don’t be shy, little lamb...(Kai Anderson x Reader SMUT)

requested: hell yeah!

request:  could you please write a smut with Kai and a self-conscious reader? Make it deliciously kinky and sinful 😋 haha! thank you and I love your writing 💕, by anon. 

a/n: Kai is such an asshole but i love him so much?? Lovely anon, i didn’t made it romantic because we all know Kai isn’t a lovely person. I hope this is what you were looking for. Stay safe xx 

warnings: unprotected sex, implied sexual act, swearing 

word count: 1122

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You stepped into the peaceful atmosphere of Kai’s place, him guiding you inside with his hand firmly pressed to the small of your back, emanating an aura of possessiveness in the air. Kai had gone strangely quiet after catching your displays of affection towards a man you’d met in the bar.

You were awfully confused, for you and Kai never had any sort of sexual relationship. Part of it, because you felt too self-conscious to even drift your gaze off the floor whilst in the same room as he was.

You were taken from your reverie when you heard the front door being shut and the sound of the key locking the padlock invaded the stillness of the living room. Kai still remained silent, and fear was already spinning inside your gut. This man frightened you, but at the same time, he made your inner goddess spread her legs, like an easel begging for art.

Kai sighed as he walked over to the soft armchair and sat down. His large hands patted his own knees, his eyes fixed on yours, a predatory smile embellishing his sinister face. With one hand, he gestured you to approach.

“Come, little one. Sit on my lap.” You gulped, but made the wise decision to comply his demand. You slowly walked over to him, slightly reluctant. Once you were close enough, Kai grabbed your arm and pulled you onto his lap a little too roughly, earning a gasp from the dephts of your throat. “Am I not enough for you, (y/n)?” His hand gripped the small of your thigh. “Huh?”

“Kai, I-I don’t understand…W-what the hell are you talking about?” You asked nervously, chewing on your lower lip slightly. He released a dark chuckle, his hand traveling up and down your inner thighs.

“You are mine, (y/n).” Kai leaned in to whisper in your ear, causing you to gulp. You could feel the hardness of his member pressing against your buttocks. He snaked his hands up your waist to your breasts and grabbed a hold of them, pulling you even closer so your back was completely pressed against his muscular body. You moaned softly, though you hated yourself for it. The knowledge that Kai Anderson exercised power over you was undeniable. There was something about his being that you couldn’t explain. He was a god inhabiting the raw meat of human sin, the perfect combination of na evil angel and a kind devil.

“Kai, you don’t even look at me…” You let out a sad chuckle and dropped your head, the self-consciousness choking your feelings. “I mean, why would you anyway?”

Kai growled, suddenly standing up with you in his arms. You yelped in surprise as he easily carried you to his bedroom and dropped you on the softness of the mattress.

“Did you really think you would go unnoticed by my skillful eyes? Did you really think I’d let you get away with your provocations? I don’t care if you did it on purpose or not, but you aroused desire in me. And now I’m going to do something about it!”

You couldn’t help but helplessly whimper at his profane words.

“It’s your innocence, little lamb. Your innocence makes my cock too hard, practically begging me tfuck your soul out of your body.” Kai confessed as he approached the bed, the mattress dipping slightly when the weight of his body reached the surface. He grabbed your ankles and pulled your body underneath his, snarling down at you. His hand gripped your throat. “Whenever I’m in a room alone with you, my true wish is to tear off every delicate piece of clothing you are wearing, bend you over the nearest countertop and bury my cock deeply in this tight little pussy of yours.” To emphasize his dirty words, Kai intrudely placed a hand between your legs beneath your short skirt. “You think it’s fun to tease me like that, huh? I’ll teach you a lesson, little lamb.”

Kai suddenly smacked your ass, causing your body to yelp. He climbed off your body, but soon grabbed your hips and flipped you over on all fours. He quite literally ripped off your clothes and underwear, leaving you naked on his bed.

“Now, you look so much better.”

Part of you wanted to cry. You were so mortified you wanted to die. But you didn’t dare to move a single muscle without his permission. He slid one finger between your dripping folds, then plugged two of them inside your aching cunt.

“Such a good little slut. Already so wet for her master.” You heard the noice of his beltbuckle being undone and your legs shook in antecipation.

You let out a scream as soon as you felt his thick, hard member tearing your tight entrance. Kai wasn’t known for kindness. He was a brutal man. No foreplay, he simply forced his erection in your wetness. His thrusts grew louder and deeper, growls and guttural sounds from his part filled the room, mingling with the lurid, vulnerable moans that escaped your throat; as in an infernal opera, ruled by the demon of lust itself, Asmodeus must had been down in hell, clapping for yours and Kai’s act.

The thick fabric of his clothes made your sensible skin even more sore, but turned you on at the same time. The thought that he’d left his clothes on to deliberately hummiliate you was quite overwhelming; perhaps, just the thought itself, could lead you to your climax.

“Cum, little one. Cum for your master.” Your body happily complied to his request, and you felt your orgasmo strongly building up. You came over his member, feeling his own hot, thick semen being released in your cunt; followed by an animalistic growl from his part.

Sliding off you, Kai fell back on the mattress and pulled you on top of him. He wrapped his big arms around your body, breathing heavily against your neck. You were sore and dry blood rested in your inner thighs. He chuckled when he felt your trembling, fragile figure in his arms.

“Kai…” You whispered, trying to move slightly. Of course, he wouldn’t allow you to, so he squeezed you tighter.

“Yes, little lamb?”

“Will you lend me some clothes, or whatever?” You blushed. “You ripped mine and I don’t think I’ll walk home naked.”

Kai sweetly shushed you as he rubbed your back, giving you a fake sense of security. He gently held your small chin in his large hand, making you look him in the eye.

“And who the hell told you I am ever allowing you out of my bedroom again, huh? You are the one, (y/n). From now on, you are my personal sexual slave.”

Me at school delusional and sleep deprived after getting 2 hours of sleep since I decided to stay up all night reading fanfic

Kidnapped Part 2 - James March Smut - (AHS: Hotel)

part 1 | part 3 | part 4

Requested: yup

     -request:  “Hey babe! Mind doing a part 2 to the Mr. March smut you posted? Maybe they celebrate Devil’s Night so the reader is at the dinner with the famous killers. And then smut after. Thank you in advance. I really love this blog!! You’re amazing!” -anon

Type: smut

Warnings: smut, dom!James

Summary: Despite the fact that you had met him because he had you kidnapped so that he could kill you, you ended up staying with James. He tells you about Devil’s Night, and you ask to come, but he’s against the idea because he wants to protect you. But eventually, with a little convincing, you get him to take you with. (;

Notes: ig you can read it w/out part 1 and it’ll still probably make sense but there’s smut in part 1 too and it’ll probably make more sense if you read part 1 first, it’s linked at the top ((:

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The first night you had met James Patrick March, you had been brought to his room to be his next murder victim, but he saw how undeniably beautiful you were and decided to have some fun with you instead. Shockingly, this led to something more than that, and even though it had only been a month or so since that night, you were a fairly “serious” couple. You shared a room in the hotel, a bed, and the two of you definitely did the unmentionable (quite a lot) in said bed.

So one morning, when you awoke, you were surprised to not be in his arms like usual. You rolled over onto your back and felt for him, but the only thing you touched was the cold sheets where he normally slept. Your eyes cracked open, and you frowned slightly as you sat up in the bed, wondering why he wasn’t in it with you. You glanced at the clock on your bedside table, seeing that it was only 7:38 am. You looked the other way and immediately spotted him getting dressed. He was wearing dark brown slacks, and buttoning up a crisp white dress shirt.

“Why are you up so early?” you mumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

He looked up when he heard your soft voice, and a smile immediatly lit up his face when he saw you were awake. “Ah, good morning darling,” he said, coming over to kiss your forehead.

“Very early morning,” you commented, still waiting for him to answer your question.

He chuckled and sat down next to you. “Well, seeing as it’s October 30th–”

“Oh my god, happy birthday!” you said, leaning over to straddle his lap and kiss him, thinking you knew what he meant.

He laughed again, shaking his head. “No no no, not that, I couldn’t care less that it’s been another year since the anniversery of my birth. It’s Devil’s Night,”

You looked at him questioningly, and he went on to explain that it was the night before Halloween, so it was considered a special holiday to people like him and you immediatly understood what he meant. It was a special holiday to killers.

When he was done explaining that there would be a dinner party at the hotel tonight, you asked if you could come with him.

“No. Absolutely not.” he said, standing up from the bed and grabbing his suspenders to put on.

“What? Why not?”

“I don’t want to frighten you with this type of thing, I think it’s better to just keep my work and our relationship seperate.” “But James-”

“No. That’s final.” he said, putting his arms through his blazer.

“Fine, I’ll go out tonight then. At least then I’ll have something to do.”

“No you absolutely will not, Y/N. It’s not safe. On any night but today or tomorrow, that would be fine, but not tonight.” he said firmly.

You rolled your eyes. “Great, so you’re making me stay here alone, with no internet or phone signal, because I apparently can’t go with you to your thing or go out and do my thing. Wow, I’m so excited, I can’t wait to do absolutely nothing. Thanks, dad.” you muttered. James immediatly felt a little guilty for being so controlling. He knew you should be able to do what you want and not be left alone all night, but he had to go to the dinner party, and he most definitely didn’t want you going out anywhere alone on a night like this. He rubbed his hands over his face. “Fine, you can come to the dinner. But there’ll be some dangerous peple there, my love. You have to understand that when I say this-– while we’re there, you must stay by my side the entire night, alright?” “Okay,” you agreed, happy that he was even letting you come with. He wasn’t normally controlling like this, and you thought he was being a bit overdramatic and overprotective, but in a way you kind of liked it. You could tell how much he really cared about you, even if it could be annoying at times. ————————— “James? Are you almost ready? It’s 10 till 6!” you called from across your large bedroom, to James who was on the other side at his dresser. You were standing at your vanity, slipping a pair of diamond earrings into your ears before smoothing out your knee length royal blue dress. He must have been closer than you thought, because you then suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. “I’m ready whenever you are darling.” he replied, resting his chin on your shoulder. You turned around in his grasp to face him, placing a small kiss on the tip of his nose. “You look positively stunning, Y/N.” He smiled widely and let you out of his arms to retrieve your shoes. You stepped into your black pumps and started towards the door, knowing that James was close behind. You swayed your hips a little bit more than usual as you walked, knowing how amazing this dress made your ass look. Suddenly, you felt a firm smack come down on your rear. “James!” you scolded him with a giggle. He just kissed your cheek innocently in response, as his arm came to rest around your hips. You walked down the main corridor until you came to the elevator. James pushed the button for the first floor, and peppered your neck and cheek with tiny kisses as you waited. Soon enough, you arrived at the main meeting room of the hotel, which had been set up with a large dining room table and a set of twelve chairs, with two at each head and four at the sides. A few guests were already seated, chatting amongst themselves as they waited for the food to come out. “Hello everyone!” James called, drawing their attention to the two of you. As the guests turned around, you could see faces you recognized from the news or old books– Jefferey Dahmer, John Wayne Gacy. Hadn’t they all died years ago? James must have snesed how tense you’d become, because his grip on your waist instantly became tighter as he led you to the head of the table and pulled out your chair.

Both of you took your seats, and you could feel him scooting his chair closer to yours, and then placing one hand protectively on your thigh. You knew it was just meant to be reassuring and protective, but you couldn’t deny the fact that it was turning you on. As everyone began eating and talking, you felt his hand slowly inch higher up your thigh. You clenched your thighs together, trying to relieve yourself from the small bit of arousal that you were feeling. James must have felt you doing so, because his hand immediately crept higher and rested on your clothed clit. You let out a small moan by accident, and you felt a few pairs of eyes looking at you questioningly. Your cheeks flushed bright red, and you could hear James laughing quietly next to you. “Uh, you alright Y/N?” One of the guests asked, her expression a mix between surprise and confusion. “Oh, um, y-yeah, I’m just not feeling too well.” you responded quickly. James immediately followed up what you said by adding in, “I should probably take Y/N upstairs to rest since she’s not feeling well. Goodnight everyone!” he stood up and pushed his chair in before holding a hand out for you. You gladly took it and followed him out of the room. As soon as the two of you were in the elevator, he shoved you up against the wall and smashed his lips against yours. You groaned into his mouth and one of his hands slipped in between your legs and under your dress, so that he could start teasingly rubbing your clit through your panties. Soon enough, the elevator door opened and James took this as his cue to pick you up bridal style and carry you to the room. He quickly unlocked the door and then pushed it open and set you down. “Y/N, go to our bed, I want you naked and waiting for me by the time I come in, do you understand?” You nodded your head, but apparently that wasn’t enough, because he added, “Use your words.” “Yes, I understand.” you corrected yourself, and then practically ran to your bedroom in excitement. You could tell he was feeling extremely dominant tonight, and that was the best kind of sex in your opinion, apart from angry sex. Once you got to your room, you quickly pulled off your clothes and laid back on the bed, with your left leg bent and your right leg extended flat. You could feel how wet you were getting, so you let one hand slowly slip between tour thighs and lazily rub over your pussy. James came in about two minutes later, still partially dressed, but now without his shoes, suspenders, and shirt. You looked up at him and bit back a smile– he was so perfect. And he was all yours. He didn’t join you on the bed, instead he said, “Come here,” and began to unbutton his pants. Your stomach did flips as you realized what he wanted you to do. Once his pants were off, and you were standing in front of him, he kissed you quickly before pulling away and saying, “On your knees.” You did what he said, and patiently waited as he shoved his boxers down. His erection stood straight up, flushed at the head and already decorated with a single drop of precum. You looked up at him, almost or permission. before taking him in your hand and kitten licking his tip. James threw his head back at the feeling, and wove his fingers through your hair once you took him in your mouth. You couldn’t fit all of him in because of his length, so you pumped the part that you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand. “Oh, god,” he groaned as you started bobbing your head up and down his cock. This was always one of your favorite parts of sex with James– sure, you loved it that he was always dominant with you, but when you were giving him a blowjob was the one time you had complete control over him. His hips involuntarily bucked into your mouth, making you gag a little bit. “Stop.” You pulled away, looking up at him expectantly. “Come here darling, I want you to lay back and relax.” he said, leading you to the bed. You laid back, your stomach bubbling in anticipation of what was about to happen. James climbed on top of you, making sure to hold his weight on his knees and elbows so as not to hurt you, and reached one hand down to feel how wet you were. “Mm, so wet and I’ve barely touched you yet.” he commented, continuing to rub his fingers over your clit and almost inside of you. “Please,” you whimpered. You’d had enough of this teasing, right now you just wanted him to fuck you. “Please what, love?” “Please fuck me, I need you,” you groaned, placing your arms around his back. He smirked at your words before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing into you slowly. Once you let out a moan of approval, he started thrusting in and out of you, occasionally leaving kisses on your neck and jaw. And hickeys– can’t forget about those; James almost always gave you hickeys when you were in the bedroom, marking you as his and only his. “Ohhh,” you moaned as his hand came in contact with your clit, rubbing hard but slow circles as he continued fucking you. “Fuck, James.” He usually wasnt very loud in bed, focusing mainly on your pleasure while he fucked you, but this time he let out loud, breathy moans of your name. “God I’m so close,” your warned him. He started rubbing your clit faster in response. “Good girl. You going to come for me, Y/N? Come all over my cock?” His dirty talking must have set you off, because as soon as he finished that sentence, you orgasmed. You pushed your hips up and let out a long moan, letting him know you’d come. You could tell he was close, so you gently kissed his neck and collarbones, hoping that the small gesture would help him get to his orgasm faster. Sure enough, just a few seconds later, you felt him still inside you, and then hot spurts of his cum filling you up. “Fuck,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss you properly. You tightened your grip around his neck, pulling him closer to you and opening your mouth to let him kiss you deeper. He smiled into the kiss, quietly saying, “I love you.” He’d said it before, on the first day you met, but never since then. You figured he had realized that you couldn’t be in love with someone the first time you met them, and that he either didn’t love you yet, or was just waiting for the right time before he said it. But as soon as the words left his mouth, you felt your stomach doing flips. “I love you more James.”

I hope this is sorta what you had in mind when you requested this? If anyone wants a third part I can do that too lol, I’ll keep this going as long as you guys want me to. If anyone has any other requests, for anyone from AHS, send me an ask telling me who you want it with, if you want smut or fluff, and a brief storyline! xx -l

PS LINKS FOR THE NEXT PARTS ARE AT THE TOP

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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When I Got No Pain ~Imagine/Oneshot~

Tate Langdon x Reader

Warning: Smut, Mentions of underage drinking, Underage sex, Mentions of marijuana use, Unprotected sex

Requested by Anonymous: “Hunny your writing is the greatest! Literally the best AHS stuff I can find x can I request a Tate x reader where the reader moved into the murder house and although she is rebellious and wild, she is also a cheerleader and Tate makes fun of her bc of it and they’re always at each others throats. I feel like we always see a Dom!Tate and I’d love so read some smutty Tate goodness where the reader is on his level and gives and teases just as hard and good xxxx”

A/N: Thank you so much, darling, I am so glad you enjoy my content. It means a lot to me. So I really hope you enjoy this. Please bear in mind that I wrote this intending to use stereotypes. I also may have gotten a little carried away with the teasing aspect? And anyone who catches the “BoJack Horseman” reference gets a virtual cookie.

Title credit: “Bad Reputation” by Joan Jett

All around you was a society built upon the mountains of stereotypes and judgement. It was everywhere. There wasn’t a single place in the city that you could go and not immediately be reduced to a shallow assumption. A label that was plastered on you for no reason other than who you were “supposed to be.”

Los Angeles was a goddamn tar pit. Unfortunately you were stuck there. As you were not yet of age and still in school, you had no choice but to follow when your parents decided to remain in the same vicinity instead of escaping to someplace with some semblance of character and soul. Honestly you’d rather be uprooted and forced to start all over in some small town across the country where no one knew your name.

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— American Horror Story

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