American Horror Story Character Imagines/Preferences

First Time

*not smutty. Yet.*

Murder house

Tate: You and Tate had been officially dating for nearly 3 months now. 3 months tomorrow, in fact. And things were getting tense. Not tense in the sense of drama or strife, difference of opinion or boredom.. Quite the opposite. You guys had been vibing basically nonstop since you saw each other that first day, and still the most you'd done were a few hot and heavy make out sessions before you both called it quits. You were hesitant only because you were a virgin and knew how highly Tate thought of you. What if you were no good, and his image of you and your relationship shattered?Unbeknownst to you, Tate was feeling a very similar hesitation. He was no virgin, you'd known that much. But he was afraid to push you too far;to hurt you or scare you, and ruin the beautiful thing you were together. It would be a lie to say you hadn't wanted it, thought about it, sometimes intently. You would have to do it sometime, and you wanted it to be with Tate. So you set up the date. You were both adults now with adult needs, and you would have plenty of times to turn a bored make out session (What else was there to do stuck in Hell house?) into something more. But you wanted your first time to be different and special.

You told him what you liked and what you didn't think you'd like, and reminded him of your favorite songs and flowers. He was nervous. He didn't make half the jokes you thought he would; instead resorting to taking diligent notes. You sighed, a little embarassed, but excited. "Your turn." He was still writing a small note to himself, and you caught him off guard. "..Hmm?" He raised his eyebrows once, looking up to you. A little smirk pulled at the corner of your lips as you continued. "What can I do for you?" He looked at you with disbelief for a second, jaw going slack and a blush growing as he looked back down to his notebook. "Oh, I -I don't know.." He was blushing more than ever and you tried to hide your giggle. Maybe you both weren't so grown up after all.

"No one's ever asked me what I like before.." He said. There was a long silence as you both sat on your bed.  You decided to break it by clearing your throat and saying, "Well is there anything special I can wear, or say, should I call you 'Daddy' or 'Dungeon Master'?" "Babe, that's dungeons and dragons." "Well fuck I don't know !" You laughed, covering your face with your hands and placing your head in his lap. He laughed along with you and threw the notebook to the side, staring at your upside down face. "You're overthinking it.. It really doesn't matter what you do.  You're the sexiest girl I've ever met. It's gonna be perfect because it's with you."

You pulled a face at his sappy compliments and guided him down to kiss you. It would be perfect with him.

Later that night, he ordered in your favorite food and you dressed to impress. You ate, you drank, you laughed, you danced, and you made love. Better than you planned.

Violet: You were a woman experienced in the ways of lesbian sex. Your girlfriend, was not. You were her first girlfriend, and you would be her first everything. To your surprise, Violet was actually very instigative in your romantic life. She almost always started the make out sessions (not that you were complaining) and was actually the one to slip her hand down your pants first. You interpreted it as a desire to experiment, and you didn't mind. But when it came to actually doing things to her, taking her first time, you didn't want it to be written off as some insignificant experimenting. Girl on girl love wasn't a science fair project.
And you didn't want her to regret anything.

You told her how you felt and she agreed. "(Y/n), I've been curious since I was 7. But there's no questioning it when I'm with you."

Y'all had sex only a month into the relationship. It was awesome, and it's been awesome ever since.

Asylum

Lana: Lana and you were grown ass women. You were young and ambitious and went after what you wanted. You were lucky enough to want each other. The relationship got delightfully physical pretty quickly. Hell, you were shirtless the first time you met, had a tongue war your first date, and she was Lana muthafuckn Winters. Of course y'all were steady getting it on as soon as possible.