anonymous asked:

may I please get something with squishing Michaels face and calling him cute? make him all giggly telling him how adorable he is? he needs soft lovin

You’ve been wrestling in bed for a bit now but you’ve finally got the upper hand. He can’t stop giggling as you place kisses all over his face. He’s squirming but you take his hands in yours to keep him somewhat still.

“Baby, Stop” he laughs, squirming more when you kiss a particularly ticklish spot on his neck.

You smile against his skin, “I just want to love on you, bub. You’re too cute”

Michael grabs your hips and flips you so he’s on top. “I’m a man and I will be listened to” he tries to sound stern and serious but laughs halfway through.

You place your hands on his cheeks, squishing them so his lips stick out in a pout, “Couldnt even say it with a straight face” you pull his pout to meet your lips.

“I’m yours, little one. I know,” he gives you his signature dazzling smile before letting you take back dominance, straddling him as you whisper how much you love him.

Soul Radiation (2) (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Word Count: 5.2k

Rating: R (Fem!Witch!Reader, dubcon, explicit sex, choking, general roughness, you make the Antichrist cry)

A/N: I gotta credit @qira-txrgaryen-prince for inspiring the plot-line, her imagine will be linked at the end! (This was hastily proofread)

GIF by [x]

Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 

Look after your own. That’s one of the most important rules in your Coven. Protect your own, and keep them safe, and any ill-will towards your sister-witch was ill-will towards the structure of the Coven.

That’s rule number one.

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Study Break (Madison Montgomery X Reader)

Originally posted by bangurz

someone requested a madison montgomery smut where she’s dominant, and someone else wanted a more loving madison so i tried to incorporate that towards the end too! this takes place during coven.

plot: madison decides it’s time for you to take a study break.

warnings: cunnilingus, fingering, lesbian sex, fem!Reader, slightly dom!Madison, some fluff at the end

word count: 1.7k

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I Wanna Be Yours [Tate Langdon x Reader]

Requests: “I’m actually not into fluff (give me all the smut), but you write some about Tate drawing reader (or the other way around)? I think of him, even though he is popular for his music taste, more as a painter than musician. Love your writings xoxo” - Anon 

“Can you do a kinky Tate imagine ;)” - Anon

“Can you do a post-death Tate Langdon smut please? I love your imagines btw! 😊” - Anon

“girl reader smuts pls. idrc who with:)” - Anon

“Hey! Love your blog by the way! Do you think you can do another Tate Langdon smut fic? I would love that 💕💕” - @gabygarcia5

Warnings: SIN, NOT PROOFREAD (at all), SMUT, FEM!READER, not proofread, blowjob, swallowing cum, spanking, dirty talk, rough sex, slight daddy kink, begging kink, unprotected sex (again), sorta OOC Tate, Reader is aware Tate is dead, tbh probably more

Word Count: 1.2k 

A/N: I’m going to hell. It’s fine, though, because you’re all going to be there with me. 

(This gets weird towards the end, I know. I stayed up until like 5am last night to finish this so I could post it today. Don’t judge me. This whole thing is just a mess though tbh. & it’s not proofread like I barely read the damn thing when I wrote it, so let me know about any errors.)

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Do You Need Me?  Kai Anderson smut

Pairing - (OC)Kai Anderson/Reader

Warnings - Smut. Smutty smut smut.

Word Count - 1467

Summary - You feel out of place in the cult and Kai helps you feel better 😉

A/N - So, obviously this is a Kai smut, smth a lil different. I really like this new season of ahs and think Kai is a really cool character. Maybe it’s just me who thinks that lol. But anyway, enjoy mdudes!

Ever since you’d joined the cult, you’d been doubting yourself. You didn’t feel useful, you just felt like you were there, always on the sidelines. You never really got to kill anyone, and this upset you. Kai had promised your time would come, and he tried to assure you that you were valued, but it never really worked. You just felt like the ‘cute one’ in the group, the eye candy; you’d noticed RJ and Gary trying to flirt with you a few times. Everyone treated you like a little girl because you liked to wear short skirts and dresses. Beverly, Meadow and even Winter, despite being but a couple of years younger than her, almost mothered you. You wanted more than than to be treated like a little girl, more than to feel useless. You decided to confront Kai, to find out if the cult really needed you, if Kai really needed you.

He was talking to Beverly when you quietly slipped into his basement. You stood next to the TV, your hands behind your back and lightly swinging back and forth onto your top toes. Beverly noticed you and smiled, understanding that you wanted to talk to Kai. She nodded at you, finished her conversation with Kai and smiled at you while heading up the stairs.

“Kai, could I talk to you about something?” You asked, looking down at the floor, feeling slightly embarrassed about your situation.

“Of course my little lamb, what’s wrong?” He said gently turning to you from his chair and smiling at you kindly. He always called you his little lamb, and this just added to your feeling of uselessness, like you were just a baby, but at the same time, it turned you on slightly. He beckoned you over to sit with him at the table and you walked over and sat down opposite him delicately. “Does the cult really need me?” You asked, looking down at your hands in front of you on the table as you fiddled with them, not wanting to look at him. “What do you mean y/n? Of course we need you. Every single member of our group plays a large role, even if they don’t know it yet.” He said, taking your small hands in his large ones, causing you to look up at him through your long eyelashes. “I don’t know Kai, I feel useless. I never get to take part in the actual killing and stuff, and everyone else seems to do so much more than me. Please tell me what I can do Kai. I want to help!” You said, biting down on your bottom lip slightly, the beginnings of tears welling in your eyes. He noticed this and beckoned you over to come and sit on his lap so you went over. He often did this when he saw you were upset, and it comforted you, being so close to someone. “Please don’t cry, little lamb. Your time will-“ “My time will come. You always say that Kai and it never does.” You say to him, looking at him with sad eyes and pouty lips. Little did you know, but Kai loved to see you like this. He was conflicted. He hated to see his little lamb so upset, but you looked so sexy like this. “Do you really need me, Kai?” Caught up in his dirty thoughts, this question took him by surprise, and only added fuel to the fire of filth in his brain. To make things worse, he felt your ass shift against his semi hard cock when you tried to pull your incredibly short skirt down slightly to cover your thighs a little more. He quietly growled and grabbed your thigh to stop you from causing any more friction. “Of course I need you y/n. I need you more than anything” he said, looking straight into your eyes, his dark with lust. His hands were edging up your thighs and under your skirt, making your core drip. Kai never dropped eye contact with you as he reached your panties. “It seems like you need me just as much y/n” he says, his voice low and gravely. “Mhmm, please do something Kai!” You mewled, nodding your head and lightly biting your lip.

This sent Kai wild, and he picked you up and propped you onto the table as you innately opened your legs from him. “Good girl, y/n” he hummed as he leaned forward to suck on your neck, all the while teasing you with his clothed hardness. You grind onto him, moaning lightly, making him growl against your neck. “Please do something Kai, please!” You said, throwing you head back as he continued attacking your neck. “Tell me what you want y/n. Let me help you.” You wiggled out of your panties and took Kai’s hand and snaked it down to your wet pussy. “Here, Kai” You moaned, and he began rubbing your clit quickly, and out of nowhere, he plunged a finger deep inside you, causing a loud moan to erupt out of you. “That’s it y/n, let me know how good I make you feel” Kai said, looking up at you through hooded eyes. You pulled off your top and unhooked your white lace bra, making Kai groan as you lay your back against the table and started played with nipples.

You suddenly felt empty as you realised Kai had pulled his fingers out of you. You looked up and saw him sucking your wetness off his fingers. “You taste so sweet, little lamb.” He says. You sit up on your knees on the table and paw at the hem of Kai’s shirt. He pulls it off as you unbuckle his belt and he then moves onto unbuttoning his pants. You moan as you see then large tent that his formed in his boxers. “Kai…” you mumble as you pull down your skirt, leaving you completely naked. “You’re so beautiful y/n. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see you like this, naked with your tight pussy dripping for me.” He says, throwing his head back as you palm him through his boxers. “Let me help you Kai” you say softly, as you hop down from the table and on your knees in front of him, pulling down his boxers. He steps out of them and you lick the length of his long shaft, causing him to growl, an almost animalistic growl. This made you even more wet, and you took as much of him as you could in your mouth, while your hand snaked down and toyed with your clit, making you moan onto his cock. He clearly felt the vibrations from your moan as he bucked his hips, pushing even more of himself into your mouth. You looked up at him with big eyes through your long, dark lashes, spit spilling from your lips and down your chin. Kai could’ve cum right there at that very image, so he pulled out of your mouth, causing a pop as his dick came away from it. “I want to be inside you when I cum y/n, and seeing you like that will make me cum far too quickly.”

Kai pulled you up, span you round and bent you over the table. You pushed you ass high in the air and wiggled it slightly while you giggled, knowing you were giving him a perfect view of your glistening cunt. This made Kai even closer to coming. He got his own back by teasing you, running his cock over your dripping folds, making you groan impatiently. “Kai, please. I need you in me now” you whine. Suddenly, Kai fills you up, thrusting in and out quickly, one hand furiously rubbing your clit, the other tangled in your hair, pulling it roughly. “Fuck y/n! You’re so tight…so wet…”

The only sound in the basement was flesh slapping flesh and yours and Kai’s pants and moans. “Kai…I’m so…close!” You breathe, barely able to form a coherent sentence. “Me too y/n” he pants in your ear. “Cum for me, little lamb. Cum around my cock.” You feel his cock twitch inside you, and all of this caused your muscles to clench around him and toppled you over the edge. You feel his seed shoot inside you, as your juices mix and spill down your thighs.

“Do you see how much I need you now, little lamb?” Kai says, lifting you back onto the table so you looking up at him. “Yes. I need you too, Kai.” You say, looking up into his dark eyes as he smiles down at you.

Punish Me [a James March smut]

Request: Can u please make a James March imagine where he’s married to the reader & someone flirts with her & she goes along with it to tease him & he takes her back to their room & “punishes” her for seducing other men ? (You’re the best page on tumblr ILY.)

a/n: ok so i did smut, first time writing it so tell me if its good or nah and i might do more REQUEST CLOSED

WARNING: Smut


Recently your sex life with James has been nonexistent. He’s been too busy mentoring John to even have a nice dinner with you. Tonight is the last straw. He hasn’t shown up yet and you can’t take anymore. You grab your ruby red shawl, draping it around your shoulders while you descend down the golden staircase to the lobby. A handsome man stares at you, smiling, and begins to walk towards you.

He hands you a shot glass, which you gladly accept. “I saw you from across the room and I just had to come talk to you.” He flashes his sparkling teeth, sitting down next to you. His jawline isn’t as sharp as James’, nor is his eyes the same, instead a mix between blue and green. “What’s your name, gorgeous?” He asks, putting his hand on top of yours.

“Y/N. And you, handsome?” You flirt back, moving your hand out of his and taking a chug of your shot. Your hand rests on his wrist as he tells you his name, slowly inching up his gray suit sleeve; his eyes follow your every move, watching with a smirk. “What would you say about going to your room to get to know each other?” You wink. He’s not your husband but you can’t help it, you need some release.

Before the man can answer, your husband towers over the two of you. His face is bright red and his brown eyes are a shade darker, appearing black. “I would highly appreciate if I could speak to MY wife in private.” He fumes, ripping your hand from the man’s suit and dragging you to the elevator. Teasingly, you wave your fingers over your shoulder; James rolls his eyes, shoving you in the small space. “When the doors open, I want you in our room, do you understand, dearest?” He purrs in your ear; you nod, sashaying out of the doors.

As you strut down the hallway, you make sure to sway your hips, smirking when you get in the room. Not even a minute later, the tan door slams behind James. His dress shoes pad on the carpet and he looks at you like an animal about to attack his prey. You cross your legs, sitting on the plush bed.

He peers down, pushing you back on the mattress forcefully. “Now, Mrs. March, what have I told you about seducing other men?” He grunts, running his big hands up your body; you gasp when his fingers plunge in between your breasts, ripping your black dress. A smirk tickles his lips, seeing you fully naked.

Whimpering while his nimble fingers hover above your breasts, you arch your back, aching for contact. “Not to.” You breath, raking your hands down his brown vest, popping the gold buttons.  “James, please, I need-” You gasp, feeling one of his long fingers dig into your sex.

Smacking your hand away, he tsks you, puckering his lips. The finger curls in a ‘come here’ motion and you cry out, balling the satin sheets in your fists. “You have been a very, very naughty girl. Disobeying my orders, flirting with other men in my presence… Tonight you will not touch me unless told otherwise,  or I will tie you to the bed and leave you, understood?” He snarls, biting your neck hard enough to draw blood; you scream, nodding. “Use your words, darling.”

“Yes, Mr. March!” You moan as he smacks your thigh. He smirks; loving the way his name drips from your lips. Ducking his head, he removes his fingers, popping them into his mouth and sucking your juices. After they’re clean, they latch onto your hips tight enough to create bruises. His tongue soon collides with your pussy, licking a long stripe up the center.

Out of habit, your hand flies to his hair, tugging on the short black curls. His tongue retracts in his mouth and he peers up at you through his thick lashes. “Darling, you disobeyed me again tonight.” He sighs, standing up on his knees; you shake your head. “Ah, what a shame;  I was enjoying myself…” He grunts, undoing his ascot from his neck and grabbing your wrist. You struggle, pulling away from the bedpost. “Alas, I warned you, did I not?” He groans, slamming your wrist to the wood and tying it.

You pout, other hand cupping his groin, making his breath hitch. Palming him, he grows aroused, leaning on the bedpost. “Am I being naughty to Mr. March? Is he going to punish me? Hmm?” You smirk, batting your eyelashes as you unzip his trousers. He glares at you, watching you pull his pants down, letting his cock spring free; hard as fuck. “It looks like he wants me just as bad as I want him, does he not?” You mock, wrapping your hand around his dick and pumping it once.

James moans, letting your wrist go. He lines up with your core, ramming into you at a fast pace, not giving any time to adjust to his size. A scream escapes from your lips and you tear his white dress shirt off, so you can drag your nails down his muscular back, surely leaving bright red marks. Sweat forms on his forehead with each thrust, slowly becoming sloppy. “You-are-mine!” He grunts, out of breath.

Whimpers leave your mouth while he empties inside you; his fluid mixing with yours. “James!” You shout; he thrusts into you one last time before pulling out. You both lay beside each other, gazing at the ceiling. “Mrs. March needed you to sex her up.” You pant as your husband smirks. Score one for James Patrick March.

What You Need [Kyle Spencer x Reader]

Request: “I came up with this thing about pre death Kyle having sex with his so and telling her how much he jerks off about her and asking if she touches herself idk man it just hypes me up. So maybe a HC on that?” - Anon

Warnings: SMUT, fem!reader, maybe a little bit off-prompt, masturbation by both people, dirty talk, PROTECTED SEX (FINALLY, GUYS! FINALLY I WROTE SOME CONDOMS IN!), probably more

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Couldn’t figure out how to make this a set of headcanons, so I decided to write it as an imagine instead. Hope that doesn’t bother you! & I’m so horrible when it comes to describing/talking about masturbation in general. This turned out pretty… Like, okay-ish, though. 

ALSO LET’S TALK ABOUT THE WEEKND? LIKE? YES? ALL OF THIS SMUT RECENTLY HAS BEEN FUELED BY HOUSE OF BALLOONS AND I’D LIKE YOU TO KNOW THAT. IT’S REALLY GOOD. IT SOUNDS EVEN BETTER ON VINYL, TOO.

Kyle never liked skipping classes. He honestly never saw much of a reason for it. You’re going to college for a reason, right? Why not bother to show up? He had worked his ass off in high school for his scholarships, so he definitely wasn’t going to disappoint whoever was paying for his education.

Well, this was one of the rare occasions where he didn’t want to sit through another one of Professor Jackson’s long, boring lectures about lord-knows-what. It was usually something mundane, such as bridges or roofs. He would stand in front of the projector and talk about different types of bridges and their purposes for the entire hour and a half long period, never pausing or taking a single silent second.

Kyle simply didn’t feel like attending that today, and because it was his last class of the day, he decided to head home to the fraternity house. His brothers (well, most of them) would be in class, so he could probably catch a small nap before you or them got home.

You always got home before Ky. This was because your last class was a shorter walk to the house than his. Because of this, you would usually greet him at the door every day. But he knew he would be the one greeting you today. When he stepped inside of the house, it was weird not seeing your big smile in front of the door. Anyway, he sighed, beginning to walk up the stairs, only to stop midway up when he heard a light sound.

He stayed absolutely silent, continuing up the stairs. Upon hearing it for a second time, he was almost certain that it was moaning. Was someone really having sex in his room? If one of the boys was fucking some sorority girl in his bed again… He knew it was Archie. It was always Archie. Well, it was Brian that one time, but still, mostly Archie. He was going to kill him.

Grimacing, Kyle braced himself, unsure of what ungodly sight was going to lay before him as he opened the door. Just as his hand touched the doorknob, a needy moan of his name made him freeze, unable to open that door. His mind rushed with every possibility of what could be happening behind it, but he couldn’t decide on just one of the hundreds of crazy scenarios to side with. Suddenly, his mind jumped to you. Of course it was you. You had to have come home early, and he wasn’t going to accept another thought about it.

Somehow a bit relaxed by the thought, he took a deep breath, reaching over to flip the hallway light off. He opened the door slightly, peeking inside. It was you. He let out the breath, still staying silent as he looked over at you.

You were almost completely naked, laying on Ky’s side of the freshly-made bed, your clothes laid in a neat pile on your pillow. Your hand glistened with a certain shimmer as your body arched in a pleasured angle. The bits of your hair that wasn’t in a ponytail was stuck with sweat to your face, framing the heavenly expression on your face.

It took him a second to process the sight. Within those few moments, you had noticed him standing at the doorway. He had pressed the door open farther, now clearly visible through the white frame. He wasn’t sure how to react. He didn’t know whether to fulfill his urge to strip off all of his clothes and join you, or to run away and never look back.

“Kyle,” You spoke up, not stopping your actions, only slowing the small rubs of your thumb across your clit. “come over here.”

He instinctually moved forward, pressing the door shut and locked behind him. He was numb as he stepped towards you, examining your exact position. He swallowed hard as he waited for your next instruction.

“Take off your clothes.” He was eager to follow your orders, beginning with the jacket on his shoulders. It landed on the floor as he kicked his shoes off, using each of his feet to pull the sock from the other. Soon, he was left with only his boxers on. “Come. Here.” The obedient boy walked to the edge of the bed, standing still.

Noticing his strained boxers, you laugh. “I want you to touch yourself. On the bed, with me.” 

Quietly, he laid on the bed next to you, not quite sure of how to start. Did he just whip it out and go to town, or was he supposed to await further instruction? Kyle was never particularly good at being submissive. The two of you usually had somewhat equal roles when it came to sex, so he never much got the chance to, anyway. 

“Take off your boxers.” You purr. He raises his hips without another thought, sliding the shorts from his body. As he looked at you, he noticed that you looked satisfied with the job he was doing. You began to slick your finger against your wetness again, slipping a single digit into your entrance. Ky whines lightly, resisting the urge to stroke his member. 

He continued to moan and fuss while he watched you, feeling himself somehow near his release. He had never, ever been able to do cum without some sort of contact. “Baby, please? Fuck me.” With a nod, you agree, reaching into the nightstand for a condom. Handing it to him, he rolls it on with ease.

It took only seconds before you were on top of him, guiding his cock into you. You sank down, letting him fill you up. His breath was heavy, deep moans straining against his throat. 

“Kyle?” You ask, easing yourself down all the way. “Do you get off on watching me?” He felt somehow ashamed when you asked him that, but still replied with a small nod. Satisfied with his response, you move your hands to grip the headboard, beginning to rise up. He lets out a throaty moan as you slide back down. “Do you think about me when you touch yourself? Because I know you do. I always know, Kyle.”

“I always think about you.” He whimpers. “I love thinking about your tight pussy sinking onto my cock, just like you’re doing right now. I can’t control myself when you do that. You always feel so good, and I want you so bad.” Another strangled sound escapes him as he tries to continue his sentence. “And I fuck you until you can’t feel your body anymore, until you scream my name so the entire house can hear who makes you feel that way. All of my brothers, shit, know you’re mine.”

Grinning, he thrusts up to meet your hips, knowing that it’ll take you by surprise. “Kyle!” You squeal, laughing lightly. The process repeated for a few more minutes until Kyle couldn’t take it any more. He squirmed in the blissful agony under your body, his beautiful face contorting into one much stranger. You came shortly after, but continued to ride him for the remainder of your rush.

Eventually, you dismounted him, rolling onto the now-messy bed. Kyle slides the condom off, tying it at the base and tossing it in the trash bin next to the bed. He lets out a small groan, rolling over towards you.

“God,” He laughs. “That was amazing.”

“Maybe I should be more dominant sometimes.” You roll over into his open arms with a big grin on your face, knowing that there’s going to be an even-better round two later.

Masterlist

Michael Langdon

Forbidden Fruit (In Progress)

Seven Wonders (AU) (In Progress)

Imagines/Requests

Headcanons

Kit Walker

Do You Need Me? Part 2 Kai Anderson Smut

Pairing - (OC?) Kai Anderson/Reader

Warnings - Smut, lack of proof reading

Word Count - 1990

Summary - Kai shows you how much he really does need you

A/N - So this is sorta a mixture of those two requests, kinda angsty, very smutty. I actually can’t get enough of Kai, he reminds me of my philosophy professor who I like love, but minus the blue hair and Trump mania lol. Anyway, enjoy mdudes and yeah, request more stuff! I can write what ever character you want, so long as I watch the show/movie:)))

Originally posted by light-up-light-up

It’d been a few days since your incident with Kai, and despite him momentarily reassuring you that you were a valued member of the cult, you quickly went back to being wary of your usefulness within it. Kai had yet to let you do any actual work for the cult, including him not allowing you to kill anyone yet; the closest you had come to murdering anyone was when Kai had everyone nail gun RJ. You were beginning to grow sceptical of Kai’s intentions with you. Why was he keeping you around if he wasn’t letting you take part in any of the actual dirty work. Despite her death, you were secretly jealous of Meadow in the fact that at least she actually did something for the cult. It seemed like everyone had. Apart from you.  

Kai had begun to keep you at his side at almost all times since what happened between you, although, the two of you hadn’t had sex, or even spoken about the prospect of having sex, since then. Despite this, you could practically slice the sexual tension when the two of you were together. There didn’t need to be any spoken initiation of you and Kai desperately wanting each other again; just one look at one another and you could tell. You didn’t want it to be like this though. You were angry at Kai. You were angry at him for treating you like a child; watching over you all the time; hardly ever letting you go out by yourself; never letting you do any of the dirty work. You were angry at him for having sex with you, and but a couple of days later having sex with Meadow to manipulate her into shooting herself. You were angry at the way he was manipulating everyone. Was he doing the same to you? You’d seen how he had manipulated the others, what he said to Meadow and Ivy. You thought it was only a matter of time before he tried the same with you.

You and Gary were in the basement, sat on the sofa. “Gary?” You asked timidly. 

“Hm?” He replied, preoccupied with watching the video of the latest of the cult’s murders. “Do you think I’m really needed here? Like, Kai doesn’t let me do any of the actual work, and I’ve seen how he manipulates people…Do you think he’s doing the same to me?” You say quietly. Gary turns to face you. “Of course you’re needed here, y/n. I think Kai’s just trying to protect you.” He smiles. “Why would he try to protect me? I’m in a cult that murders people! If he wanted to protect me he never would’ve brought me into this!” You say, anger hinted in your voice. Just as Gary was about to reply, you look up and see Kai at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Leave us, Gary.” He says and Gary nods, getting up quickly and almost running up the stairs. “Kai…” you begin, not knowing how to explain yourself. “I’ve already explained this to you y/n. Your time will come.” He says, walking over to sit with you on the sofa. “I know, Kai. It’s just-” “y/n, a larva bee has to shed its skin to become the queen. It can be painful, but the dark must prevail to bring forth the light. And you burn brighter than anyone.” You state at him, dumbfounded as to how he can say this to almost everyone else and still have the gall to say this to you. You slap him, hard, across his face. “I can’t believe you would say that to me. You don’t think I’ve heard you say that before? To Ivy? To Meadow? Don’t try it on me Kai. I can see you don’t need me here. You just keep me around, as some play thing you can manipulate!” Kai stares at you, smiling. “You really do shine brighter than anyone.” He says. You roll your eyes and get up to leave when he grabs your wrist and pulls you back onto the sofa, your skirt coming up in the process, leaving it basically around your waist. “Don’t touch me, Kai” you warn. “You want me to touch you though y/n, don’t you?” To be honest, you really did. The sex you had with Kai was the best sex you’d ever had, and the heated tension between the two of you now was turning you on so much. “Kai, don’t. I’m done with this and I’m done with you. It’s like the only reason I’m here now is so you can get your dick sucked. Especially now that Meadow’s dead.” You spat, venom dripping from your words. “No, little lamb” he said, his hand creeping up your thighs. “Kai…please don’t do this now. I’m angry at you!” “Can’t you see, y/n? You’re the most important person in this cult! You make me happy…” he smirks, he hands crawling higher up your thighs, dangerously close to the hem of your skirt. “You don’t really mean that, Kai” you mumble, growing quiet from the dirty thoughts he caused to race through your mind. “I do, little lamb.” He says softly, his hands finally reaching your panties. He rubs your clit lightly through the material and you sigh, arching your back slightly at the contact, making Kai smile at you. “Stand up” he says, pulling his hand away, causing you to pout. You get up off the sofa, your skirt still dangerously short from when he caused it to ride up earlier. “Walk over to the mirror” you begrudgingly, silently, walk over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room.

“Look at yourself, y/n.” He says, walking over to you. “You’re so beautiful. How could you not be the most important member? How could I make anyone else but you my queen?” He says, wrapping his arms around your waist when he reaches you. You look at you and Kai in the mirror. You watch his hands slide up your bare stomach and reach the hem of your red crop top. “Why do you insist on wearing these outfits, little lamb. You know what they do to me.” He purrs in your ear, slipping his hands under your top and playing with your tits underneath it. You can feel his hard on pressing onto your ass and you lightly grind on it, while slowly slipping a hand down underneath your skirt and inside your panties and onto your clit. Kai pulls our shirt over your head, leaving you in your bra, skirt and panties. 

He turns you around to face him and then he pushes you against the wall, kissing you deeply. You moan into the kiss, causing Kai to pull your skirt and panties down in one swift motion, while you quickly took off your bra. You suddenly realised that Kai was fully clothed, while you were stark naked. You tug at his shirt, trying to get him to take it off. You pull away from the kiss “Kai, please” You pant, out of breath from the kiss. “No, little lamb. Not yet. Let me show you how important you are to me.” He purrs, picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, gently rubbing your naked core against him, desperate for some friction there. This makes Kai chuckle slightly. “You really are desperate today, y/n.” You hum in agreement and he gently places you down on the sofa, spreading your legs over the edge. He kneels down in front of you, admiring the sight before him. He groans quietly and you lean back against the sofa. “You’re so wet y/n…” he mumbles, gently running two long fingers along your glistening cunt. You moan loudly at the contact, throwing your head back against the back of the sofa. “That’s it y/n, show me how  good I make you feel” He says, slowly working the two fingers inside your pussy, his other hand working on your clit. “Mmm, Kai, please!” You beg, desperate for more. His fingers get to work quickly inside you, causing your hands to fly up towards your nipples, playing with them lightly. Kai keeps fingering you, pushing you closer to your orgasm. You moan loudly as you feel it approaching, and as you do, Kai pulls his fingers out of you. You look down at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Wha-” You look down to see Kai had taken his shirt off and had lowered his face so it was level with your cunt. He suddenly flicked his tongue over your clit, making you buck your hips towards him. He chuckles against you, his breath against your hot pussy making you desperate for more. “Please Kai!” you beg. He runs his tongue up and down your slit before finally settling his lips around your clit, his tongue continuously flicking over it while his fingers delve back inside you. Your hands grab at his hair, pulling at it lightly, making him groan against you. After what feels like seconds, you cum, and Kai laps up all the juices dripping out of you.

“Oh my God, Kai” you pant, breathless. “We’re not done yet little lamb.” he says, getting back on his feet and swiftly pulling off his pants and boxers. His rock hard cock slaps against his stomach and you instinctively go to grab at it. “No.” He says firmly, grabbing your wrists in his hands, laying you on your back against the sofa. “This is about you, y/n” he whispers in you ear as he slowly climbs on top of you. You can feel his firm cock against your sensitive pussy, and it drives you crazy. “Please Kai, I need you!” You moan desperately. Suddenly, Kai slams into you, your arms flying around his neck as you practically scream his name, sure that everyone above you can hear. This makes you cover your mouth, embarrassed that they could hear you. Kai removes your hand from your mouth. “Let me hear you, y/n” he grunts, drilling into you, making your tits bounce up and down on your chest. You moan with every thrust, feeling your cunt get tighter and tighter around Kai’s cock as you grow closer and closer to your second orgasm. You feel Kai twitch inside you, signalling to you that he too is close. “Kai, please cum inside me! I’m. So. So .Close!” you moan, stopping between words as he relentlessly ploughs into you. This drives him over the edge, and with one final thrust, he shoots his seed deep into you as you come around his big cock. “Mmm, Kai” you pant, breathless, looking up at him through hooded eyes and thick eyelashes. That sight makes him desperate for round two, but he can see how tired you are. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead before pulling out and getting dressed again. 

You slowly pulled on your clothes and sat on the edge of the sofa with Kai. “Y/n, you have to know that I really do need you here, with me. I promise I will let you do more work, you just have to trust me, ok, little lamb?” He says, taking your hand and looking deep into your eyes. Something about the way he looks at you makes you believe every word he says. “Ok Kai, I trust you.” You say. “Good girl” he says, pulling you onto his lap as you rest your head in the crook of his neck, drifting off to sleep. If only you had seen the way Kai smiled down at you, showing that he really does need you.

The Secret Of A Frat Boy ~Naughty November~

Prompt:Hello. Can you write a really rough Kyle (ahs coven) smut? And he gets all dominant. Daddy!Kyle x Fem!reader. 

Pairing: Kyle x Reader

Word Count: 860

Warning: none

Tagged: @crysxtal @dunbarkiss @kirsty-lou666 @emo-chick-59-stuff@xxshewollfxx @horror-movies-and-disney@kittencutie245@thejulietfarciertlove @yui-miyuka

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Title:  Build God, Then We’ll Talk

Word Count: 2,824

Fandom: American Horror Story: Apocalypse

Rating: M (smut, swears) There are spoilers!!!

Characters: Michael Langdon/Original Female Character (Eliza Coffeey)

@langdon-michael has wrote this and has decided to submit it! Go give it some love!

Note from the writer: this is literally the first in a long time I’ve ever written smut and shared it. I was nervous the whole time but really wanted to write it. Apologize if it’s bad in any way, offensive, or anything else… thank you for the support :)

“This dress is the most uncomfortable thing ever,” Coco looked around the room, hoping one of us would pay attention to her, the only true attention seeking bitch. I rolled my eyes and sat up a bit, silently agreeing how uncomfortable this dress was. Although, before the world went to total shit, wearing Victorian Era dresses was something I typically enjoyed. This, however, was a different circumstance. “No one agrees?” Her voice honestly sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

“It’s not that no one agrees, Coco… Everyone stayed silent… Which means everyone probably agrees.” I reluctantly looked at her before standing up and rolling my shoulders. She looked at me with a dropped jaw and blinked. “Since we’re all just sitting around, I’m going back to my room to sit alone.” I looked around. Everyone looked at me with different looks on their faces.

“Bullshit,” Coco scoffed and looked at her Gay Hairdresser, “You’re going to go rub one out.” She looked back at me. I snickered and shook my head. “I always had that effect on you.” She added, which only made me laugh even more.

“Or, you know, you could join me… Rub one out together, if that’s how you think I feel about you,” I crossed my arms over my chest. She looked at me with wide eyes and straightened her back a bit.  “That’s what I thought, don’t go about making rumors and talking shit. It might come back and nip you in the ass.” I spat before turning and walking away. But, to my surprise, I turned right into a new person. I closed my eyes and took a small step back, realizing how close I was to this person. “Please, I apologize,” I mumbled, opening my eyes and slowly looking up at the person.

“My name is Langdon,” He looked around at the few of us in the commons room. I looked at him and blinked, trying to figure him out. His dirty blond/light brown hair was unusually long; red eyeshadow colored the inner corners of his eyes, “I’m from the corporative. I’ve been assigned to evaluate the people here and select the ones most worthy of survival. I could take all of you, or none of you. Those who make it, live. Those who don’t…” He paused and stared at me. I swallowed roughly when I caught him staring back at me, “I look forward to meeting each and every one of you.” He kept his stare on me, and no one but me.

                                                   {***}

“I’m going to ask a few questions,” He started, sitting up in his chair and leaning closer to me, “If you hedge, I will know. If you lie, I will know… And if you try and trick me, I will know and this interview will be over, and you will be left here to die… Do you understand?” He folded his hands on the desktop and looked right at me. It felt as if he were reading my everything. All I could was nod lightly due to being nearly froze from fear. “Good,” He smirked and sat back in his chair.

“I’m sorry…” I opened my mouth to talk and sat up slightly and crossed my legs, “Who are… Who are you again?” I straightened my back because I felt like I was slouching. I felt a little exposed no matter how I sat. This guy just made me feel that way.

He looked at me and pushed himself off his chair, walking around the desk, and sitting on the desk in front of me. “Michael Langdon, and you are?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Eliza Coffey,” I looked down at my lap and folded my hands on my knee, “Thank you.” I swallowed and looked at him.

“What is your sexual orientation?” He asked, placing his hands behind him on the desk to prop himself up.

“I fuck men, I fuck woman, I don’t like labeling it,” I stated, my tone having a slight bite on it. Michael looked at me from down his nose and clenched his jaw. “Why? You heard my conversation with that annoying bitch about rubbing each other off?” I tried to hold back a smile.

He stood up and walked behind me. I took a deep breath, awaiting the next thing he would do. Anything could be possible at this point in time. Even after 18 months of boring nothingness, anything could happen. I could feel my heart beating a million miles an hour from pure fear.

“Or are you asking for other reasons? I like it rough. Orgies? BDSM? Roleplay?” I can’t help but be sarcastic. I could literally die in the next 10 minutes, but here I am, being a sarcastic shit. “Or, do you need a womb to hold the second coming of Jesus? Satan 2.0? Or some shit?” I asked, keeping my gaze on the dark wood desktop in front of me.

“We have other ways for procreation.” He stated from behind me. I closed my eyes and dropped my head, a small smirk was on my lips.

“Of course, that would make sense,” I spoke in a low tone and nodded. He grasped my hair and pulled my hair back. I gasped for air and looked at him with fear in my eyes. My hands went up to his and grasped his grip. “I… I apologize, Mr. Langdon.” I looked at him and bit my lip. His grip loosened and he walked back away from me and towards two large sliding doors. “Is this the end of my interview?”  

{***}

“What do you mean you had a daddy kink?” Mr. Gallent looked at me from the opposite side of the room. I looked down at my lap and felt my cheeks warm up. “You’re so… sweet.”

“I mean, I may seem innocent, but get me in a room…” I smiled and widened my eyebrows, “But yeah, I did. Bit hard here, seeing as two of the three men here are gay and wouldn’t fuck a woman. And lover boy here,” I looked at Timothy and Emily and didn’t finish my sentence. “And, you know, Ms. Venible’s rules for staying here make things a little… difficult.”

“Totally understandable.”

“Uh… Coco doesn’t need to hear any of this.” I looked at the coffee table. “I’m going up to my room.” I swallowed and stood up. I was quick to disappear, making sure no one saw me go to my room. I sat on the very edge of my bed, looking at the small desk opposite me. A small stack of papers sat on the top, a pen next to it. Several pages had words written across them, but none of them made sense. I grabbed the pen and started scribbling whatever came to mind, although again, none of it made sense.

A firm knock on the door caused me to drop the pen, stand and go answer the door. Langdon was standing in front of me, his hands were behind his back. He was wearing a black outfit with a red scarf.

“Miss. Coffeey,” He nodded, looking at me. I looked at him and swallowed roughly. A knot grew at the pit of my stomach, a feeling I haven’t had in over 18 months.

“Mr. Langdon, what a surprise.” I held my hands in front of my body and nodded. “Is there anything can I help you with, Sir?” I asked, stepping to the side and allowing him to come in. He stepped in just enough to let me close the door. I sat back on the edge of my bed and looked at him.

“You sure like coming to your room,”

“If you had to spend the last 18 months with those people, you’d understand.” I raised my eyebrows and shook my head. “It’s quiet in here, and I can surprisingly stay saner in here alone.” I shrugged and shook my head. Langdon stepped so he was in front of me.

He looked down at me and cocked his head to his side. “You seem to like to talk about your sex life with Mr. Gallant.”

“It’s the one thing we have in common,” I looked down at the ground with a slightly shy smile. I have no issue with another person knowing about my sex life. But he makes me 7 kinds of nervous, and I don’t know how to explain it.

“And what would that be, Miss. Coffeey?” Landon asked, quirking his head to the side and touching his fingertips together.

“We’re both sluts, Mr. Langdon.” I looked at him and crossed my legs, the knot grew and I could just tell something was going to happen. “It’s a bit hard to fuck someone when there’s a death penalty if you do. And boy, I’ve come close.” I let out a sharp chuckle and shook my head. He stayed silent, which in turn made me stay silent. I looked up at him.

“On your knees,” He took a step back and looked at me. I blinked at him. The tension in the room was so high that it was near impossible to ignore it.

“I beg your pardon?” I asked, caught off guard by his request.

“Get on your knees.” His tone was sharp. I looked at him and obeyed his request, sliding off my bed and kneeling on the ground in front of him. He roughly grasped my jaw and force me to look up at him. I suddenly got excited by this action.

“Please,” I whimpered and looked at him, my breathing getting deeper as I hoped for the next thing to happen. With his free hand, he undid his belt. I licked my lips and watched him. Anticipation filled my stomach.

He moved his grip from my jaw and to my shoulder, lifting me up and tossing me to the bed. I gasped for air and looked at him, backing up to my pillows.

“Miss. Coffeey,” He looked down at me as he let his trousers drop to his knees. I looked at him and let my shoulders drop. I crawled over to him and pulled his scarf so he was closer to me. I grabbed his jaw and roughly press my lips to his. He placed his hands on my shoulder and pushed me away from him. Only to grab me by the waist and pull me towards the end of the bed. “Stay still and be quiet,” He ordered, reaching behind me and unzipping my dress. The metal of the zipper scared me, causing me to shake slightly. He pushed the gaudy sleeves off my shoulders allowing the dress to fall off my torso. He then grabbed both my wrists and pulled his scarf off to tie my wrists behind my back. I looked up at him with slight terror on my face.

“I want this,” I muttered, hardly audible getting ready for the next thing that I knew was coming, “I want this so bad.” The knot in my stomach grew and started going south real quick. I got hot, hotter than normal. It was about to be everything I wanted over the last 18 months.

“Trust me,” He grasped my jaw again and forced me to look at him. I bit my lower lip to try and help whatever it was that I was feeling. “I know.” He pushed me back so I was lying back on my bed. I gasped and looked at him, squeezing my legs, possibly helping the once known sensation from another person.

Of course, over the last 18 months, I had time to myself. Like Coco had teased. I spend more than enough time for myself. Ms. Veneble’s rules never said no self-pleasure. I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone in this goddamn compound did it too. It’s a different story when it’s another person causing this feeling.

“It would be an honor,” He leaned down close to my ear before pushing my dress up to my hips. I gasped for air when he placed one of his hands on my thighs. His hands were really cool against my hot skin, causing goosebumps to scatter over my body. I  shivered and arched my back closer to him. He snaked his hands behind me and pushed my dress so it was fully taken off my body.

He roughly pressed his lips to the side of my face, then my neck, and then finally hard on my lips. I was too distracted by the kissing to realize that he was trailing his hand towards my folds. I pressed my head into my mattress to look at him; a gasp easily falling from my lips and my eyes widening from the chill touch.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, letting my eyelids flutter shut as he lightly started stroking my clit. I looked back at him, my lips parted slightly. I silently begged for him to kiss me again, a little rougher than the last time. He looked down at me with a smirk as he slowly pressed a finger into me, causing my back to arch again.

“You sure do like to make sounds any chance you get, Miss. Coffeey,” Langdon’s voice was close to my ear. I opened my eyes and looked at him. My breathing was getting ragged as he started curling his fingers and hitting my g-spot. I let out a moan and cocked my head to the side.

“Kill me if it bothers… if it bothers… bothers you.” I swallowed roughly and looked at him as he looked back down at me. I almost couldn’t get through that sentence, seeing as I was getting the one thing I wanted the most since I was put here.

“If I were to do that, then I wouldn’t be able to make you cum,” He pushed the hair away from my face and held on tightly. “Any time you moan, or gasp… Any chance you get to say my name, or curse… The further you get from your sweet release.” He leaned and whispered into my ear. I stopped breathing for a second and nodded, agreeing to something I know I won’t be able to commit too. “You obey, you get one step closer… Do you understand?” He asked, his finger tracing my jaw and dancing down my neck. I nodded, trying to pull my hands apart.

Langdon looked up at my hands and smirked before pulling his scarf loose. I gasped and immediately threw my hands on to his body. One of my hands went to his hair and pulled his head closer to me, roughly pressing my lips to his; while my other ghosted over his chest.

“So eager.” He mumbled against my lips, placing a knee in between my legs. I bit my lip to hold back any noise that would come from me. He positioned himself between me before slowly sliding into my entrance. I took a deep breath and wrapped my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist. He started off slow and gentle before picking up speed and roughness.

“Goddamn,” I moaned, arching my back getting closer to the edge. Langdon stopped and looked down at me. I squeaked and looked at him and shook my head. “Please, I’m begging…” I was shut up by him roughly kissing me. His hips continued moving, faster and faster.

“You are a slut, aren’t you?” He asked, placing his hands on either side of my head. I looked up at him with wide eyes and nodded.  He smirked and placed a hand on my jaw. “That’s what I thought.”

“I’m getting close…” I whimpered and looked at him. He smirked and went faster.

“Not until I say.” He ordered, grabbing a fistful of my hair. I nodded and clenched around him, knowing if we went any longer I’d cum. “Fuck me, Eliza.” Langdon groaned, pushing his hands onto the mattress. I gasped when I realized he came in me.

“Please, Sir,” I ran my hands through his hair and looked up at him, hoping he’d allow me too. He pulled out and went down to my core. He started licking at my clit, making me squirm.

“Cum for me, Eliza.” He looked up at me for a moment before returning to his work. One second later, I moaned his name, louder than I probably should’ve. The release I got was better than doing it myself. I cried out for a second longer before finally staying still. I carefully sat up and looked at him. “That was beautiful,” He whispered, looking down at me. I smirked and nodded in agreement. “You’re mine and no one else’s… Is that understood?” He asked, gently pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Yes, Sir,” I nodded, watching as he dressed back up. And with that, he left, leaving me naked and in my dimly lit room.

Different Than the Others -- Michael Langdon

Written By: @bright-alie

Request: “hi! can you do an imagine witch michael langdon please? the reader is really sarcastic and sass him, she don’t listen to him bc she just don’t care that he’s here. also she’s friends with gallant and always with him so he’s a bit possessive and mad??”

Warnings: None.

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Rebellious!Reader

Word Count: 620

Listen To: You Don’t Own Me by Grace and G-Eazy

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Dating Pre-Death Tate Langdon

Request: “Dating Tate Langdon (pre-death) would include, please!” - Anon

Count: 22

A/N: Wrote this in twenty minutes and finished when my laptop was on 4%. Hell yeah

Also I can’t believe I’ve never done this before… Thank you anon

Originally posted by m-pott

  • Somehow always waking up with him in your bed, even if he wasn’t there when you fell asleep
  • And then him being gone by sunrise so your family doesn’t find out about him sleeping with you
  • And on the weekends when he can stay, there’s definitely some morning sex
  • He loves to play with your hair while you’re asleep
  • Which leads to his ring getting stuck a few times
  • Not gonna lie, Tate is definitely always the little spoon (unless you’ve had a bad day, then he’ll agree to cuddle you)
  • Tate getting jealous when he sees you talk to other boys at school, even though he knows 100% that you’re his
  • So protective, but he’d nearly never do anything about it unless you were threatened
  • Neck kisses would be his favorite
  • He’d just creep up behind you all cute with his arms around your waist and ugh
  • Going record-hunting on dates
  • And him taking you to the park at night to see the stars, which in his mind is probably the most romantic thing ever
  • Halloween night dates where the two of you take Addie out somewhere
  • Tate is always touching some part of you
  • Thigh, hip, hand, arm, etc
  • You know how cats bring home dead things as gifts for their owners? Yeah, that, just less weird and the animals are probably alive
  • Moira always being fed up with Tate for making messes while trying to impress you
  • He’s so chill and cuddly (maybe even slightly submissive), totally unlike post-death Tate
  • Him always knowing what to say, but never what to do
  • And him telling you about his murder fantasies
  • But for the most part you’d keep him grounded

anonymous asked:

First time with Tate head cannon or imagine?

Originally posted by creepyrico

im doin headcanons cuz im lazy af

- he’d pop in your room one day

- like really horny

- “can we have sex?””i’m a virgin””cool. I’m not”

- him taking your clothes off slowly

- then his

- he’d lay  you down

- kissing through it all

- “i’m taking your bra off now”

- worshipping each others bodies

- skipping foreplay

- jaw/neck/shoulder/breast kisses

- which are open mouthed

- him stroking your hair

- slowly entering you

-  you screaming bc it hurts

- “i know it hurts, just hold on baby”

- when he moves its better

- clawing his back

- pulling his/your hair

- “Tate i…i’m cumming i think”

- pounding harder

- until both you cum

- him falling next to you with a goofy smile

- naked cuddles

- “best sex ever Y/N”