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Dangerously in Love?!? So good I honestly love yandere fics. I usually see the character being a yandere so seeing the reader as one instead is very……. intriguing. Maybe a second part?

feel like y'all haven't caught the drift that this is actually a story yet but oh well.

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Warnings: Yandere, Kai Anderson, Obsession, Stalking, Self-harm, Knives. guns, yada yada, Cults etc. Smut?

"So, you think I'm dangerous?" "Very." We locked eyes for a moment, and I could feel my skin get hotter the longer he held his finger in mine. "I want your help permanently." I looked up at him feeling some sense of relief that I was needed by the man whose attention I had craved for so long. "Anything. What is it sir?" He smirked at the name once again before bringing my hand up to his lips and leaving a small kiss on my pinky before letting it go. "You'll be my wife. What normal city councilman and Senator doesn't have a wife?" I looked at him in awe, had God heard my prayers? My eyes lit up with excitement, words coming before my thoughts.  "Of course!" He smiled at me leaning towards me his lips near mine making my already soaked panties even wetter. "Are you a virgin?" I felt my temperature rise before I nodded. "I can tell." I looked at him questioning what he meant, as if he had infiltrated my thoughts, he spoke in a matter of fact type tone, "Virgins get horny over everything Mrs. Anderson. I'll be sure to fix that." I gulped rather harshly questioning what he meant by that. He pressed his lips on mine for a mere two seconds before pulling away and standing up. "Come here baby." I felt my heart flutter at his words as I walked over to him, his hands snaked around my waist and wrap on my somewhat exposed ass from the little shorts I'm wearing. I felt him place a harsh smack on one of the cheeks making me whimper in pain. "You wore such slutty clothes out in public baby." I looked up at him, "I wore it for you." He smiled down at me fondly, "I know baby." His hand ran soothing circles on the somewhat still sore cheek. "Take em off." I looked at him and started to pull the shorts off. "You're so obedient for me." I felt his hand trail down to my soaked panties as he started rolling his middle and ring finger in a circular motion on my clit. My head dropped down against his chest. "You're so wet." I nodded against his chest still moaning and whining. "Please, I'm so close..." right before I could cum, another woman walks in. She has a young boy by her side, and she has brown hair. I quickly pull up my shorts as she covers the boy's eyes. "Divine Ruler, the others have arrived." I shot her a glare as the boy, I'm assuming is her son, calls Kai daddy. "It's okay, he's not mine." I looked at Kai and nodded. "Ally, get Winter to show her to my room, she'll wait there. Won't she?" I nodded eagerly before following the woman named Ally. "And don't finish what we started without me Mrs. Anderson." I giggled softly to myself at the name before facing him and doing a fake salute, "Yes, Mr. Anderson." After about an hour of being in his room I decided to lay down, questioning how long it would take. I heard the patter of child feet. I never really liked kids to be honest. "Why are you here?" He asked in a snarky tone making me look at him, "Same reason you're here kid." "My name is Ozymandias" I looked at him and chuckled. "Your parents must hate you." "No actually, I love my moms and they love me." I looked at him, I knew that Ally girl was gay. "Oh, I see." He nodded, "Well, Oz- Ozyman- Oz. Why are you here?" He looked at me and sat beside me. "I want my daddy." I looked at him and chuckled, "Ironic, I want your daddy too." He looked at me and smiled, "He's your daddy too?" I damn near lost it, I had laughed so loud that I hadn't even heard Kai come in, "No sweetheart, he's not my daddy." Oz just nodded at me. I heard Kai's voice suddenly, "Well, I was going to say you could introduce yourself to my friends, but it appears you found something to do." I jumped up excitedly. "No! I wanna go!" He just walked out, so I took the reaction as a cue to follow him, he stopped at his basement door. "Once you step in, you can't exactly leave." I walked into it excitedly but once I seen what was inside my heart sank. What. The. Fuck.

Part one

who wants to be tagged in part three?

I cried

Forgive Me

Kit Walker

Warnings: Briarcliff punishments, blood, typical Asylum stuff, near death

a/n: not proofread, but this was fun to write I hope you like it anon!!

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You and Kit had an obvious relationship, whether it was romantic or not no one knew for sure. But the two of you were always together, going everything with the other, looking out for each other — it wasn’t that hard to tell. And so when Kit made the mistake of stealing the alcohol from Dr. Arden’s office that he saw one time while being his medical rat, Sister Jude had no hesitation in deciding his perfect punishment in which Dr. Arden himself suggested.

Kit was in his cell as were you in yours across from him. Guards had taken you both, ordered by Jude herself. Kit knew he was in for it, but he didn’t understand why they had brought you as well. It angered him, to say the least. He was banging on the door, yelling for someone to answer him.

“Kit..” you sighed. You weren’t sure either. Neither of you would’ve guessed they’d use you against the other. You knew the others caught on to your fancying of each other but what Jude and Arden had in store for you never would’ve crossed your mind. “Kit you’re only going to anger them more. Calm down.” You pleaded with him, looking through the bars of your window on the cell door just barely able to see Kit who was now gripping the bars on his.

“Hey, listen to me ova here!” He yelled at one of the guards that walked past, catching his attention and backtracking his steps to the front of Kits closed door. Surprised that someone finally acknowledged him, Kit was at a loss for words for a moment.

“What do you want?” The guard spat at him, Kits face furrowing in anger again.

“Why did ya bring her back with me? She had nothing to do with my mistake!” Kit yelled, but was only met with a snicker. You watched silently out the window, also curious but knowing better than to make a scene like Kit. You wanted him to stop. Surely they brought you back thinking you shared with him when the truth is you had no idea he even stole it. Kit never told you of his wrongdoings. You did your best to stay on the low in this place and Kit respected that. You wouldn’t even take the bread he’d stole for the both of you, knowing better than to even share with the possibility of being caught. Sister Mary Eunice even called you the angel patient and you wanted to live up to the name in hopes of getting out one day.

Kit on the other hand stole and disobeyed rules often. He always would state that he could take the beating, that it never bothered him. Even when you would tend to his obvious deep wounds and when he could barely move from pain. It never changed his mind and when he was well he was right back to his cleverness. You worried deeply about his well-being, and that one day they’d take it too far or that they would finally have had enough and put and end to his life for their own enjoyment. You’d always plead with him, which led to the agreement that he’d not tell or involve you in his schemes and you’d never ask. It worked well for you both.

But this time, it was Arden’s belongings and considering it was alcohol and this place was supposed to a no alcohol ground in the name of God, it was Arden that was angry. And considering he wanted to take Kit and use him for his own experiments and Jude wouldn’t stand for it, the next best thing he could think of to really hit Kit where it hurt, was by using you against him.

“You’re a stupid one, know that? Everyone in this place knows exactly what’s going to happen. Think about it, Walker. Where would Jude be able to hit you where it hurt the most?” You listened quietly and since you couldn’t see the man’s face you focused on Kits that turned from confusion to shock and realization, his eyes flickering to you as he stood wide eyed. Your eyebrows shoot up as you were still confused but he understood. You shook your head and mouthed a ‘what’ to him, quickly taking a step back from the door when the guard turned to face you now. “She’s pretty. We all see why you’re into her. May be unrecognizable after today.” He snickered once again, patting your cell door as we walked past it and left.

His words stuck with you. What did he mean? What was going on? You quickly went to your window and looked out at Kit who was practically staring off into space deep in thought. “Kit? What is it? What was he talking about?”

His eyes didn’t meet yours.

“Kit please, what?” You begged, your heart thumping so loudly it surely everyone on the floor could hear it.

“It’s you.” He stated, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Finally, he looked at you. Your eyes pleading for further answers. “You’re how they’re gonna punish me.”

And finally it hit you. A gasp left from your mouth and you held onto the bar tighter to prevent yourself from stumbling. The guards words made sense now. Of course they would use you against Kit. He’s been punished so much and nothing has ever stopped him. They knew by punishing you physically it would punish him mentally. They believe doing so would keep him in his place. They were so fucking smart, it drove you mad.

“Oh God, Kit..” you shook your head desperately. “I’ve never taken a beating here! I’ve been so good!” Tears formed in your eyes as the fear consumed you. You understood their intentions but how could they do this to you? You were an Angel. It’s not fair.

“I’m so sorry” you barely heard Kits voice through your racing mind, but you managed to look at him and allow yourself to calm down as much as you could. You were visibly crying, but you could tell how much despair Kit felt. “I should’ve neva stole from Arden. This has to be his doings. I embarrassed him.” Kit ran his hand through his dark hair as he contemplated ways of stopping it. He knew he could take the beatings, that’s why he never stopped breaking the rules. But you? You were fragile. You were a woman, for godsake. “I’ll figure something out y/n I swear I’ll get you outta this. They won’t lay a hand on you.” He now looked you in the eyes, you could see how troubled he was at this moment in time, how desperate he was for any way to fix this. It hurt your heart. You knew this would eat him alive.

“No.” You finally spoke and he looked at you in confusion once again.

“What do you mean n-“

“I mean no. You won’t figure this out because if you try they will only use it against you.” You took a deep shaky breath before continuing. “We have to let it happen.” You nodded and Kit looked at you like he’d just seen you swallow a man.

“Are you crazy?”

“Think about it, if we walk in there with strong faces and we deal with what’s to come — they won’t break us. Maybe it’ll intimidate them. Kit we can’t let them break us. We have to let them do this.” You nodded. It made your stomach ache and your head throb at knowing you were about to take in the worst beating of your life, but you weren’t going to let them win. You weren’t going to let them break Kit’s spirit. “And afterwards, we will go in as if nothing happened. Kit look at me.” You begged him when you realized he was looking anywhere but. It took a moment but finally his eyes met yours again and you gave him as reassuring smile as you could. “It’s okay. I’ll be alright. You have to promise not to do anything stupid. Please?” The small plead came out in a whisper and you could tell Kit wanted to object, but he held himself together and after some time, he finally nodded.

The next hour was full of tension. You did your best to direct conversation anywhere but on what was to come, to no real avail. Kits head was spinning at the thought of his mistake being taken out on you. That you were going to feel the wrath and not him. He was already so angry at himself and it hadn’t even happened yet. You could see it in his face and all you could do was try to make him understand that you would never blame him or be angry with him. You spoke of what the two of you should do next week, so he’d understand that there would still be a next week with you by his side. This wasn’t the end of you and Kit like Kit believed it would be. But without being able to physically touch him, hug him and reassure him, your words had no real effect on him. You also spent the hour preparing yourself. How you would stand strong and fearless in the eyes of your superiors here. It wasn’t going to be easy, but you were going to try.

Next you knew, your cells were being opened and you were both being dragged out and down the halls. Kit couldn’t control himself as he yelled and cursed at everyone he could trying so hard to stop it but again, to no avail. You were brought into Arden’s office, a change from Kit’s previous punishments. You all the while stayed as silent as you could and kept your head high only looking at Kit with pleading eyes when you could.

“What is this? Why’re we here and not your office?” Kit questioned Jude when she and Arden stepped into view, standing in front of you both. They only wore a smile.

“Decided we should try something new. You’re no stranger to breaking rules, Kit.” Jude started, walking closer to you. “I truly hope this will bring your awful behavior to an end.”

You kept your eyes on Kit, avoiding Jude’s face. You were scared it would crush you and you wanted to take it like a woman.

“You will watch as y/n is punished for your mistakes, and you will sit and think about it. You will not be able to forget the pain you caused her and will, hopefully, think about it before stealing another item from anyone.”

“You’re a monster.” You spat at Jude, only to feel a sudden stinging of your cheek from a harsh slap by Jude herself. Kit attempted to launch himself at Jude, but was held in place by the guard still standing behind you both.

You looked back at her and her eyes were cold while piercing into you. “Let’s not make this harder than it has to be, yeah?” She whispered out, turning to face Arden a second after. You regained your position, your breath shaky and avoided looking at Kit.

“Go on then. Get it over with.” Jude didn’t even acknowledge your words, only taking the whip from Arden who stood back, a smirk placed on his lips. If only you could tear his lips from his face, you thought.

“This is a special whip of mine,” Jude smiled turning back to face you and bringing it closer. Once in view, you were able to see the thorn-like material. It wouldn’t only slap into your skin, it would pierce it. “I don’t use it often, but I feel it… appropriate… for this punishment.” Your lip quivered at her words and the thoughts but you quickly but into your inner cheek to advert your mind.

“Oh come on!” Kit cried out. He wanted to do more but he was so limited. It was physically hurting him that he couldn’t save you. “Y’can’t go easy on her at all? She didn’t do anything!”

“No! I can’t!” Jude approached him quickly, angrily. “This is on you! Do you think I enjoy hurting the innocent? I do not! You have only yourself to thank for this.” She was so close to his face, her small figure nothing to his but holding all the power. “Strip her.” She demanded next; the guards immediately coming to you and ridding you of your suit. You attempted fighting it, but you were no match to the two men.

You now stood bare, only your undergarments on. Though it wasn’t important, you quickly grew insecure of being exposed like this to Kit.

“Move to the desk, place your hands on it and bend yourself forward.” Jude demanded with ease, her words flowing smoothly. It’s what she had everyone do for punishment. You stood for a moment, glancing over to Kit once more before he would be out of your view, then following her demands. Your legs felt like jello as you took the stance, feeling as if they’d give out at any second but doing your best to keep yourself up.

You couldn’t see Jude anymore, the only human in your view Dr. Arden who watched happily.

“25 hits, and this will be over.” Jude reassured like it would make it any better.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you sucked in a breath as you readied yourself for the first smack. Kit began pleading more and you almost looked back at him when you felt the first strike of the thorned leather strip pierce your back, letting out a loud gasp. The pain was indescribable. You were jolted forward by the force and an attempt to push yourself farther between you and Jude. You even felt as she pulled the whip back, the thorn pieces pulling from the skin they were imbedded in. You tried to catch your breath, your ears ringing and muffling the sound of Kit’s pleas, but immediately another strike followed and you jolted forward again gripping the desk now as you cried out. The second strike caused you so much more pain than the first.

“Turn away Kit! Close your eyes, please don’t watch this” you cried out to him before another strike made you cry out in pain.

You quickly zoned into the feeling of a trickle down your back and into your thighs. You were already bleeding.

Strike

Strike

Strike

Jude didn’t ease up or slow down, maintaining a perfect rhythm of whips on you. You couldn’t control the cries that escaped your mouth, your knees buckling and bringing you to the floor only for guards to grab you and hike you back up and hold you in place. Each strike causing your mind to go numb, likely in an attempt to block out the trauma happening to your body.

“Stop it! Ya have to stop! She can’t take anymore! Please, m’sorry for what I did! Just stop!” Kit cried out, fighting against the guard holding him as hard as he could. He watched as your back was tore up more and more, pouring blood from each wound. You couldn’t even hold your head up anymore and by the 22nd strike, you were barely conscious and the only thing keeping you upright were the men holding you. “Look at her, Jude! You’re gonna kill her!”

Kit’s words were squeaking, all the previous yelling finally causing his voice to grow hoarse and nearly gone. It didn’t stop him from trying though.

Jude looked at him, then at the bloodied mess of your back. Your blood had spit at her with every con thing strike she’d made, landing on her face and in her clothing. She only stood thinking for a moment before looking at Arden who gave her a nod. She knew Kit was right, you were already losing to much blood. But, she said what she said. She had to continue.

“We’re in Dr. Arden’s office for a reason.” Jude said slowly, Kit’s eyes nearly popping from his head when he realized she was going to continue. And so she did. “Forgive me, father.”

“No! Don’t do it, please!”

She ignored him and raised her whip above her head and lowered it hard onto your skin again. You felt the stinging and the pain, but you didn’t have the energy anymore. The last 2 we’re quick, next thing you knew you were laying face down in a bed.

Your head lifted the best it could with the little energy you had, wincing at the pain that coursed through your backside from using your back muscles. There was a machine next you, following the long tube finding it connected to an IV that was in your arm. You realized the red liquid was blood that was being transfused into you. Your cloudy mind fell back into the previous instance and remembering what had happened. You don’t remember it ending, you don’t remember being brought here. You just remember the horrible pain you felt.

“Hey, suga…” you turned your head the other way hearing a light voice next to you, almost scaring you before your eyes landed on Kits. They were swollen and bloodshot from crying, and they looked at you with so much pain and sorrow. Though yours lit right up at seeing him, a smile forming on your lips.

“Kit..” you sighed, feeling your body relax in his presence. You lifted your arm and extended your hand to him which he took instantly and held tightly, placing soft kisses on it. Your eyes closed at the warmth radiating from him and the softness of his lips in your hand.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. Is there any way ya could forgive me?” You opened your eyes to meet his pleading one’s and only narrowed your eyebrows at his words. You squeezed his hand that was holding yours and attempted to pull him closer. Getting the message, he moved himself so he was as close as he could be, his forward pressing against your cheek while his other hand entangled itself gently into your hair.

“I told you this wasn’t going to break us.” You whispered, feeling his hold around you tighten and hearing the breaking of his voice when he spoke.

“Ya nearly died back there. I don’t know what I woulda done y/n. I thought I might die right there..” he sobbed into you while you just gave him occasional squeezes of your hand on his for reassurance and to let him know it’s okay.

You let him just cry to you for awhile. He needed to get it out. This was exactly what Jude was hoping for and it’s what she got. But you weren’t going to let it break you. You said what you said for a reason and you were going to stand by it.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m right here.” You soothed him, him lifting his head and moving it so it was resting level with yours. You retrieved your hand and wiped away the tears you could then letting it rest on the side of his face. “I’m right here.”

He sniffled again then moved himself closer to you slowly awaiting your approval which you gave, before closing the space between the two of you. His lips were so gentle against yours, so scared he might break you. It wasn’t the first time you shared a kiss, but this one was different. It was full of fear, fear that you were going to die, fear that he was going to lose you from death itself or from the hatred he was sure you’d feel after. But you were alive and there was not a bone in your body that could hate this man. No, you loved him. You loved him more than your life. And he loved you more than his, and it was felt within this kiss.

“I promise I’ll never let them lay a hand on you again. M’gonna get us outta this place, I promise ya, okay?” Kit moved some of your hair from your face behind your ear and you only smiled up at him. You knew better than to let him promise you the first, these people in this place were inhumane and they would do what they wanted and there was not anything Kit could do. But his second promise, that one you believed. There was something in the way Kit looked at you that made you believe him.

“And we will run away together?” You finally spoke in a squeak, a happy smile on your lips now at the beautiful thiught. He sighed out with a wide smile himself and nodded quickly.

“There’s nothing else I’d rather do.”

Hi babes! Please can I get a Tate langdon x fem!reader smut where readers so invested in a smutty book and is not paying enough attention to Tate so he takes the book and reads the scene out loud. Reader being embarrassed about it. But then Tate offers to act out the scene with reader while reading the book as if every sentence is an instruction.❤️🙏🤭 tysm ily

Okay sorry this is so late.

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"Follow Directions." | Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Penetration, oral (fem), fingering, worship, boob loving tate, whiney tate, dominant tate... so on so forth you get the picture. oh btw he doesn't pull out. Practice safe sex kids!

I felt my temperature rise as I read the little book in my hands. Reading the story, I couldn't help but imagine it being me and my boyfriend Tate. Reading about how the man's hand wrapped around her throat whilst he kissed her, I couldn't bear to not envision how Tate wrapped his delicate hands around my own throat before he would pound me. I felt myself becoming wetter by the seconds fully engrossed in the little story. I hadn't even heard the little steps from my boyfriend nor his warnings to take my book if I continued to refuse giving him my undivided attention. I felt him snatch my book away before pulling it to his vision so he himself could read it "Tate no! Don't do that-" He looked at me and smirked, "'He pushed himself deep into her, hands still wrapped around her throat.' Wow... you are quite the little horny girl." I felt heat raise to my cheeks. "Tate, please." I watched as he ignored me and continued reading. "Okay so you need to undress and lay on the bed." I looked up at him absolutely confused, "What?" He completely ignored me and continued reading whilst waiting for me to undress. "Now once you're done, lay down." Completely confused based on what was happening, I obliged. I slid off my clothes and underwear before laying down waiting for him. "Good girl, now I need you to, "Bend like pretzel, to allow him to hit deep..." Does that make sense?" I felt my face heat up, he was really doing this right now?! "Actually, I'll help you." I felt him push my ankles up as far as they'd go, "Tate! What the hell?!" He kissed me to shut me up. "This is what you're imagining, why not do it for real?" He finally set the book down and pulled his dick out of his tightened jeans. "That was interesting, but I can't do all that foreplay baby." I smiled softly but then felt him push his dick into me, his chest against the back of my legs whilst he rocked in and out of me. Moans pooling out of my mouth along with whimpers of his name. "You're so good baby" I moaned once again at the praise before feeling him hit my g-spot. "Tate!" He smirked and pushed his lips into mine forcefully kissing me while still moving at his pace. "m'gonna fill ya up." He moaned against my lips making me kiss him harder, clenching around him, my stomach constricting as I get closer. I feel him grip my ankles a bit harder before he fills me with his seed whilst I coat him from base to tip in my own cum. "You should read more often Tate." He rolled off of me and chuckled, "Not happening."

Evan Peters with a filipino partner?🤭🤭

So with this im going to do this as in like you take him to meet your mom and she makes a traditional filipino meal and yeah! sorry if this isnt all that good honey!

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"Adobo" | Evan Peters x GN!Reader

"Ev, are you ready to go?" He nodded and walked up to me looking me up and down, "You look great babe." I smiled and kissed his cheek before walked to get in the car, "I'm nervous." I looked over at him from the passenger seat still smiling, "Why? I'm sure ma will love you." I turned on the radio to our favorite shared station as I set up the GPS to my mom's house, he sat beside me whilst driving and talking to himself rehearsing answers and questions. "Evan, calm down. Just be authentic and I swear she'll love you. Also she might cook my favorite meal Ev." He looked interested, "She's making hamburgers?" I laughed slightly looking down and ignoring that response by providing my own. "Chicken Adobo." He looked at me confused and kept driving before making a left turn, "What is that?" I smiled and gave him a pat on the shoulder, "It's a Filipino dish, it's just chicken with garlic powder, onion powder, oregano, salt, pepper, and sometimes dried citrus. Nothing too strange. You might like it." He pulled up at a house I instantly recognized and I felt my excitement bubble up, "Come on babe!" I got out of the car extremely happy and ran around to his side to pull him out and drag him to the door, before I could knock I heard the door open and myself being yanked inside smothered with a hug and a scent I've relished in since I was young. "Mama!" I heard her soft laugh as she stroked my hair and kissed the crown of my head, "My baby has come home! Is this the young man you've told me about?" I nodded excitedly and pulled him close giving him time to introduce himself, "I'm Evan Mrs. (her last name)" She smiled and gave him the same hug she gave me, "Call me mom sweetheart." His face heated up red as she practically suffocated him. "Ma, I'm hungry I wanna eat." She smiled and pulled me by my hand before seating me at the table and bringing out three plates of food. One for me, one for Evan, and then one for her. Evan looked nervous as he got a little bit with his fork and taking a little tasting bite, I watched anxiously as he swallowed the chicken, his eyes lighting up at the taste of the different seasoning coating both his chicken and now his taste buds. He looked at me in amazement before taking another bite, "Wait what is this?" I smiled at him and his excitement my mom answering before I could, "It's Chicken Adobo. I'll give (Your name) the recipe sweet boy." He smiled and continued eating. After having spent over 5 hours at her house and having some drinks we decided on staying the night, we walked into my old room and he looked around and see drawing and awards from when I was six and older. At some point he seen an old school photo and chuckled. "So you HAVE always been this pretty huh?" I turned around and snatched it from him. "Shhh you weren't supposed to see that." He smiled and laid down on the small bed, "I got super lucky." I followed up his sentence with a kiss before laying by him, "Go to sleep Ev." "Goodnight (name) I love you." I smiled and snuggled into him mumbling a soft "I love you too" before lulling to sleep.

HERE YOU GOOOO

Hiii :)

I really like your writing and i wanted to ask if you could write an Evan peters x fem reader story, where you are Evans gf. You go to a birthday party and tease each other the whole night (maybe some specific movements or touching). You end up in the bathroom, but the whooole action ends up at home. I just had that idea and hoped you could make a good story out of it

THis request is perfect for Evans bday sorry its so late btw im going thru some things but here you go!

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His Bday | Evan x Fem!Reader

Cw: angst?, smut but like its making love ig? idk. Happy birthday Evan!

A couple minutes after we got to the beautiful birthday party that the lovely Ms. Sarah Paulson had arranged for the beloved Evan Peters, my husband might I add, some floozie decided to ruin my mood immediately. She hugged him for longer than the friendly overextending 20 seconds, kissed his cheek and decided to announce that he had been her celebrity crush for so many years. However, me being the good wife I am settled on just letting it be, because at the end of the day I will be in OUR bed BESIDE him. He also thought it would be fun to tease me and dance with the woman. I'm trying not to be hurt because he's just trying to fuck with me, but then I see her hands tangle into his hair before he pushes her away and explains it was a friendly dance. I can't help but feel some type of way, his teasing turned against him and now it was my turn to become insufferable. I walked over to him grabbing his hand and dragging him into the bathroom, not caring who bothered to look at where the birthday boy was going. Once in the bathroom I slammed the door shut and locked the door. "Well, Mrs. Peters, how could you drag me from my own par-" He stopped talking as I pressed my lips into his, my hand snaking down to cup his soft dick and massage it, feeling the length grow in my hands. "Sorry Mr. Peters, I just couldn't stop myself." I removed my hand from him and pulled away. "Go have fun baby, Happy Birthday!" He looked at me and covered his now hard dick in his pants glaring at me, forming his lips to object but I push him out of my way and walk out of the bathroom, causing him to follow me like a lost puppy whining about how mean I am before Sarah smacks him dead in the face with a little cake. I turn around and start laughing which makes him smear some on my face. "Evan! My makeup!" He laughed at me and rubbed it all the way down to my cleavage. "Don't you dare." He smirked and ran it over my dress making me smear his into his shirt, we busted into giggles and smiles as Sarah chuckled. "Alright, we'll let you guys go home." I wiped the cake off my face nodding. Once we finally got home, I couldn't even remove my jacket before he was sweeping me off my feet and carrying me to our room. "Evan! Put me down!" He smirked and dropped me on the bed making me bounce and chuckle. "I've been waiting to undress you all night babe." I smiled at him and sat up so he could push up the rather short dress. "But I'm too impatient." I felt him pull my panties down and then I heard him pull his dick out. He lined it up with my entrance and pushed in making me whine out in pleasure. "I love you so much (name) Peters." I smiled before moaning again feeling him pull out slowly and push in at that same pace in a loving manner. "I love you too Evan." I wrapped my arms and legs around his neck and torso as I felt my body push with each of his gentle yet deep thrusts. "Fuck, you're all mine and I don't ever have to share you baby." I whined out in agreement as I felt myself getting closer. He slipped his hand down to my clit rubbing figure eights on it making me jolt in pleasure. "Ev, please." He kissed me and rubbed faster while still lovingly grinding his dick in and out of me. I felt my body convulse before I spilled my liquids onto his cock and him into me. "I love you so much, happy birthday." He smiled and kissed my collar still inside of me, me dress bunched up his pants at his ankles and us dozing off into sleep. "I love you too baby."

ion reblog allat often but read this rn.!

Can you do 48, 43, 5, where the reader (female) is Kit’s babysitter? but the reader is super shy and reserved and Kit finds her innocence amusing. 🥵

Kit Walker Getting Rough With His Babysitter (you!)

Summary- Kit's family has welcomed you in as the babysitter. But Kit welcomes you in as something more.

Warnings- filthy, filthy smut😋 Kit being a little rougher than usual but it's still hot, fingering, squirting and seggsy s3x Words- 2.3k, gets into smut fairly quickly

I didn't use the word prompts, I hope that's okay with you. I started rewatching Asylum and got Kit feels so I neeeeded to write something asap <3

Enjoy :D

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You lay down the last cleaned plate and dry your hands on a kitchen towel nearby, stepping to the side to take a peek at Julia outside. When you picked her up from school today, she insisted that her new friend comes home with her to play. Their parents didn’t seem to have an issue with that, and since Mr Walker was very relaxed when it came to raising his kids, you didn’t think he’d mind.

You look around the kitchen before glancing at the clock, making a mental note of when to go and pick Thomas up after his football practice. He’s been playing a lot recently, so you hoped his dad wouldn’t mind if you went to his game on Saturday to watch him too. You’d become very close to the kids, and you felt like a part of the family, despite just being the babysitter. Or as Julia and Thomas called you, the Big Kid Sitter, since they hated being called babies.

You cleaned up dishes after making Julia and her new friend a snack, so you open in the fridge and start making dinner. The Walkers were pretty eco-friendly and mostly ate the things from their own farm and land, so you start cooking with the vegetables that had grown just outside the window.

You weren’t cooking for long before you heard the front door open, and Mr Walker walk in. He kicks off his work boots and takes off his work gloves. You turn around to smile at him.

“Good afternoon”

He smiles at you wide before throwing the gloves on the coffee table.

“Good afternoon”, he repeats back to you.

“Do you want me to put them in the laundry? I was going to do a load after dinner”, you ask, referring to the gloves. Kit did his absolute best handling everything around the house, but you wanted to help the most you could.

“Hey, you’re just the babysitter, let me worry about everything else”. You smile and nod, going back to cutting ingredients on the kitchen island, for the food you were still going to make.

“Although, dinner sounds delicious”, Kit says, looking at your body up and down. You look back at him blankly. You were never sure whether Kit meant to come off flirty and charming, or if he didn’t notice how he made you feel.

The dirty way he looked at you as he said delicious made your thighs tingle, but you ignore it, assuming he didn’t mean more than he said.

Kit walks over to your side and looks out the window.

“Where are the kids?”

“Thomas is still at school”. Kit nods. “And Julia is outside with a friend from school”

Kit nods once more. “Maya?”

“No, a new friend”, you look at Kit and hold back a smile. “Eric”

Kit raises his eyebrows, and looks out the window to look at his daughter running around with a little boy, chasing chickens in the backyard.

“Hope they ain’t kissin”. Kit’s accent came through the most when there was emotion in his voice. It made you bite your lip to hold back a wider smile. You turn around to him and put an arm around his shoulder to relax him.

“They aren’t, I’m keeping an eye on them”

Kit puts his arms on the sink and leans forward to take a good look at them, allowing all the muscles in his arms to reveal themselves. The muscles that every day turn wenches and pick up heavy toolboxes. You let your arm slide down his shoulder to touch his arm as subtly as you could.

“Although, they are playing mommies and daddies”, you say biting your lip once more, not sure whether Kit will like what he hears.

Kit turns to look at you and you raise your eyebrows. “Julia told me herself, they’re pretending the chickens are their kids”.

Kit sighs and turns around, leaning against the sink and parallel to you. The tips of your toes almost touch with how close you’re standing, between the kitchen island and the counter.

“They grow up too fast”, he says and smiles sadly. “She’s way too young to be playing mommies and daddies”

“I don’t think it’s serious yet, they’re chasing the chickens telling them it’s bedtime”, you laugh, hoping for Kit to loosen up. Although, if he were mad at your remark, you had an idea how he could take it out on you.

Kit stays silent for a minute, not too amused by what you said, instead deep in thought. You respectfully turn around and go back to cooking, letting him think.

But only a few seconds later, you feel his presence even closer behind you. You feel his breath against your shoulders as he opens his lips to speak.

He hesitates, making you wait and the impatient butterflies in your stomach flutter around faster. When the tip of his nose is touching your temple, he finally whispers.

“If anybody is old enough to be playing mommies and daddies, it’s us, don’t you think?”, he raises his eyebrow in natural question, as if what he’s suggesting isn’t filthy.

Your lips part with a silent gasp as you turn your head to try and look him in the eye, wanting to see if he’s serious or not. But your gaze never makes it to his eyes, stopping at his lips and never going further. The longer you stare the more you notice the edges of his lip curving into a smirk.

The kids outside run away further, taking their giggles and footsteps with them, leaving the kitchen and house completely silent. Kit mirrors your eyes, looking down at your lips. You gently lay the knife down on the cutting board and gulp quietly. You wonder whether Kit heard how nervous you were, or how hard your heart was pounding, or how much your heat throbbed.

Your questions were left unanswered when Kit pressed his lips against yours, sliding his hands on your waist and pulling you close. He pushes you against the kitchen island and you obediently let him. He kisses you again, deeper and hungrier, sucking your bottom lip in and savouring the taste and warmth of it. You waver, moving your hands first to lay gently on his shoulders, but quickly pulling them around his neck, trying to bring him closer to you. You tug and pull on each other as if you yearn to become one, desperate to feel skin to skin contact already that is still being blocked by your clothes.

Kit’s hand roam your body as he engulfs you in his kiss, moving his hand to brush through your hair, holding the back of your head as he speeds up, sucking in your tongue and lips eagerly. He no longer holds his breath, panting against your lips, making you melt against his body.

Any apprehension on your side dissolves with Kit’s other hand sliding to your ass, cupping it and digging his fingers into your cheek harder than expected. You can’t help but whimper against his mouth as he does so, feeling the immediate affect of your noises on the buldge pressed up against you. His hardening cock rubs against your clothed thighs just enough for you to realise how wet you were for him already. Kit must feel the same, as he moves his lips onto your neck, kissing gently once or twice before sucking harshly.

“Kit”, you whimper. “I need-”

He barks against your ear, “What? What do you need?”

His deep voice and sexy accent made you stutter even more.

He brushes his lips against yours, repeating, “What do you need?”, before biting your bottom lip lightly and tugging on it. When he lets go and it snaps back to place, you gasp and look at him. The hungry lust in his eyes made them black.

“You”, you finally choke out. You pull at his shirt, so needy that you struggle to take it off yourself, just pulling and lifting it. “Here, now”

Kit pulls his shirt off and throws it on the counter before ripping your pants down with your underwear. When his hands make their way back up your body after taking them off, they meet the bottom of your shirt and pull it off in one quick motion. It ends up somewhere on the floor, but you don’t care where.

The hand that Kit had on your ass returns to its position, grabbing a fistful of your ass and turning you around. He pushes up against your bare ass with the buldge in his pants and kisses your shoulder.

“Is this what you want?”, he rubs his tent between your cheeks. You nod desperately.

“Are you ready for that?”, Kit teases against your neck.

“Mm”, you moan, nodding again.

Kit pushes the chopping board in front of you away, almost letting it fall to the floor. Once he has space, he picks you up and puts you on the counter, bent over for him. You accept, pressing your boobs against the cold counter making your nipples harden, and looking back at Kit slightly.

He puts his rough hands on your thighs, spreading them to see your pussy. He groans when he sees how turned on you are, and gently blows on your arousal. The unexpectedly soft action makes you shiver and Kit chuckles, before quickly returning to his dominant self.

He spits on your pussy and uses his pointer and middle finger to rub it around you. Even the minimal touch finally in the place you want it, makes you close your eyes and hum in pleasure.

However, the tender caresses end when Kit plunges his two fingers into your pussy.

“Kit!”, you cry out.

Kit exhales in satisfaction at how soaked you are, before moving his fingers deeper into you. He points them up and curls them, digging around your walls. You rest your face on the counter, completely in his control as his slender fingers rhythmically curl. Kit clearly knows what he’s doing, purposely moving his whole hand, thrusting and probing his fingers at your sensitive ridge.

He suddenly slaps his hand down on your ass, making you yelp out in surprise. His tight grip on it adds another layer of pleasure, and he kneads and spreads it out, looking closely at you drip as he finger fucks you.

You can no longer hold in any noises, moaning incoherent swear words as Kit’s hand speeds up, hearing him moan too at the obscene sounds you make. Kit bites his bottom lip and the muscles in his arm flex as he fucks you, seeing how close you are to climax. Your fingers grip the edge of the counter in an attempt to hold yourself down, his fast digging making you move around the island.

Although you’ve masturbated and orgasmed before, an unfamiliar feeling spreads through your soaking pussy, making you lift your head.

“Kit”, you whine out between pants and moans that line up with the fast pace of his fingers, “Wait”.

“That’s okay baby”, he spits out, staring at the puddle you’re making. “Let go”

Your eyes wrinkle as you shut them tightly and your fingertips turn white as you hold on for dear life, Kit moving his entire arm, nearly vibrating his hand inside you, his stiff fingers deeper inside you than ever before. A long cuss leaves your lips.

“Fuuuuuck”, you yell out and rest your head, unbelievable arousal pouring out of you so fast that you can hear it on the floor.

“Fuck, baby”, Kit whines desperate, watching you squirt all over his hand. He slows his fingers down but doesn’t stop them, unzipping his pants with the hand that was on your ass.

When you part your lips to beg him to stop, too sensitive to take more, he takes out his fingers and replaces them quickly with his cock. The stretch makes you gasp and groan, only possible because of how wet you are. Kit puts his hand on your lower back, thrusting into you and moving your lax body towards him to meet his cock. He pounds you relentlessly, occasionally slapping his hand down on your ass, making you swear.

Kit groans through gritted teeth, panting as almost every thrust makes you clench around him. He leans towards you and brushes his fingers back through your hair, firmly but tenderly lifting your head off the marble island.

You struggle to keep your own head up as Kit’s massive length completely fills you, whining and trying to hold back another impending orgasm as best as you could, despite how tired you were getting.

“Kiiit”, you yell.

“Yes baby?”, he breathes out. He wraps his arm around your thigh, messily rubbing your clit.

Although a small gesture, it sends electrifying pleasure through your body, making your eyes open and hands grip the edge once again.

The extra touch makes you clench without even noticing, only clear by Kit’s loud reaction.

“Oh fuck- baby”, he groans. His sounds and thrusts get quicker in pace. You close your eyes tightly, feeling too full once again, attempting to hold in another orgasm. It becomes too difficult when Kit thrusts against something special, making you let go of your head and body and squirt over him again.

“Y/N, oh my god-”

“Cum for me baby”, you whimper out encouragingly and clench for him.

Within three more thrusts Kit yelps out your name, releasing into you, and attempts to ride out the orgasm, but immediately becomes too overwhelmed.

He pulls out but stays stood behind you, both of you too exhausted to move.

Suddenly, a certain thought gives you the energy to stand up and face him.

“Wait, you came into me?”, you ask.

Kit looks confused. “You told me to”

You widen your eyes a little, not wanting to show how nervous this made you, since you didn’t know how serious Kit felt about you. But he put his hand around your waist and smiled, making you calmer. He fakes an innocent voice and asks you a simple question.

“I thought you wanted to play mommies and daddies?”

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guess thomas never got picked up from football practice SKDJSD

kit walker

kit

fav ahs character

happy birthday to him

okay god when is it my turn to be the love interest to a pretty boy with dark eyes and long hair

so true except by hate i mean love

hate when men have big beautiful brown eyes like a baby cow . shut the fuck up

my murder house cover was pretty popular so here is my asylum one :)

The way Kit treats everyone so kindly even when they've done him so much wrong.

✨Boi he's so precious✨

𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓰 𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩⋆₊˚⊹

✧°*.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡💌 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 ✧⁠*⁠。🍒.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 ᥫ᭡.

𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 ᥫ᭡.

the men of american horror story.

*waits for daddy kit*