#ahs s9

[princessrhcenyra]

horror 🤝 comedy

[icyharrington]

Xavier x female reader x Ray, getting caught by Montana and Brooke and Chet. Reader has handcuffs and a bong.

okay so i forgot to incorporate the whole handcuffs thing but uummm yea. lol 

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wc: 1.3k 

pairing: xavier plympton x ray powell x reader

warnings: m/m/f threesome, vaginal sex (spitroasting), blowjobs (m/m and f/m), handjobs

 //

“Truth.”

Ray looks up at you from under dark eyelashes, thumb flicking at the lighter as he positions his lips over the mouth of the bong. He takes the hit like a champ, sucking an impressively massive tuft of smoke into his lungs without so much as a grimace.

When the last of the gray smoke has left his throat, amalgamating with the rest of the dreary fog that hangs low within the walls of Xavier’s van, he screws up his face in thought.

“Was kinda hoping you’d say dare.” He tilts his head to one side, passing the bong to Xavier, whose hooded blue eyes are already droopy and bloodshot. “Okay, I got one. It’s lame though. Out of everyone in the group, who would you most wanna bang?”

Too high to scoff at the perverted childishness of his question, you actually think about it for a minute. You’re deep into staring at Ray’s expectant expression, admiring the smoothness of his velvet-deep skin and fullness of his lips, when you accidentally let it slip: “You.”

His eyes widen and you hear Xavier laugh, low and lazy, into the mouth of the bong. Your heart skips a beat once it registers what you’ve said, but the pot has made it near impossible to care.

“No shit! Never woulda guessed.” You can tell Ray is trying to suppress a self-satisfied grin, white teeth digging into his plump lower lip. “Honestly was expecting you to say Chet.”

“I was expecting you to say me,” interjects Xavier with a joking twinge to his voice, one hand positioned behind his head, handing the bong to you. “And to be totally honest, I’m a little offended.”

You stare down at the bong, for a moment forgetting how to use it, and you wonder whether the hazy atmosphere of the van is due to the amount of smoke that’s built up, or your intoxicated state.

“Aw, don’t be, Xavy Gravy,” you nearly slur, using the intentionally cringe-worthy nickname you’d thought up for him when you’d first met. “I’d totally fuck you too.”

Xavier’s lips fall open into an exaggerated look of surprise. “You would?”

“Yeah,” you say casually. “Why not?” You’re being serious, too. You have a thing for guys who wear earrings.

Ray stretches, the hem of his shirt lifting and exposing a sliver of his smooth, sculpted tummy, and you find yourself licking your lips (and maybe it’s just the weed, but you could’ve sworn you just saw Xavier do the same).

“I mean, we’re all alone, right?” Ray says, eyes flashing from you to Xavier and then back again as he moves to lift his shirt up over his head. “Why don’t we try it out?”

Xavier’s pink lips curl up into a mischievous smirk, his cross-shaped drop earring swaying as he turns to poise an eyebrow at you.

For a moment, you’re almost apprehensive, before the feeling is overtaken with a much more poignant wave of arousal. There are two good-looking guys in front of you propositioning a threesome; you’d be an idiot to turn them down.

You grin. “Fuck it. Let’s do it.”

//

“I ain’t ever gotten head from a dude before,” Ray says, looking down to Xavier, who’s craning his neck up from where he lays to take one of his balls into his mouth.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” mumbles Xavier against Ray’s sensitive skin before delving back in, one large hand moving to entangle with your hair. Xavier’s on his back with Ray knelt by his head, while you’re settled on your stomach, using one arm to prop yourself up while you use the other to pump your fist up and down the blonde’s thick cock; Ray looks almost godlike as he jerks himself above Xavier, his head falling back as a moan of ecstasy escapes his full lips; You’re mesmerized, observing the way Xavier’s apt tongue forms shapes along the underside of the dark-haired man’s enormous erection, and quickly you come to the conclusion that this can’t have been the first time he’s done something like this.

Letting go of Xavier’s length, you spit crudely into your palm before resuming your prior motions, this time moving exponentially faster than before.

Xavier hums contentedly, the vibrations traveling to Ray’s cock, who groans and reaches down to grip tightly at the head of tousled blond hair beneath him.

“Shit, man, you gotta slow down. I’m about to bust and I still wanna fuck (y/n),” Ray sputters, drawing his hips back slightly. You and Xavier let out a unanimous giggle, your (e/c) eyes matching with his, and he shoots you a seductive wink.

“I’m that good?” he drawls, voice husky, causing Ray to groan in frustration when he pulls away. “Go on, then. Lemme see you fuck the shit out of (y/n).”

Ray stands, and eagerly you roll onto your back, making quick work of your linen shorts and flinging them across the van. You can hardly believe this is really happening, but it’s all moving too quickly for your drugged-out mind to comprehend, so you decide to just go with the flow.

“I don’t like you in that position,” Xavier remarks, coming up behind you to flip you back onto your front with ease; you nearly moan aloud at the rough feeling of his calloused hands on your sides, looking up at the blonde with wide, innocent eyes as he kneels before you. “C’mon, sweetie. Let’s see how well you can suck dick with a cock inside you.”

You take the cue to shift onto all fours, arching your back for Ray, whose hard-on is resting against your inner thigh. He places a hand on your hip before easily sliding his cock inside you, all the way to the hilt, until you can feel his balls slapping harshly against the tops of your thighs. You scream out, mouth falling open at the intrusion, tight walls stretching wider than you’d ever experienced before; Xavier takes the opportunity to shove his cock deep into your throat, muffling your cries as Ray begins to adapt to a fast, hard rhythm of thrusts.

You suck Xavier’s cock to the best of your ability, but it’s difficult, with Ray pounding into you like his life depends on it. You gurgle pathetically, a string of spit dripping from your lower lip and down your chin, knees raw and red from pressing into the hard floor.

“Fuck yeah, take my cock,” Ray murmurs under his breath, his fingers digging into your hips so harshly you’re sure you’ll have a few bruises to show for it tomorrow. “Taking me so good.”

You’re so wrapped up in the pleasure that you almost don’t notice the stream of soft evening light that cuts through Xavier’s dimly lit van, your eyes only opening when Xavier removes his cock from your mouth, sending you into sputters.

“Ho. Lee. Shit,” comes Montana’s voice, and you fall forward, scrambling around to face the source of light; to your horror, it isn’t just Montana standing outside the van: she also has Brooke and Chet in tow. Xavier and Ray scramble for their clothes, the van bobbing back and forth at the sudden rapid movement of three bodies. “I just made a joke about you guys having a threesome, but I didn’t really think it’d actually happen!”

She sounds almost gleeful, bouncing on the balls of her feet while Chet stares forward, emotionless; Brooke looks vaguely traumatized.

“We’ve been looking for you guys. We were starting to worry that you got captured by Mr. Jingles or something.”

“Ha, nope,” Xavier mutters, a flush of pink dusting his porcelain cheeks. Ray can hardly speak, his gaze fixed on the floor, refusing to face the very same people who’d just been face-to-face with his bare ass and balls.

“Well, now that we know you’re safe… don’t let us ruin your fun!” Montana wiggles her eyebrows suggestively before partially shutting the door of the van, poking her head through the open gap that remains. “Be safe, kids!”

And with that, she slams it all the way shut.

You almost would rather that Mr. Jingles had been the one to find you.

[patient--24602]

no one:

me: *refreshing instagram, waiting on new Xavier edits even tho the new episode just finished 2 minutes ago*

[lostwithinthevoid]

That was honestly the best kill of this season by far and I enjoyed every second of it.

[percyandthedoctorsofcamelot]

it seems like satan worshippers are a part of this season too

[bridget-multifandom-writer]

❝cabin in the woods❞ serial killer! Cody/Jonathan (1/2)

Title: Cabin In The Woods

Summary: You and six of your other friends go out for a camping trip. When you arrive though, you find out the dark history. In the sixties seven teens were murdered, one decade later seven more died in the exact same spot. Now it’s the eighties. Will the tradition be carried on? And is one of your friends the person behind it?

Pairing: serial killer! Cody/Jonathan x Reader

Warning(s): Smut, Oral (female receiving), Fingering, Handjob, Orgasm (female), Descriptive Details of Murder, Betrayal, and Lying. Typical tropes for slasher movies (dumb cheerleader and jock, the “I’ll be right back” character gets killed right after they say it, a cabin in the woods)

Word Count: 2,263

Parts: 1, 2

Notes: @ccodyfern got me hooked on the idea of Jonathan being a serial killer. I sent in some ask and after planning out about nine of them I decided, fuck it, I’ll just write a story.  Also inspired by the 1980s Slasher theme for AHS season nine. Which at first I wasn’t like psyched about but I am now. 

When the bell rang out loud Meagan instantly grabbed your hand. Yanking you out of your chair and only giving you a second to grab your bag. You looked at her with wide eyes “Meagan!” you yelled “I almost fell on my ass!” you said.  She laughed “But I wanna get out of this school and go camping,” she whined stopping full force at her locker.  You brace yourself so you don’t hit her and roll your eyes “You just want to make out with, Zach and Cameron,” you mutter annoyed. 

She laughed hearing your bratty behavior. Opening her locker she grabbed the few pictures she left up. Looking over at you she smiled, “I’m sorry, okay?” she asked “I’m just excited. It’s the last day of school and this is the first time we’re doing something in high school,” she explained. 

You sigh and nod “Yeah, I know... sorry I got annoyed. Who all is going?” “Uh,” she thinks “Me, you, Cameron, Zach, Sean, Angela, and I think some sophomore named Jonathan or something like that.” “Jonathan?” you ask perking up “He lives next door to me! He super sweet, he’s a little shy though.” 

She shrugs “As long as he’s cute, I don’t care!” she says in a sing-songy tone. You laugh and walk beside her hugging your books to your stomach. Meagan hums a song she heard over the intercom as you see Zach and Cameron emerge from the office. Meagan runs over to her and throws her arms around Zach before pressing a kiss on his lips. Cameron looked over with jealousy on his features. Call it sadistic, but, you couldn’t wait for this whole two-boyfriends thing to blow up in her face.  You walk over picking up her fallen books and handing them over to Cameron.  You look to the right to see Angela walking beside Jonathan as she talks to him about something. Jonathan spots you and gets a bashful smile on his face and your smile back to him. You jump when Cameron slugs his arm around your shoulder “Hey there, Y/N, ready to hear some scary stories by the firelight?” he asks.

Scary stories.... yuck. 

Your body unconsciously shivers as the words repeat through your head. Zach chortles loudly “Y/N a scardy-cat... she’ll probably get freaked out enough just by being in the woods.” You roll your eyes in response pushing Cameron arm of your shoulder. You glare at Zack “Screw off, I’m not a scardy-cat.”

Angela and Jonathan finally reach your small group. Angela smiles big “Hey! Everyone ready to go camping?” she asks messing with her dark locks. Everyone gives a yes in response, Jonathan mumbling as he shies away glancing at you. You reach out and grab his hand as the others walk off to Zach's car. You look at him with gleeful eyes “Relax... I know you can get shy in groups. It’ll be alright, they’ll get drunk off their mind by the time we actually make conversation,” you laugh. Jonathan laughs back “I’m just happy your here,” he says. 

You bite your lip and pull him along “Come on,” you urge “They’ll without us if we’re late.”

As you sit in the car, pushed inbetween Angela and Jonathan you couldn’t help but notice how isolated the woods were. You were at least fifteen miles away from anybody. As you thought about the more your mind drifted off to dark places.

The idea of someone watching you, stalking, just waiting for the right moment to get you and do whatever they want. Your breathing sped up as you built up more and more anxiety until the car came to a forceful stop and you were almost launched out of your seat. Jonathan threw his arm in front of you making almost a seatbelt and stopping you from getting thrown out of your seat. You breathed heavily looking over at Jonathan before swallowing the lump in your front “Thanks,” you breathe out.  Meagan looked over at Zach with wide eyes “What the fuck?” she spit out.  He looked over at her and shrugged “I thought there was a deer!” he says, “Get off my back.”  Cameron stretches his arm behind Meagans’ head and flicks Zach “Maybe you should get glasses, dumbass,” he says. 

Zach rolls his eyes and starts driving against. Meagan turns around and looks at your concerned “Are you okay?” she asks gathering her auburn hair into a bun. You nod “Yeah, Jonathan caught me.” She looked over at him and smiles nodding her head in approval before looking at you and winking “Nice choice,” she grins. 

Jonathan looks over at you his curly brown hair in his face. He looks confused, you just shrug and turn to face forward making sure to glare at the back of Meagan's head. 

Almost thirty minutes later the car stopped at the campsite. A small area that was clear of trees. The tents were already set up (courtesy from Cameron and Zach) and a campfire was built up in the middle of it all. Angela quickly opened the door but slammed it shut, Jonathan scoffed opening his and offering you his hand “Let me help,” he says as you grab it. 

You looked up into the sky, the sun was already setting. 

“Y/N! Come get your stuff!” Meagan yells loudly catching your attention. You look over your shoulder nodding and heading towards the car. You grabbed your small bag throwing it into one of the empty tents before sitting down. Cameron ran over to your hosting you over his shoulder “We’re all going swimming, and you're going in first!”

You all gathered around the dancing fire as the darkness came over the woods. You hug your knees to your chest for warmth as Meagan grabs yours and hers. She runs back, handing your light blue jacket. Jonathan sits beside you along with Meagan. Zach, Cameron, and Angela sit on the other side of the fire facing you. 

The fire lit up everyone's faces in a morbid light. Zach leaned forward making him easier to see "Does anybody know the story about these woods?" he asked his voice low. No one came forward so Zach continued "Two decades ago seven teenagers came out here. They were camping for three days when someone invaded the camp when their parents sent out police. All they found was the gutted bodies of the campers." 

Cold air blew hard making the leaves rattled together and the fire stir. You jumped in surprise and clutched your jacket tightly as Zach went on. He pressed his hands together “All the girls were tied up in their underwear and the boys were left in the tents. The police searched for any evidence but all that was left was the victims. They never found whoever did. One decade later, in the seventies, it happened again. Seven campers all dead. Some people think it’s a generation thing, or maybe the same guy, but everyone’s making bets that’ll happen again.“ You suck a breath in (and ignored the sinister smile Zach gave you).  You clutch your jacket tighter as Zack let’s out a laugh and pronounces he’s going to bed. Leaving you and your other five friends alone surrounding the campfire.  A hand touches yours and you jump, Jonathan gives you a gentle smile “Don’t worry, I’d never let anyone hurt you.”

You smile back at him and blush slightly. Jonathan was always so nice to you “Thanks,” you tell him for the second time this night.  He nods his head “Do you wanna go for a walk? Clear your mind a bit?” he asks.

You let out a breathy laugh, God, you were so obvious “Yeah, I’d like that.” He held out his hand after he stood up, your fingers wrapping around his as he drugged you off into the woods. 

God, this was like a bad slasher movie flick. Seven dumb kids go into the woods, two sneak off and get killed. You could already see the character cast. Meagan is the dumb, big-breasted cheerleader, her boyfriend Zach is the dumb jock, the dumb jocks best-friend, Cameron, is really a nice guy, Angela is the nerd, and Jonathan is the shy guy (that in most movies ends up being the killer). But what does that make you? The last girl?

You both walked through the woods on the gravel trail until you reached a lake. It had only been five minutes or so and you could still see the slowly dimming campfire light. Jonathan looked over at you “Zach can be a real asshole,” he says. You laugh “Tell me about it,” you pick up a rock and skip it across the lake water “He usually isn’t this bad.” Jonathan shrugs “I don’t really hang out with anyone here except for Angela. I didn’t even want to come, I only came to be around you,” he explains. You can see a slight blush on his cheeks. You smile “They’re not that bad... your probably the best though.”

Jonathan blushes even more than he already was. He turns his head to meet your glance. Slowly he closes the gap in between you two, pressing his dry lips against yours. 

You kiss him back putting your hand on his cheek. He moves his hand to your thigh sliding slight closer to you. His tongue slides against your lip, asking permission to go further. You open your mouth shyly and your tongues dance together. He slowly lets his body weight push you down your jacket meeting the cold, slightly damp, grass. Your fingers tangle in his dark curls. He disconnects you lips and nuzzles your neck before kissing it. Sucking on it lightly as you lean your head back to give him more space. He nips at your skin causing you to gasp lightly, you can feel him smile against your skin. 

He switches places to the little bit of your exposed chest to suck on. His hand trailing up your white t-shirt and lightly rubbing your covered breast. You moan and pull at his curls causing him to moan slightly against your skin. He stops sucking on your skin to look up at you. His cold blue eyes meet yours “Can I... can I do more?” he asks quietly. You smile and blush but nod for him to continue. He slowly pushes up your t-shirt and jacket exposing the flesh of your stomach to the cold air. He kisses below your breast making his way down while looking up at you. You feel his fingers slide up the back of your thighs before gripping the beginning of your shorts and underwear. He tugs them down sitting up on his knees and throwing them off to the side. 

His hands grip your thighs hosting them over his shoulders as he leans down. You can feel him breathing against your warmth. Your breathing becomes heavy as he finally takes his tongue and slowly licks up your slit. Parting your lips until he reaches your clit and wraps his lips around it. He sucks lightly flourishing in the loud breathy moan that comes out of your beautiful mouth. 

He unwraps his lips and begins to kitten lick at your heat. Sucking on you a few more times, before giving your heat a soft kiss. You bite your lip “Jonathan... please,” you beg softly. Once again you feel him smile against your skin before he gives one full lick to your core. Finally, he sped up and it was like nothing you had experienced. Sure, you had been with a couple guys before but none them were caring like this. Jonathan didn’t lap at you like a dog in heat. It was like he was gently kissing and watching for your reactions.

You feel his fingers slowly slide up your inner thigh before he pulls his mouth away. You whine at the loss of contact but it turns into a moan when Jonathan pushes his fingers into your wet core. You feel him chuckle lightly before bending his head down again and sucking on your clit. Slowly he pumps his finger in and out of you. Teasing you in the hope you’ll beg for more again. Finally, he digs his finger in knuckle deep bring it out completely to shove it in again. You moan loudly and arch your back in response to him. He disconnected from your clit to look up at you with his cold blue eyes. He slid his finger out of you again and presses another one to your hole and slowly slides them both in. He smiles as he hears you cry out his name. He lets them sit there before making a come-here motion with his finger.

He keeps doing it repeatedly and buries his head in between your thighs and sucks on your clit again. He doesn’t stop until your fingers fall out of his hair to pull at the grass and your body spasms with him between your thighs.  “Jonathan!” you cry out loudly. As you come down, he slides his fingers out of your wet core. He moves over to sit beside you and grips your face with his still wet fingers. He leans down brushing his lips against yours “You taste so good,” he murmurs against them “sweet like honey.”

You almost moan as he presses his lips against yours sliding his tongue in. Your taste still lingering on it. He pulls away with a grin and stands up stretching his arms slight “Can you walk?” he jokes. You let out a laugh yourself “Yes... now go get more shorts!” you demand, kicking him slightly. 

He grabs them and hands them to you. You notice your white cotton panties peeking out of his pant pocket. You bite back a smile as you see him catch you staring and force them down all the way. The moonlight showing his panicked eyes and red cheeks.  You grab your shorts and slide them on before standing up. Grabbing Jonathans’ hand you lead him back to the camp. You look over at him, he’s wearing a goofy smile “What is this? I mean, I don’t usually do this.” Jonathan connects his gaze with yours “Well... I’ve liked you for a while so if you wanted to be my girlfriend?” he asked shyly. You smiled and turned around pressing your lips to his “I’d love that, Jonathan,” you tell him. You wrap your arms around him and he nuzzles your neck in the same sport he left a hickey. “Your mine, now,” he mumbles.

When you arrived back and camp Jonathan excused himself as being ‘tired’. You didn’t mind you were sleepy too. As he went into the tent you sat down on one of the logs near the fire. Thinking about everything that had just happened, you didn’t notice Zach exiting Meagan tent. You heard him let out a laugh and your head jolted to were he was. He looked at you with a smile “Are you still scared from that story?” Your eyes bulged "Wh-What? No!" you exclaimed. He laughed again before placing a hand on your shoulder "You get scared so easily," he taunted "Look, nothing bad is going to happen. You got me and Cameron here and who's going to mess with two huge football players? Just relax and get some sleep, alright?" he told you. You nodded and stood up "I wasn’t scared," you say “Night, Zach.” He smiled "Night, Y/N, I'm gonna go take a whiz. I'll be right back." 

Zach walked away not noticing the looming figure that was Jonathan. He watched with rage in his eyes as you smiled at Zach and let him touch you like that. How could you? You were his. He followed Zach as he walked off into the woods and near to the lake. He watched as Zack let his pants fall down not paying attention to his surroundings. Slowly, he came up behind him taking the knife out of his pocket and digging it into his side. Zach let out a loud groan pushing Jonathan away from him. He fell down and looked up at him “What the fuck, bro?” he asks. Jonathan just crouched down pushing the knife into his chest repeatedly. By the time he was done his hands were covered in blood. 

“Zach! Where are you?” he heard Meagan yell out. Looking through the trees he caught a glimpse of her. Standing by the fire in nothing but a t-shirt and panties. Jonathan looked away and stood up, washing his hands off in the water. He grabbed his knife and slowly crept back to camp.

It was time for the rest.

Then you’d finally be just his. 

Hi! I originally was going to post a “Dating Tate Langdon Would Include” as my first post but I got spurged with inspiration and wrote this long piece in like three hours. I hope you enjoyed! Like I said this was inspired by @ccodyfern getting me hooked on serial killer Cody/Jonathan.

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Montana is so badass kick me in the face

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