Evan Peters As Tate Langdon // American Horror Story // Teeth By 5sos

evan peters as tate langdon // american horror story // teeth by 5sos

I Don’t Share - Kai Anderson

Plot: Reader is the only person who Kai Anderson ever really listened to.

Word count: 1899

Warnings: SMUT, Manipulative reader, Smoking, Blood, Aggressive Sex, Mocking, It’s AHS Cult so it’s gonna be dark, Misogyny

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Daughter of Evil | Sandman Imagine

Summary: The Dream Lord has never seen eye to eye with Trigon’s daughter but one night the tension is too much to bare.

Pairing: Morpheus x Raven! Reader

Author’s note: I just wanted an excuse to use this GIF okay? And yes this has a certain degree of smut

Agilieth was a demon you had to put on check, as the daughter of Trigon and Arabella you were this dark entity that most of the times would get misunderstood.

Yes, your core was what most people would consider evil or deranged but in truth you had risen above your nature, you weren’t here to cause pain and destruction, you were here to protect the world from all the evils you knew.

You had the demon under your control, ready to send him away to Hell and this time make sure he could not resurface.

“Wait Y/N!” You groaned at hearing the voice of the Dream Lord, it was amazing to you how he always showed at the worst times.

“Morpheus, get out of here” you instructed him.

“Agilieth has information I require” he tried to reason with you.

“And you are interfering in my affairs” you groaned, the back and forth with the King of Dreams making you lose your focus and giving Agilieth a window of opportunity to attack you, making you fly out to the other side of the room.

The demon was close to escaping, but as you grew irritated you focused all your power to fulfill your task.

“Azarath Metrion Zinthos!” You exclaimed, your hands turning black as you casted the demon away.

As the mattered was handled you marched to Lord Morpheus grabbing him by the collar, but he didn’t seem happy with you either.

“You know what could’ve happened if Agilieth was on the loose?” You hissed in his face.

“You have no idea what you just did. That demon knew something about my helm” he groaned, you smirked sarcastically.

“Well guess what Lord Morpheus? Your interest mean shit to me” you were breathing heavily in each other’s faces, your hearts were beating loudly and you were inches away from one another, it was impossible for Morpheus not to divert to your lips

Maybe it was impulse or frustration or both things at once, but he kissed you passionately, your body immediately went with the flow of him, matching his heated energy.

When you broke apart Morpheus’ looked perplexed as if he couldn’t grab his head around what just happened.

“I do not-“

“Shut the fuck up” you said, tired of the situation, you didn’t want to think, you just wanted to act and regret later.

This time you were the one who had kissed him but this time around you didn’t put any resistance, both of you committing to the heat and impulse of the moment.

It was an odd but addicting sensation to feel Morpheus’ hands on every inch of your body, ripping your clothes, marking your skin.

As Morpheus had his head buried between your legs you were moaning, surrendering to your ecstasy, looking up there was a cross above your head, it was ironic how you were doing this in a chapel, but committing a deadly sin had never felt so right to you.

Even as you came and the Dream Lord feasted on the taste of you like you were the very elixir of life, you trembled.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined what Morpheus would be like as lover and he did exceed your expectations and wildest dreams.

Normally, you would like to be in control in all aspects of your life, but you couldn’t denied it was thrilling to give the power away and be handled with such expertise and confidence.

Morpheus grabbed you by the ankles, placing you perfectly under him, he lined himself to your entrance and kissed you as he sunk deep inside you, making you tense and cry out of pleasure as you grabbed your arms around his neck and you started meeting his thrust with fervor.

The king of Dreams was in Cloud Nine right now, you felt perfect around him and your sounds of pleasure got him to a wild point, it was as if he just needed more and more.

Cumming inside you was the most sinful yet thrilling act, even the feeling of his seed running down your leg had brought upon you a sense of content almost.

Morpheus followed your every move intently, admiring how you collected your clothes and with all the patience in the world you got dressed.

He couldn’t know for sure, but he could almost swear you were doing this on purpose to lure him and it was working like a damn charm.

The Endless grabbed his arms around your waist softly, kissing your shoulder making you turn to face his blue eyes.

“Will I see you again?” He asked you confused as to where did this leave you in terms of your complex relationship.

“Well if you are eager to see me, you know where to find me” you whispered in his ear and then kissed his lips, he watched as you stood up simply before looking at him.

“It has been a pleasure, Lord Morpheus. And believe me, I don’t say that often” that was the last thing you said before going back to your dimension.

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by the moon & the stars (kai anderson x fem!reader x winter anderson)

warnings: smut, threesome, incest, unprotected sex, breeding, reader receiving, winter receiving (by kai), fingering

notes: if you can read the fic, you can read the warnings :)

“You want me to do what?”

The copious lengths of time you had spent in the company of the younger Anderson siblings had left me immune to most goings-on. You had been subjected to many sights that you never would have imagined otherwise, had been privy to only the most macabre of twisted justice and questionable ideals. Over time the exposure to this side of humanity, the side often shrouded in the shadows of society, created a sort of void that desensitized and left you numb to more than gave you feelings.

But there was nothing that could have prepared you for the words that had floated freely from Kai’s mouth.

“I want you to be the vessel for my Messiah.”

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hi! ive been super down lately and was wondering if you could write some comfort cuddles w tate (i also love little spoon tate so do w that info what u will)!! ur fics abt him always make me feel so safe and happy <3

I hope that this brings you some peace, I’m so glad you enjoy my fics <3 also I’m sorry, I’m not very good with verbal affection so I just tried to depict it instead lmao

wordcount: 584 warnings: slight mention of mental health, otherwise none

He was already half asleep by the time you crept into the dimly lit room, one of his eyes cracking lazily open to survey you softly shut the door behind you and walk quietly to the large bed he lay on. The house was utterly still, a rare occurrence, and the tranquil essence of the air put a small smile on your face as you made your way around the bed, kneeling carefully on the mattress, trying not to rouse Tate’s stated form.

You shuffled closer, trying not to disturb the bedcovers as you lowered yourself onto your side, pressing your chest to the warm planes of Tate’s back before rising up on one elbow to fold the soft quilt laying by your feet over the both of you. One of your arms came to wrap around his waist whilst the other folded beneath your head, your deep sigh of content warm through the thin shirt Tate wore, caressing the already sleep mellowed skin beneath. His hand, large and warm, fell onto the one you had clutched onto the front of his shirt, prying your fingers away from the soft material and threading his own through yours instead. You brought your head up, nuzzling the side of your face into his upper back, your cheek squishing against his warmth. Sleep always came easily when you had Tate in your arms, the rising and falling of his chest beneath your joined hands evening out, lulling you into that blissful state, caught halfway between slumber and clinging onto what was left of the day, content to rest in a warm daze. A small noise cracked from Tate as his weight shifted, his shoulder pressing into your embrace and forcing you to shift as he turned onto his back. Your exhaled sigh was warm in your nostrils as Tate settled once more, the small conscious part of him reaching around your frame with one arm and pulling you into him once more, your entwined hands coming to rest on his chest, your head settling into the crook of his shoulder, sleep smothering the two of you as soon as you had melted into one another once more. There was something about Tate. Something that quelled even the most tumultuous emotions that often roiled through you, sometimes threatening to pull you under and leave you struggling to kick your way back above the surface. He was the air that awaited you above the dark waves, the hand that reached out to take your outstretched one, tugging you back into the open air. And so sleep came easily, embracing you into its softness, any dark thought kept at bay by Tate, his presence by your side unfaltering, even through the darkest hours of the night.  You were roused once again several hours later by his warm hand hooking under the back of your knee, pulling gently but with persistence and repositioning your body atop his, chest to chest, your cheek hot as it pressed into his front, one of your legs reaching downwards to tangle with his, the other remaining draped across his torso. Your weight was a comfort to Tate, the two of your bodies seeming to fuse together as the night continued to roll on, giving way to morning who reached it’s light in through the windows, spilling into the room and illuminating your entwined forms, clasped in each others arms with the same ardour as you had clung to each other when sleep had found you. 

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Gardening

❀ In which you and post-death Kyle decide to try gardening together ❀

idea credits —–> @cleanup-aisle5 (we were very excited about this one) word count: 2400

“Kyle.” You sang as you kicked your front door shut behind you, slinging off your jacket and hanging it up before venturing into your house in search of your beloved boy. “Ky?” You called, looking in the kitchen and the living room before calling his name up the stairs. At the sound of his name of your lips, his fluffy head of golden hair flashed in the dim light as he poked his head over the banister before bounding down the stairs, his grin growing as he got closer to you. He tackled you with a hug, your feet lifting off the group as he squeezed you excitedly, muttering in your ear. Laughing, you shook him off. “Kyle, I’ve only been gone for an hour!” Pulling his face to you, you managed to land a kiss on his lips as he shifted on his feet excitedly. “And, look what I got for you.” You said, your hand going into the back pocket of your jeans and pulling out the little packets you had hidden there. Kyle tried to peer around your body to see what you held in your hand but you raised a finger at him as you gathered up the gift you had gotten your boyfriend in one hand. With a flourish, you produced what you were holding, grinning as Kyle scrutinised the objects with an inquisitive frown. “Seeds!” You chirped, letting Kyle take them from you. He snapped his head up to yours excitedly, eyes bright. “Seeds.” He echoed. “For gardening!” “Yes, for gardening!” You gushed, his excitement rubbing off on you as you took the packets of seeds from is hand and showed each one to him as you rifled through them. “Look. I got us daffodils, tulips, pansies…” you listed the different seeds off to him. “And your favourite… marigolds!” Kyle snatched the little packet from your hand at the mention of his favourite flower, gazing at the picture of the yellow flower on the front fondly. He had fallen in love with the flower after you had bought him a little bunch several months ago as they reminded you of his hair, fluffy and golden. “We can plant them tomorrow.” You promised. “The sun is supposed to be out and it’s kinda late now anyways.” You explained as you handed the rest of the seeds to Kyle, who held them carefully in his large hands.

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