"So, how would you describe yourself as a person?" "Well...I would have to say I am unique in my own way." Alice Williams lives in a small nice town, with nice neighbors and with nice people. Her life is somewhat normal and she likes it that way. But all of that changes on one night. The night of the 2016 election. The night of the election disrupted this peaceful town into a state of chaos, taking Alice's life with it. Alice starts to find the secrets that are now bubbling to the surface. Her nightmares increase and her sanity lowers. But all of that grows stronger when meeting one man. Cults. Fake News. Leaders. Promises. And Lies. This is Alice's new life. Whether she likes it or not. Ranked number #1 in Kai Anderson fanfic

what happens when teen girl Willow meets cult leader, blue haired sociopath Kai Anderson? ☞ ‼️mature themes: self harm, suicide, sex!

"because you're addictive, you hurt me so good and i'm fucking addicted." absolute trigger warning for violence, murder, nsfw, abusive and manipulative behavior, basically everything the cult season had triggers for. started- november 10th 2020 ended- edited-

Y/N is a recent college grad who landed her first job as a Detective. Her boss is an asshole and her new man, Kai, is eagar to help her solve her problem. *The timeline does not perfectly match up with the show because it is an alternate version of the story.* !Warnings! -May containg strong language, sexual references/actions, racist/homophobic/etc characters(I do not condone these isms, I am simply working off of an existing character) -The main character(you) will mention her right-leaning political views and her dislike for Hillary Clinton, and she is a Trump supporter. Her political views are only mentioned in the first two chapters. -Warnings will also be posted on chapters if necessary *All characters except for Y/N and Erica belong to the writers/producers of American Horror Story. I do not own Kai Anderson, Winter Anderson, Beverly, The Wiltons, Det. Jack Samuels, or any other characters from the AHS universe.* I try my best to proof read but if I miss any errors or something doesn't make sense, please let me know and I will fix it asap!

Kai Anderson. You've heard of from enemies to lovers but what happens when it's the other way around? Emma is an independent women doing her own thing until she's spotted by Kai Anderson. Emma has no time for him. Will Kai let her go? *DISCLAIMER* This does contain a lot of sexual content and abusive details. I do not support or condone any of this behavior at all. This is purely for the story and I am not in any way trying to romanticize this. Contains spoilers for AHS Cult. Enjoy!!

This is basically a One-Shot smut collection of Sarah Paulson's characters x reader (Mostly AHS). I write down what comes to my mind, but I am open for suggestions. Please keep in mind that english is not my native language and if you find some mistakes feel free to tell me. My writing style is rather long and I try to keep it short, but I sometimes like the details. This contains mature content I look forward to your comments and messages. Please enjoy.

"Cult? W-what?" Highest rank: 2#-ahs

(COMPLETED) Breanna spends her Spring Break at the Hotel Cortez so she can complete a writing assignment. When she suddenly faints in the lobby, a stranger helps her and brings her to a room for safety. Little does she know, her savior is a murder- crazed ghost named James Patrick March. And he is going to try to prove to her that sometimes murder is good. Even if it kills her. {WILL UPDATE AS MUCH AS I CAN. This is my first story, so please be nice <3 THANK YOU FOR 10K READS!!! (September 19, 2020) THANK YOU FOR 300 VOTES!!! (September 23, 2020)

It was a peculiar, sweet torture for James - the tug of war between taking your body right there, the cherished screams you would release until he would eventually squeeze your windpipe shut, and the desire to wait, to take more than your body - your very soul. Slow Burn [ James March x Reader ]

You're my religion, you're how I'm living. When I'm down on my knees, you're how I pray.