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Pretty Girls Make Graves - Tate Langdon

Multi Part Series

Dear America; From The Rubble to The Riches

Plot: Reader has just moved into the murder house and meets a certain character.

Warnings: Smoking, Drug use, Self Deprecation, Undiagnosed Dyslexia

When my mom told me we had to move, it didn't surprise me. The house we lived in cost too much, and there wasn't room for me, mom and my brothers. We moved house a lot to be honest. I was seventeen but had lived in over 20 different houses. It was the way mom lived. She had money and time, so she spent it being a nutcase, and we were along for the ride.

My mom was a bit of a hippy, and when I say a bit I mean a lot. She was living constantly in this "free love" dream where it was people's obligation to step away from society. Ever since I was tiny every house we've lived in has been filled with strangers. She lead a kind of open door lifestyle, with constant lodgers. They generally came along to coincide with whatever her new "calling" was.

I was the youngest child. I had two older brothers, Chris and Nathan. Chris was 23, but couldn't move out because he was too mentally unstable to keep a job. Nathan was 19, smart, with plans to go to college in New York if he could just stop messing about with drugs. I got on with Chris better, he was the one who bought me cigarettes.

The house we moved to was a large Victorian town house in L.A. It was exactly mom's kind of place, and was largely underpriced. She bought it instantly.

~•|•|•~

A week later we were bringing all our stuff into the house. I was carrying a box of CD's, ready to take them to the attic bedroom, which after several fights I had claimed as my room. I was currently paying for it, because as I walked in carrying boxes, Nathan kept kicking the backs of my ankles.

"(Y/n), just leave those there," mom instructed, gesturing the hall.  "I need your help in the kitchen." I put the box down and walked through. She was in the process of putting mismatched plates into the cupboards.

"Nathan said he's going to piss on my bed if he doesn't get the attic room," I told her, starting to put away the cutlery.

"He won't. Look at this amazing cooker they have in here," she pointed out, distracted. It was a big eggshell range set against the wall. I rolled my eyes. I took a cigarette out the packet I carried and lit it. Mom turned round. "Hey!" she scolded. "Share."

I gave her one and we leant against the counter.

"I bet school is shit," I complained.

"I know, honey. But I've still got to send you, even if I'd rather not."

I turned back to grab a mug to use as an ashtray. Mom started putting plates away again. We chatted, until I turned around to see a teenage boy stood by the back door. I jumped, almost dropping the glass I was holding. Mom turned round and saw him too.

"Hello," she greeted him in a friendly voice. "You must be the new neighbor." He smiled at her.

"Yeah, I'm Tate. My mom lives next door."

"Well, feel free to come in here anytime, we run an open door system, don't we (n/n)?" she asked me. I shrugged.

"I was wondering if you needed any help moving things," he offered. I didn't entirely trust him. He was dressed grungey, battered converse, ripped jeans and a knitted sweater, but was giving this kind of American Boy charm to try impress my mom. If he thought it was working, he was wrong. He could have told her he was a drug addict with intent to steal money to pay for gear and he would have got the same welcome. Mom loved pretending to save people.

"That's would be amazing of you. (Y/n), Tate can help you take your stuff up to the top floor."

"Sure, whatever," I agreed, stubbing my cigarette out into the mug. I went through to the hall and Tate followed. Chris and Nathan had just brought the sofa in and were arguing about it. Nathan spotted me walk in.

"Hey, you got one last chance to give me the attic room before I piss on all your shit," he warned me. I pulled the middle finger at him, picking up a box.

"Tate, you can just grab that one," I told him, nodding my head towards it.

"It's a bit soon for mom to have her friends in isn't it?" Chris asked me.

"That's Tate, he lives next door." Tate grabbed the box. "You can also speak to him directly, his ears work."

"Smartass."

Tate and I took the boxes up the stairs.

"Are they your brothers?" Tate asked. I nodded, not bothering to respond properly. "Are you going to Westfield?" I nodded again. "Why are you not fucking talking to me?" he snapped. I kept walking, but responded.

"Cause you're asking dumb questions. Do you go to Westfield?"

"I used to, but they kicked me out."

We got to the top bedroom and put the boxes down.

"What did you do?" I asked him, grinning. He frowned.

"Nothing much, just caused a bit of trouble."

~•|•|•~

Tate helped us move in over the weekend. It was lucky that we didn't really own a lot of stuff. It was mainly furniture, pots and pans and then all of mom's hippy crap. On the Monday, I had school. Chris dropped me off, giving me a tap on the hand before I got out his car.

"Hey, don't let anyone get away with any shit," he told me reassuringly. "And brush your hair, it looks like ass." I smiled at him half heartedly.

The first class I was in was English. I hated it. The teacher seemed nice enough but it had never been my subject, not that any of them were. It was a new term. She suggested a spelling test. The rest of the class groaned.

"We're not babies," one of the girls complained. I felt dread. After I'd finished I looked down at the words.

1. Culor

2. Defense

3. Axidentally

4. Foren

5. Principel

6. Realize

7. Nessercery

8. Happened

9. Carecter

10. Lesure

None of the words looked right. I felt like an idiot, but letters made no sense to me. The teacher gathered in our tests, and then handed out the books. Wuthering Heights. I felt dread in the pit of my stomach. If we had to read this on our own I couldn't possibly do it in time.

"I want us to read this as a class, now we have a new student. (Y/n) Bone, would you care to start on the first chapter?"

"What?"

"Just read it aloud, the first couple of paragraphs."

"No."

"Sorry?"

"I don't want to," I desperately tried to explain. She frowned.

"You don't have a choice, now go on."

I took a deep breath, opening the first page. The words seemed to wriggle around as I tried to recognise them.

"I have... just... returned form..." I struggled, conscious of how slowly I read.

"It's from," she added in.

"Oh. From a vis- visit to my... landlord." I paused, feeling my ears turn red in embarrassment. I heard whispers behind me and clapped the book shut loudly, making everyone jump.

"Keep reading," the teacher instructed in a firm voice.

"No." I was mortified. My first day and it had been revealed to everyone that I could barely read.

"You will do as you're told, I looked through your test and your spelling is atrocious, now get back to reading the book, and I'm writing you up for detention." I stood up, receiving an incredulous look.

"Fuck off," I told her, grabbing my bag and walking straight to the door and walking out. When I was out in the hall I kicked a locker and kept walking till I was outside. I sat on a bench and lit a cigarette. I sat, chain smoking, trying to decide whether to go to my next lesson or to leave. I contemplated this until I was joined on the bench. The guy had long, dark hair and a Slayer t-shirt on, chain on his jeans and a leather jacket.

"You're in shit with the principal now," he told me, pointlessly.

"I don't care."

"Well done on having the balls to walk out of Mrs Parks class."

"Who are you?" I asked bluntly, not wanting to bother with small talk.

"Dev, Dev Khare." He offered his hand to me, a gesture I ignored. "Come on, this place is fucking hell already. It's gonna be a bit better if you have someone to hang out with."

"I like being on my own."

"Bullshit." He reached into to the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a joint and raising his eyebrow at me. I looked back at him, unable to help cracking a smile. "We can skip next period and come back after lunch break."

I followed him to his car, an old Honda Accord, hopping in the passenger seat.

"This is a really old car," I commented, running a hand over the dash.

"Yeah, it's my dad's old one," Dev told me proudly. "Do you like metal?"

"Not really," I replied, honestly.

"There's a Misfits tape in the glove box, put that one on."

I opened the glove box, looking over the tapes he had. TOOL, Deftones, Slayer and Rage Against the Machine were just some. I found the Misfits tape and put it in the cassette player. Heavy guitars started blaring through the stereo.

~•|•|•~

I ended up ditching the last two classes and getting Chris to pick me up. He dropped me outside the house before leaving to go apply for another job that wouldn't last the week. I walked into the living room to find Tate sat on the sofa with three randos. I assumed he had taken my mom's open door policy as an invitation to spend his time here instead of at home. Apparently her gang of hippies had already shown up. They were passing a spliff round the group.

"Hey," said a white man with matted dreadlocks, spotting me as a walked in. "And who are you, friend?"

"Someone who actually fucking lives here," I replied, irritated. School had been crap, I was hardly in the mood for hippy stoner crap from a random trustafarian. I turned round and stated walking up the stairs to my room. Tate stood up and followed me.

"How was school," he asked, trying to keep up with me.

"Why are you following me Tate?"

"'Cause you're pissed off. I like people when they're pissed off."

If I was less annoyed, I'd be impressed by his response.

"Following me is only gonna make me more pissed off," I snapped.

"Good," he replied. "I wanna see what being pissed off makes you do."

I reached my bedroom and walked in, immediately noticing a dark patch on my red bedsheets.

"For fucksake," I cursed, feeling utterly defeated.

"Is that... piss?" Tate asked.

"Yeah," I responded, my voice wobbling. I felt my eyes prick and hot tears running down my face. I tried to forcefully wipe them away before Tate noticed, but he was already looking at me, almost surprised.

"Are you crying?" he asked me, sounding almost concerned.

"No," I lied, sniffling. He was the last person I wanted to see me cry. I hardly ever did, but the whole day had left me feeling like the ground had been taken from beneath my feet, and all of Tate's persistence to not leave me alone had made me feel a lot weaker than I wanted to be.

"Hey," Tate said softly, cautiously moving close enough to carefully wrap his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him. "Don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry." I let him give me a hug, wiping my eyes on the back of my sleeve.

"I don't cry normally," I apologised, ears feeling red and hot with my shame. "Especially not over stupid shit like this." He didn't let me go, just held me up next to his chest while I made my lame excuse.

"What made you so upset then? Was it the piss? I can help you get him back," Tate reassured, patting me on the back a little awkwardly. I shook my head, moving away from him.

"No, it was just school."

"Westfield is full of assholes."

"School makes me feel so goddamn stupid. Probably because I am," I complained, moving to the stereo on the floor. I never had a lot a furniture, not even a bed frame, just my mattress on the floor. It made it easier with all the moving house. I didn't mind. I put in a CD, one I made on a friends computer. Heaven Beside You by Alice In Chains started playing.

"I think you're smart," Tate told me. He was stood next to my bed, playing with the sleeve of his jumper.

"You don't know me Tate." I sighed. "I can barely fucking read, and that bitch made me do it in front of everyone."

"You can't read?"

"How shitty is your mom that you wanna be round here all the time?" I changed the subject.

"Very," he bristled. "She's a whore." I raised an eyebrow.

"Take it you don't get on with stepdads?"

"None of them. How'd you know it was stepdads?" he asked, looking from his shoes to meet my eye.

"Guessed. Kinda seemed like you were the kinda guy who's dad walked out and hasn't got over it."

"See. You are smart."

I Don’t Share - Kai Anderson

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

Word count: 1899

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

I walked down the steps, into the basement. The place he dwelled. The dark web was a strange place, full of internet trolls, but something about Kai Anderson was different. Something in his words garnered attention, and now, it was time to find out.

“Hello?” I called out confidently. At this point in my life, nothing scared me, not even death, but my survival was important. After all, what could I achieve from beyond the grave? To be without fear is to be dangerous.

“Who are you?” a voice called out from the sofa. The man sat there was not the man I expected to see, and I was pleasantly surprised.

“Kai Anderson?” I queried, and he nodded. I had expected someone much less attractive, but Kai’s dark eyes, handsome face and fit body were all things that played into my hands. His eyes bore into me as I walked into the room and sat opposite him. he wore sweatpants, and his shoulder length hair was dyed blue.

“Answer my question, bitch,” he snapped at me, but I just looked at him disapprovingly, taking a cigarette from my pocket and lighting it. He glared at my lack of response, but I made sure to take my time before I replied.

“When a dog bites it’s master, they take it into the yard and put a bullet in its head,” I calmly spoke, resisting a smile at the taken aback expression on his face. The surprise soon turned into rage, and he stood up and grabbed me by the collar of my t-shirt, making me jump.

“I don’t even know you! No bitch will be the master of me!” Kai yelled, and I met his eyes with a level gaze. I gave him a look, a look of indifference, and he released me from his grasp. He stood above me.

“Sit down Kai, I’m not speaking to you until you sit.”

“Fuck off.”

I met his eye with a steely glare, and reluctantly, he took a seat the other side of the coffee table.

“Now, I’m (y/n) (l/n), and I came to see you because I need you,” I began to explain. Kai raised an eyebrow. “There’s something about you Kai, that shocks people, that commands attention, but you’re wasting it away sat sweating in this shitty basement.”

He leant foreword in his seat, starting to listen more attentively. It was almost too easy.

“Now I have a proposal, because I need you to realise your potential,” I continued, and he was captivated.

•

The cult had been running for just over a month. Of course, no one had identified it as what it was yet, but it was coming together as intended. When I first met Kai, I wanted to rile him up and let him lose to wreak havoc on the world, to scare people into action, but after speaking to him, I realised an intelligence more than I had initially thought. It was a waste not to push him forward into something on a national level. Of course, he had been harder to break than I first thought, but eventually I had had him wrapped around my finger using the only weapon women had against men, the weapon that sat between my legs.

Within the ring I took the position of Kai’s right hand and lover, his assistant, and it was widely assumed that I was abused and too love struck by our “Divine Ruler” to realise. As much as they admired him, they feared him. In reality, I was in control. Everything Kai had become was because of me.

I knew I had control at the first “pinky ritual”. As soon as our fingers made contact he dived into the first questions, but by that point I’d already won. He was angry, emotional, irrational. I’d got under his skin. It didn’t take long for me to turn the questioning round onto him, and soon he was spilling his guts to me. Everything about his parents, his brother and sister, every fear, hate, love and regret in his life he gave to me. We had sex and with that he’d given me all of his power.

Despite the impression that the rest of the cult held, Kai was ready to lick the shit off of my shoe if I asked. Of course, that didn’t mean I had absolute control. His ideas were his own, I just gave him a push in the right direction. After the killing of Bob Thompson and his gimp, I had pulled Kai’s mask off and kissed him, hard, to show my appreciation. He pulled our bodies closer together and when he brushed his finger across my lip I could taste the blood on it. From that point on, there was no better sight for me than a bloodied Kai Anderson.

•

“I don’t share Kai,” I stated, coldly, as he walked down into the basement. I had been sat on the sofa, waiting for him to return.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie to me,” I spat. “You’ve been upstairs fucking Mrs. Lavender,” I pointed out, referring to Meadow.

“There’s a reason,” he defended himself simply. “She needed to think I loved her so she’ll be willing to die for me. It’s exactly what you asked.”

“I don’t think you understand,” I replied slowly, opening my legs to reveal no underwear on beneath my skirt, and I noticed Kai’s next words catch in his throat. “You belong to me. To this.” I gestured my womanhood. He knelt in front of me on the floor, tracing his hands along my thighs, temptation in his eyes.

“No, I don’t,” Kai spat. I snapped my thighs shut and he pulled his hands away sharply. “I am the Divine Ruler,” he announced, standing to lean over me, taking my throat in his hand and squeezing slightly. I looked him back in his dark eyes coolly, daring him to do what he was threatening to do. Kai didn’t have the strength in him to kill me.

“I made you what you are.” I felt his grip tighten. “You’re nothing without me,” I croaked, my voice hoarse as he cut off my breath. His grip tightened more, and for a moment I almost considered he might go through with it. I saw a tear run down his face and then he let go. He dropped his head, tears running down his face, and I opened my arms to him. He dropped down to the sofa, next to me, falling into my embrace. He buried his head into my shoulder and sobbed, while I stroked his hair, shushing him.

“I’m sorry,” he almost whimpered. I pushed him down of the sofa, back on his knees in front of me, opening my legs. He sighed in appreciation, his eyes darkening with lust. As he reached his hand towards my leg I smacked it away.

“No, you have to beg,” I instructed. He looked up to meet my eye. There’s nothing more dangerous than a humiliated man, he had once said, but here he was, willing to get down on his knees in front of me and beg for my attention.

“Please, forgive me, (y/n). Let me touch you,” he pleaded pathetically. I leant forward and took his jaw in my hand, guiding his lips up to meet my own. He desperately leaned into the kiss, sitting up on his knees to pull us closer. His hand ran along my thigh and brushed across my heat, and when I didn’t pull away he rubbed the rough pad of his thumb against my clit before pushing a finger inside of me. I let myself moan against his kiss. He added another finger and curled them inside of me, swallowing my noises up with his lips. I pulled away from the kiss, panting.

“I want you to show me how much you hate me Kai,” I told him, and he removed his fingers from me, confused. I continued, pulling my shirt over my head leaving me in my bra. “Oh, I know you do. The way I make you feel confused, the way I treat you. I let you know how much of a piece of shit you are and you let me tell you that. What kind of man are you? You hate the way I make your prick harder than anyone else could,” I tease, reaching to grab his erect cock through his trousers. I pull my knees back, showing my full pussy out in front of him and that’s all he takes to snap. He stands up and pushes me down on the couch, kneeling himself between my knees before pulling his shirt over his head. It’s hard not to admire his muscular body. It’s no wonder he could get people to believe he was their god, he looked exactly like one. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, freeing his cock from his boxers and stroking it while looking at me.

“You’re right,” he told me harshly, grabbing my jaw and resting his thumb in my mouth so I kept it open. “I do fucking hate you.” With that he leant forward towards me and spat directly into my mouth. His harsh words were making me drip with lust. Without any warning he plunged his cock into my warmth, grunting and dropping his hands to my grip onto my waist and the flesh of my stomach. He pounded into me relentlessly, letting out small moans of pleasure. I panted, and when he hit a spot inside of me I let out a breathy moan. I felt a sting across my face, realising that he’d slapped me. He moved a hand to my thigh, pressing it back toward my chest. He growled as he hit my cervix, his hands heavy and his grip tight. Kai grabbed my throat and leant over my body to give the most bruising kiss, and as he pushed my legs back, his cock hit even deeper in me. I even whimpered as he mercilessly pounded into me, harder and harder. His kiss travelled, down my neck, and I felt him take the skin between his teeth, leaving bite marks. I took his head in my hands, fingers tangled in his hair, and I connected our mouths once more, tongues and teeth colliding. He let out another desperate moan. Even when he hated me I still controlled him. The room was filled with the sound of wet kisses and skin slapping. I felt the pleasure build and reached down to rub myself, reaching a shuddering climax and clenching around Kai. He let out a groan and swore, pounding into me faster, his thrusts sloppy. He pulled my bra down and grabbed onto my tits, desperately panting and he brought himself closer to finish. I could do nothing but moan and tremble as his thrusting overstimulated me. His breathy moans brought me to finish a second time, a wave of pleasure hitting me and making me shake again. Kai groaned, pushing himself balls deep inside me and spilling hot cum. He collapsed down on top of me and I let him rest his head on my chest, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing the top of his head.

“I do think I could love you, Kai,” I murmured against his hair, and I had no reason to say it, but I truly meant it.

I taste the night on your lips

Ben Harmon x Male Reader

Warning: Smut

Request- AHS: - Ben Harmon x Male Reader smut: You live across from the Harmons & take a liking to Ben. One day you catch him wanking in his bedroom, which leads to smut.

You just moved into the neighborhood about two months ago. And you have met Ben Harmon and his wife Vivien. They did invite you for dinner two weeks ago and everything went well.

You and Ben would see each other often but mostly have a small conversation. You would always check him out but you never notice when he is checking you out.

While living close to them you developed a crush on him. You really want to be with him but you don't act on your feelings.

You are cleaning the attic, the family that used to live there left an old telescope. You clean it and you look through it. You see Been and Vivien arguing and the argument is heated.

”Damn, wish I can hear what they are saying,” You said to yourself.

You keep watching them, Vivien stormed out of the house. You watch Ben and he rubs his temples. You were going to stop spying on him but what he is doing caught your interest.

He turns on his laptop and he goes on a gay porn site. He pulls down his pants and grabbed the lotion, it's starting to turn you on. He pressed play on the video and he begins to stroke his cock. You licked your lips and just keep watching him jerking off.

Now, you touch your cock and you take it out. You start to jerk off then Ben takes off his shirt.

”Fuck he is hot,” You said.

You start to jerk off and you licked your lips. You always thought about how big his cock is, now you can see his wide cock. Ben moans and he watches another video, suddenly he looks out the window and he noticed you. And you freaked out and left. Ben goes back to jerking off and watching gay porn and you go to the bathroom to jerk off.

⍟ ⍟ ⍟ ⍟

You went to get your mail and Vivien walked towards you.

”Y/N, I need to ask for a favor,” Vivien said.

”Yeah sure, what is it,” You said.

”Can you Ben move some heavy items around the house. I can't help because I have to go help my sister. You can go over right now and help him” Vivien said.

You were speechless and you started to stutter.

”Yeah...?” You said unsure.

”Great! You can go over now because I really have to go” Vivien said.

You just nod and watched her drive away. Your heart starts to race and you walked towards the house. The door is open and you walked inside and you walked upstairs.

You hear Ben moaning and you get closer to the bedroom.

”Sorry!” You said.

You look away and he doesn't cover his cock.

”I know you saw me jerk off,” Ben said.

”Yeah, about that I’m sorry,” You said.

You avoid his eyes and he is still jerking off.

”I know you want to suck it,” Ben said.

You walked towards him and you get down on your knees.

”What about your wife?” You asked.

”This will be our secret,” Ben said.

⍟ ⍟ ⍟ ⍟

You are sucking his cock and he lets out a moan. He starts to push your head down and he moans again. He takes off his shirt and he doesn't stop positing your head down.

”Keep going. My cock looks better in your mouth” Ben moans.

You wrap your hand on his cock, your hand starts going up and down fast. You start to suck on his balls hard and he helped you take off your shirt. You suck his cock again and he does have hair but it's trimmed. His wide cock gets hard in your mouth and you suck his cock hard.

”Get on the bed,” Ben said.

You and Ben stand up at the same time, he pulled you closer to him. He starts to kiss you and you unzip your jeans. You feel his hands on your ass and he starts to squeeze hard. You take off your jeans and he starts to stroke your cock while kissing your neck.

”Ben” You moan.

He goes down on his knees and he starts to lick your cock. His wide tongue goes all over your cock. Now, he starts to suck your cock and you moan loud. Your fingers run through his hair and he starts to deep throat your cock. He starts to lick your cock up and down fast.

He stands up and he pushed onto the bed. He gets on top of you and you start to kiss him. He starts to grind his cock on your cock and he starts to leave huge hickeys on your neck.

”Ben... Fuck me” You moan.

”Let’s see if you can handle it,” Ben said.

You smirked at him and he kisses you one more time. You suck on his bottom lip. Ben gets up and grabbed the lube and he pours a lot on his cock. He starts to jerk off and you do the same jerk off.

”What about your wife?” You asked.

”We have enough time and the drive to her sister is six hours. I have you all to myself” Ben said.

Ben harshly made you get on your knees and hands. He grabbed your ass very hard and his tongue moves faster in your hole and you start to moan. Then he licks down to your balls and sucks on it. He rams his cock inside you and you grab the bedsheets hard. He slapped your ass very hard on both sides. He pulled your hair harshly.

”I will punish you for watching me jerk off,” Ben said.

His thrusts are rough and you moan very loud. His body is coated in sweat, his cock goes much deeper in you. He pulled you closer to him and his hand is around your neck and he thrusts roughly again. He starts to choke you and you like it. You start to jerk off and he chokes your harder.

”Ben!” You moaned.

He starts to pinch your nipples and he pushed you down to the bed. He sits in the chair

”Come here,” Ben said.

You get off the bed and go to him. You kiss him, you go down kissing his neck then down to his chest. You get on top and again you try to adjust to his size. Ben is thrusting hard again and he wraps his hand around your neck. He starts to choke you and you start to jerk off. His cock thrust in and out fast and hard.

”You are mine!” Ben growled.

” It's been a while since you fucked, haven't you?” You asked.

”Yes! Too long!” Ben moans.

You start to kiss him and his hands are on your ass. Next, you are bending over on the bed and he keeps fucking you hard. You and Ben sweat more and he moans loud.

You are lying on the bed and Ben pulled you closer to him. You are still on the edge of the bed and your legs are on his chest. He is stroking your cock while he is fucking you. Suddenly, his cell phone starts to ring and it's his wife. He picks up and you almost moaned aloud.

”Everything is fine,” Ben said to Vivien.

He makes you suck in his fingers. He pushes his fingers deeper in and you don't stop sucking his fingers.

”Just make it safe and stay for the weekend if you want,” Ben said.

He smirked at you and he hangs up. He removed his fingers out of your mouth. He puts your legs down and his hands roam your chest.

”We have all weekend” Ben smirked.

”Good to know. I need to cum” You said.

”Not yet,” Ben said.

He bends down and his cock is buried deep inside you. He starts to kiss and you hold him tight. He moans louder and he makes an ’O’ face when he cums inside you. Then he starts taking out his cock and he starts to jerk off. He cums on your chest and face then you cum start to cum.

”Good you are here all weekend. I haven't had sex in seven months” Ben said.

”I’m happy I can help and again later. Let’s shower together” Ben said.

”Give me a minute,” You said.

Later, you and Ben showered together and ate take-out food.

For the last three weeks, you and Ben started having an affair. Vivien has no idea, Ben would go to your place or you got to his place. Sometimes you have sex in his car or somewhere else.

Hi lovelies!!! I think I’m gonna start writing fics and imagines for Evan Peter’s AHS characters (more specifically Kai Anderson or Tate Langdon) please interact with this post if you’ll be interested in sending some reqs or if you wanna become mutuals or something! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hawthorne!Michael Imagine

Ok, this is my first imagine ever and i used google translate and my knowledge of English to translate this, so sorry if it sucks ;v;

There’s also a part two of this so let me know if you want to read it.

Y\N, even though she is a witch, is sent to the Hawthorne Wizarding Academy after being expelled from the Miss Robichaux Academy. There she meets a boy known as the golden boy of Hawthorne, that boy already hates her for some reason, so she decides to find out why after the teacher pairs them for a project, and she ends up discovering several other things about herself along the way.

Dom!Reader and Sub!Michael (for most of it at least)

Warnings: NSFW, Oral (fem and male receiving), Fingering (Fem receiving), Bad Words, Neck Grabbing (Suffocation too i guess) and Boot licking (Literally)

You have been causing rumors since the day you arrived in Hawthorne, a witch at a wizarding school, what could be stranger? Ariel would never have accepted you at school if you didn't have something special, and he can't deny that his magic was different from all other witches. The magic came to you as the air came to your lungs, in an almost angelic way. Several boys tried to compete with you, but none of them got to your feet, not even the well-known Michael Langdon, the golden boy from Hawthorne. The sorcerer has avoided you since the day you defeated him in a healing spell competition, your specialty. Since that day you can hear the snobbish comments he gives you when you walk down the hall, and of course you know of the rumors he spreads about you every day. Pathetic, you think every time you hear about one more of the things he says you did.

In response to all these comments and rumors, you decided to avoid him as much as possible by restricting yourself from even looking at him during classes. However, your plan failed when the teacher decided to put both of you together as partners for a new project, after all, you were the two smartest students in the whole school, so what could go wrong? As soon as you heard the news about your new project partner, you could feel the eyes of all your colleagues on the back of your neck, as if they were waiting for you to freak out and ask for another partner, but instead, you swallowed your pride and headed over to Michael's seat, with a smile on your face and holding out your hand.

- Michael, I think you already know that, but we are partners in the project, so I hope we can put our differences aside and work together - Michael slapped your hand away, and laughed.

- Make the project yourself, I'm too busy for this bullshit - That said, Michael got up and left the room. You thought for a few seconds before picking up your things and going after him, managing to reach him effortlessly.

- But we are partners, I will not do the whole project alone!

- So get an F, it won't make a difference to me - Michael smiled and hurriedly left, you didn't follow him this time, deciding that going back to your room would be the best answer.

You tried to study and be distracted by something, but the snobbish smile on Michael's face when saying ‘‘ It won’t make a difference to me ’’ just didn’t let you rest. What did he mean by that? An F wouldn't make a difference to you and he knew it, why does he have to be so narcissistic? You sighed and tried to concentrate again, but as soon as you realized you couldn't do it, you decided to go look for him to fix it. You decided to go straight to the boy's room, but he wasn't there, so you looked for him in the library, where you found him hidden behind a small little room made with bookshelves, the little bookcase room you had made, for you to use.

- How did you find my secret hiding place? - You asked with indignation in your voice, he snorted, laughing at you.

- It's not like you were trying to hide it after all - Michael was reading a book you've read a few times, one that talked about the test of the seven wonders. Michael sighed when he noticed that you still hadn't left - Can’t you just go fuck yourself and get out of here?

- Michael, what did I ever do to make you angry with me? - You asked, but Michael just ignored you - I mean, come on, can't you stop acting like a child and talk to me? - You sat next to Michael, closing his book while he was reading it.

- Can you stop bothering me and just say what you want already? - Michael was looking at you with anger in his eyes, but you didn't let yourself be shaken by it.

- I want to arrange with you an hour for us to do our project - Michael snorted when he heard you speak, opening his book again.

- I thought I made that clear already, I'm not going to do shit, especially with you - He turned his attention back to his book, but you wouldn't give up that easy. You opened your bag next to him and took your own book out of there, exactly the same one he was reading. You could see him looking away to look at your book, before chuckling - Do you think someone like you would pass the seven wonders test?

- I don't know, I just know that surely someone like you wouldn't pass - You can feel Michael's gaze on you, you can't help but blush when you notice the attention.

- You should be more careful with what you say, because you are talking to the person who will command you someday - You couldn't contain your laughter, which only made the wizard angrier - I suggest you put your attention on your book and stop bothering me, not that it will help you with anything, reading about something you could never do.

- Not wanting to be a snob, but the only wonder I haven't realized since I started my studies was the seventh.

- Descendum - Michael whispered, finally taking his attention from his book to look you in the eye. You could feel the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck prickling when you heard him say that word like that. You looked away, and he soon did the same.

- Cordelia wouldn't let me test this one, she was afraid that I wouldn't be able to return.

- That's why you got kicked out - Michael commented snidely - She knew you were weak and you tried to contradict her.

- I don't think she thought I was weak, I think she was afraid that I would go over there and kill Satan - As soon as you finished saying that, you could feel Michael grabbing your neck, cutting off your breath. For some reason, that phrase had made an angry expression cover Michael's face.

- Satan is the one who gave you your fucking shitty powers, so you should have more respect for him - Michael's look was almost predatory, but strangely charming in some way. You ran your hands through his, causing him to loosen your neck.

- I'm not afraid of you Langdon, I never was and I never will be - He stopped looking at you and went back to your book, you can feel him paying attention to your every move as you collect your book and get up to go. Before you left, you stopped and turned to Michael - If you are not in my room at 7 tomorrow for the project, I will look for your little wizards boyfriends to bring you by force.

- I already said I'm not going to do any fucking project! - The shelves closed in front of you, leaving you with no way out, you turned to Michael, who was now standing in front of you, just inches away from your body . Michael grabbed you by the neck, pushing you against a bookcase - You're not afraid of me? Your heartbeat would disagree with that.

Michael laughed as he watched your wide eyes and your attempts to breathe, he loosened his grip a little, finally allowing you to take a breath.

- I could kill you right here and now, and nobody would care, nobody would look for you or miss you, you know that, don't you? - Michael smiled and approached your neck, leaving a bite on it. You could feel Michael's breath on your neck, feeling your heart beat faster and faster in your chest, you used that feeling to conjure his magic in its purest form. Your eyes shone a light blue as you watch your magic go up Michael's leg, spread over the boy's body, you decided that you wouldn’t be nice to him anymore, and sent your magic to the boy's private parts, in order to make him feel pain, but the effect was just the opposite, Michael let out a loud moan as you did this. Michael released you and walked away, covering his mouth with his hand while his cheeks flushed.

- Won't you look at that - you said laughing - I found your weakness.

- Shut up - He said, still breathing deeply. If Michael had been so embarrassed by a little touch, what would he do if you touched him more? You decided to find out. With a snap of your fingers, Michael was thrown to the bench he was sitting on before, you crouched in front of him, leaving your eyes at the same height as his. You ran your hand through Michael's hair, pulling it and making the boy's head fall back. Michael tried to push you away, but you used your magic to pin his hands to the bench - Stop, let me go.

- Look at how the roles changed in just a few seconds - You laughed and brought your lips closer to Michael's, but you didn't kiss him, instead you grabbed the boy's cock over his pants, watching his reactions. Michael moaned into your mouth, grabbing the seat, trying to hold back the moans as you continued to run your hand over his pants. You watched as he tried to speak your name with difficulty, trying not to moan while doing so.

- Y\N… - He murmured.

- Yes? - You answered.

- Get your hands off me - You smiled and did as he said, and on top of that you released the boy from the bank. He continued to take a deep breath. As soon as you went to take your hand off the boy's erection, he grabbed it, preventing you from removing it.

- I thought you wanted me to take my hands off you - You said, with a snobbish smile on your face, Michael's expression was still angry, but now there was a little lust mixed in there - Do you want me to continue? - Michael nodded - Then beg.

- N-never - He said between breaths, you looked at him and stood up, turning your back to him and leaving, this time he couldn't hold you. You were about to walk out the bookshelf door when you heard him calling you - Wait ...

- You turned around again, Michael was looking at you with a flushed face and a need in his watery eyes. Please Y\N, keep touching me, he pleaded, and you went to him with a smile on your face, kneeling in front of him. You wagged your finger and Michael's hands clasped behind the boy's back, as if they were tied.

- Don't even try to let go of your hands, they'll only get even tighter - Michael nodded, obedient, great, you thought. Slowly unzipping Michael's pants, you pulled his cock out, running your tongue all over the boy's dick, watching him, seeing him tremble in front of you. As soon as you started to suck Michael's cock, you put the tip of it in your mouth. Michael let out a loud moan, and continued to moan when you started to suck it mercilessly. Michael could barely breathe properly between his moans, he moved his hips non-stop, trying to get deeper and deeper into your mouth.

- Oh my ... fuck - He let out a lot of bad words while trying not to moan, but he couldn't help himself. You just loved seeing him like that, being unable to contain himself, so you decided to play with him a little. You brought one of your hands to Michael's mouth, letting him suck and lick your fingers at will. He would bite your fingers every time you sucked his cock a little harder, and you could tell he was close to coming when he wouldn’t stop biting your fingers. Then you stopped sucking him, and stood up, smiling at him. - Why did you stop?

- We will meet in front of the library tomorrow after school to start our project, understood? - He groaned in need, Michael needed to feel your mouth again, he was so close. You took Michael's silence as a no, so you started to get your bags again, showing him that you were about to leave - If i can’t get a deal here, then i have no business staying here.

You continued to look at Michael, who just bit his lower lip until blood came out of it, then nodded.

- Yes, okay? Understood, now, please ... - You felt like turning around and letting Michael finish by himself, and that's almost what you did.

- Do it yourself, I'm busy - You grabbed Michael’s hair and kissed, with a snap of your fingers you released the boy's hands, which he quickly took to his cock, masturbating himself while you kissed him, when he was only seconds away from cumming, you grabbed his hair even harder and threw it his head back, biting Michael's neck and leaving a hickey there, Michael came as soon as he felt your lips on his neck. Again you got up and looked at Michael, his outfit was covered in cum, his generally perfect hair was completely messed up, and the look on his face was so submissive, you had never seen him like that, and you just loved it.

- Here, clean up - You took napkins out of your bag and handed them to Michael, who took them in anger - But I think you'll still have to wash those clothes.

- Fuck you Y\N, I'll kill you - He said, with anger in his voice. You grabbed his neck and looked him straight in the eye, laughing at him, which only made his anger build up- Go away, before I force myself to throw you on the floor and step on your neck.

- I want to see you try - You said, before turning around and walking away, straight to your room, where you locked the door behind you, just in case Michael came after you. You had finally tamed the boy wonder, and you couldn't be more proud of yourself for that.

The next day, Michael avoided you like you were the plague, he didn't even glance at you during class like he used to, you wondered if you made him even more angry. Classes were over and the schedule you had agreed with Michael had already arrived, but he was not yet at the library, you waited for more than half an hour, nothing. It was then that you went into the library and picked up the books you need for your research, then headed for Michael's room. You knocked on the door a few times, nothing, tried to open it, locked. Idiot, you thought before using your magic to open the door, Michael was at his desk writing something on his laptop when you walked in. He swallowed when you closed the door behind you.

- What do you want? - He asked, his voice filling with anger.

- What do I want? You should have met me at the library half an hour ago, so now we are going to do the project in your room, deal with it - You threw the books on the boy's perfectly made bed, and motioned for him to sit down - I won't bite, come here.

- You already bit me once - He showed you the hickey you left on his neck the day before - Do you know how many people have asked me about it today?

- That's what you get for being so naughty, now come here - Michael snorted and went over to you, standing in front of you and pushing you to the bed, you laughed - Your bed is much more comfortable than mine, do you even sleep on it?

- Shut up - Michael put himself on top of you and pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, but you weren't afraid, at least, not until the boy's eyes turned black as night. Michael noticed the look of fear and confusion in his eyes and laughed - You know, you may have given me pleasure yesterday, but you humiliated me, so how about I return the favor?

- What? - Before you could say anything else, you felt Michael's fingers lifting your skirt and putting your panties aside, leaving your intimacy exposed. You can't help but take a deep breath when you feel Michael's thumb quickly surrounding your clitoris. He laughed as soon as you moaned. - Shit

- You like that, don't you? - You could see your reflection in Michael's dark eyes, you were totally flushed. You tried to struggle to get your hands free, and Michael didn't take that well - You're being a bad girl, you need punishment, don't you think? - That said, Michael stuck two fingers at once inside your pussy, making you let out a loud moan and arch your back. Michael started to pull and put his fingers inside you, faster and faster, making sure to put his whole fingers inside you. You bit your lip, holding back his moans, which made him angry. - Stop fighting, moan for me, I want to hear your screams.

As soon as Michael finished his sentence, you could no longer contain yourself, moaning and letting out little screams in Michael's ear, who listened to them as if they were music.

- You're a little bitch, did you know that? Say it, I want to hear you say it.

- Fuck you - You finally managed to release one of your hands from Michael's grip, and used it to slap the boy in the face. Michael was silent for a moment, before grabbing your neck with one hand, squeezing it tight enough to cut your breath. Michael continued to fuck you with his fingers, this time faster than ever, but he didn't let go of your neck, he seemed to be testing whether you'd run out of air or come first, and he really was. After a few seconds of lust, you finally came, arching your back and pressing your pussy against Michael's fingers, which were soaked with your cum. Michael released your neck and licked his fingers soon starting to lick your pussy, sucking your cum like it was juice, you finally managed to breathe and soon started to moan again.

Michael was finally satisfied, and he looked at you while he licked his lips willingly. His eyes slowly returned to normal and so did your breathing. Michael sat in front of you in the bed, and you used that opportunity to kick him out of the bed, literally. You put your panties into place again and stood up, stepping on Michael’s neck hard enough to leave a bruise. But instead of being scared or angry, Michael grabbed your ankle and licked your boot, smiling at you as he did this. A red aura was emanating from the boys eyes as you felt your heartbeat slowing down, his presence became almost demonic, and you swear you could see horns on the boys shadow, but your feeling of anger made you ignore most of that.

- You’re such a whore Langdon - You said before letting go of his neck and grabbing your books, rushing to the door. 

- Where are you going? - He asked, but you didn’t answer and continued your way to his door, was his room getting bigger or was it just you? - No, you’re not - The door closed in your face before you could leave, you let out a sigh and turned to Michael, who was already making his way to you. 

- What? What do you want? - He grabbed your hand without saying a word, and connected your fingertips to his. That red aura started emanating from his hands as a blue aura started emanating from yours. As soon as the auras touched, they became purple. 

- I knew I wasn't imagining it...You’re not just a witch, are you Y\N? - Michael’s words cut your breath. That feeling you’ve always felt deep on the inside appeared in your heart again, that feeling of emptiness, like there was something inside that hadn't woken up yet. Your eyes connect to Michael's eyes, and it was like you could just feel like he had that same feeling before, but had just discovered who he was. Tears started to drip down your cheeks, and Michael leaned in to kiss you, but you turned your face away, quickly disconnecting your hands from his and getting out of his room. 

The days after that were strange, you noticed you saw Michael less and less everyday, and you saw it, months had passed by and you still hadn't talked to Michael. But, even though the lack of conversations between you two, you still couldn’t stop thinking about him, about what you felt when he touched you, about those dark eyes of him, about his red and demonic aura. The memories of Michael’s moans would pass over your head at least once a day, and you had to close your legs every time you remembered that. As time passed, you noticed that you felt more and more attracted towards him, as if he were a magnet that you could not stay away from. Could it be that you were ... falling in love with that stupid golden boy?