she's not down for naps or eating, she and I get stuck in cycles of repetitive entertainment. Entertaining mostly for her. That's how babies are, though.

I love that she's grown to an age where she is more interactive, and more fun. Up until she was about six months old she just slept and ate, nothing else. Now, she loves to learn and play and try to talk. She's more mobile.

It's adorable. She's a lovable little person. Kit and I made her, and we wouldn't change a hair on her little head. But how active she is gets tiring.

"Beautiful girl!" I proclaim in a sing-songy voice, grabbing the rattle from her. I drop it again. It clatters to the wood floor loudly. "Uh oh," I call out.

"Uh oh," she echoes. Before she can repeat the cycle, though, I hear a car door close outside.

"Is that daddy?" I ask excitedly, my head stooping and my palms facing up. She grins back at me. "I think that's daddy!" I stand up, scooping her up into my arms in the same motion. I rest her on my hip as we venture through the house to the front door. She nibbles her hand as we go.

The door opens and a rush of cold air, along with Kit, comes through it. His expression brightens as soon as he sees us, his lips curled upward in a smile. "My gorgeous girls!" he exclaims.

He shuffles his feet on the mat by the door, knocking the snow off his boots before stepping forward into to house. He swings the door closed behind him and wraps his arms around the both of us. I kiss his cheek. It's icy cold from the brisk air outside. January in Massachusetts is as white as a rabbit's fur, with snow coloring every inch of ground.

Kit breaks his embrace and looks deeply into my eyes. His face, despite the cold, is as sunny as ever.

"How was your day?" I ask, adjusting Winnie's position on my hip.

"Great now that I've seen you two ladies," he chirps. "Here, lemme take her from ya." He reaches out for her and opens and closes his hands, like a child begging for more sweets.

"Don't you want to take your jacket off first? And your boots?" A subtle hint, yes, but I spent the entirety of Winnie's nap polishing the floors. I don't want him tracking wet slush in.

"Ah, right," he rasps, kicking his shoes off right next to the mat. They clunk down and around loudly. He shuffles to the coat closet and hangs his coat, smelling of tires and motor oil, up on the rail. "Now pass the little chickie over to Daddy." I hand a smiling Winnie to her father. He spins around and giggles with her, then holds her neck as he flips her upside down and back up again.

He repeats the action a few more times before disappearing into the living room with her.

I silently rejoice in the moment, happy to see my husband whisk the baby away so I could have time to finish cooking. I hear them playing, which usually consists of Kit talking away happily, replying to Winnie's oohs and ahhs as if they were having a real conversation.

After a bit of chopping and seasoning, I throw the prepared supper in the oven. I wipe my hands on my apron, untie it behind my back, and hang it on the hook on the wall next to the stove. I grab Winnie's bottle out of the water it was warming up in.

"Kit!" I call, walking through the house to the living room, bottle in hand. I pause in the doorway when I come upon the sight of the two of them. Kit has Winifred in his lap facing him. He sings to her softly:

"So if you tell her every day you love her And if you tell her everything she could be You'll find out that your world will turn around her"

"What a lovely song," I coo, astounded by the softness he's displaying.

He jumps and both of them turn to look at me. Winnie's smile is bigger than the whole sky. "Christ, you scared me," he breathed, a smile breaking across his whole face, reaching his eyebrows last.

"Dinner's ready," I say quietly, walking into the room to grab Winnie from him.

"Ah, ah," he tuts, "I got her." He stands, holding her high above his head before bringing her down and kissing her in a swift motion.

"You'll put her to bed?" I ask, eyebrow raised. I usually take bedtime duty, since he's the one who wakes up with her, changes her, and feeds her in the morning.

"Yes ma'am," he insists. He looks at Winnie and tickles her tummy, making her giggle in delight. "We think Mommy deserves a break, right?"

"Oh, Kit," I protest, holding out my arms once again to take her. "You worked hard all day. Go eat. I don't need a break."

He keeps his gaze locked on the baby. "Daddy wants to eat with mommy tonight," he murmurs. "Daddy doesn't mind. It means more time with his little princess."

I step forward and kiss his shoulder, resting my head on his arm promptly after. "I promise, I'm fine," I whisper, tired.

"Baby, you're tired, it's okay."

"Can I help at least? I don't want to sit at the dining room table alone waiting for you," I whine.

"Of course," he responds, kissing me softly on the top of my head. "I'm gonna do all the work, though."

I follow him into the nursery and stand next to him as she changes her into her pretty yellow pajamas. Then he sits down in the rocking chair, Winnie lying across his lap, in his arms comfortably. I hand him her bottle. She holds the bottle in both hands and drinks it cheerily.

"Which book should we read, Smiley?" Kit asks. "I think Where The Wild Things Are is a good choice."

I smile as he reads the story to the baby in a sing-song tone. His New England accent comes across so strongly as he reads. It makes a warm feeling spread through my chest and radiate through my body. It's an indescribable feeling of pride and love toward him.

Winnie is asleep within minutes. Kit catches the bottle as it slips out of her limp hands. "I think she's out," he whispers sweetly, looking up at me with only his eyes.

I nod with a small smile. He carries her over to her crib and lowers her down into it gingerly, careful not to wake her. We both exit the room gently, careful not to make any loud sounds.

"That's the fastest she's fallen asleep in a while," I remark as soon as we're far enough from her room. Kit follows closely behind me, hand on the small of my back.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, you've got the magic touch," I maintain. We make our way into the kitchen and I separate from him to tend to dinner. At least, I think I leave him until I feel arms snake around me. I turn and look up at him, a smirk painted on his face. "Would you like to eat?" I ask, mock-sternly.

"I can think of something else I'd like to eat instead, Y/N Walker," he purrs. Shivers crawl up my spine and light my skin on fire.

"I think I'd like that too Kit Walker."

WEEEEEEE i drew upon my, like, one experience with a baby to write this i hope you liked it

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