Ahs Whore

Any pronouns | 21 | Requests: Open!!

[latertate-r]

Introduction post!

Hey call me Ren, I’ve recently gotten into ahs and like to write so perfect match :) I follow back from @/entsutcliff

I’m mostly used to writing the Evans but I’ll try my hand at most anyone else! Feel free to request :D

[lostreverb]

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"looks like you need another dye job..." you say softly, examining kai's hair. his chestnut roots had begun to overtake his faded blue hair, the color almost resembling a light purple.

he had his face situated in your chest, arms fitted around your waist like he was afraid to let you go. to any outsider you'd look like a normal couple. and at one point you were. a time feeling so far, so different from the present chaos you weren't even sure if it was real.

kai's behavior was purely self-serving. you were just a stress ball, a toy for him to fidget with, holding off his descent into madness. none of this meant anything... at least to him.

but as you watched the cult leader, his eyes closed, expression tense even in his resting state, the impulse to soothe him grew. he was just so angry... all the time. he never really had the opportunity in life to be anything but.

"why d'you stop?..." kai muttered, the tone of his voice resembling a grunt.

broken out of your thoughts, your eyes focused onto the sight of your fingers tangled in his stringy locks. you had been unconsciously massaging his head, touching him without permission, for who knows how long.

"i.." you exhaled, fear taking the air out of your body. you were lost at what to do next. kai loved to play mind games. was he taunting you? about to punish you for crossing boundaries?

suddenly, kai's hand wrapped itself around your wrist firmly, sensing you pulling away. betraying the fear he had instilled into you, you took a breath and returned to running your fingers through his hair, seeing the wrinkles in his face slowly dissipate and his body relax against yours.

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tags (ask to be added or removed anytime!): @fear-is-truth @juliamaximoff @jazz-berry @violetsghosts @quickreider @tiffysdeath

[get4waycarr]

♰. 𝙐𝙇𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙊𝙇𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 .♰

[coentinim-deactivated20241117]

Sweetest Perfection...

...to call my own. James and his curious ghost body.

Contains: ADULT CONTENT. MDNI. Sexual content, body worship/exploring, James is on the subby/more passive side here (+masochistic), comparing him to a dead body a few times, mentions of murder, reader has a thing for his neck gash, reader is absolutely smitten.

Longest fic yet. A bit of character analysis sprinkled in? Oh and first ever porn fic <3 pls lmk what you think!

@feefymo @nahoyasboyfriend @taintandviolent @fear-is-truth @silverzoomies (?)

James was a secretive man - he rarely showed geniuine emotion and never appeared without his three piece suit. And even though he looked dashingly handsome in it, you couldn't help but wonder...

Even while intimate with you, he never disrobed fully. Most times, he just pulled his dress pants down and took you in the heat of the moment, be it after a stressful event or particularly exciting kill. He has seen, touched, kissed, and probably cut every single crevice of your body, traced every scar and all delicate gooseflesh, dug his nails into every possible surface. Yet, you were deprived of such pleasure, as he always covered at least parts of himself. If his torso was visible for a second, he was wearing pants. If his lower half was bare, he had an undershirt on. Truly, it wouldn't hurt him to just show himself!

He rarely rested with you, usually opting for giving you an exaggerated goodnight kiss and leaving, sometimes watching you sleep and entrancing himself with your calm pulse and breathing - he loved your life. But tonight, he felt unusually calm and satisfied with the day, resting on the bed next to you and gently threading through your hair. He stared off into space, allowing your body close to his, relishing your lively warmth against his cold. His breath was audible, but his heartbeat hardly present, making him seem like a cadaver incapable of movement and thought. The impression of a corpse was amplified by the open wound on his lower neck; he usually made sure to cover it with a cravat or a button-up, but now he lied there in just an undershirt and boxers, making the disgusting gash visible. It enticed you. It looked delicious.

You were entranced. Tracing every muscle and vein on his arm, carefully. For such a vulgar, degenerate serial killer, he was strangely uncomfortable with human touch. You figured it was a control thing, that he must hate vulnerability, and you smiled at the thought - how human he was despite it all! You dared not interrupt his reverie with anything but slight touches on his arms and glances at the gore on his neck. And then he looked at you, his empty eyes glinting.

"You seem awfully curious, dear"

You jumped at his sudden words. You were under the impression that he was asleep - or at least in the way he "sleeps", staring off into space and dissociating completely, consciousness impossible to reach.

You gathered your courage. "Well, we are rarely this intimate. I just wondered..." you trailed off, cringing at how lovey-dovey you sounded. He was a murderer, for God's sake, asking him to strip wouldn't make him think less of you! He stared at you, expression unchanging, as always when he was his authentic self.

He raised one brow. You had no idea how you should explain it, so you let your actions speak instead. Never breaking eye contact, you trailed your hand down his body, slipping it under his shirt. The feel of his skin was strange; cold and slightly moist, but not like in living humans, but as if some otherwordly mist sat atop his body. You trailed it up, caressing his chest and making his undershirt fold up to expose some of his body. He smiled that hungry, predatory grin at your actions.

"Ah, darling, your hands stir me back to life", he said, definitely intrigued by your ministrations.

The words rolled off his tongue with such ease, despite their poeticism. How did he do that?

And this way, he had allowed you to slip off his shirt. God, his body was so pretty, you just had to lean over him and press a sensual kiss to his chest, and the side of his body, and the side of his back. He seemed to like the positive attention as he hummed and observed you keenly. He usually would have taken the initiative by now, fucking into you hard and rough or making you gag on him to the point of tears, but this time, he just lied there, allowing you to kiss him, his lips slightly parted.

His eyes looked as if he was reminiscing something, and that's when you truly got how old this man was. You wanted to know his every thought and secret. But his mind had to wait, as you were busy taking apart his body tonight, anxious to try touching the most forbidden part of him... but not yet.

You gestured for him to sit up, and strangely, he complied, allowing you to do your thing. It was unfair, how majestic he looked even while sitting on the bed. Would it kill him to look casual for once?

You continued your kisses on his body, eating up the cold stiffness and the death of his skin. Up to his collarbone. Down his shoulder, to the shoulderblade. And he looked back at you, curious, but tired, and so, so calm. It was awkward, him not saying anything about how entranced you were with his definitely deceased charms. You stayed silent as well, kissing along one particularly deep scar on his back, letting your tongue dip into it for just a second. God, his taste. You'd die for his taste. Rot, sweat and cigarette smoke. Not a perfect combination, but it made your thighs clench nonetheless. How it enveloped you every time he held you close, his thick and veiny fingers in your pussy and sweet words in your ear.

You were worried. He never told you much about his adolescense, yet he did mention the scars were gathering there his entire childhood, and that his father was a particular case of sadism and aggression combined with religious hypocrisy. So you never mentioned it, anxious that he might just ignore you and go on a killing bender, lashing out as always in times of heavy emotion. Some things ran in the family, you thought.

But he didn't react, other than letting out a pleasured huff of air, muscles relaxing into your careful caresses. He had to admit, you had a way of handling his body into a state of ultimate peace and relaxation. You could make thousands as a masseuse, but he'd never allow such a frivolous career for his darling. You leaving the hotel for your dreaded job was already sacrifice enough on his part. If it were up to him, your hands would serve no other purpose than caressing his lifeless form and bringing avocat and marcipan chocolates into his lips. Decadent, sweet, forbidden. Your touch and kisses on his back grew more intense, though, as you had become more hungry for him. He gasped when you scratched his skin deeply. You knew his greatest weakness; sensual pain. Digging your nails into his textured back, you kept kissing and licking sweetly. Your nails drew the faintest hint of blood.

James swallowed thickly, his slit throat exposing all muscles used during the motion. God, you wanted your fingers in his muscle.

"Dearest- I believe you've become ravenous?"

God, his way with words. You were no match for him when it came to sweet talking. So you just nodded, feeling his strong hands grip your hips, maneuvering you onto his lap, only underwear separating your groins from touching. You suppressed a whine.

Again, you expected him to pound your cunt with his usual fervor, but he just held you there, leaning back against the pillow with that mad smile of his, expectant. You almost grinned, knowing that he wished for more agonies. So you wasted no more time waiting for his move, the arousal overtaking your body. You felt inclined to make him a bit less relaxed, though, and since he had allowed you to worship his back before, you continued the exploration with your fingers and lips. Your hand wrapped around his neck, right under his chin, and you tried to kiss his chest, but you've gone hasty with your arousal; you practically slobbered all over his body, sucking deep marks and biting harshly, making him groan in prespiration.

You had a target in your mind, so you inched your kisses closer to his neck. He has never been so submissive to you before - at least on his own volition. He just gripped your hips, so hard they almost bruised, and held you there as if forcing you to please him, so he wasn't entirely subservient to your touches. He bucked his hips into yours teasingly, making you whimper. Oh, you were losing your patience with this man...

Still holding his upper neck firmly, you pressed your lips to the edge of the gash on the lower part of it. Finally. God, you've been wanting to taste it for hours now. You licked the edge of it gently, not wanting to cause him too much suffering; it was an open wound, after all. He gasped and gripped your hips tighter in reponse. You hesitated, looking him in the eyes while giving the gash slow, kitten licks, as delicate as you could. And James Patrick March, the Ten Commandments Killer and the most prolific serial murderer in all of America, whimpered. Loudly. He winced in pain, but still smiled at your sweet hesitation.

"Go ahead, savor me... don't... hold anything back"

Why, your hesitation was completely gone now.

You have decided to devour your lover down to the bone. You sucked on the edge of the wound, and he jumped, gripping the soft material of your panties so hard it almost tore. Oh, that must have hurt.

But the taste... oh, his taste! The laceration tasted like blood, obviously, but also rot and a certain heaviness, like it was filled to the brim with James' absinthe. You couldn't help but dive a little deeper into the interesting combination, ignoring his desperate gasp and groan.

This time, his grip tore your panties to shreds, and he quickly removed the admittedly sticky material from your lips. You whined into the gash, kissing deeper, letting your tongue delve into it. You swiped against his muscle and trachea, all the while grinding your ample wetness against his hard on stuck in his boxers. His self control dwindled and he tried to take down the exasperating garment, sliding his hands from your hips, but younwere having none of this.

"You'll hold me on top of you. You will.", you parted from his gash to whisper it in his ear venomously, holding his hands on your hips, not allowing him to disrobe. He let out a whine so pathetic you had no idea he was capable of such noises. It was delicious.

His cock ached in the confines, grinding against you, and because he was the one in underwear you were getting more pleasure out of it than him! Outrageous! He hadn't felt so aroused in at least three decades.

You grinned and continued your assault on his wound. You gently sucked on the flesh, still holding the upper part of his neck, preventing his squirming. And oh did James squirm under you; his hips bucked up against yours at an unrelating pace and let out deep, guttural moans of pain.

Your forehead felt sticky with sweat and the taste of his wonderful gore, along with the control made your eyes roll back. You knew he was just dying to slip himself deep into you and pound your living, pulsing pussy, you were aware of his animalistic need, and denying him that very pleasure felt exhiliarating. It made you grind against him harder, your cunt fluttering with each thrust he gave back, each moan, each depraved cry of pain and desperation.

And then you sucked, harshly, feeling the gore swish and move under your lips, and hearing the scream of his pain. You felt the wetness between you grow and realized he came in his underwear.

It was all too much. His desperate ministrations overwhelmed you and you followed soon after, finishing with a groan, squeezing his neck so hard any living being would asphyxiate.

You collapsed onto his chest and he held you firmly, cradling you tightly, whimpering like a scared dog.

You sat up and wiped your bloody lips, assessing his expression, judging whether he felt any pain anymore.

He had the biggest grin plastered on his pale face.

"...once I gut you, right here...", he pressed a hand to your stomach, "I'll, ahhh, I'll return the favor"

[wh0re43van]

I never really fucked with the whole mommy kink thing until I found a NSFW audio that changed me as a woman. Needless to say, there will be a sub!Peter mommy kink fic coming soon.

[kit-walk3r]

The Evans as Hit Tweets

Inspired by a few different twitter accounts I’ve seen here are the Evans as hit tweets I found online (mostly on Pinterest).

Tate

Kit

Kyle

Jimmy

James

Rory

Kai

Mr Gallant

Austin

Peter

[kaybearrr]

hi can I request a " how the Evans masturbate" especially Kai Anderson please? thank you ☺️

Ou okay imma try this! hope you like it babyyy

How the Evans Masturbate:

Evan Peters:

I feel like he doesn’t typically touch himself, but when he does, it’s just pretty mellow. Like he kinda sits down and realizes his boner isn’t going away so he handles it quickly. 

Tate Langdon: 

Dont get me started, he whines, whimpers, moans, and is really horny. He tends to moan out the word mommy or momma quit a few times. Its quite cute if you take away the fact that hes jerking off idk.

Kit Walker: 

He doesnt have to touch himself, but the few times he does, hes in bed under the blanket and moving as he would in his wife and thats all he thinks about. I feel like he moans as low and as little as possible. There’s no way you can convince me otherwise. 

James March:

He doesnt. He just fucking doesn’t. I dont care what anyone says to me, this man has women dying to fuck him, literally. (Ms. Evers Im looking at you.) But yeah, he doesnt do it. He sees it as stupid when he can just seduce any woman in the hotel.

Kai Anderson: 

Not that much tbh, I feel like he does it for humiliation, to prove a point, to spill his cum on someone, or if he’s 100% sure no one would walk in and catch him being needy. He doesn’t need to though because men and women in his shithole cult are willing to give it all to him. (Meadow.) 

Alex (Adult world):

He doesn’t. After working in a porn shop he kinda mastered not doing anything and letting it go away naturally idk. But if he did it would be mutual with his gf tbh.

Peter Maximoff:

yes. thats all imma say. with his partner, in the shower, in his room, in the bathroom, in their room, without his partner. it doesnt matter, hes gonna do it tbh hes loud too.

[mrs-march-ahs]

Which Evan can last the longest?

I'm so glad nobody asked, here's what I think:

-Not built to last-

Jeff Pfister- Horny, sweet Jeff, can only last a minute

Pre-Cult Kai- my sweet kai. My sweet baby Kai. My little angel cake can't last all that long, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm. At first, he wouldn't even think about holding it because he'd get so lost in the pleasure. Later on, perhaps he would try. It's not his fault you feel so good.

Franken Kyle- Has no idea that he 'should' hold it in. Society hasn't told him he should last a certain amount of time (well it has but he died and forgor💀). It's not until you start teasing and edging this bastard that he discovers that holding in orgasms makes them stronger. He still can't do it though, not without your help.

Tate Langdon- Well, he is a teenager. but I also think Tate values your pleasure an awful lot, and would try to hold it for you.

Jimmy Darling- Jimmy is a reasonable man. But he also loses his mind when you use lube. Normal day, he can last a normal amount. If you're super soaked for him or use lube then he cannot. He cannot help.

Peter Maximoff- Peter wants to last. He really does. But he is an excitable boy who gets distracted and overwhelmed quickly.

Frat Kyle- He'd really want you to have a good time. He'd definitely pleasure you before hand to make sure you have a good time. He can last a reasonable amount, it's because he doesn't masturbate.

James March- HE CAN LAST. This is a James March STAN account. He is a GOOD man. James March slander will NOT be accepted. He can LAST and he is GOOD just don't choke him or he will CUM. He is an OBEDIENT princess he cannot HELP.

Kai Anderson- It's a little hard to tell, because if Kai was using you for his own pleasure, he'd fuck you as long as he wanted (which is still a fair while), but if y'all were having actual normal sex, I think he would last a reasonable amount of time. You'd cum with him usually. He would fuck you for just a little too long after he came or he'd pull out immediately. No inbetween with this guy.

Austin Sommers- He can last a long time because he is dead inside.

Colin Zabel- Colin Babe-l is a man with self control and love towards his partner. He worships you too much to let his pleasure come (ha) before yours. Just don't suck him off. He will last and make you cum at least once before he does. He'll rub your clit and suck your neck and praise you so pretty.

Kit Walker- I honestly think Kit is magical with the self-control he has. Kit definitely wants you to have an orgasm before him, maybe even two. He can totally take it. The second you say "Cum with me!", he's there. King.

-Can last all night long-

[kaiscumsock]

smash (in a marriage way)

smash (in a fuck my brains out way)

[rockyromantic]

My absolute favorite Evan Peters pictures ever <3 (screaming without the S just lookin at him)

[starrys-night]

Pre-cult Kai is still problematic but fuck do I want to ride him.

[thoughtyouwerentafraidofanything]

15 MINUTES

Pairings: pre cult kai anderson x female reader

Summary: you always caught your best friends older brother staring at you, he was cute.

Warnings: smut, swearing, cumming early, needy kai, unprotected sex.

Authors note:just something short I wanted to get out of my brain.

"Winter will be home in 15 minutes kai"

You were sat on kai's bed, laying back into the pillows supporting your body with your elbows. The dress you were wearing rolled up as your legs slowly spread apart.

"Do you want to do this or not"

Kai was positioned at the end of the bed, knees planted into the mattress as he stared at you and your spread legs.

He was being drawn in by you.

You had always known kai had a thing for you.

The first time you met him was at a family dinner you were invited to woth winter, you sat across from him at the table. You hadn't really spoken to each other but had made some awkward eye contact.

Ever since kai met you he was practically begging for your attention even though he acted like he didn't want or care for it.

You would always make sure to greet whoever was in winters House whenever you would enter, and kai would always be sat in the livingroom sofa watching TV until you came in.

He would hear your voice either talking to winter or saying hello to someone else in the house and would spin his head in your direction.

You would smile and wave at him as tou walked past him and went up to winter's room he couldn't couldn't but imagine it was him you were coming over to see, it was his room you were always in.

You knew you had him wrapped around your finger.

You could admit kai was attractive, if he wasn't winter's brother you probably would have already tried it on with him but you thought to not cause drama to steer clear of kai.

That was until it was just you and kai in the house.

You watched as kai nodded his head and licked his bottom lip, he began slowly moving closer to your figure.

Kai was already hard, whenever he moved in his jeans a small whine or groan would leave his lips as the tent in his pants would get bigger and bigger.

He was finally positioned in between your legs, kai's eyes trained on the thin fabric of your exposed underwear your dress done no good to cover.

You exhaled at the sight of him gulping.

Just staring at you, wide open, willingly letting him so close to you had kai subconsciously palming himself through the fabric of his jeans, the sight before you making your heart rate faster and your underwear dampen.

You wanted no funny business, no playing around, no anything just a quickie for you to get the need for your best friends older brother out of your system.

And God did he need it too,

He found It pathetic how he would listen to yours and winter's conversations just to hear you talk, how he would bring food up to his sisters room whe you were sleeping over and use the excuse his mom made him do it just to see you.

"Take your pants off"

You didn't have to tell kai twice, before you could wriggle out of your underwear kai was bottomless infront of you, his length standing proud.

"Get closer"

You didn't care for any protection with kai, you needed to feel all of him, and he was grateful you didn't ask him to wear anything.

A slight gasp scratched your throat, The feeling of kai's tip against your naked pussy made you more eager for him.

Snaking your arms under his arms and grabbing hold onto his shoulders you waited with anticipation,

The stretch of kai's naked cock pushing into signalled for your back to arch, the way his dick filled all of your gaps had you grasping at his back and wrapping your legs around kais hips.

"Oh fuck..."

Kai almost toppled over you the minute he was inside you and the feeling of wanting to collapse increased when he was to the hilt inside. Stopping himself kai's left hand held onto the wall infront of him, the other planted under your naked thigh

He didn't know what to do, how could something, someone feel so good.

"Ah...move kai"

Your words snapped kai back to reality.

Slowly kai pulled put of you, your slick coating his cock deliciously, before kai could really think of what he was doing his bodily instincts took over and forced his hips back into you.

The sounds of skin slapping together, a creaky bed and both yours and kai's moans filled the air around you.

Most of kai's weight was now on your body, his top half was laying ontop of yours with his head buried in your neck as both his hands grasped and clawed at your hips pushing them up to meet his.

You could feel kai's hot breaths on your neck, the sweet sounds of his quiet grunts and moans that weren't meant to be heard danced into your ears.

Other than spewing out moans your mouth pecked kissed along kai's neck and jaw whispering words of praise into his ears urging him to go faster and harder.

A familiar warmth flowed filled you, the unexpected finish of kai was taking place infront of your eyes, his body tensed as his hips went wild, rutting up into you without a care In the world.

His hands traveled from your hips to your chest grabbing at your tits as he pumped the last of him into you.

"Y-Y/N...y-"

It had been a few seconds after kai had came, his softening cock still wedged inside of your aching and needy pussy, your hands unwrapped themselves from kais back and your legs moved from around his waist, kai was still leaning over you.

"I-Im sorry..y/n.."

Your mouth moved to speak but the sound of the front door shutting made you snap shut.

"Y/N... you here?"

Winter was home, and her brother was still inside of you.

[thoughtyouwerentafraidofanything]

Please

Pairings: virgin Jeff pfister x female reader

Summary: It was always a war in the classroom between you and Jeff, so when you were put together for a project the tension between you finally broke.

Warnings: sub Jeff, handjob, public masterbation, praise.

Authors note: I just needed to get this out my system, I LOVE HIM OKAY.

You entered the classroom. It was practically empty as you were there so early, you and three other student occupied the room.

A girl with short brown hair sat all the way back in the farthest corner, a boy with a disaster of a mullet cut into his hair sat on the far left of the lecture room and Jeff.

Jeff was your classroom rival, everytime you were asked a question and got the slightest part of the answer wrong jeff would shout out the answer and would always be right

You didn't bother to make eye contact with jeff as you walked to your seat although you could already feel his eyes on you. More specifically your body.

You had caught jeff a few hundred times gawking at your body, whenever you wore a lowcut or tight top, or a pair of pants that hugged your butt and thighs just right. His mouth was practically nailed to the floor whenever he seen you.

Although Jeff sometimes had the higher ground when one-upping you in class and making you seem like a fool, you had more experience else where, more than he could ever dream of.

Whenever he decided to get just a little too cocky infront of the class you would clap back and insult him, calling him names and when he wasn't seated, you'd mess around with his books slotting sheets into the wrong folders, scribbling out notes and writing your own statements.

You knew what you were doing to him was life threatening as the lack of right information could destroy his career opertunities and ruin his life, but every day he would come into class and answer the questions with the right answers leaving you Scoffing in your seat behind him.

Most of the time your insults and name calling didn't bother jeff, he'd simply ignore you and stay seated facing the front if the class or he would turn around and put on his condescending smile, the smile you seen almost everyday, the smile you wanted to punch and wtlatch turn to a frown.

But there was one, one word that would set him off.

Virgin.

Normally you wouldn't use someone lack of sexual experience against them but you despised jeff.

Whenever he would flash that condescending smile in your face you'd ramp on about how he was a virgin, calling him blue balls and pussy repellent.

Whenever you did, that smile you hated so much would turn to a shocked 'o' shape, his face would blow up in a bright red colour, his hands would become fidgety and fiddle with his pens, computer, hair anything he was close enough to touch.

If you carried on calling him names, telling him his sad dick would never feel the inside of a woman, calling him pathetic, he would quickly turn around and begin to blurt out random sentences to himself trying to calm down.

You'd see him rake his hands through his 'dweeb haircut', as you liked to call it, and rub at his neck.

His bright red ears would always make you laugh whenever you seen them poke out from his bowl of hair.

Today you wore a cropped shirt that was tighter than you remembered with some old leggings. As you walked past jeff to sit in your assigned seat you could feel and see him side eyeing you.

This made you roll your eyes and dump all of your belongings down in your section of the table.

Jeff's cheeks bloomed bright red, the moment you walked in he could tell you weren't wearing a bra and that was all his brain could think about.

When the class eventually begun you were writing down notes, glancing over the bowl cut infornt of you for answers you just didn't know. You would huff in defeat when he sensed you were trying to copy off of his worksheets and hide his paper with another piece of paper, you Began chewing on the end of your pen, your mind wandering.

However the boy infornt of you heard the weird noises coning from behind him and quickly turned around.

The sight of you basically sucking off a pen made jeff almost combust in his pants right there in the middle of class.

"What're you looking at"

Your sneer at jeff and see his eyes widen before he spun his body back around facing his desk.

By the end of the lecture the whole class had been separated into groups of two to work on a project, you had to make a small robot from scratch, it had to be able to move and atleast 3/4 of a foot tall.

Unfortunately you were paired with jeff, unknown to you Jeff was ecstatic about being paired with you, it would mean he could invite you over to his dorm or vice versa, you would be forced to spend time with him much to your dismay.

Jeff was dancing on the inside whereas you seemed to be moping around.

Leaving the classroom jeff followed close behind as you tried to speed walk away from him, he never seemed to fall behind, tailing you like a lost puppy who you fed and now it wouldn't get lost.

You stopped walking outside of the toilets, jeff almost knocking into you as he was so close and walking so fast.

"Y-y/n, want to come around my place-"

Jeff's words were cut short as his back was slammed into the bathroom door, a loud thump was made as he made contact with the door.

You had pushed jeff into the woman's toilet before locking the door and facing him with a sneer on your face.

"Listen jeff"

You stepped closer to him and watched his Adams apple Bob as he swallowed quickly.

"I don't want to have to be anywhere near you more than I have to be"

Your finger was poking him in the middle of his chest, you were surprised by the feeling of tone underneath his clothes.

"I dont want to go to your sad little cave and work on a robot with you"

"But we're together-As partners-"

Jeff was staring at you wide eyed as you backed him into the corner of the room where the toilet sat.

"Look at you getting all awkward"you laughed at him not caring about hurting his feelings.

feeling the porcelain behind his calves jeff practically fell onto the seat, he sat on the edge of the seat cowering in his spot as you towered over him. In your current position you were slightly bent over at the hips, your hands at your hips and face close to Jeff's.

You looked into your partners eyes seeing as they weren't looking at your face and realised he was once again staring at your body. Jeff's throat became tight as he couldn't stop himself from staring right at your trapped breasts, the tight fabric around them concealing them right infornt of his eyes, he couldn't tear his eyes away from your hardened nipples, throughout the lecture you had been muttering to yourself that you wished you had Brough some form of a jacket but he didn't care much for your babbling.

He cared more now than ever, he hoped all of your jackets caught up in fire and were no longer wearable.

Jeff licked his lips to stop himself from drooling over your body he had been secretly admiring for the past however long, he never caught on that you knew about his staring problem.

"You really are disgusting jeff"

You stood tall creating distance between you and the sitting man.

"Can't even make eye contact with a woman without staring at her body, why is that jeff?"

You took a step closer to him watching him almost fall off of the toilet and move his legs farther apart out of your way.

"Have you ever even touched a boob jeff, do you want to touch mine, is that why you always stare?"

You rattle off questions sarcastically as you take another step closer to him, jeff could now smell the perfume perfume sprayed on yourself this morning and all he could say was that it was lovely.

"I-I...y....yes.."

You hadn't expected jeff to answer you, you thought he was smart enough to recognise your sarcasm, which he was although in this moment his mind went blank and all he wanted to do was touch you.

You were stunned into silence, your eyes locked with Jeff's as you both stayed still in the thick silence that grew between you.

"....Oh my god jeff"

You slap a hand to your forehead and let out a strained giggle.

"How do you pull, honestly, you're more awkward than a kid on their first day of school"

You scratch at the back of your neck and continue laughing trying to fill in the silence that proved to be inevitable.

"Have you even had a fling that wasn't your hand"

Committing to the truth jeff stumbled on his words telling you no he hadn't, his face was turning red and he had crossed one of his legs over the other, shuffling around on the seat.

You couldn't believe he had just blatantly admitted to being a virgin to you, yes, you called him one but you were just using it as an insult not expecting it to be true.

"Make the robot yourself"

You huffed out as you began to walk towards the bathroom door.

"n-NO, we're partners"

You stopped in your tracks hearing jeff call out to you.

"You'll have to suck it up and work with....me"

Jeff seemed to lose all of his new found confidence when you turned to look at him, he lost even more when you stood staring at him, you were mustering up ideas in your head, mulling one over in particular.

You grinned before turning your body back to jeff and walking over to him,

"How about a deal jeff"

His eyes avoided yours as he watched your body, you were so close to him his fingers itched to reach out and feel you

"You make the robot yourself and I'll reward you with...."

You bent down at the knees, squating on the balls of your feet infront of jeff in-between his legs looking into his eyes.

"A hand that isn't your own"

Jeff looked hesitant at first, but with a cock of your brow he cleared his throat and swallowed a lump in his throat before opening his mouth,

" 10 times, whenever I want"

You furrowed your eyebrows and a disgusted look shot to your face,

"5"

Jeff's face was swallowed in a huge smile as he reached his hand out to you,

"Deal"

Rolling your eyes you give a quick shake of Jeff's hand and stood up.

"W-whoa wait..."

Jeff's hands grabbed onto your own as he looked up at you giving his best doe eyes.

"What"

"I..... I want one now"

Staring at jeff you were frozen for a moment registering what he had just said, yes you had made a deal to Jack him off when he wanted but you hadn't expected it to be so soon.

Letting out a shallow breath you bent down to the floor again, this time dropping to your knees as you were sat infront of jeff in-between his legs.

Your hands lifted to his zipper, undoing his fly you moved to the waist band of your partners underwear. Feeling your hands on his skin made him gasp in shock.

Looking up at him you seen him already try not to cum, you hadn't even touched his cock no way was he blasting his load and wasting one of his five handjobs from you.

Smirking a little to yourself you poked his already rock hard cock through the fabric of his black underwear, you ran your nail up his shaft and was a little surprised by his size. He was around average but you had always expected jeff to have a smurfs cock.

"H-Hahh.."

Jeff's right hand was pressed against the wall beside him, the other was gripping the edge of the toilet seat as he fought to keep his eyes open, he wasn't going to miss a single second of this. That's a promise he would keep till he died.

You had enough teasing him and finally dropped your hand down his underwear immediately grabbing onto his cocks base and yanked down his pants freeing his dick.

Jeff moaned at the cool air brushing against his tip. You used your finger to trail the faint veins that ran up his cock, you already had a favourite, this vein in particular ran from the base of his cock to the tip but instead of being straight the vein curled around Jeff's leaking tip before ending.

Moving your finger along the veins for a couple fo minutes had Jeff's knuckles stark white as he held the urge to finish back.

"You know what jeff"

Jeff let out a stuttered breath as you began to slowly move your hand up and down his dick.

"You actually have a pretty cock"

Filthy groans filled the bathroom as jeff began to slowly thrust into your hand, messily at first but he eventually found your rhythm and stuck with it.

"I was expecting the worst"

Jeff could feel his defence slipping, he was hoping to last atleast five minutes but the over whelming feelings of having you pleasure him and complement his dick made him spiral.

Your hand began to pick up it's pace, starting from the base, gently squeezing as you slide up his shaft and twisted at his tip before repeating the same action as your hand pumped down him.

Using your other hand you ran your fingers up his left high, you could see the muscles in his thigh tense as you got closer and closer to his already sensitive cock.

Fighting to keep his eyes open Jeff's hips began to push more roughly into your hand, not caring about the rhythm anymore and focusing on his close orgasm. Moans began to spill carelessly from the bowl cuts mouth, he seemed to forget that there was a gap under the bathroom door to the hallways outside.

"Aah"

Your other hand sensing he was millimetres from finishing moved to his balls, cupping them as you massaged his cock.

That was all you needed to do to push jeff off the cliff of pleasure, a filthy loud moan ripped from his throat as his head shot backwards almost hitting the tank of the toilet, his hands were grasping to the walls surrounding him needing to grab onto something to keep him from falling.

Your hand continued pumping slowly letting jeff ride out his orgasm and when calmed you removed your sticky hand from his softening dick and stood up to wash off.

Looking at jeff through the mirror he was still seated with clouded eyes, his pants were still pulled to his ankles and his cock was out twitching.

"Have fun building a robot jeff"

And with that you left, unlocking the door you walked out into the hallway to see a line of three girls standing outside waiting to use the toilet.

[latertate-r]

hi!!! how r u? hope ur great xx. i've been thinking about the skinny dippin hc lately, i was wondering if u could do a fic or just more hc with kai. ty! ! ( *︾▽︾)

Skinny Dipping with Kai (18+)

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, TUMBLR HATES TO TELL ME WHEN I HAVE ASKS I GUESS >:( ANYWAY, I hope I did it justice, enjoy!!

Warnings/tags: Kai. Degrading, intercrural, light choking, tell me if I forgot anything!!

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The shithead had dunked you. You didn’t even have time to prepare before your head was forced into the water, subsequently going up your nose.

You surfaced and spluttered the water out, feeling the chlorine sting, and glare at the cause of your suffering. He was holding back a laugh. Bitch. Whatever, you thought to yourself as you swam to the ladder and climbed out.

“Oh come on, y/n. It was funny!” He scowled at you ditching him. You didn’t say anything back, simply ignoring him instead of giving him any satisfaction. That was a mistake. He scoffed and climbed out as well and you tried to keep your eyes from wandering downwards.

Needless to say you fail, and he definitely notices.

Kai simply walks over to the pool chairs where the towels were set and grabs one. He didn’t wrap himself with it though, no, he came back to where you stood and knelt down, starting to dry you off.

“Kai I can do it myse-“ “Don’t you fucking move.” You’d be lying if you said that didn’t do something to you. He continued toweling you off, working his way higher up your legs. You tried to hide how obviously worked up you were but to no avail.

You could see Kai smirk as he paid no mind and dried your hips instead. You huffed and rolled your eyes and you felt him stop, instead grabbing your hips like he was determined to leave bruises. “You have to be quiet.” He dug his fingernails in slightly to feel you wince before he finally put his hands where you wanted them.

You took in a shaky breath and he lightly ghosted over you before adding more pressure and speed. You’d been worked up practically the entire time you both had been swimming, getting to watch his muscles move as he swam, sneaking secretive glances at… other places.

“I saw you, you know. My loyal follower looking at me like a piece of meat, god you’re nothing but a little slut, aren’t you? I bet you’ve wanted this for a long time…” He moved closer to nip at your thighs as his hand moved faster.

All you could do was nod, you had to cover your mouth or you’d be a noisy mess, and you feared he’d stop if you broke his command. Unluckily for you, he did stop, standing in front of you like he’s never heard of personal space. He probably hasn’t.

“I know what you want. But you’ll have to do without it this time.” Kai had a smarmy grin on his face as he moved his hand to spread your thighs apart. He gave his neglected cock a few pumps and pulled you closer so you were chest to chest. He slotted his dick between your thighs and shuddered lightly.

You decided you’re going to take that as a compliment.

Kai grunted as he started fucking your thighs, hands holding your hips, and you have to hold back a whimper of your own as you feel his dick rubbing against your sensitive spots. God, he was so close to where you wanted him but he just had to be a tease this time.

He snaked his hands further and gripped your ass, practically pulling you and using your thighs as a fleshlight. “You’re going to cum from this or you won’t at all, once I’m done you won’t get another chance today.” Kai all but growled out. Fucking asshole.

You squeezed your thighs tighter together to get some more friction. What you didn’t expect was the shaky moan that it pulled from him, tipping his head back and scrunching his brows together. He quickly composed himself and moved a hand up to your neck, lightly squeezing.

“Now, that was impolite, don’t you think?” His grip tightened and you felt the dizzying pleasure creep into your head. Kai leaned in and captured your lips in a hungry kiss, tongue immediately roaming your mouth and stealing your remaining breath away. When you parted he released your neck and you could feel how close you were to tipping over the edge.

You decided to try your luck and tightened your thighs again, getting the last bit of pressure you needed before your orgasm ran through you like waves, making a mess of yourself and Kai. He choked back another moan when your legs clenched deliciously around his cock once again, leaning his head against the crook of your neck. You could feel his hips stutter against you for a few more thrusts and his dick twitch between your thighs as he came, shuddering breaths leaving him.

“…Fuck,” He finally said when he caught his breath. “You have to go skinny dipping with me again.” Kai squeezed your waist and smiled when you replied, “Any time, Divine Ruler.”

[what-i-call-men]

Make a Mess of You

Austin x Gn!Reader

Prompt: You meet Austin at a drag night at the muse.

Warnings: SMUT, I have it marked as gn reader but they do top Austin so they will have a dick (Either a strap on or a penis), Austin being a bottom, messing up austins makeup.

AN: this is my entry for @americxn ‘s writing contest. Also, the reader receives oral in a very general sense in case you may be picturing someone using a strap on.

“Liar.” “that was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.”

proof read by: @divineruler and @netscapenobody

P-town was definitely a change of pace for you. Yes you had been here a few times before but that was usually in the summer when everything was bright and full of color. Usually there would be a packed dance floor and dollars thrown at you like you were in a hurricane. To say you were a popular drag performer wouldn’t necessarily be a lie.

When you walked towards the bar today though everything felt gray, cold and unwelcoming. They had called you in to hopefully raise some funds for the bar and you agreed, wanting to help out those that made you the most during the summer. Your drag name was plastered on the outside of the building along with a few other local performers.

Keep reading

[latertate-r]

Man I’m sorry this took so long I didn’t see it until today ^^; also tumblr keeps eating the ask when I try to post it so! @irehluvr

Tate w/an outgoing S/O

* Tate thinks it’s wild that you find it so easy to approach people

* He’s pretty reserved unless he deems someone cool enough to talk to him

* {Pre-Death} He really admires it though, and you’ve been able to make him branch out with more people than he would’ve

* Watching you go up to someone to compliment their outfit, he thinks you’re the coolest

* He thought the outfit was cool too but actually complimenting someone kinda freaks him out

* He doesn’t know it but your presence makes him easier to approach

* {Post-Death} He still admires it but he gets worried you’ll be sick of him and will ditch him for people who can actually leave the house

* Reassure him please, he won’t ask for it, but you can tell it bugs him sometimes

* “No I don’t care that you’ve spent the last two days hanging out with people even though we didn’t have plans anyway. It’s fine.” He says the last part through his teeth. “Tate.” “What.” “Do you want to hang out tomorrow?” You can literally see him light up before remembering he’s supposed to be sulking about it. “Don’t you have anyone better to hang out with instead?” He crossed his arms. You just hug him and feel him immediately lean into your touch. “You know I’ll always be here.”

[latertate-r]

started getting back into ahs recently 😭 can you write some headcannons for tate in a relationship with a very feminine s/o <3 love u :)

Tate with a very feminine s/o

TY FOR THE ASK!! SORRY IF THESE R KINDA BAD, I’m not too feminine so this was a little tough, I tried my best to make it as gender neutral as possible

* Tate thinks it’s so funny that everyone who sees you would NEVER expect you’re dating him

* Think of those aesthetic pics of the punk shoes and the dainty shoes standing on tip toes for a kiss

* Do his hair. Put his hair in ribbons now. He’ll sit in front of you and hand you hair ties, telling you to make him match you

* Really likes gifting you cutesy things

* “I got you this, it was cute and reminded me of you, sorry if it’s dumb.”

* He says that but you absolutely love even the littlest things he gives you

* Calls you pretty all the time (a given)

* Will come up next to you, “Hey pretty lady/pretty boy” as he bumps his hip against yours

* If you wear make up, he’s always sitting in the background watching you do it in the mirror

* Teach him how to do some

* Will paint your nails if asked but expect there to be paint on your fingers too

* He likes it when you have an accent nail that matches his, like if your nails are pink, your ring fingers are black and his are black with a pink ring finger

* If you wear lipgloss/even chapstick, stares at you so hard when you put it on

* He wants to kiss you okay??