Sinner Adam!

Sinner Adam!

who knows maybe he will reappear in the show (I hope so, he's one of my favs!).

Can we request more?? Just asking.... THAT WAS FRIKKING AMAZING❤️✨🤩

Hi! I love your writing, can you please do how your first fight with the boys from AHS please? Like the reason why you fight and whatever else you think would be good? Thanks xx

troubled lovers//the ahs boys

pairings; fem reader with tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer, jimmy darling, james patrick march, tristan duffy, dandy mott, rudolph valentino, and michael langdon.

rating; potentially pg13

warnings; mentions of murder, alcohol abuse, drug use, and slight harsh language

tate langdon;

• It was you suddenly remembering what he did. And those horrible memories made you terribly uncomfortable whenever the thought of them happening again crept in. You forced yourself to interrogate him and ask why he did what he did

• Hates screaming, hates shouting, hates the whole lot

• He’ll get so frustrated to the point he’s tempted to rip his own hair own

• Passes out in you’re arms from the exhaustion of crying

• He makes himself psychically ill seeing as he cries way too hard and simply won’t stop

kit walker;

• I hope you’re expecting him apologising to you every other second of the day, because that’s just what the poor love does

• His Mom and Dad never got along when he was a kid, so he always feared raising his voice to anyone growing up

• You began to rant about something that was completely out of Kit’s control. His work hours. You felt like you never got to see him anymore and it finally pushed you over the edge

• He can’t help but defend himself in this situation. It’s something he can only try to fix but there’s no promising that he can convince his boss to stop the night shifts completely

• Even if it’s a screaming match, Kit REFUSES to say anything rude about you’re image, how you are, and you in general

kyle spencer;

• Kyle is terrified of fighting with anyone. He hates the atmosphere after all those horrible harsh words are said

• You grew tired of Kyle refusing to do anything he isn’t fond of doing. Not anything major, but more like things that a person simply just needs to get through in life. If it was something extreme he didn’t like, obviously you know there’s boundaries

• He can’t go to sleep until he knows you’re not mad at him anymore

• You feel like slapping yourself the minute you see tears trickling down his cheeks

• Lots of hugs and kisses after everything’s okay again

jimmy darling;

• You can’t put up with his non stop drinking. You practically stay up all night worried sick when he hasn’t arrived back home safe

• You’re so pissed if he’s that drunk he can’t leave his trailer because he’s unable to step away from the toilet without vomiting five minutes afterwards

• Even if it’s one little snide comment, if Jimmy feels anything is directed at him, he’s the one to turn it into a full blown argument

• He’d never put his hands on you. Hell no. But Jimmy tends to say a lot of things he ends up regretting

• You kick him out the trailer for about a day or two and that’s enough to make him grovel on his knees for you

james patrick march;

• He finally snapped after you admitted that you would still like to be alive as of now, and didn’t like the fact that James wanted you to take you’re life so you could be with him in the Cortez. You just weren’t ready yet

• If you flinch in any sort of way during the argument, the temptation of bursting into tears hits James hard

• He could never allow himself to put his hands on you in the wrong sort of way. Let alone leave any marks. He may have been a man who had good skills when it came to narcissism and manipulation, but he simply would never bring himself to hit a woman

• You storm off to bed, leaving James just sat there, slowly sipping on whatever beverage he currently had. And when he finally thought about what had just happened, he’d begin to sob with his head in his hands

• He’d come running back to you, apologising a million times. He knows you’ll always be loyal to him. So all you do is tell James that when the right time comes around, you’ll take you’re last breath in the Cortez, and spend the rest of eternity with you’re beloved

tristan duffy;

• He got real pissed at you when he finally noticed how close you were being with the rest of the male ghosts at the hotel. You yourself knew that it would annoy him, but you didn’t care. You felt so greedy when it came to the other men that roamed the halls of the Cortez. And unfortunately, Tristan was the one to suffer from it

• Whatever you do, don’t make ANY insensitive comments about him and his past drug use. It deeply hurts him inside and makes him feel like a total waste of space

• He sees the influence these other guys have on you, to the point it begins to terrify him

• Tristan loves you and everything you do. He truly admires you, and the thought of losing you to some sad fucker like Donovan makes him go crazy

• You realise that in the end, you were just being a total bitch. And you hated the fact that it took Tristan to eventually hit breaking point for you to see that

dandy mott;

• Y’all, it’s Dandy. THE MFN KING OF ARGUMENTS FOR GOD SAKE

• He isn’t satisfied when you tell him that you’re going out with you’re friends for the night. In fact, he knows how bored he’ll be, and he simply won’t allow it

• Literally begs you not to leave and swears he’ll take you out somewhere fancy, just don’t leave him by himself at all..

• He kicks up a stink and rants, and rants, AND RANTS..

• You grow tired of this so instead of leaving to stop him hurting you’re ears, you just take him out for ice cream lol

rudolph valentino;

• You guys NEVER fight. Like never fr. Never have, never will!

michael langdon;

• You try not to start a fight with Michael seeing as his past was a bit fucked up, but you’re the kind of girl who takes no one’s shit 💀

• You were really close with some of the witches, and after finding out Michael killed half of them? UH UH..

• You don’t wanna be like Constance here but you feel he NEEDS to know the kind of shit he’s done. Like you won’t stand for it at all. You couldn’t care less if you’re boyfriend was the Antichrist..

• You’re even more upset at him that this has rocked the boat with the rest of the witches and you’re the one they all keep throwing these comments at. Michael knew better than to put this on you..

• He tries to keep you out of the situation and knows he can’t hurt you. Even if one bit of anger is tempting enough for him to put you in any sort of danger, he can’t. Not you. You could be angry at him for all eternity and he’d still be madly in love with you. His people were annoyed by the fact that even the Antichrist could fall in love, he wasn’t supposed to, but this was the one thing Michael couldn’t control

HEY THERE! ITS BEEN A WHILE.

How are yall, i think i will start write again because i have a new story for Bob so, just wanted to let you know if you are all Interested, anyway i hope you passed a good day, and good night yall.

HOW THE HELL DID YOU DRAW THAT GOOD!! LIKE WOOOOOO LIKE JWNDJKANSJDJS😍😍😍🤩🤩🤌🏻🤌🏻✨✨✨

look at my elvis tho, pretty boy <3

HOLY MOLY WHAT A READ

I WANT MORE

TEACHER.

——————✩———————————-

prompt : Elvis teaches you how to slow dance.

warnings : (M) smut - filth. 18+. slow burn teasing, body worshipping. fingering. no penetrating, just e worshipping you.

✩.

As you looked at yourself in your new dress in the mirror, you sighed contently. Hours upon hours of going to all the top fancy dress stores in your area seemed to take a toll on your mind. You didn’t know how the topic even came up but you had told your friend Elvis that you’ve never slow danced, or even danced rather, in your lifetime. Somehow that ended up in the man inviting you to meet him up at Graceland for private lessons. Private. That was the thing running through your head the most, your heart always quickened when you took the time to think about it. It wasn’t any secret to your friends that ever since you met Elvis years ago, you fell in love with his charm instantly, among every other girl. You always managed to suppress yourself, you were never alone alone with him but now - now you were preparing yourself to being way closer to him than you ever imagined.

You sighed once more, trying your best to convince yourself that you had more self control than you give yourself credit for. You hoped, anyway. You shook your head at your reflection in the mirror, smoothing out the soft material of your dress and prepared yourself for the unavoidable. You caught a cab in a hurry, letting your heels take you up to the long porch. You took a breath before raising your hand up to knock on the door only to be met with Elvis in front of you. He wasn’t wearing anything fancy - just a black button down shirt with his chest on full display, and a pair of dress pants to match, but he still looked good.

It was way worse that you were practically matching, feeling tiny as his eyes drifted down your frame, how your dress hugged all the divined areas. “C.. Come on in, darlin’.” His lips curled up into a sly smile - a little too ready for the night to come. Especially when you wore a dress that left everything to his imagination alone. And oh, was his mind working in all the wrong ways as he trailed slower this time up and down, orbs never leaving as you finally stepped inside.

He slipped your hand in his, leading you to the grand living room that had been dimmed, candles lit around the room. You assumed it was only to set the mood - how naive you were. With your hands still connected, he pulled your body closer to him, his eyes absorbing your every feature, every freckle, the beautiful shade of your eyes. “Didn’t expect ya to dress up, baby.” He trailed on, a steady finger tracing circles around your hips making your breath hitch right there in your throat.

“I just pulled this number out of my closet. Stuffed in the back, for uh, for some reason.” Your voice was shaken, unsure of the lie you had just spoken from your lips. The dress definitely didn’t look like it had been just simply stuffed in your closet, it had been pressed, steamed, fit to your curves sharply. Rather he believed such obvious lies was beyond you, his face was hard to study as he peeled his eyes away from your body and into your sparkled orbs. He was silent, accessing the moment before only letting out only a small hum from the bottom of his rasped out throat.

“Let’s not keep it bunched up in the back, doll. Fits too good.” He finally spoke, his voice just as deep as his hum that he let out only moments before. You were startled at first when he turned your body around, pressing your smaller figure into his chest. You cleared your throat at the contact, confused as to why you had to be turned in the first place but you were too frozen to point out otherwise.

“Now first..” His breath was hot against your skin, his hands ghosting up your curves to softly grab onto your hips with ease. “You gotta’ get yourself in the swayin’ of the music.” He freed one hand from your hip, starting the classical record he already set for the evening, his hand moving to its rightful spot again. His hands guided your hips to match his own, back and fourth agonizingly slow, his fingers wrapping so tightly around you - as if you were fragile and he just couldn’t break you.

You opened your mouth to protest his actions, your lips slamming shut as he pressed you closer to his body, leaving you speechless at the wake. His hands ghosting up and down your figure before grabbing your hips once more to spin you around so you were now facing him. Fingers ghosted up your arm to eventually intertwine your hands, him pulling your arm up so both of your hands were in the air, his other arm wrapped securely around your waist. He pulled you closer again by your waist, his grip tighter but still firm.

“Then.. ya just connect the movements.” You looked anywhere but his eyes, you knew that as soon as the contact of your orbs hit, you’d be in danger. Lucky for the moment he didn’t seem to care or notice. He let out a chuckle, he noticed. “Like this, doll.” He instructed, guiding your hips again as they swayed only a tad bit faster from the set pace before. He reached out for your other arm, making you wrap it around his neck and used the swift motion to only pull you closer, your chest practically suffocated by his, you were sure a boob was threatening to spill but you had no power to look down unless you wanted to see what you shouldn’t.

“Ya kinda have’ta look at your dance partner, though, baby.” Elvis purred, his hand freeing from your waist to tilt your head up so the gaze was returned. “There’s that pretty girl.” His lips curled into a smirk, arm flying back around your lower waist. You were surprised you hadn’t stepped on his feet yet in your clumsy state, letting his own movements guide you when it came to what you couldn’t see. “Good girl.. learnin’ so well.” He hummed against the shell of your ear, a shiver running through your body at the name before his arm detached from your waist. He acted as if he hadn’t said anything wrong, like it was second-hand nature to just go around calling his friends intimate names countless times, only humming again as he opened his mouth to speak again.

“Now. This is called a twirl. You’re gonna’ have’ta trust me on this one.” He snickered, letting him grab ahold of your waist again with his free hand, starting to shift your hips away from him. You let his movements send you flying, his hand that was holding yours with a white-knuckle tight grip caught you as you detached from his body, pulling you back into him. The smirk never left his lips the whole time, you could just tell he was enjoying this more than he thought he was - you definitely were. “Now.. Ima dip ya’” He cooed lowly, his hands grabbing ahold to both your hips now to dip you down in front of him, circling your hips in his palms as you came back up to snap closer to his face, his lips rather.

You swallowed a breath as nervousness hitched in your throat. He didn’t dare to move from this position, instead moving his thumb steadily across your glossed bottom lip. “Y’know, doll. For someone who doesn’t know how’ta slow dance, you’re sure movin’ like a natural.” He muttered, his lips only centimeters away as he moved so slowly to eliminate the gap. His lips hooked onto yours in a sloppy but thoughtful kiss, as if he’d been waiting this whole time to do such an action. He pulled away reluctantly only after a few seconds, your bottom lip slipping from his as he looked down at you, his arms fully secured around your waist.

“Been’ waitin to do that since the moment ya walked in.” The raven-haired man mumbled against you, his voice low and his eyes glossed over with only an emotion you remembered to be lust. You were sure your eyes showed the same, you never had been one to hide when you’re in that mood. An emotion that was never verbally spoken, his hands untying themselves from your waist, a smirk popped on his lips at your wanting eyes shining up to him with worry. “Does the pretty lil’ doll want somethin’?” He teased, knowing exactly what you wanted but he’d rather you say it after such a night filled with unspoken desire.

You were motionless until now, pulling him into you by his shirt collar, his eyes wide at your sudden action as your lips slid back together with ease in a desperate filled kiss, wanting nothing more than to feel what he wanted to do to you all this time. “This. I want all of you, E.” Was all you could muster before he let his bubbled desire reach the surface, grabbing you by your inner thighs and lifting you so you were prompted around his waist. You had no idea how such a lesson ended up with you desperately locking your lips on his, pulling at his shift as if it was the only obstacle in your way, breathing against his lips as they parted yours for only a second more. His hands never left your body as he led the two of you upstairs to his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him before moving you almost instantly on the silky bed. He pulled away to look at you as you laid below him, lips plumped and swollen red, shared spit running down your chin. You looked sinful, a smirk slipping onto his lips as he continued to admire your messy state. Never did he believe he actually would’ve been able to act upon his attraction, yet here he was, too stunned that he didn’t know where to start.

His fingers smoothed across the material of your dress, taking his time to smooth up the pattern dawning your boobs and the same down to your hips. “You really are a pretty lil’ thing, ain’t ya?” He smirked down at your body, snaking his hands behind your back in order to slip the zipper down, watching as the material got baggy around you before slipping it completely off. He swiped it onto the floor, taking in your appearance for the millionth time that night with hungry orbs. You couldn’t reply to his actions, just as starstruck as him that he somehow managed to get you in his bed in such a vulnerable looking state, but you weren’t one to ever complain.

He wasted no time anymore, sliding your underwear and unclapsing your bra with ease, discarding them both on the floor with your dress. His hands smoothed up your sides, dipping his knee on the bed to fit right between your legs, cooing as his hand started to trail up your inner thighs, dangerously close to where you now needed him the most. “Elvis..” You hummed under your breath making him quirk a sneaky brow up in your direction above him, a chuckle reaching his lips.

“What, doll? You wan’ be touched..” He trailed off, a finger pressing softly against your clit, his chuckle deepening in value as you squirmed beneath him. “Here?” He purred. You frantically nodded, making him submit and finally give you what you wanted, his hands gripping at both your thighs to prompt them on his shoulders, his hot breath gazing your pooling heat. He gave in just as easy, his tongue getting to work almost immediately.

His tongue seemed to fit perfectly into you like a glove, the tip flicking your clit slowly. His fingers started to trace your glisten before pushing themselves into you, a gasp escaping your lips at the action. Your hand flew up to tangle into his ravened hair, eliciting a sinful moan as the vibrations hummed against you. His fingers started the most sinful of paces, curling up into you as he swallowed your whines as they slid out like an angelic chorus, almost pure music to his ears.

Your ears started to ring as he managed to push a third finger inside, stretching you out completely which left you completely at his mercy. His pace somehow managed to pick up speed that had proven to be ungodly at this point in the night making you tighten up around his fingers, a groan slipping his lips. You mewled at his actions, arms swiping down to grip at his hand in a lame attempt to stop him only for him to use it against you as a way to move faster inside of you.

“Elvis!” You gasped out, letting your hand slip off of his wrist, gripping the silked sheets below. Your knuckles had been white due to clinging on for dear life, his body lifting so he was hovering over you. “Feel good, doll? Look so pretty like this..” He moaned in your ear, your teeth sinking down into your bottom lip with a slight nod to his question. He knew you were close, even when he didn’t know the way of your body yet. You let yourself go with a weak whimper, him intently watching as your release started to coat your fingers. He swore he could do the same at the sight, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead to take you back down to earth.

“And here I thought you couldn’t get any prettier, lil baby.” He cooed, bringing his three fingers up to his mouth and desperately started to swipe his tongue at your wetness. You were numb at his words, only finding the energy to muster up the smallest smile that made his heart itch in his chest.

You didn’t have many thoughts but you only had one that bubbled to the surface - you were definitely going to become a teacher’s pet.

————————–✩————————–

A/N : can do a pt 2 eventually if wanted 👀

tag list : @gvnchhy @austinbutler4life @re3kin @goldenmarygio @theinvisiblecapricorn @mrs-butler @amiets2 @itstylersblog @the-internet-ruined-me1 @djconde58 @lusheclectica @antiquedaisies @karamelcoveredolicity @cchl @velov4mpir3 @adoreyouusugar @eliseinmemphis @dacreshoney @mevincentvega @reibeyondherheart @aerangi @soarocks @excepti0nalzed @fxntxsix @poppet05 @ilovemuppets @anni-secret-account-75 @marvin-falseheteros @willowrites @b-bradshaw @cosmorant @swimregulas @shrekstheloml @queen-multi-fandoms @kayla-mariieee @notthegemini @bella-law @datsavageavenger @navia3000 @madilynnk @aliceforbes @magnumstyles

List of what i want and won't write:

Will

Fluff

Sadness

Smut

Love

Plus 18+

All carachters will be 18+

Yandere x...

Will write carachters

I accept request

The ones that im obsessed in that period like:

Bob velseb

Joel from the last of us

...

Won't

Kink piss/poop/vomit/gore

Gore

Rape

Pedophile

Minors

All kind of brutality

HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE! ✨❤️I hope you are passing some very good festivity and Im sorry if i been inactive for long.

I Will add step by step if i forgot something but this is my list!

Now im ready to re-start write, so be prepared and be happy❤️

Love you with all of my heart and thank you for the support! 🌹