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murderer ➳ kai anderson

warnings : guilt tripping, slapping, choking, punching, i am 100% pro choice so don’t let my writing trick you, kill all babies 2021 😌

i felt completely numb as i began to walk out of the abortion centre. i didn’t know what emotion to portray, i just wanted to get home.

i looked up from the ground when i heard angry shouting coming from the parking lot. i scanned over the crowd of people calling me a murderer and other vile names. tears welled in my eyes as i chewed on my lip.

but my heart literally got ripped out of my chest when i saw my boyfriend among them. his dark eyes met mine as tears fell from them. i could practically see the anger rise in his body as fear rose in mine.

kai anderson had gotten me pregnant with what he liked to call a ‘messiah baby’. he strictly forbidded any form of abortion, but i didn’t listen. i wasn’t ready to have a baby. as the youngest member of his cult, he saw me as the most fertile. it took a few months for me to get knocked up, and in that short period, i fell in love with him and i’d like to think he returned the feeling.

his feet began to drag along the ground towards me and that’s when i ran to my car, unlocking it and climbing in as he ran after me. luckily, i managed to drive away. but now i had nowhere to go.

my family didn’t want anything to do with me when they found out i was pregnant, so i couldn’t go there. and i surely didn’t want to go back to kai’s house. nowhere to go.

-

i sat in my car in kai’s driveway, crying. i figured i might as well let him find me here instead of finding me somewhere else and getting in even more bother.

i was so busy in my mind that i barely acknowledged my car door being opened and a hand grabbing my arm, basically dragging me out. his hand slammed the door closed harshly and looked down at me. “look at me.”

my lifted my eyes to meet his furious ones that made me feel so vulnerable and small. “i’m sorry…”

kai huffed angrily, “get inside.” he commanded and i reluctantly trotted inside his house. when i passed winter who was looked worried for my life, she quickly gave my hand a squeeze and a sad smile. i returned the gestures and continued down to the basement.

and i sat on the sofa and waiting for whatever was to come. the basement door slammed closed and i heard the lock click closed, making me clamp my bottom lip between my teeth in fear.

kai came down the stairs and stood in front of me, sighing loudly. “un-fucking-believable, y/n,” his fingers came under my chin and forced my head up so i was looking at him. “why’d you do it? why’d you kill my baby?”

“i-i got scared. i’m 19, i’m not ready for a baby…” i said. it was the truth, i wasn’t ready. kai’s hand came down from my chin and roughly grabbed my throat, pushing me back against the sofa and towering over me. “it’s not fucking about you, and it never will be. you’re nothing to me, just a damn sperm bank,”

tears streamed down my face as i struggled to find my breath. was i really just nothing to him?his grip on the throat got tighter before he finally let go and let me breathe. “do you love me?” he asked and i nodded, feeling light headed. unsatisfied with my answer, his hand came across my face. “use your fucking words!”

“yes!”

kai scoffed and he watched me cry and hold my cheek. “do you think i love you?”

i’ve never felt so humiliated. i had fallen for this man and i hated it so much. “yes?” i answered in a questioning tone, hoping that i got it right. “you’re pathetic. you murdered my baby, and still expect me to love you? you’re a murderer.”

“like you’re much better?” i asked, big fucking mistake. he growled and slammed his fist into my rib cage, making me cry out. “i don’t love you, i never will and i never have. you don’t deserve love, you don’t deserve anything. i fucking hate you.”

-

yk it’s scary how good i am at writing abusive situations 🧍🏻

how evan’s characters would react to you getting pregnant ➳ drabble

tate langdon (pre death) :

| even though you were both young, tate told you that whatever decision you made throughout pregnancy, he would support you and love you no matter what.

kit walker :

| kit would be happy, you two had been trying for a child for what seemed like forever. he promises to raise the baby and always stand by your side.

kyle spencer (pre death) :

| kyle probably wouldn’t know how to react. he would be happy, but also a little scared. you were both young and didn’t really know much about babies. he would instantly get more protective of you though.

jimmy darling :

| jimmy would be happy, and would probably start convincing you to move away from the freak show so you could be a relatively normal family. you wanted to do that, but you refused and told him the freaks would look after you.

james march :

| james would immediately become more protective of you and spoil you a little more then usual. all the ghosts could sense that you were pregnant, so james wouldn’t let anyone near you apart from the countess, who surprisingly supported the both of you.

kai anderson :

| he would be over to moon. he wouldn’t let you go anywhere without him, he made sure you were eating correctly, sleeping okay and drinking the right amounts of water - all from day one. you were the mother to his ‘messiah baby’, and he swore to love you and the baby forever.

should of stayed home ➳ kyle spencer (pre-death)

warnings : attempted rape, please don’t read if this is your trigger!

kyle always persuaded me to come to his frat parties with him, and i did. but this time, i should of just stayed home.

every time we went to these parties, i stuck by kyle’s side or at least made sure i could still see him if he went off without me. i wasn’t always this clingy, i just didn’t like being alone in large crowds.

in that time, i had got to know some of his frat brothers… i didn’t necessarily like them, but i knew kyle would feel a little more comfortable if i had more friendly people around me. sometimes a little too friendly in my opinion.

but this party was different… at some point, i had wandered off from kyle and was now at a large table downing random drinks. me and kyle had a heated argument just before we left the house, i cant even remember what about, so i was drinking away the guilt… welly, trying to. it didn’t work wonders.

i felt a presence beside me and looked up, seeing one of kyle’s friends, archie.

“kyle’s been looking for you,” he said and i just shrugged

archie was creepy, i didn’t like him, nor did i like talking to him. i wanted my boyfriend, i wanted to tell him i was sorry. i wanted to go home.

he grabbed a drink from the table and slipped some sort of drug in it, of course in my state, i didn’t see it - and when he put it in front of me, i didn’t even think before downing it.

the drug hit me like a train, my vision became cloudy and i felt even more fragile then before. “are you okay?” archie asked, his fake concern working a little too well for drunk me. “im fine…” i lied, trying to walk away but my legs gave in. luckily, archie caught me before i hit the floor.

“come on, i’ll take you somewhere where you can lay down.” he said, his voice soft which tricked me into thinking he actually cared. i thought nothing of it, letting him guide me downstairs to an empty, cold room.

he laid me down on the bed as i struggled to keep my eyes open. i was a smart girl, even in my drunken and drugged phase, i knew the sound of a man unzipping his pants. but there was absolutely nothing i could do to save myself.

if i was too weak to even walk, there was no way i could push this vile person off of me. tears began to steam down my face as i stared up at the ceiling, hoping that i would suddenly wake up from this nightmare. i felt his rough hands grope my body, trailing up and down my thighs, lifting my skirt as he chuckled darkly. “kyle is a lucky man.”

his hand was just about to tug down my underwear when he was yanked away. i turned my body so i could see what was happening and it was kyle.

he was on top of archie and furiously smashing his fist against his face. more frat boys came down to see what the problem was and grabbed both boys, pulling them away from each other. kyle got out of their grip and quickly made his way over to me, sitting behind me and pulling my body into his chest as i sobbed, clinging onto him.

he kissed my forehead and stared crying himself. “i’m so sorry, baby. i’m so sorry.”

-

not me crying a lil

payback ➳ kai anderson

suspicion rose in my body as i sat in my bat shit crazy boyfriend’s basement and heard moaning and groaning from upstairs.

not gonna lie, i was a little mental myself, but not nearly as much as kai.

i got up from the couch and made my way up the stairs, following the erotic noises. on my way, i passed speedwagon, one of kai’s followers. he grabbed my arm and stopped me from walking “i wouldn’t.” 

“what? why?” i asked but he just shook his head “just don’t, y/n.”

speedwagon was more or less the only person in kai’s cult that was actually nice to me and cared about me. truthfully, i think he had a crush on me, but i would never confront him about it.

i rolled my eyes at him and slipped out of his grip, continuing my trip to the noises. i silently opened the door to see kai shamelessly fucking meadow who was tied up. i swore i felt my heart literally shatter.

the sadness was took over by my rage and i stepped forward, my foot kicking the back of kai’s leg so it buckled and he fell. his sweaty faces looked up at me “oh, fuck.”

“i fucking hate you, kai.” i simply said before my hand collided with his face, making sure it was hard enough to leave a mark. satisfied, i turned around and walked out the room, down the hallway. my body continued to radiate with pure anger as i spotted speedwagon down the corridor.

i snaked my hand to the back of his head and brought him down, smashing my lips into his. being kai’s most loyal follower, i expected him to push me away, but instead, he kissed back with as much force as i did in a rough, vengeful kiss.

i looked to my side to see kai stood at the end of the hallway, murder in his eyes. i winked at him, making his anger more evident, before walking backwards and pulling speedwagon into an empty room.

i knew it was petty, but it was payback.

dating sally mckenna ➳ hc

• you both get high and drunk together

• she always leaves some kind of mark on you after sex

• she protects you from the other ghosts

• obviously plans on killing you at some point so you both can be together forever 

• she is constantly afraid that you’re going to leave her

• absolutely hates it when you leave the hotel

• her biggest fear is being alone, so you make sure she knows you love her everyday

• you were the first one to say i love you

• you make sure she doesn’t go overboard with the drugs

• whenever she sees you she gets those stupid little butterflies

• at the start of your relationship, she was a little distant - not wanting to get too attached to you

• ^ but then she always wanted to be around you. you made her feel alive again

• you teach her how to use twitter and instagram

• liz would thank you for keeping her stable

• the ghosts would notice how much you changed her, and they appreciated it

• she would try and convince you to kill people with her, but it never worked

draco wasn’t misunderstood, he was just a dickhead

anyway, idk who to write for

dying in murder house

the pain swirled through my body as i dropped to my knees, holding on the the base of the knife i had been stabbed with. “why?” i managed to choked out, blood dribbling out my mouth.

“you took my daughter away from me.” constance growled above me, looking down at me with pure hatred. normally i would fight back, say something witty… but it hurt way too much. “i’m sorry…”

constance scowled and kicked my hip, making me fall to the floor as she strutted away. she was wrong, i didn’t take addy away from her. all i did was do her makeup and give her a few essentials that she asked for. in my opinion, i did the right thing. i made her happy is all.

i knew the history behind this house, tate had told me. anyone who died here, their soul gets trapped. i didn’t want to die here, anywhere but here. the thought of being trapped make my body ache even more. i was upstairs, and there was no way i would make it outside with a knife in my stomach.

i rolled on my back and pulled the knife out, crying out in pain. my hand pressed on the wound, tears spilling out my eyes. this was it.

i’m so incredibly bored

being winter anderson’s girlfriend ➳ hc

• makes sure you don’t get involved with kai or his cult

• you both go out to vote together

• and panic together when hillary lost

• you listening to her conspiracy theories

• bitch about trump together 

• both of you get absolutely wasted

• she was the first one to admit she loved you

• “i think i love you, y/n.”

• “i love you too, winnie.”

• defending you when kai mocks the both of you

• she almost always wants to go to your house instead of hers

• never left you alone with kai

• looked after you if you were having a depressive episode

• she was more or less the dominant one in the relationship

• watching horror movies together nearly ever night and then making fun of their stupid decisions

winter > kai

leave him ➳ maddy perez

i sat on maddy’s bed, listening to her bitch and rant about her abusive boyfriend, nate jacobs. i had heard it all before.

“i hate him so much.”

“he’s such a dick, i don’t know why i’m with him.”

but she still loved him. no matter what he did, no matter how many bruises he left on her body, she still adored him and saw him as the perfect man for her. it was sad… and annoying. 

i only want what’s best for maddy, she was my best friend and the only person that cared about me.

“fucking leave him, maddy. you know he isn’t good for you.” i murmured from the bed, not looking up from my phone. maddy sighed “he loves me. and i love him, i’m not gonna leave him. i just don’t understand him.”

“he loves you?” i asked, looking up from my phone and at her “yeah.” maddy replied “then what’s with the bruises? and the screaming? that’s not love, that’s just an excuse.”

“it’s not your business!”

“obviously it is because i hear it every single fucking day, maddy.”

maddy exhaled angrily “well, i’m so sorry for telling you how i feel, but in case you forgot, you’re my best fucking friend!”

“am i? or am i just your therapist? he’s not the answer, mads. and you know that.” i finished, grabbing my stuff and walking out of her bedroom, hearing maddy let out a sob as i did so.

i knew it was harsh, but jacob was ruining her life. hopefully she knew how much i cared.

-

it was a few hours later and i laid in bed watching tv when my phone dinged, telling me i had a text.

from maddy 💗

i’m sorry

from maddy 💗

please

from maddy 💗

i love him

-

to maddy 💗

i love you

envy ➳ rue bennett

it hurt… seeing her so happy with jules. god she was just so happy with her. it filled with a rage i didn’t even know i had. 

me and rue had been friends for what seemed like forever and in that time, i had fallen for her. it wasn’t intentional, in fact it was the most painful thing i had experienced. but she loved jules, and still saw me as just a friend.

rue was perfect. all i wanted was her, and i didn’t care about the drugs… i wanted her so badly. i was envious.

jules had taken her away from me, and i missed her so fucking much. i wanted to tell rue that i loved her, and i missed her, and i couldn’t take this anymore… but i hate to think of the aftermath. what if she stopped talking to me? what if she loved me back? what if she’s hated me all this time? it was all too much.

i just wanted her back.

yeah don’t ask why it’s so short 

how the coven would react to your death ➳ drabble

cordelia goode :

cordelia would cry. you were one of her girls, one of her own and she had lost you. she would keep a strong face on for the rest of the coven but there would always be a hole in her heart where you truly belonged.

zoe benson :

zoe would take a little while to progress that you had gone, and it would be painful when it finally settled in for her. you two were close and she adored you. losing you hurt her a lot.

misty day :

misty would be wondering what went wrong. she wanted to bring you back to life but cordelia told her it was too late. since then, she felt guilty for not bringing you back to your family.

madison montgomery :

the news would stab madison like a knife, but she did quite well not to show how much your death effected her. you stood by her side since you met her, learning to deal with how rude she was, helping her with her trauma of that night. she would sometimes cry when nobody was around, missing your laugh and smile.

fiona goode :

fiona would be upset. you were one of the witches she could actually tolerate. she probably wouldn’t cry, maybe let a few tears slip when she found one of your necklaces on her bedside table that you left for her.

queenie :

queenie would be shocked, you and her had just started to become very good friends and she liked you a lot. she would cry, wishing she had got to know you better a lot earlier and better.

nan :

nan would go quiet for a little while, wishing she had told you how pretty she thought you were, wishing she had started a friendship she knew would be amazing. although she didn’t know you as well as she wanted to, she missed you a lot.

lmao, not me tearing up a lil

blood ➳ the countess

build up

during my stay at the hotel cortez, i had encountered a lot of people… or ghosts. i couldn’t really tell at this point. but none of them rose above elizabeth, better known as the countess. 

she checked every mark. absolutely stunning, intelligent, mysterious and erotic. all of them mixed together created one incredible woman.

i first met elizabeth at liz’s bar drinking away my worries. my confidence immediately dimmed when she came in my direction, her dramatic dress making me self conscious of my outfit. i had never thought about my sexuality, but when she was present, i was constantly questioning my feelings.

we somehow went from having long conversations at the bar to having desperate make out sessions in her room. i don’t know how i got there, but i wasn’t complaining one bit.

“y/n, darling. come here,” i heard elizabeth say as i came into her room only dressed in a towel since i had just gotten out of the bath. i gladly sat beside her and let her thumb stroke my cheek. “i have a request.”

“and what would that be?” i asked, her sharp finger tip trailing down my neck and down my chest, leaving a long scratch mark. “i want to turn you.” elizabeth admitted and my eyebrows furrowed “really?”

i had been waiting for her to turn me since i found out about the mysterious blood virus she carried. she told me that she didn’t want to endanger me, which i understood, but all i really wanted was to be like her.

“yes, darling. really. but only if you concent.” elizabeth said, beautiful as ever. “y-yes. of course.” i smiled and she returned the action, kissing my forehead.

she took her finger away and placing it just above her breast, breaking the skin and letting her infected blood pour out. she tangled her fingers in my hair and brought my head down, humming when my lips wrapped around the cut, letting her blood run down my throat and heat up my body. “good girl.”

after i was pretty much done, my lips traveled up her neck and to her lips. the feeling of her lips against mine felt perfect, like it always did. but of course, i didn’t get the dominance for too long.

elizabeth pushed me down so i was laid on the bed and straddled my waist, basically ripping my shirt open and smirking down at me, connecting her lips to mine and trailing her hand up my thigh. “just a matter of time before you become my little vampire.”

how evan’s characters would react to someone insulting you

tate langdon (after death) :

tate would predictably get protective and take you away from the person who insulted you - for you and for him. depending if the person was still in the house, he would smack a bitch.

kit walker :

kit would attempt to get at whoever insulted you, but since sister jude’s punishments were so cruel and inhumane, you talked him out of it and told him it was okay. he would forever give the fucker who insulted you dirty looks during his torturous stay at briarcliff.

kyle spencer (pre-death) :

    kyle probably wouldn’t attempt to fight, he would just tell you to ignore the guy and that he loves you. probably call him a few names.

jimmy darling :

      jimmy would 100% try to pounce at the dude who insulted you, and then him as well. you did your best to hold him back, but they dude left with a bloody nose anyway. he would kiss you and tell you not to acknowledge what the dick said.

james march :

james would probably get someone not dead to murder the man outside his hotel, and then take his anger out on you while having sex. he would probably bitch about it for a little while before moving onto his next victim.

kai anderson :

much like james, kai would slit the guy’s throat and very much enjoy watching the blood spray around. you would shower together and when the blood was gone, fuck. he would tell you he loved you and that he would do absolutely anything for you.

masterlist

smut / build up

some have different titles

some are old works

i’m a minor so they won’t be as many smuts

^ but there will be build up 

all girl reader, sorry :/

evan peters

pumped up kicks ➳ tate Langdon

attention ➳ james march

coming for you ➳ kai anderson

coming for you p2 ➳ kai anderson

you’re a monster ➳ tate langdon

because i love you ➳ kyle spencer (pre-death)

how evan peter’s characters would react to your sh scars ➳ drabble

how evan’s characters would react to someone insulting you ➳ drabble

payback ➳ kai anderson

should of stayed home ➳ kyle spencer (pre-death)

how evan’s characters would react to you getting pregnant ➳ drabble

murderer ➳ kai anderson

american horror story

blood ➳ the countess

how the coven would react to your death ➳ drabble

being winter anderson’s girlfriend ➳ hc

in love ➳ winter anderson and kai anderson

dying in murder house

dating sally mckenna ➳ hc

other fandoms coming eventually

getting out ➳ nicky nichols

y/n strolled towards nicky nichols’s and her shared bunk (along with two other criminals) where the junkie was sat rolling up a cigarette. y/n rolled her eyes at her girlfriend and snatched the cig out her mouth. “what’s your problem, y/l/n?” nicky grumbled. she wasn’t being rude, that’s just how she was - and y/n was used to it. “not in the bunk, nichols,”

y/n sat down next to who she was certain was the love of her life “i’ve got news.”

“oh, really? and what would that be?” nicky asked, shifting in her seat so she was facing y/n. “i’m getting out early,” y/n smiled but nicky’s dropped slowly “in three days, i just have to not fuck it up.” 

“you’re serious?” nicky asked “yeah… aren’t you happy?”

“i mean, yeah, but… you can’t just leave me here.” she said “nicks, this is prison. they offered me an early release and i took it… you would do the same.” y/n explained “you’re the only thing keeping me sober, y/n. i-i can’t be here without you.” nicky stammered as she stood up and ran a hand through her frizzing hair.

“no, nicky, don’t do this to me…” y/n sighed, standing up after her. nicky looked away, tears smudging her commissary mascara. y/n gently grabbed her face and turned nicky’s head back to her, resting her forehead against her own. y/n looked up at her (height difference) and smiled sadly “i love you, nichols… and nothing will ever change that. when i get out, add me to your visitation list and i’ll come as soon as possible.”

nicky sniffled, placing her hands on her girlfriends waist. “i love you too. so much.”

—

it was a few minutes past midnight when a guard came into the girls’ bunk. “y/l/n, come on. van is here.”

it was now three days later, the day nicky dreaded. she knew that she was being selfish, but it was true. y/n was the only thing that was actually keeping her sober. sure, a few slip ups, but y/n was there to coach her through it and get back on track.

y/n, on the bottom bunk sat up. her stuff was already packed - apart from the things she had given away, and she was quite literally ready to go. y/n got up and looked over to nicky’s bunk but she was already climbing down.

the guard rolled his eyes as the both of them intertwined their fingers and held hands before leading them away.

no words were exchanged between leaving the bunks and getting to the door. “alright, saw your goodbyes, y/l/n.” the guard said.

“this is it,” nicky sighed, opening her arms and y/n instantly wrapped herself in them, grabbing the back of nicky’s shirt. “i love you.”

“i love you too. stay sober for me, nicky. please.” y/n said, pulling away and wiping nicky’s tears away as she nodded. she was at least gonna try.

“come on, now.” the guard encouraged. nicky pressed her lips to y/n’s and the guard cringed in disgust and looked away. “i gotta go.” y/n smiled. she walked through the door, her hand slowly slipping from nicky’s before the door was closed and locked from the outside, leaving nicky in the hallway.

“fuck…” nicky whispered to herself.

now she was practically alone.

American Horror Story - Google Drive

Considering everyone needs a little distraction during these tough days of social isolation, I present to you the Google Drive link to ALL seasons of American Horror Story!

• Yes it’s save, I uploaded all files myself
• Season 10 will be uploaded once it starts airing
• Not every season fitted on óne Drive, so for some seasons there is a word document with a link to a separate drive

Please let me know if anything is wrong with the link!

literal life saver

how evan’s characters would react to your sh scars

tate langdon (pre-death) :

tate would spot your scars while you were cuddling and watching horror films. he would be shocked and very upset. he would start tearing up and hold you close to him, but he wouldn’t ask for you to explain why you did it. he used to do it himself not that long ago, so he understood.

kit walker :

kit would notice that you were wearing more long sleeves then usual, even though it was summer. after he came home from work, where he had been constantly thinking about you tugging your sleeves down when he came around, and it finally clicked. he cornered you in the kitchen, trying not to intimidate you and gently grabbed your arm. “kit…” you would whine “please let me look, y/n. i couldn’t live with myself if i didn’t try.”

kyle spencer (pre death) :

      you weren’t sure how kyle found out about your scars, but he did. when he confronted you about it, you cried and started apologising. “no, no, no, don’t cry,” kyle would hush and wrap you in his embrace as you cling to him “i love you, okay? you don’t have to do that anymore.”

jimmy darling :

      jimmy would notice them while you two were singing together. his mood would immediately drop at the sight but he carried on singing none the less. when your act had finished, jimmy barely have the crowd a chance to applaud before taking your hand and leading you outside the show. “i saw them, y/n.” he sighed and you began to panic a little “s-saw what?” your eyes avoided his but he lifted your face to his again “talk to me, baby.”

james march :

      james would be more angry than sad - not at you, of course. but more at himself. he felt as though he hadn’t done enough to protect you. he didn’t exactly confront you about it, but you knew that he knew when he began to change his behaviour around you. he would be more protective (if that was possible) and more gentle towards you. he would tell you that he loves you everyday, make sure you were eating and drinking and getting enough sleep.

kai anderson :

      kai would find you in the act, a blade pressing into your skin. he would quickly take the blade away from you and help you up from the bed, neither of you sharing a word. he would run you a bath and wash you hair as you cried softly in the bath, but enjoyed his gentle hands cleaning your body. after all the blood had washed away and you were dry and clean, you both would cuddle on his bed as he finally broke the silence. “i love you so much, y/n. so fucking much.”

-

loganmcowen:

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

i love you ➤ kyle spencer

(mentions of sexual assault, i don’t intend to romanticise sexual assault)

kyle wearily knocked on his girlfriends door, waiting to see her smiling face.

y/n finally opened the eyes and as predicted, had a polite smile already plastered on her beautiful face… but it immediately dropped when she saw kyle’s tear stained face. a worried look took over and she pulled him into her arms and into the house, shutting the door.

kyle sobbed on her shoulder, the sounds stabbing y/n directly in her heart. she pulled away and cupped his face, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs “what happened, kyle?”

“it happened again,”

y/n heart dropped. she knew what that implied. “i don’t know what to do…” kyle cried and y/n kissed his cheek “i do,” she stated “but first, you’re gonna get a shower and make yourself comfortable on the couch. i’ll be back soon enough.”

-

y/n stood outside kyle’s mom’s, alicia’s, house. her mind was desperately trying to talk her out of what her intentions were but it just didn’t work. she yanked open the door which was carelessly left open and slammed it back shut, making sure to lock it.

alicia stumbled forward and she instantly became annoyed. “oh, you.” she sneered “yeah, me.” y/n growled, pouncing forward and grabbing alicia’s knotty hair, dragging her to the ground.

even though she was a little smaller then the older woman, she still managed to trap her underneath her. she restrained her arms above her head and straddled her. “you are the sickest person i have ever met and i hope you rot in hell.” y/n said before one of her hands slipped in her back pocket and pulled out a pocket knife.

fear took over alicia’s ugly face before her throat was slit open, blood gushing from the wound and spraying up at y/n. she stood up and looked down at the love of her life’s mother’s dead body.

-

kyle and y/n laid on her couch watching tv, his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

he must of forgotten about what y/n said before she left, because it took him a little while until he questioned. “hey, what happened with my mom?”

“uhh…” y/n wasn’t sure how he would react to his mother being slaughtered like a sheep. “i took care of it.”

“what does that mean?”

y/n pulled away to look at him “y/n, what did you do?”

“kyle, i love you. i did for you… for us.”

“you didn’t… kill her, did you?” kyle asked, expecting his girlfriend to laugh and say no. but she just stayed silent, looking like she was about to cry. he stood up and ran a hand through his blonde hair “what the fuck?”

“i’m sorry, i-”

 "you killed my mom?!“

-

you’re a monster ➤ tate langdon

my breathing began to get jagged as i continued to scroll down the article i was reading on my phone. as soon as i saw the love of my life’s face on the screen i let out a sob “tate?…”

my bedroom door was practically ripped open as tate came through it, starting to walk towards where i was stood. “i heard you crying, what happened?” he asked, completely clueless to what i had just found out. his hands reached out to touch my face but i moved away “y/n?”

his eyes drifted to my phone, tilting his head slightly to see what i was looking at… and then he realised. he took my phone and threw it on the bed “y/n, listen to me-”

“you killed them…” i whispered as tears freely flowed down my face “tate, you murdered them!” i continued, my voice raising. tate’s eyes began to water as he struggled to reply “say it.”

“i…”

“say you killed them!”

“i killed them!” he shouted over me before covering his face and crying in his hands. i exhaled harshly and swerved past him, going to leave the room but he grabbed my hand “don’t leave, y/n. i love you.”

we had never said that. truthfully, i wanted to because i did. i loved him.

“i love you too, tate…” i admitted and he let out a smile through his tears “but you’re a monster.” i finished and i could almost see his heart break in his chest as he let my hand slip out of his before i ran off.

-

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in love - winter & kai anderson

my eyes fluttered open as i woke up, seeing winter sat at the edge of the bed. i wrapped the covers around my bare chest and laid on my stomach beside her “everything okay?”

winter clicked her phone off and looked down, smiling at me. “yeah, it’s fine,” her painted nails brushed the hair out of my face before her smile dropped and she pulled away “kai’ll be home soon…”

i frowned and sat up, pulling her face closer to mine and connecting our lips “can i ask you something?” she asked, pulling away again. “sure.” i said, starting to get up and collect my clothes, putting them on

“what would happen… if i fell in love with you?”

“winter…” i was cut off when the front door opened “i gotta go.” i whispered, kissing her again before leaving her room.

“what are you doing in there?” kai asked “i was just checking if winter was hungry… she isn’t.” i lied. kai stared at me for a few seconds before shrugging, coming over to me and pressing his lips to mine in a rough kiss, taking my hand and leading me down to the basement.

he sat down on the sofa, bringing me down on his lap. “you look sweaty.”

“it’s fucking hot outside,” kai sighed, pulling off his shirt “what have you been doing all day?”

fucking your sister “uh, nothing. just stayed down here and watched tv.” i said, drawing patterns on his chest.

i know i sound like a bad person, a cheater. although i loved kai, i had a strong attraction to winter. i wanted them both… not at the same time though, that’s fucking weird.

i leaned down and kissed him, his hands travelling from my hips to my ass. even though i was on top, he still had complete dominance over me - like always. “are you going out tonight?” i asked between the kiss and he nodded as best as he could, flipping up over and laying me down. “kai, winter’s upstairs.” i said as his lips moved down to my neck “so?” he murmured and i rolled my eyes “so i don’t want her to hear.”

kai groaned against my skin and rested his chin against my stomach, looking up at me. “do you love me?” he asked. normally when he asked this, it was playfully, but his face was only serious. and then it hit me.

yes, this man who i loved very much was a murderer, but he had been through so much… and i was cheating on him. he admitted to me that i was the only thing that made him happy, and i was doing this to him? these thoughts stabbed me in the heart so much that i wanted to cry “always will.” i replied, the both of us oblivious to winter stood at the top of the basement stairs, listening to every word.

-

i stayed in the basement until kai had left, making sure to wait a few extra minutes in case he came back, and then i made my way to winter’s room again.

she was sat on her bed staring at her hands. “winter?”

i sat in front of her, softly taking one of her hands in mine as she slowly looked up. “i love you.” she admitted sadly, her eyes already glossy from previously crying. me and winter started hooking up after i ranted to her about what me and kai had argued about that night. i don’t think either of us were planning to fall in love, but here we are.

“i can’t…” i said. it hurt to say and it hurt ever more when she dropped her head and let out a sob. i cupped her face and brought her head back up, resting my forehead against hers “i wanna be yours, y/n. please.” she cried “kai would kill us both-”

“i don’t care!” winter suddenly yelled, pulling away from me and standing up, running a hand through her dyed hair. “you love him, but you don’t love me.”

“what?” i asked, getting up myself. i did, i really did love her. she looked at me with anger, jealousy, sadness and love “i hate you.”

“you don’t mean that.” i said. her anger pushed all of her other emotions out the way as her hands pushed harshly on my chest, shoving me into the wall. i began to cry, not because of the pain she inflicted on my back, but seeing her in such pain - and because of me.

she covered her face and let out another sob before coming towards me and repeatedly hitting my chest and shoving me back. despite her hand movements, i grabbed her wrists. mascara was running down her face as she stopped hitting me and instead fell to the floor. i kneeled down in front of her and wiped away all the running makeup “i’m sorry…”

“shh, it’s okay,” i smiled softly, pulling her into my embrace “i love you, winter.”

coming for you p2 - kai anderson

3rd person

kai meant what he said, that he’d do anything and everything to get out of robert gordon correctional facility. even if that meant seducing and fucking the correctional officer, starting another cult, and killing more people. it worked though.

kai never cared about anything or anyone (apart from winter) before he met y/n, the only thing he desperately wanted was her to be happy, and most importantly, alive.

so, he had successfully killed his newest cult member, sliced off his face and left him in the prison kitchen for the officer to discover. he was clever about it though. the guy he killed had the same tattoos as kai, nearly the same body type and skin tone as well. the fake news that council man kai anderson discovered dead brought everyone comfort. - apart from y/n.

she was completely heartbroken. when she was told by beverly, she broke down into her arms. beverly hated kai with a deep passion, but she didn’t at all hate y/n.

“he was gonna come back for me, bev…” y/n cried softly, closing her eyes as beverly wiped her tears away. she didn’t really know what to say, she was happy that kai was gone, but hated seeing y/n like this. “i know, y/n. i’m sorry.”

1st person

i stared down at my phone that rang on the sink. i had just finished getting out of the shower, bev told me it would make me feel better. it didn’t.

it was an unknown number. maybe it was the correctional facility calling to mock me about kai’s death, or maybe it was one of the old cult members that was feeling sorry for me. whoever it was, i didn’t want to answer it. and i didn’t, i just stood and watched it ring until it went silent. i sighed, grabbing my phone and trailing back into my bedroom.

i towel-dried my hair and slipped on one of kai’s shirts and some shorts before my phone pinged with a notification.

unknown number. open the back door.

that’s terrifying.

who is this?

unknown number. just do it, y/n.

logically, i would of ignored it, i mean, it could of been anyone, but i still made my way down to the kitchen where the back door was. i knew this was absolutely stupid, but if i was to be killed, i wouldn’t have to live with this this broken heart anymore. 

you know, maybe it was my mom, or my sister coming to apologise. actually, i seriously doubt it. i unlocked and opened the back door, waiting to be assassinated.

unknown number. don’t panic

my eyebrows furrowed at the text. my eyes snapped up when the door was shut and i was no longer alone in the house.

“kai?”

maybe it was the antidepressant fucking with my brain, or maybe he was stood in front of me. alive.

“i told you.” kai smiled and it took me a few seconpds before i wrapped my arms around his neck, his around my waist.

“they told me you were dead,” i sobbed “your body was found in the kitchen without a face.” he pulled away and cupped my face, looking down at me with pure love. “it was a part of my plan to get out,”

he brushed away the mascara that ran down my face, pressing his lips to mine “i would never leave you.”

i pulled away and smiled “what did you do to get out?”

-

“what the fuck, kai?! seriously?”

“y/n, i did it for you.”

“oh, for me? you fucked the correctional officer for me? appreciate it very much.”

“y/n-“

“i thought you loved me…”

“i do!” kai yelled, stepping closer to me “then why would you do this to me?!” i cried back, pushing harshly on his chest “why?”

he broke down, tears poured out of his eyes as he sobbed “i didn’t know what else to do…”

i tried to see if there was any lies in his face. maybe he was just trying to get sympathy… but he wasn’t. i gently removed his hands that covered his face, wiping away his tears like he did with me. “please don’t leave me, y/n.”

“i never would.”

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coming for you - kai anderson

i jumped slightly as the silence was broken, my phone ringing loudly. i wiped away the tears that ran down my cheeks and picked up my phone, pressing answer

“hello?”

“this is a collect call from…” and automatic voice said before a real one finished the sentence “kai anderson.”

my heart jumped and i sat up as the robot voice continued “an inmate at robert gordon correctional facility. do you accept the charges?”

“y-yes, i accept,” i replied quickly and there was a quite click, then just the sound of breathing. “kai?”

“y/n, listen to me. i’m gonna find a way out of here, i’m gonna get to you.” kai said “how? you can’t just escape prison.” i pointed out, keeping my voice as soft as possible to not anger him. i knew better.

“i’ll do whatever it takes. i have no intention of leaving the woman i love alone in the world,”

i chuckled, trying to hide the immense sadness. long story short, the rat in kai’s cult, ally, had been given immunity by the fbi in exchange for selling us all out.

somehow, i was seen as a victim, as well as beverly, so we hadn’t heard a word from the authorities since kai got locked up. since the love of my life got locked up. of course, i was never a big fan of the whole cult business, but i never spoke up about it. everyone was afraid of kai, even before all this information was out on display. but barely had a reason to, he would never hurt me.

“kai…”

“i’m gonna get out, find ally, kill that whore, and then come back to you. you aren’t safe on your own. you need protection.” kai interrupted and i sighed. he wasn’t wrong.

reporters, cameras, microphones, unfriendly gestures shoved in my face every time i decided to leave the house. it was horrendous. i never said a word to them, not a peep. kai told me not to give them the satisfaction.

“how does it feel to be the lover of this psychopath?”

“are you really innocent?”

“are you still in contact with mr anderson?”

it was all the same. “i have beverly. she checks up on me and keeps ally away.” i told him “that’s not enough. she can’t protect you,” kai sighed “i’ve never loved someone as much as i love you, y/n. i’ll do anything and everything. i’m coming for you.”

normally, if a cult leader said that to you, you’d move to china. but no. and when kai says he’ll do something, he’ll do it. “i love you too, kai,” i shouldn’t encourage such behaviour, but all i wanted was him. “please come back to me.”

UMMMMMM PART 2 PLEASE!?!?!

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coming for you - kai anderson

i jumped slightly as the silence was broken, my phone ringing loudly. i wiped away the tears that ran down my cheeks and picked up my phone, pressing answer

“hello?”

“this is a collect call from…” and automatic voice said before a real one finished the sentence “kai anderson.”

my heart jumped and i sat up as the robot voice continued “an inmate at robert gordon correctional facility. do you accept the charges?”

“y-yes, i accept,” i replied quickly and there was a quite click, then just the sound of breathing. “kai?”

“y/n, listen to me. i’m gonna find a way out of here, i’m gonna get to you.” kai said “how? you can’t just escape prison.” i pointed out, keeping my voice as soft as possible to not anger him. i knew better.

“i’ll do whatever it takes. i have no intention of leaving the woman i love alone in the world,”

i chuckled, trying to hide the immense sadness. long story short, the rat in kai’s cult, ally, had been given immunity by the fbi in exchange for selling us all out.

somehow, i was seen as a victim, as well as beverly, so we hadn’t heard a word from the authorities since kai got locked up. since the love of my life got locked up. of course, i was never a big fan of the whole cult business, but i never spoke up about it. everyone was afraid of kai, even before all this information was out on display. but barely had a reason to, he would never hurt me.

“kai…”

“i’m gonna get out, find ally, kill that whore, and then come back to you. you aren’t safe on your own. you need protection.” kai interrupted and i sighed. he wasn’t wrong.

reporters, cameras, microphones, unfriendly gestures shoved in my face every time i decided to leave the house. it was horrendous. i never said a word to them, not a peep. kai told me not to give them the satisfaction.

“how does it feel to be the lover of this psychopath?”

“are you really innocent?”

“are you still in contact with mr anderson?”

it was all the same. “i have beverly. she checks up on me and keeps ally away.” i told him “that’s not enough. she can’t protect you,” kai sighed “i’ve never loved someone as much as i love you, y/n. i’ll do anything and everything. i’m coming for you.”

normally, if a cult leader said that to you, you’d move to china. but no. and when kai says he’ll do something, he’ll do it. “i love you too, kai,” i shouldn’t encourage such behaviour, but all i wanted was him. “please come back to me.”

I let out a shaky breath as the school door behind me shut and I stared down the empty and gloomy hallway.

It was 2 in the morning and I had received a text from my boyfriend, Stiles, who was currently possessed by an 1000 year old fox spirit. The text told me to come to the school library. Obviously, I was in clear danger as I knew it was unusual to come out of a room with an evil spirit in one piece. I just hoped the thoughts of me dying in multiple, horrendous ways stayed in my mind and didn’t become my reality.

I began walking down the hall, keeping my eyes straight forward but still aware of my surroundings. Since I was a student at beacon hills school, I knew exactly where the library was and my way around it. When I arrived at the library doors, I stared at them for a second before pushing them open.

The doors shut behind me again but more aggressive then normal and I stood completely still, knowing he was behind me. My hair was swiped to the side as his mouth came down beside my ear and I squeezed my eyes shut. “Thank you for coming, y/n.”

“I didn’t want to.” I said, rather quietly. “Evidently. You’re radiating with fear.” He pointed out, moving away and coming in front of me. I knew who he was, yet he was so unrecognisable now with his baggy eyes, paler skin and his hair flatter then before. Void.

“What do you want with me?” I asked “oh, nothing special. I just want to have fun.” Void shrugged “By doing what?” I asked again “Killing you would usually be the option, but that’s too boring. Plus, I think that I’m currently planning would do Stiles a lot more despair.” Void replied “what’s worse than killing me?”

He stepped forward, causing me to step back until I was pressed against the wall, looking up as he towered over me. “Fucking you.” He smirked and I slowly shook my head “please, don’t…” I whispered “why not? I can tell you want to,” Void said. Sadly, it was true. I had someone sexual attraction towards the spirit which I couldn’t control.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirked when he heard no protesting come from my mouth. “I can’t hurt Stiles like that.” I said and ran his thumb over my bottom lip “come on, y/n. It’s either you get stabbed and I leave you here to bleed out and die slowly, or, you could go through with your desire and ride my dick. Quite an easy pick, if you ask me. Die for fuck - your choice, princess.”

Of course, I knew what my decision was, but I didn’t want to give up so easily. Maybe if I just imagined it was Stiles, my Stiles, then I could come out of here alive. “w-what is Scott finds out?” I asked, hating to think of what Scott’s reaction would be. “Depending on his reaction, he would either die or have to live with it.” He replied. “You… won’t kill me, right?”

“Of course not.” He smiled softly, combing my hair behind my ears, his lips brushing over mine and his cold hands drawing patterns on the sides of my thighs. Our lips finally pressed together, my hands coming to the back of his head and pulling at his hair as the kiss progressively got tougher and needier. He moved his lips down to my neck, making sure to leave purple marks I knew I would have to make up a whole new routine to cover up.

His hands tugged at the end of my skirt and dragged it down my legs, descending onto his knees and slipping my shoes off. His fingers came up and didn’t hesitate to start rubbing my clothed clit. I moaned in pleasure and surprise as he watched me “aw, is this the effect I have on you?” He teased “shut up.” I breathed out. He smirked and pulled down my underwear, letting me step out of them. He grabbed my leg and hoisted it over his shoulder “fuck, you’re so wet.” He groaned “please, void.” I practically begged, getting desperate for some sort of pleasure. My hand instantly came down and grabbed at his hair again as he pulled my clit into his mouth “fuck!”

Two of his fingers pushed into me, my back arching away from the wall as my orgasm approached and moans slipped out of my mouth. His mouth pulled away and looked up at me, his thumb replacing his actions “louder, darling.”

I obeyed him, my moans getting louder and more frequent. How he knew my body so well, I had no clue, but as soon as I was about to let go, he pulled away completely and stood up. “What? Why did you do that?” I panted. He smiled and pulled my mouth open, making me suck his fingers clean. “Don’t worry, you’ll get to cum soon.”

He removed my shirt and pushed me down onto my knees in front of him, much like he did with me. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled down them along with his boxers just enough for his dick to be freed. He brushed the hair out of my face “open your mouth.” I did as he said as he slid into my mouth and didn’t wait to fuck it. My eyes began to water as the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. He grabbed onto my hair roughly and pulled down on his deeper and faster as I gagged and held onto his thighs, letting him dominate me in the ways I had imagined before. He groaned above me before releasing in my mouth and pulling out. “Swallow.” I did so, his thumb wiping away the cum from the sides of my lips.

He grabbed my hair and raised me to my feet, bringing me over to one of the library tables and bending me over it. “I need you, void. Please.” I panted “so desperate for it, aren’t you?” He teased, taking his cock and circling my entrance. My hand grabbed the edge of the table and a loud moan escaped my mouth as he pushed inside me. He moved my hair to one side and placed a kiss behind my ear “Stiles is screaming. He wants to be the only one to touch you like this.” He told me, beginning to slam in and out of me as my nails scratched at the wooden table beneath us. His arm pulled me up against his chest, continuing to pound into me as I moaned and whimpered. My hand tangled in his hair as my body jolted “I’m sorry, stiles…” I whispered and I felt void’s smirk against my neck before his lips latched onto my skin and sucked multiple purple marks. he moved his arm away from me and, with it being the only thing holding me upright, I dropped back down onto the table, catching myself on my elbows as I started moving my hips back and forth to try and match his amazingly fast paste. “Harder.” I managed out and his thrusts became rougher and more aggressive immediately. His hand came off my waist and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. “Look at me, y/n.” He said and my eyes fluttered open, locking with his dark ones. The eye contact and a particularly rough thrust made me cry out and my legs shake as I came around him, my body became weak as he came for the second time inside me.

He pulled out of me and turned me around so I was facing him. “You make some pretty noises, princess,” He said and I blushed “aw, don’t get shy now. I think we’re past that point.” He stated, grabbing my hips and sitting me on the table. Once I realised what he wanted, I placed my hands on his chest “I don’t think I can do that again.” I admitted and he pouted sarcastically, tracing the marks on my neck “well, you’re gonna take it like a good girl and you’re gonna keep going until i decided I’m done playing with you.” He stated, smashing his lips into mine. He wasted zero time in sliding back inside me and I threw my head back, a drawn out moan erupting. My legs wrapped around his waist as he mercilessly pounded into me. His thumb rubbed harsh circles on my sensitive clit, his free hand wrapping around my throat but not in a way to stop my breathing. The tighter he squeezed my throat, the more I clenched around his cock “shit, y/n,” He moaned, slipping his hand away from my neck. “Say my name.”

“Void.” I sighed out, a moan cutting me off “louder.” He commanded and my nails dig into his shoulders “fuck, void!” I yelled, my legs shaking around him and my eyes rolling back as bliss took over my entire body. My nails raked down his chest, taking the last of my energy. I rested my head against him as I came down from my high and he came soon after.

the only sound in the large room was our panting and the occasional soft moan from me. One the energy came back to us, he pulled out and pulled his pants up and shirt on - which I don’t remember him taking off. “You look so pretty all marked up. What are you gonna tell them if they ask?” He smirked. My fingers slightly grazed the marks he had left on me and I shrugged, carefully coming down from the table and grabbing my underwear and skirt, slipping them back on along with my shirt. “Do you think ‘I fucked an evil fox who is currently terrorising the town’ would work? Or should I try something different?” I asked. He grabbed my waist and pulled me against him, pressing his lips to mine

“try something a little more subtle, darling.”

attention ➳ james march

“james…” i whined from behind my husband, watching his shamelessly dismember one of his many victims. “y/n, darling, please let me work.” james sighed, continuing to saw. I huffed loudly, practically storming out of the room and down to the bar of the hotel cortez where liz taylor was wiping down the counter.

with a frown on my face, I slid myself onto one of the bar stools. “what can I get you, ms march?” liz asked, watching as I pulled a cigarette from my pocket and lit it up, taking a long drag and blowing the grey air away. “something strong,” i shrugged “and again, liz, please call me y/n.”

she smiled at me, turning towards the selection of drinks on display behind her and scanning them. i knew she was rather intimidated by me, worried that if she spilt something on me or messed up my order i would complain to james. it was clear that she wasn’t aware that she is my favourite.

liz slid the drink of god knows what to me, my manicured hand grabbing the glass and downing it immediately, the liquid burning my throat. “what happened?” liz asked, resting her head on her hand in front of me. i sighed “james seems to be more interested in mutilating his victims then paying attention me, his wife.”

“want me to poison him?” liz joked and i chuckled “i’ll do it myself. I just want his attention, you know?” I said, crushing my finished cigarette against the ashtray and brushing the hair out of my face. “he does seem a little distant lately,” liz pointed out and I nodded, downing another drink she made. “speaking of the devil…” she muttered, looking over my shoulder. I followed her gaze to see my husband striding towards the bar. I groaned quietly, turning away.

“y/n dear, you didn’t tell me you were leaving."  james said, sitting beside me "you seemed busy. I figured I was a burden to you at that time.” I said back and he raised his eyebrows at my attitude. “of course not, love.” he pouted, silently waving off liz who gave me a smile before leaving. “I want your attention, but you’re always working. its extremely upsetting and sexually frustrating.” I admitted and he stood up, I figured he had heard enough from me. but instead, he came up behind me and moved my hair to the side, his mouth coming down right beside my head “let me make it up to you, darling.”

he held out his hand to me and I took it. he guided me to our room, number 64, and opened the door, letting me in first, like the gentleman he is.

he shut and locked the door after he followed me inside. he walked towards me and pushed me down onto the bed “so, you want my attention?” james said, clearly taunting me, i nodded slowly. he pulled my legs apart and stood between them, bending down and towering over me. he snaked his arm behind me and unzipped my dress, grabbing the ends of it and yanking it down and off my body. he groaned when he saw my bare chest and dipped down, dragging his tongue over my nipple as he massaged the other. i hummed in pleasure, my hands threading through his hair. he groaned in annoyance, pulling back and grabbing my wrists, snatching off his tie and tying it around them.

“fuck! no, james, please.” i whined, already trying to loosen the restraints. “i thought you wanted my attention?” he teased “yes, but not like this!” i continued, but shutting up when his hand reached into his pocket and he pulled out an extremely sharp blade.

i knew he would never hurt me, but good lord this was frightening. he traced my jaw with the side of the blade lightly and down my body. he grabbed my thighs and pulled me towards the edge of the bed, getting on his knees. my hips rose as he pulled down my underwear and parted my legs. james hovered the blade over the inside of my thigh before digging it into my skin. overloaded with excitement and lust, i barely acknowledged the sharp pain striking up my body. i gasped as his lips came across the cut, lapping up the blood that oozed out, kissing down until he reached my clit, wrapping his lips around it and instantly started to pleasure me intensely.

i cried out, my nails digging into the palms of my hands as his thumb ran over the fresh cut, the mixture of pain and pleasure driving me insane as he pushed two fingers inside me. he watched me as i squirmed, fighting the urge to clamp my legs together. he continued his assault with his fingers and mouth and i bucked my hips against his face, moaning loudly. he pulled away and looked up at me “oh, y/n. please don’t make me tie your feet apart.” he chuckled darkly and i nodded, biting my lip as he went back to his previous actions.

i whined, my legs shaking as complete bliss filled my body and i came within seconds, my back arching off the bed. i panted hoarsely as he kissed the way back up my body and to my lips. “are you okay?”

i smiled and nodded as he reached up and untied the belt around my wrists “what? is that it?” i asked, sitting up as he pulled my underwear back up my body. “yes, dear. i’m afraid i have to get back to work.” he smirked and i scoffed “james!”

he winked at me and walked out of the room. “ugh!”

pumped up kicks ➳ tate langdon

     “are you ready for this?” my boyfriend, tate, beside me asked. my grip tightened slightly on my steering wheel “yes. i’ve always wanted to end a few lives.” i replied. i knew it sounded formal and psychotic but tate was always suspicious of my answers.

i sighed deeply as we arrived at our shitty school. we were only doing this because of tate was frequently bullied for being different and ‘weird’. i wasn’t picked on at all until i fell in love with him 2 years ago, and everyone considered me a weirdo too. but i didn’t care, as long as i was with him. unfortunately, he did care.

i watched as tate grabbed the shotgun under his bed and then the bullets, loading it. “you’re not thinking straight, tate. put the gun down.” i tried. i knew tate would never hurt me, but this was terrifying to witness. “i’m sick of this, y/n. they treat us like freaks.” tate grumbled, getting another gun and repeating his actions. “tate, please…”

“they touched you today. they laid their fucking hands on you.”

he wasn’t lying. i was just trying to get to class since i was late, when i was shoved against a locker by one of the bullies. “i never realised how hot you were.” he said and i grimaced. his hand crawled up the back of my thighs as my eyes filled with tears. his actions continued until he was up my skirt and eventually squeezed my ass. i jumped but still remained frozen. i heart footsteps coming down the hall and i prayed it was tate, luckily, it was.

i looked down to the covers on his bed when his hand caressed my cheek, tilting my head back up. “i love you so much, y/n, and i’m sorry, but i can’t let them get away with this.”

-

i parked my car and looked to my side, admiring tate’s side profile. i reached behind me and grabbed the bag with a shotgun, a hand gun and bullets, handing it to tate and getting out the car, him following. he walked around beside me, his hand slipping in mine and intertwining our fingers. “it’s gonna be okay, y/n. we’ll be okay.” tate said, watching as i stared up at the school. i nodded and he started walking, me following.

-

from what i saw, tate had shot and killed most people in the hallway. i would say about 8 and i had shot 2. our faces were splattered with dry blood as well as our clothes.

i stared down at one of the people i had shot, blood pooled behind their body and you could clearly see the bullet wound in their shoulder. a hand touched my shoulder and i jumped a little, turning around to see tate. the only actual communication we had had through the shooting was a quick nod from tate or a smile.

tate looked towards the library which we hadn’t terrorised by us yet and i exhaled forcefully, following him as he marched towards it. i reloaded my handgun as we reached the main doors, tate reached out the grab the handles but the door wouldn’t budge. actually, it wasn’t a surprise. tate continued to rattle the handles until he gave up.

i spotted the side door of the library and i walked to it, grabbing the handle and pushing it down. as soon as the door was about to open, someone grabbed it from the inside. “tate!” i called and he came over, pointing his shotgun at the door and i moved out the way as he shot at it and the door was opened freely, us both walking in.

well, the library certainly wasn’t empty, and the kids in there certainly weren’t brilliant at hide at seek. we went to where the books were stacked up and walked around, trying to find the girl we knew where in there. tate shoved the books off the shelves and the girl on the other side screamed, probably realising that she had fucked up.

we rounded the corner to see a blonde girl kneeled down on the floor, tate didn’t even think twice about pointing the shotgun and pulling the trigger. the shot echoed throughout the large room.

tate turned to me and leaned down so his mouth was directly next to my ear “kill them.”

the two words sent a shiver down my spine but i still nodded, walking away and following the sounds the teens were carelessly making. there were a few sofa’s and behind them was a teen boy, laid on the floor. when he saw me, he pushed himself away from me “no… please no.” he whimpered. i pointed my gun at his head and pulled the trigger, the bullet going into his forehead as he slammed against the floor.

and then another gun shot sounded, from tate behind the lobby. i walked around to meet him and he cocked his gun, the shells hitting the floor. “hey!”

he turned around to see one of the jocks. “it’s enough, get outta here.” he tried but tate had already raised his shotgun and sent the dude dead on the table. there was a girl underneath the table who whimpered “oh god!”

tate leaned down and grabbed the table, flipping it over so we could clearly see the scared girl who had pissed herself out of fear. “why?!…” she cried, looking up at our emotionless faces. “please…” she whispered but as she finished pleading, i had already shot her in the neck as the sirens got louder from the outside.

“we gotta go.” tate said, grabbing my hand as we both ran out of the school, making sure not to trip over the bodies in the hallway.

we made it to my car and threw everything in the backseat, climbing in and i immediately turned the key and pulled out, speeding away as the cops arrived at the school.

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tate watched as i grabbed a wet towel and rubbed it over my face, wiping off the dry blood in his bathroom. it decided to to seep through our clothes, so i only had my underwear on and he only had his trousers on.

tate came up behind me and took the towel from me, moving my hair to the side and dragging it down my neck, collecting the blood.

“are you okay?” he asked, continuing to wipe. i just nodded, looking at him through the mirror “are you?”

“i’m… relieved. we don’t have to deal with them or their shit anymore, love,” tate said, kissing my temple. “is constance here?” i asked as he pulled the towel away when he figured i was clean enough. “no,” he sighed “why?”

i turned around and leaned against the sink, watching as he picked up our clothes and threw them in his room. “because you with a gun just so happens to turn me on, and i figured you might wanna do something about it.” i smiled and he chuckled “i certainly wouldn’t mind.” he swooped down and pressed his lips to mine, pulling me away from the sink and walking into his bedroom, never breaking the kiss until the back of my legs hit the edge of his bed and i fell back onto it.

“what’s gonna happen to us, tate?” i asked, i mean, we hadn’t exactly hidden our identities in the shooting, it was only a matter of time before a SWAT team comes through the door. he grabbed my waist and pulled me to the top of the bed, climbing on top of me.

“it doesn’t matter what happens, because i’ll be here. if we get separated, i will find a way to get to you.” tate said. clearly, at the time, i didn’t realise that if you died in this horrid house, then you stay here. forever.

“you’re amazing, tate.” i smiled and he scoffed playfully “i shot up a school.”

i laughed and rolled us over so i was straddling him “we shot up a school.” i corrected and he smirked, pushing his body up so he was sat up, me still on him. “are we gonna do this or are you just gonna sit on me and stare at me all night?” tate asked. i rolled my eyes before unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers off, throwing them across the room.

now only in our underwear, i leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, beginning to grind against him. his right hand snapped the waistband of my underwear against my stomach and i smacked his chest. he grinned and dipped his fingers underneath the fabric at last, wasting no time in applying desirably pressure onto my clit. i whined as he slid two fingers into me, pumping them in and out. my hands clamped onto his shoulders, moaning. his thumb came up to my clit and rubbed harsh circles

i grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from me. he licked his fingers clean as i pulled down his boxers. i positioned myself on top of him, kissing him roughly and sliding down on him.

“fuck, y/n.” tate groaned, his grip on my waist tightening as i moaned loudly, pulling his bedsheet over us. i started bouncing up and down on him, my body heating up immediately. he flipped up over and i yelped in surprise as he did so. he grabbed my wrists with one hand and pinned them above my head, his other hand wrapping my legs around his hips. he slammed into me at a relentless pace, burying his face into my neck. my nails dug into my palms while i bucked my hips up to match his pace. “tate, please let me touch you.” i panted. he groaned in annoyance, letting my hands go and they instantly came down to tug at his shaggy hair.

my legs tightened around his waist, pushing him deeper into me and he pulled his head away from my neck, his hand slammed above me, gripping harshly onto headboard. i raked my nails down his back, making sure to leave long, red marks and he whined a little in response. he roughly smashed his lips into mine, his teeth clamping into my bottom one and pulling it before letting go and kissing me again. i tasted my blood as he continued to snap his hips against mine.

“i’m close.” i moaned against his lips and he drew a pattern down my body before reaching my clit and rubbing circles. my back arched off the bed, my nails digging into his biceps as my orgasm hit me like a fucking train. so overwhelmed by pleasure, i barely realised his hips stuttering and reaching his release inside me.

tate laid his head on my chest as we both panted. i ran my hand through his sweaty hair before he sat back up at pulled out, grabbing his boxers and pulling them on as i pulled the bedsheet around my chest. we both heard the front door open and close “that’s probably constance. we should get dressed, she’ll be up in about a sec.” tate sighed, collecting our clothes and putting his on, me copying his actions. he went down to pick something up from the floor but i grabbed his hand and pulled him towards me “i love you.”

he smiled, kissing my forehead “i love you too. so much,” he said “i got something for you, sit.”

he walked into the bathroom again as i sat down on the bed. i heard the front door open again but this time a lot more aggressively, it definitely wasn’t constance. i ignored it as tate sat beside me and went to reach in his pocket before we heard his mother screaming.

“tate! tate!” she called. i knew she was fond of me so i stood up to go see what was wrong when tate grabbed me and pulled me back down. “tate?”

“no, please let me talk to him! just let me talk to him! tate!” constance screamed and i felt my eyes begin to water in terror, tate’s hand slipping into mine. the bedroom door was kicked open and, as predicted, a SWAT team came storming in with red gun lasers pointed at our chests. tate stood up, bringing me with him as the hand not holding mine raised and i copied his actions, trying to stay as calm as possible.

tate raised his hand and pointed gun fingers at his head, making a shooting sound. “tate…” i whispered before he let go of my hand and reached behind me to where a gun was. as he pulled the gun out of the bag, most of the lasers turned to him as bullet flew and hit him in the chest.

the rest seemed to go in slow motion, horror filled my eyes as i watched the love of my life fall back onto the floor. “tate!” i screamed, coming to his side and cupping his face, tears pouring down my face. “tate, no. no, please don’t leave me. please…” i cried. of course, i knew he was already gone. “step away!” i heard the SWAT team shout at me but i ignored it, i looking at his chest and seeing the bullet wounds and blood everywhere and i screamed again, stroking his face with my thumbs “i love you so much, tate,” i reached over and slipped the gun he attempted to grab “so much…”

i turned and pointed the gun at one of the men, shooting them in the shoulder. i don’t know what i thought would happen that, all i know is that i fell to the floor beside tate in agony, blood pouring from my body.

i coughed up the blood in my mouth, using the last of my strength to drape my arm over tate. struggling to find my breath before the pain stopped.

My back slammed against the mat once again and I groaned loudly, quickly shoving Mitch off of me and sitting up. I don’t understand why he was chose to be my personal trainer, he’s a fucking giant and I’m 5'5. Not fun.

“Lost again, y/n.” Mitch taunted and I glared at him “Why do you have to me so hard on me? I’m a fucking midget.” I asked harshly and he chuckled darkly, running a hand through his long, chocolate hair which I longed to tug on.

“You wanna be weak and get yourself killed? Be my guest. You’re not my problem.” He shrugged, getting up and walked to his kitchen and throwing me a bottle of water which I caught easily.

I wiped the sweat off my forehead. The sweat that lathered my body made my shorts and sports bra stick to me and my tied up hair droop. “Are you warm?” Mitch taunted and I stuck my middle finger up at him, making a sarcastic laugh face.

I got up and walked over to his kitchen counter, leaning on it and dropping my head. There’s was always this sort of tension between us two and it wasn’t unclear what is was.

Sexual.

Of course Mitch angered me to the point where I sometimes attack him but only end up being shoved against the wall and shouted at. We both have bad tempers which is not a good combo.

But you just can’t have sex with your trainer.

“Wanna take a break?” Mitch said and I immediately nodded, lifting myself up on his counter and resting my head on the wall.

Being an assassin wasn’t exactly my dream job but after a terrorist shot my mom, dad, little brother and dog, I was furious. I was 14 so I’ve been an orphan for 9 years. I was mostly angry about my little brother. What kind of sick, twisted person would kill a 7 year old? Bastard.

“Hey! Are you listening?” Mitch snapped and I blinked rapidly, forgetting where I was “Nope.”

He rolled his eyes and pulled me off the counter “Back on the mat.”

“What?!” I shouted, throwing my hands up “Back on the mat.” He repeated, harshly. I huffed and went back to the mat, him following me.

We began to fight and my back hit the mat 2 times before I did one of the moves that he taught me which ended up in me being on top of him. “I win.” I smiled and he grunted, tossing his head to the side to move the hair out of his face. He grabbed my wrists that were on his chest and rolled us over, pinning my hands to the mat above me. “I win.” He mocked and I rolled my eyes.

The room fell silent as we stared at each other

“Fuck it.” He muttered but before I could ask what he meant, his lips were shoved onto my own.

At that point, I agreed. Fuck it. He’s hot. I kissed back with as much force as I could since I was laying down.

He moved his lips down to my neck and kissed around until he found the spot that made me moan and assaulted it, leaving a purple mark we both knew people would question. He reached around my back and unclasped my bra before pulling my sports bra over my head and dragging my bra down my arms. He immediately attached his mouth to my right nipple, resulting in me moaning. After he was done with that, he began kissing his way down my body until my shorts got in the way and he dragged them off also.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and connected our lips while he carried me to his bedroom where I was laid on the messy sheets he slept in.

Once again, he kissed down my body and with a wicked smirk on his face, pressed his finger to my clit through the fabric of my underwear. I bucked my hips as he rubbed small, slow circles on the nub. I hummed in pleasure in return. He finally ripped the fabric. This is where I realised he was still fully clothed.

I tugged him up so he was level with my face and removed his shirt as he ground down on me through his grey shorts which I pulled down shortly after. Next where his boxers which visibly outlined his cock.

I wetted my dry lips and slowly pulled down my trainer’s boxers. His cock slapped against his stomach and he groaned. I swiped my thumb over the slit which was laced with precum before wrapping my hand around his shaft and slowly pumping. He groaned above me and I bit my lip, my own arousal making its way down my thigh. A burst of confidence struck through me and I decided to lick a bold stripe on the underside of his cock which made him moan loudly. I finally took him in my mouth and began bopping up and down while pumping what I couldn’t fit. “Fuck, you’re good at that.” Mitch moaned from above me and I went faster as he let down my hair

I pulled away, a string of my saliva connecting me to his cock as I wrapped my hands around him again. Suddenly, Mitch pushed me back onto the bed and connected our lips.

“Hands and knees.” He ordered, standing up. I scrambled until I was like he said, my hands and knees pressed into the mattress.

He ran his wet cock through my folds and I hummed. “Please, Mitch.” I begged, bucking my hips back in hope of something out of it but he just chuckled.

Without warning, he pushed into me. I let out a yelp of surprise and pleasure. He didn’t let me adjust to his abnormal size but, instead, starting pumping at a bruising paste. I moaned loudly with each movement he made and grabbed the sheets beneath me. His hands held my waist and increased his speed if that was even possibly. “Why haven’t we done this before?” Mitch grunted

“Because you’re my fucking trainer.” I managed out, followed by a loud moan and slapping of skin “You’re getting fucked by your trainer.”

Mitch ran his hand through my hair before grabbing it and yanking my body up all while pounding into me mercilessly. He trailed his hand up my thigh to my clit and rubbed harshly. I cried out and Mitch dropped my hair so I fell back onto the bed. He leaned down and moved my, now messy, hair to the side and bit my shoulder, increasing the overwhelming pleasure I was already being rewarded with.

“I could fuck you all day.” He moaned and I hummed “Be my guest.”

He drew patterns on my back while the coil in my lower stomach took over. My eyes rolled back and I let out a loud cry that could pass as a scream as my orgasm crashed over me. Mitch pulled out and released on my opening.

I collapsed on his bed and he fell next to me. The room was silent apart from our panting. Mitch day up on his elbows and brushed the sweaty hair out of my face “I can’t feel my fucking legs.” I groaned and he chuckled, getting up and putting on his boxers before throwing me his shirt. I waved my hand at him in a way of saying thanks before slipping the shirt on, his scent hitting my nose instantly. I picked up my underwear to put on but sighed in frustration “What?” Mitch asked

I held the shredded up material and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, his muscles flexing “Sorry.” He muttered, failing to hide his cocky smirk. I rolled my eyes and threw it across the room before flopping back on his bed.

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“Mitch, I can’t fucking walk!” I shouted when Mitch told me to get on the mat. I had been woken up by him telling me to get my ass on the mat for training. I attempted to stand up but my knees bucked because of what happened last night.

“This is your fault.” I pointed out “Yeah, I know,” Mitch said, walking over to his bed where I had fallen and climbing on top of me “And I’d do it again.” He whispered and I rolled my eyes as he stood up with a smirk. He wrapped his hands around the back of my knees and the other arm around my back, picking me up bridal style and carrying me to the kitchen where he put me on the counter.

He put his muscular arms on either side of me and leant down so our faces were nearly touching. He put one of his large hands on my thigh and slowly making his way up “Fuck sake” I moaned, grabbing his hand and putting it on my already wet pussy. He smirked at me and rubbed slow circles on my clit. I hummed and leant my head on the wall behind me. “How are you already horny?” Mitch chuckled “Because, Mitch, you are a very sexy man.” I said, moaning after. He smiled and scooped me up, putting me on his table where he laid me down.

He kissed me slowly before dragging his lips down my body until he got to where I needed him the most. Boldly, he swirled my clit with his tongue before taking the sensitive bud in his mouth, sucking. I arched my back and moaned at the sudden pleasure.

He circled my entrance with one of his slender fingers before slowly pushing in. I cried out and bucked my hips which made him add another finger. It wasn’t long before the coil in my stomach tightened

“Rapp! Do you know where y/l/n is?” A voice bellowed from outside Mitch’s, luckily, locked door. Mitch clasped his hand over my open mouth to muffle my moan while he still worked and curled his fingers within me

“Check in the gym?” Mitch suggested “Looked there.”

“Ehh…I don’t know. I’m busy at the moment” Mitch said “All right. If you see her, tell her I’m looking for her.” The voice said before footsteps disappeared.

The fact of nearly getting caught did it for me and the familiar wave of bliss took over me as my legs shook as I let out a cry which got muffled by Mitch’s shirt that he shoved in my mouth just in case. Cum leaked down Mitch’s fingers as he licked them clean

“He’s looking for you, by the way.” Mitch joked and I flicked him off

Mischief Night was a tradition for me and my boyfriend, Stiles. We would always play a trick on Coach and would always somehow get away with it. Coincidentally, it was Coach’s birthday as well as Mischief Night. Double kill.

“What are we doing tonight?” I asked as me and Stiles entered the locker room “Basically, he’s gonna end up pulling a string and the whole of his office is gonna come down.” Stiles told me, a smile permanently on his beautiful face. I giggled and opened Coach’s door, flicking on the light on. “You got the stuff?” I asked and Stiles replied by placing his bag on the desk and opening it to reveal string, tape, wrapping paper and all sorts. “Where do you get these ideas?” I asked, jumping up and sitting on the desk “You know me, babe. I have my ways.” He smiled, pulling out all the stuff and putting it beside me “so you’re disguising it as a present? That’s a little mean, Sti.” I pointed out “It’s mischief night and his birthday. Perfect opportunity to be evil.” He said, grabbing a bag of nails from his bag. I furrowed my eyebrows I’m confusion as I watched him dump the nails into a box

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After watching Stiles make a weird contraption with a string and all the things in Coach’s office, I decided to clean up so it looked less suspicious. When I stood back up, I felt Stiles’s chest hit my back. “Stop creeping. I know what you want and you’re not getting it.” I said, turning around and patting his chest. And I hate to get personal, but me and Stiles have sex a lot. Both of us were stressed about all the supernatural creatures and villains around us, and we were quiet busy with protecting the town - so, any chance we got, we did it.

“We haven’t done it for-” he started “2 days, Stiles.” I finished, swerving around him and he sighed “48 hours without sex. Princess, you know I can’t survive like that.” He whined, following me “Not in Coach’s office, baby. No.” I declined, walking back over to the desk and leaning over it to grab the tape when I felt his hands grab the sides of my things. I held the tape out to him and heard him huff, his hands removing themselves off of me and grabbing the tape. “I can’t believe you wore a fucking skirt,” I heard him groan behind me and I turned to face him. I trailed my hands up his chest and around his neck “Give in.” he tried

I bit my lip. A part of me desperately wanted to let him do things to me, but the more logically part of me said no. “For fuck sake, Stiles. Fine.” I smiled and his face lit up. He grabbed my hips and connecting his lips to mine. I pulled back for a second to pull my crop top and his off, his hidden biceps flexing as he turned me around so I was bent over the desk once again. He ran his hands over my ass “This is so wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this, what if we get caught?” I asked “We won’t. It’s one o'clock in the morning, no ones gonna catch us.” Stiles reassured me, hooking his fingers into my underwear and pulling them down my legs. I reached for the zip on the side of my skirt but my hand was slapped away “Keep it on.” Stiles growled and I smirked “What are you gonna do if we get caught?” I asked, a quiet moan interrupting me as his lips pressed against my neck “Tell them to leave and carry on fucking you.” He replied “But-” I started but my body was spun around “I’ll tell you something, angel. Why don’t you put your mouth to some good use instead of worrying?” He suggested. I bit my lip and chuckled “As you wish.”

I dropped to my knees and unbuckled Stiles’ belt, pulling his jeans and boxers down. His cock slapped against his stomach and I heard him groan above me. I smiled up at him and licked the slit lined with precum. I wasted no time in taking him in my mouth. Stiles moaned as I began deepthroating him and bopping faster, the ache between my thighs beginning to get unbearable. Stiles’ hand wrapped its self in my hair and pulled me off of him “Tongue out.” He ordered and i obeyed, slipping my tongue out of my mouth. Stiles wrapped his hand around his cock and began pumping himself, placing the tip against my tongue and letting go, his cum running down my throat. I stood back up and smiled at my boyfriend as he wiped the excess cum from the side of my mouth. He grabbed my hips and spun me around once again, his hand against my back making me bend over. His fingers played with my sex, covering them with my arousal

“Please, Stiles.” I begged. I heard him chuckled behind me “I can’t hear you.”

“Fuck me!”

without any warning, he pushed into me and started drilling relentlessly. I moaned loudly, clawing at the desk I was pressed against. The desk that scraped across the floors whenever Stiles thrusted. I knew I wasn’t gonna last long. Stiles lifted my right leg and laid it on the desk beside me, leaning down so his chest was against my back “You look so pretty bent over for me,” He coped in my ear, pressing his lips to my neck “Does it feel good?”

I managed to nod, a drawn out moan escaping my mouth. Displeased with my response, he grabbed my chin and turned my head to the side enough for eye contact “Answer me.” He growled “it feels fucking amazing, Stiles. I’m close.” I finally answered, my hands gripping onto the edge of the table, careful not to knock the box as he stood up straight again and pounded into me harder and deeper, if that was possible. I clenched around him as my orgasm washed over me, crying out as it happened. Stiles groaned, releasing inside me.

As my breathing evened out, Stiles pulled out of me. I turned myself over so my back rested on the edge of the table and watched as my boyfriend got himself dressed. Once he had buckled his belt back up, he smiled at me and pressed his lips to my own “I love you.” He said, pulling away “I love you too, babe.” I repeated, finally beginning to get myself dressed.