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fear-is-truth · 1 month

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The Evans

their reactions when meeting their partner's friend who flirts with them.

warnings: violence. mentions of sex. cursing. good ol’ murder. the usual

requested by : anon

“the evans meeting one of the readers friends and that friend tries to flirt with them? like the reader is like "hey this is my friend" and the friend immediately starts flirting with them, even tho they know they're in a relationship. like how would they react?”

Tate Langdon

flat out ignores their advances.

he won’t even hesitate to call out your friend’s behavior.

“I think your friend here wants me to fuck her. so obvious that it’s kinda sad, really.” in a deadpan tone.

proceeds to roast the hell out of them.

“You remind me of my mother.. ugly, unwanted and a total whore,”

bro is a savage. your friendship pretty much ruined at that point. (mission accomplished)

pre cult! Kai Anderson

boy would be a mess and kinda freak out like he’d have no idea what he did to get this attention.

avoids eye contact.

follows you around like a puppy cuz he does not want to be left alone with your annoying friend and make things super awkward.

blue hair!pre-cult Kai would simply lose his temper and slap them. dude has zero chill.

cult leader! Kai Anderson

okay first of all what kind of dumb bitch would even have the audacity to flirt with this guy?

as if his ego couldn’t get even more inflated-

he’d wouldn’t flirt back, but he’ll allow it to happen just to see your reaction.

smug as hell.

if you kill the slut, he’d get so horny and fuck you then and there.

“shit.. you killed her?”

“…”

“attagirl.”

James Patrick March

I imagine two possible scenarios:

a.) he’d call your friend a “filthy harlot with no shame or self respect” right to their face then kill them.

b.) he’d put on a very polite facade and then kill them.

either way, they end up dead.

he’ll make sure that you watch (or participate) the torture and process of the murder.

because you are his goddess and he’s your no.1 simp.

makes sure that they die outside the hotel, too.

“perhaps you should be more careful about what sort of crowd you associate yourself with, dear,”

frat boy!Kyle Spencer

point blank refuses to flirt back.

finds ways to include you into the conversation, like what you guys are planning to do after college, that cool ice cream shop you two tried out on a date etc.

the type of guy who says “no, I have a girlfriend,” instead of “sorry, I have a girlfriend,” that’s a huge difference y’all, jot that down!

franken! Kyle

don’t even worry about it. sweet boy only has eyes for you.

worry about your friend. you know what happened to madison lol

Kit Walker

laughs along politely but refuses any physical contact.

lowkey annoyed as hell.

stays close to you at all times, casually holding your hand or flirting with you in hopes that your friend would get the hint.

the second your friend leaves, he’d roll his eyes, smile at you and breath a sigh of relief.

Jimmy Darling

he’d smile and wink, not in a flirty way but like in a friendly good-natured way.

kinda backfired because who can resist the jimmy darling wink™?! your dumb friend actually thought they had a chance.

he’d feel super guilty about accidentally leading them on and even more guilty at upsetting you.

gets super handsy and affectionate. lowkey panicky that you’d get mad.

becomes frustrated if your friend keeps on with the flirting. won’t try to hide his annoyance.

might raise his voice slightly.

Austin Sommers

bro casually flirts with everyone.

all genders, for that matter.

it’s all part of his sparkling personality.

but no worries. he’s just playing with his supper. gotta fix the ‘hungies’

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yes-divine-ruler · 10 months

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Mr Anderson - Kai Anderson

x fem!reader

cw: uni professor/student relationship (student is of age), oral (both receiving), smut, spanking w a belt

wc: 3.2k

You sat down eagerly at the front of the lecture hall, sliding your tote bag onto the desk. You take out your laptop and your folder of loose leaf paper, organising it in front of you. You were early five minutes, giving you the time to compose yourself before your professor arrived. It wasn’t like political philosophy was anything special. The information being relayed to you was dull, but the way it was being taught was what had your undivided attention.

Mr Anderson flew through the double doors of the lecture hall with a minute to spare. In a hurry, he paces over to his desk, tucking in the front of his button up shirt into his slacks. It was black today, like his pants and polished shoes. He wore a heavyweight coat that he shrugged off and rested on the backrest of his chair. Your breath catches in your throat just looking at him. Undeniably, Mr Anderson was the sexiest man you’d ever laid eyes on. You’d have him to thank for your perfect attendance and grades. He wasn’t only nice to look at, but he believed in you. He made everyone feel like they had the potential to succeed.

You take your pencil case out of your tote, and discard the bag by your feet. Your hands shook as you tried to unzip your pencil case. Mr Anderson always made you feel like a nervous wreck. It was mortifying, especially when he’d notice.

“Okay everyone, welcome back to political philosophy,” Mr Anderson gains the attention of the class. His sudden introduction startled you, and with fingers like butter, your pencil case slides off the end of your desk. Your pens sprawl across the carpet at the front of the hall.

Mr Anderson stops shortly, and let’s out a small laugh, approaching your desk. Your face heats up as you get a whiff of his intoxicating cologne. He even smelt godly.

“I’m sorry, Mr Anderson,” you apologise, getting up to collect your pens on your own. Mr Anderson was already one step ahead of you, and passed back your pens in a closed fist.

“You have to be more careful Y/N,” he teases, and all you can do is offer him a small, weary smile in response.

Mr Anderson continues on with his class. You pay close attention to everything he says, noting down what was important to remember. It doesn’t take long before you’re scribbling in the margins of your notebook and keeping a trained eye on the way his body moved. You didn’t think you were anything special. Not special enough for your professor to see you as anything more than what you were. He knew your name but, he barely treated you different to the other students.

You spent the rest of the lesson trying to conspire up ways to stand out to Mr Anderson. The semester was almost at an end, and with only a few weeks to go, you knew you had to act fast. It would be a heck of a summer if you could just get inside his head.

The following week you turned up to class dressed to impress. Mr Anderson was in early today, looking more organised and less flustered than last week. His hair was tied back into a man bun, accentuating his sharp, dark features.

“Y/N! Good to see you,” Mr Anderson doesn’t even look up at his desk to greet you. You huff, deciding to stand opposite his desk so he would notice you. He drops his pen, and his gaze finds yours.

It doesn’t take long before he’s noticing your outfit next. A shopping trip to the mall scored you a tight-fitting white top with a low neckline, and the tiniest pair of shorts you could find. Your hair cascaded down your back in small waves. Never seeing you in anything but sweats, Mr Anderson’s eyes almost bulged out of his head.

“Hi Mr Anderson,” you spoke sweetly, taking a printed copy of your political essay out of your tote, “I ended up finishing my draft last night, do you think you can help me look over it after class?”

Your sudden change in appearance and your confident demeanour had your professor speechless. He tried to form the words to say, but couldn’t help taking glances at your copious amounts of cleavage. Knowing your plan was working, you set the essay down on the desk.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” You cross your arms over your chest and raise an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, sure. I’ve got an hour after class. I can help you,” you saw Mr Anderson’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly. Your plan was well in action, and you’d cursed yourself for not taking the risk earlier.

It wasn’t only Mr Anderson’s attention you’d snagged. As your classmates filtered into the hall, you noticed a lot more stares in your direction. You’d even managed to persuade one of the guys in your class to sit at the front beside you. No one was usually inclined to sit beside you, especially at the front of the hall in Mr Anderson’s direct line of vision. This new found confidence and attention gave you the drive you needed to seal the deal.

“Hey,” the guy next to you whispers to you as Mr Anderson begins the lesson. You turn to look at him and offer him a small smile.

“Y/N right? I’m Kyle,” Kyle smiles back and tears off the corner of his note-page. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as he slides it over to you. Before you have the chance to read what it says, a hand slams down on your desk.

“Give me that,” you look up to see Mr Anderson had halted his lesson just to get the note you were given.

“Sir, this isn’t high school. We’re allowed to pass notes,” Kyle scoffed, earning himself a few laughs.

“I don’t care, it’s still not appropriate. Y/N? Now please,” Mr Anderson holds out his hand and you hesitantly pass over the note.

He crumples it in his hand and walks coolly back to the front of the hall. You don’t have the nerve to look back at Kyle, who you can now see is typing furiously on his phone. Mr Anderson makes eye contact with you. Something in his gaze burns. In response, you slump in your chair and try to finish the rest of the lesson without pulling your hair out.

When class is over, you wait until everyone’s gone before you approach Mr Anderson again. Mr Anderson stands at the double doors, holding it open and letting everyone leave.

“Hey,” Kyle stands in front of your desk, “sorry about that, don’t know why Mr Anderson is being a dick. Can I grab your Snapchat?”

You try not to laugh as you nod your head. Kyle was cute but, he wasn’t the type of guy you craved. You craved a man who stood over you and took control. Like Mr Anderson.

Regardless, you type your username in his phone and give him a wave as he leaves. Maybe Mr Anderson will see the exchange and feel the way he did about the note.

“Y/N, come sit,” Mr Anderson shuts the door of the hall, locking in from the inside. You leave your desk to sit next to him behind his own.

“I haven’t had a chance to read over it yet, shall we do it in sections?” Mr Anderson tucks in his chair, coming in closer to you. His knee brushes yours, sending a tingle up your spine.

“That’s fine Mr Anderson,” you respond, your gaze burning into the side of his face as he reads.

“What made you want to dress so different today? Change in weather?” Your eyes widen at his question. You clear your throat and let out a small laugh.

“Um, kinda. I was sick of wearing sweats. Suddenly everyone is noticing me,” you bat your eyelashes at your professor as he shares your laughter.

“Ah well. Sounds superficial to me. They should appreciate you regardless.” His comment stumps you, but with your new found confidence, you lean closer to him to whisper.

“I saw you looking too, Mr Anderson,” you purr, “you couldn’t take your eyes off me.”

Mr Anderson subtly chokes on the sip he’d just taken from his keep cup.

“Sorry?” He asks, turning to look you in the eyes.

“You heard me,” you push, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “I could feel it. I thought you might like it.”

Mr Anderson suddenly goes stiff. His eyes turn dark as he turns his entire body to face you. You try and keep your confidence high knowing that passed this point, it was either make or break.

“That isn’t appropriate Y/N,” he growls sternly, getting up from his chair. Shit. You blew it.

You open your mouth to speak, but Mr Anderson has other plans.

“You’re telling me, you dressed like a whore to get my attention?” His lips form into a snarl as he waits for your response. You wanted to just curl into a ball and die.

“Um, I dont know what to say- I-”

“Get up.”

In shock, you hesitantly follow his orders, standing from your chair. You were so close you could feel his cool, minty breath fan your face.

Mr Anderson’s hands find your hips, and in surprise, you gasp. His cool hands turn you around and push your hips into the edge of the desk.

“I’ve always noticed you, Y/N,” your back presses against his chest as he hovers behind you. A dull pulse ignites between your thighs, making you feel lightheaded and slightly dizzy. He had an effect on you six feet away from you. The close proximity was almost too much.

“You’re my best student,” he whispers, pressing the front of his pants to your barely covered ass, “you don’t need to compromise yourself to be that.”

His big hand sits between your shoulder blades, and in an instant, he has you bent over his desk. Your tiny shorts had ridden all the way up, exposing almost the entirety of your ass cheeks.

“Is this what you want?” He asks, as you hear the buckle on his belt rattle as he unclasps it.

“Yes, Mr Anderson,” your breathing picks up pace as you get more excited. Everything you’d dreamed of the whole semester was coming to fruition.

“You have to promise me something,” he says as you feel the cool leather touch your exposed skin. Your body breaks out in a frenzy of tiny goosebumps as he sways the belt across your ass.

“You can’t tell anyone about this, not your friends, not your family, no one. You must understand how bad this is for me, to be giving into you,” Mr Anderson pushes up against your ass again, digging your hips harder into the edge of the table. You let out a small whimper, loud enough for Mr Anderson to notice. The bulge in the front of his slacks only grows hearing the sounds you’re making.

“I promise sir,” you whine, turning your head to look behind you. You see that Mr Anderson had taken off his belt and unfastened his pants. His dark grey boxers were the only thing stopping you from seeing him fully. You’d imagined so many times how big it must be.

“Good girl,” Mr Anderson mewls, before he strikes your ass cheek with the thick leather strap of his belt. You gasp loudly, your body withering beneath him at the pain. When the sting is over, the dull pulse takes over, this time, much more unbearable.

“Let me take these off,” Mr Anderson reaches around to the front of your shorts, unbuttoning them to pull them down your legs. You step out of them, almost shaking in anticipation. It reveals to him your tiny, lace panties.

“Fuck,” you’d never heard Mr Anderson swear. It was so sexy hearing him so worked up that another wave of pleasure coursed through you.

“You’ve been misbehaving, Y/N,” he says, the belt caressing your ass again, “wearing those slutty little clothes just for your professor, those tiny panties,” Mr Anderson was almost shaking in excitement too.

“Please sir,” you plead pathetically, bracing yourself with your hands on the table, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it. I think you need to feel how wrong it is.”

Another moment passes before Mr Anderson strikes your ass again with the belt. And then again. And again. Until tears prick at the corner of your eyes and your throat goes dry. Your ass was sure to be burning red by now, and it was definitely sore as Mr Anderson caressed his work with his fingers.

“You did so well, I’m done, that’s all your punishment,” he says softly, before he’s pulling your panties down your legs. The cool breeze hits your soaking folds, and it was only then did you realise just how turned on the pain made you.

“Holy shit,” Mr Anderson let’s out a low whistle as he gets on his knees behind you. You wiggle uncomfortably as he spreads your cheeks, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“You’re soaking fucking wet,” he growls, before his fingers make their first contact with your pussy. You almost cry out as Mr Anderson teasingly runs a finger up and down your slit, collecting your sweet arousal. He smears your slick across your clit, applying a small amount of pressure on it. Your knees buckle, but Mr Anderson’s hold on you keeps you up right.

“You little whore. Who would’ve thought, Y/N, a good student, sickly attracted to her professor,” he blows on your cunt, provoking another pleading whine from you.

“Please, sir. I can’t wait,” you cry, pushing your ass out and closer to his face.

Mr Anderson hums, coming in closer and caving to his own desires. With your cheeks spread open for him, he dives in, his tongue prodding between your folds. You moan as he violates you with his tongue, bringing it down towards your sensitive bundle of nerves. He sucks your clit into his mouth, before he’s moving his tongue towards your second hole.

“Oh my god, yes! Yes, fuck!” Your eyes shut as the pleasure rocks you, your nails digging into his desk for leverage. Mr Anderson’s tongue swirls around your tight hole, before he’s back to your dripping cunt. His mouth works expertly against your heat, humming contently at the taste of you.

“Fuck. Come here,” Mr Anderson stands and pulls you away from the desk, pushing you down onto your knees.

He lifts your shirt, above your breasts, seeing you’d also failed to wear a bra. Your nipples stood to attention, as you stared up at him with doe eyes. Mr Anderson pulled out his heavy cock, and your eyes turned the size of dinner plates just looking at it.

“Open,” he commands, his fingers locking around your jaw and wrenching your mouth open.

You took him in your mouth willingly. Mr Anderson takes advantage, shoving his cock so far down your throat it triggered your gag reflex. You look hopelessly up at him as his fucks your throat, collecting all the saliva he could around his thick cock. More tears collect in your eyes as you stare up at him like a lost puppy. His gaze burns into yours as flashes of lust, anger and need glaze over his dark eyes. He desperately needed to be inside your tight, dripping cunt and he didn’t have much time.

“Get up,” he commands again, watching you rise to your feet. With your chests pressed against each other, Kai goes in for the kill. Capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, he pushes your ass back against the desk. You moan into his mouth as his tongue dances with yours, exploring the entirety of the inside of your mouth. His lips are soft and smooth and he tastes extraordinary. It exceeded your dirtiest, darkest thoughts about him.

His hands push your hips down onto the surface of the desk, and then cup under your thighs to hold your legs up. His lips detach from yours, and with one hand, he guides his leaking tip towards your entrance. Mr Anderson spits, directly on your pussy, and a moment later he’s stretching you out. Inch by inch, he sinks inside you. Your head tilts back from the intense pulses of pleasure, and a tiny whine escapes your lips.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Mr Anderson seethes, using his weight to keep your hips down as he finally bottoms out inside you.

“Oh Mr Anderson! Fuck!” You moan, just as he begins to rut his hips. He slams himself inside you, filling you completely, before pulling almost all the way out.

He repeats the motion, his face screwed in pleasure as he pounds into you.

“Such a good girl, taking my cock like this,” he growls, his fingertips digging in your skin and leaving red prints, “you look so fucking good right now.”

You could help but watch where your bodies met. You knew you were on the brink of finishing. Mr Anderson’s cock disappeared inside you, only to come out glistening in your arousal, time and time again. His thumb rests on your swollen clit, circling it with more of his spit.

“Is my good girl gonna cum? Are you gonna finish on Mr Anderson’s cock?” His thrusts only got harder, the tip of his cock deliciously prodding at your sweet spot.

“Yes! Yes sir, can I cum?” You asked, seeing stars in your field of vision as the knot in your abdomen begged to be untied.

“Good girl, cum. Cum for me,” Mr Anderson fucked you so gruellingly and deep it tipped you over the edge.

You let out a pleasured cry as you came like you’d never cum before. Mr Anderson was close behind you, finishing inside you and fucking his cum deep into your pulsing cunt. When he pulled out, still stimulating your clit, a small stream of arousal soaked the front of his shirt. He groaned as you lay, fucked out and panting to catch your breath back. Unfortunately, having wet your draft essay in the process.

Mr Anderson took a moment longer to soak in the image of your bare body, before you finally sat up.

“Why are you wet?” You asked, scrunching your nose in confusion as you got off the desk to dress yourself.

“You squirted on me, sweetheart,” Mr Anderson chuckled, as all the blood drained from your face.

“Oh I’m so sorry sir,” you were quick to reach forward and try and wipe at his dress shirt.

“Your essay too,” he smirked, picking it up in his hand and showing it to you. You groaned.

“I really did want you to read that,” you pouted, trying to take back the wet, and probably unreadable, essay.

“Uh uh,” he tutted, shoving it into his bag, “I’m keeping that. Ill be able to read it.”

The blood returned to your face with a furious heat as your cheeks blushed in embarrassment.

“Y/N, remember your promise,” Mr Anderson cupped your cheek and ran his thumb affectionately over your cheek bone, “and I’d like to see you again.”

Your heart fluttered hearing he wanted to see you again.

“Okay Mr Anderson, thank you,” you smile at him, ready to leave the lecture hall and freak out on your own about what just happened.

“Oh and Y/N,” he stopped you a final time as you reached the hall doors. You turn and face him.

“Call me Kai, outside of class, of course.”

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wh0re43van · 6 months

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Sparks (Evan Peters X Reader)

Summary: You’re a set director on American horror story’s Freakshow. Evan has been trying to convince you to ‘smoke and chill’ for months, but you’ve always rejected him in fear of jeopardizing your job. After a particularly stressful shoot, Evan finally convinces you to spark with him.

Warnings: intense smut, face fucking, choking, drug use.

Word count: 3k

A/n: This is my first time writing in awhile so I’m bit rusty

"Hey y/n I just re-upped,” Evan announces as he walks up behind me. “He's got the best homegrown around and It's cured perfect every time. Come to my place tonight and I'll let you sample," He offers as he slips an arm around my shoulder. "You don't even have to match, just give me something else in return," he says lowly in my ear. My heart skips a beat and my cheeks blush red. Evans been blatantly flirting with me since we started shooting. It's been my own personal hell having to reject such a perfect man because its 'not professional to have personal relations with the cast'.

"Evan," I sigh as I look up at his dark eyes. "I honestly would love to-" he cuts me off.

"Then consider it y/n," he simply states. I smile at him. I have to admit that he's starting to wear me down

"Evan, I have to finish my walk through before the shooting starts" I turn back to the counter to consult my mockup. He backs up and leans against the wall.

"I’ll just keep you company then," he grins.

•

‘Fuck’ I curse internally as I run from a very angry Mr. Murphy. One of my idiot crew members forgot to do their only job and set out the menus for the next scene. We’re an hour behind on filming and we’re only here for three days. The director is pissed to say the least.

I throw open the door to the storage room and start ripping open boxes. I swear I'm going to lose every last ounce of sanity I have left. We started shooting two hours ago and I've rolled my ankle, got broken glass stuck in my hand, and of course, been bitched at constantly.

"Did you find them?" Evan questions as he closes the door behind him.

"What?" I ask, not processing what he's saying as I rip haphazardly through every single cardboard box in this room, brown paper flying everywhere.

"Did you-" He begins to repeat, then pauses. I feel him grab my arm gently, stopping my whirlwind of motion. "Y/N," he says calmy.

"What Evan?" I snap at him. I can feel the stress dripping out of every pore of my body. Turns out stress smells a lot like sweat. Evan jumps a bit at my tone, then simply points his 'lobster claw' to a box of pink menus that I opened without even realizing it. I was so stressed and overwhelmed I didn't even realize I found the goddamn menus four boxes ago.

I groan and lay my head on Evans chest.

"I'm such a fucking stupid idiot." I mumble his white shirt, feeling tears well up in my eyes. Evan chuckles and clumsily lifts my chin up with his makeup bound hands. His smile immediately drops when he sees my face.

"Hey y/n don't cry," he coos, his voice laced with concern.

"Evan I'm losing my mind," I sniffle as he pulls me into a hug.

"You know what you need?" He asks I shake my head 'yes.'

"A blunt." We both say in unison. I feel his cheek stretch into a smile against mine, proud of himself for finally convincing me.

•

My hand shakes as I ring the doorbell to Evans hotel room.

“Ma’ Lady,” Evan bows as he opens the door for me. What a dork.

“Thank you good sir,” I attempt a curtsy as I walk in. I guess were both dorks.

We chuckle as he latches the door behind me.

“Right this way,” he ushers me to his balcony looking over the city. I step out onto the cool concrete, hearing Heaven Beside You by Alice in Chains playing. There's two bean bag chairs set up with a bundle of blankets on each one. Purple and white string lights hang all around the ceiling and railing of the small balcony.

“Wow Evan, this is really cool. I’m impressed with how you spend your free time,” I admit, sitting down in one of the chairs, pulling a blanket into my lap.

“Actually,” he sits down in the chair beside me as he picks up the rolling tray. “I’ve never done this before. I set all of this up as soon as I got home,” he chuckles.

“I don’t even know what to say,” I tell him honestly. I’m dumbfounded. This might seem like a small gesture, but this is one of the sweetest things anyone’s done for me. He went out of his way just for me.

“Then don’t say anything. Just grab me that bong,” he grins, pointing to the glass sitting on the ground next to the door. I stand up and bend over to pick up the simple clear bong, feeling Evans gaze burn into the back of me. When I hand him the piece, I get close enough to his face to see that his eyes are already glossy.

“Evan Peters,” I tisk. “did you start with out me?” I ask putting my hand to my chest in faux offense.

“I was a little nervous, I’ve been waiting for this for so long… I was scared if I was sober I’d mess it up,” he admits. His pale cheeks tinting pink.

“I’m flattered,” I smile. He opens the metal grinder sitting on his lap and begins to pack the bowl. “but it is rude to start a sesh before your guest arrives.” He hands me the packed bong.

“Well how’s bout you get this all to yourself and we call it even,” he wagers. I take the bong with a smile, accepting his offer. As I put the cool glass to my lips, I reach for the lighter on Evans thigh, but he snatches it, looking me in the eyes as he flicks the zippo, igniting a hot bright flame that he circles around the bowl. He begins to pull the flame away, but I grab his hand to hold the light in place for a couple more seconds. His eyes widen a bit and he smiles.

“Damn I’m glad I didn’t want any,” he chuckles, finally pulling away to spark his own joint. I pull the stem and inhale the milky smoke sharply, holding it in my lungs for bit before exhaling slowly. The smoke clouds around my face before a small gust of wind disperses it.

“Yeah, me to,” I grin softly as Evan takes another hit off his joint. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but with the past few weeks I’ve had, I’m goanna need a lot more than some weed to recover from all this stress,” I take another hit and lay my head back in the soft chair, finally feeling my muscles relax as the golden light flows through every nerve of my body. I turn my head and open my heavy eyes to look up at Evan.

“Wow that is bad,” he says, staring at something in the distance. I take this moment to truly admire the man beside me. The purple lights cascade onto his sharp features, violet pin pricks reflect in his coffee-colored eyes. The wind blows his loose brown curls around on his forehead as a rough hand holds the paper filter up to his pink lips. The end of the cone glows crimson as his chest rises, taking in a hit of hot smoke. Evan looks down at me to finish his thought. Had I been sober, I would have quickly looked away. But right now, nothing could tear my eyes from this perfect image in front of me. Evans’ eyes lock into mine as he releases the smoke slowly out through his mouth and nose. “Y/n, I-“ he begins, but before he can finish, I sit up and pull his face into mine. Gently kissing him, the smell of smoke mixed with his cologne is intoxicating all on its own. He tenses for a moment, processing what had just happened, before putting his hand on my back to bring me closer.

“I’m sorry,” I pull away suddenly feeling embarrassed for being so forward. Evan looks at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks for a second before furrowing his brow,

“Are you kidding me,” ashes fall from his joint onto his pants, reminding him of its presence. He takes small drag before finishing. “That’s all I’ve wanted since the moment I saw you.” I smile at his confession. He holds the joint to my lips offering me a hit. We hold eye contact as I pull the smoke into my mouth, then to my lungs. “You’re beyond beautiful y/n,” he compliments. I lean into kiss him, shot gunning the smoke to him. He kisses hard and inhales the smoke as if it’s his last breath. He sits the joint in the ash tray then puts his hand on the back of my head, gently but firmly, so I don’t pull away this time, Evan exhales the smoke though his nose, so he doesn’t have to break the kiss. I clumsily crawl into his lap to straddle him, and his hands instinctively grab my ass. The heat from his hands warming me through the thin fabric of my leggings. I feel hungry, starving for more and more of him. As my knees sink into the soft chair around him, I begin to grind my hips against his.

“Evan,” I breath out, begging to feel more of his skin on mine. He looks at me with lust filled eyes and kiss bruised lips as I begin to lift his shirt up. He grabs my hand gently.

“Let’s go inside, darling,” he whispers. “You never know if one of those creeps are near by.” He looks around, checking for paparazzi. I was puzzled for a second, before remembering Evans’ status. I nod and climb off him. He stands, his dark jeans tented at the crotch and his white t-shirt rising and falling quickly on his chest. He grabs my hand to guide me inside.

“Can’t forget this,” I grin, stopping to grab a fresh blunt and the zippo. He chuckles as I spark the cone. He pulls me into his lounge, locking the door and closing the blinds. After I had a few hits, I hand the joint to Evan as I sit down on the leather couch.

“We don’t have to do anything more than this if you don’t want y/n,” he almost whispers through the smoke, sitting down next to me. I look into his desperate eyes as he hands me the warm paper.

“Please,” I inhale. “Please Evan I need you,” I beg the stoned man in front of me. With that, in one swift move, he takes the cone from my hand, putting it on the side table ash tray, removes his shirt and smashes his lips to mine, laying me down on the sofa. His kisses trail from my lips to my ear. Grabbing my throat gently he whispers. “You have no idea how desperate I am for you,” all I can do is moan in response my brain too high off THC and lust to form a coherent thought. His kisses continue trailing down my neck as his fingers work with the buttons on my black flannel. He smiles like a child when he sees that I have nothing underneath the warm button up. His mouth quickly drops to one breast swirling his warm tongue around as his hand massages my other breast, sending me into a fit of pleasure. After giving the same treatment to the other side, he rips off my leggings. He grabs the waistband of my thong. “May I?” he asks with heavy bloodshot eyes.

“Please,” I nod. He wastes no time removing the flimsy fabric and spreading my already trembling legs. He dips a long finger into my heat, groaning at how slick I already am.

“All this, just for me?” He licks the fluid off his finger, just to dip it back inside of me and out once more. “Have a taste baby,” he reaches his finger up and I close my mouth around it, licking seductively, making sure to keep eye contact.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself. “Good girl,” he praises with a kiss on my nose. He quickly dips his head back down, licking from my entrance up to my clit, sucking and licking with expertise, earning a loud moan and a string of profanities from me. I quickly feel my orgasm building in my stomach, but its not enough.

“Evan, I need you to fuck me, please,” I whimper. He pulls his head up, his mouth and chin shimmering. I definitely didn’t need to ask twice. He jumps up dropping his pants and boxers allowing his perfect cock to spring free, giving himself a few good pumps. I shiver at the sight. Evan dips his head down to my core one last time, giving me a kiss then allowing a trail of warm spit to drip down and trickle to my entrance. The sight is enough to make me melt into this sticky leather couch. Evan lines his length up with me, pulling my hips up and guiding me onto his dick. Slowly filling me, stopping halfway in allowing me to adjust, but I don’t want it. I buck my hips forward, making him bottom out immediately. A string of curses leaves both our lips as he pokes at my stomach from the inside. He begins thrusting quickly, taking the hint that I’m not wanting to make love tonight. Evans’ toned body begins to shimmer with sweat as he brings a strong hand to my throat squeezing the sides, making me just lightheaded enough to intensify the pleasure. He looks down at me, biting his lip, as he watches my face contort in pleasure from what he’s doing to me. The louder I moan, the harder he pounds into me. My breathing starts to hitch with each thrust as I clench around him.

“Evan I’m going to-” before I can finish my sentence, he pulls out completely, making me groan from the sudden empty feeling. I curse and open my mouth to question him.

“Turn over,” he demands as he stands up. I obey and begin to shift on the couch. “hands and knees.” He specifies, slapping me hard on the ass, I cant help but giggle as the sting lingers on my sweaty skin. I prop myself up on my forearms on the arm of the couch and spread my legs, wiggling my ass a bit as wait for Evan to fill me back up.

“Your body is so perfect,” he says as grabs and kisses my ass before I feel him line himself up again, quickly thrusting in to satisfying the ache in the empty space he left behind in my stomach. Once he finds his rhythm, I feel his hand snake around my throat and the other around my torso as he pulls me flush against him. My shoulders press against his as I arch my back. In this new potion, he hits my g spot perfectly.

“Shit Evan! Yes please,” I pant. “just like this. Please fuck me just like this! Don’t stop,” I plead as I squeeze his strong arms that are wrapped around me. Even groans lowly at the praise.

“I need you to cum y/n,” he whispers in my ear, reaching down to rub circles on my clit. “Can you do that for me, gorgeous?” All I can do is moan and nod my head ‘yes’. His thrust propels me towards my orgasm as I scream out profanities. “That’s it, good girl,” his hot breath moans into my ear laced with the smell of stale smoke. I curl my toes and grip his forearms with all my force, leaving nail marks as my whole body tenses, then releases in pleasure.

“Evan I’m cumming!” My screams and the sound of our skin slapping together fill the room. “Fuck you make me feel so good,” I whimper as he begins to slow down his thrusts, allowing me to ride out my high.

“Good job baby,” he pulls out, pumping himself. “now get on your knees. Open your mouth.” I quickly obliged. I drop down and look up at him. The sight of his heaving, glistening chest and his brown curls sticking to his red sweaty face is enough to make me orgasm all over again. He reaches his veiny arm down and pulls my hair into a ponytail and. I happily open my mouth for him as he gently taps his rock hard tip on my lips, I moan quietly as he begins to slowly thrust in my face. I take it upon myself to press his dick as far as I can down my throat, gagging as my nose touches his abdomen.

“Holy fucking shit baby,” he pants out, now fucking my face. It doesn’t take long before he’s twitching in my deep in my throat and the salty pre cum drips into my mouth. “That’s it baby, fuck,” he swears as he grips my hair so hard I can feel a few strands snapping. It takes all of my strength to pull my head a away.

“Cum on my face, please Evan,” I gasp for breath, looking up at him with tears running from my pink eyes, as thick strands of spit string from my lips to his perfect dick. With a few pumps, and his death grip still on my hair, I open my mouth and hum in satisfaction as he releases his strings of hot liquid all over my face. He groans and curses, finally releasing my hair.

“Fuck y/n,” he sighs, looking down at the beautiful mess he’s created on my face. He brings his thumb to my mouth scooping up some of his cum and bring it to my lips. I smile around his thumb, lapping up all the liquid. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he looks at me with such strong admiration in his eyes, I can’t help but blush as I lay my head into the hand he puts on my cheek. “Lets get you into the shower,” he begins guides me to the bathroom but I stop him.

“Don’t you want a cigarette first” I offer, grabbing the menthols from my flannel pocket. He grins. “Well, I’m not going to ever turn down a cigarette after sex that good,” he looks at the state of my face again. “But let me at least wipe off your face first. It’s the least I could do.” I giggle as he walks over to get a wet rag. This is absolutely worth risking my job for.

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babygorewhore · 10 months

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“Did I do good?” Kyle Spencer.

WARNINGS! Male masterbation. Fem reader. Oral! Fem receiving. Praise. Rough movement! Language. Witch! Reader. Humping.

You flicked your wrist, turning off your lamp as you grew tired of the night. Your day was filled with learning spells and rituals and history with the supreme. Your speciality was telekinesis and mind control. Something you practiced with permission of course. You turned over but heard shuffling down the hall. You assumed it was Madison who was more preoccupied with applying lip gloss than being friends.

Which you didn’t mind, you didn’t like her anyway. You fell asleep to the storm outside but as the hours past, you didn’t notice a blonde boy stumble inside your room, curious about you. He had learned to speak again thanks to the other witches but he was originally too shy to approach you. But he found you to be awfully pretty with your hair and pretty eyes. And luxurious lips that he wanted.

He sunk onto the floor and he looked at your sleeping form on the bed as you breathed. You weren’t bothered by the storm at all. He watched you intently as you moved onto your back, your oversized hoodie moving up as your free leg curled around the blanket. It was bare. His breath hitched as he watched you move. He didn’t do it often, but he started palming himself. Grunting at the contact as he imagined your hand on his dick.

You shifted in your sleep, sighing softly as a noise caught your attention as you dreamed of spells. You squinted in the dark, sensing someone in there with you. You noticed Kyle, the man who assisted the witches. He was quiet but loyal. You overheard that he was brought back from the dead. He had carried your bags earlier to your room.

He made a noise of pleasure and you immediately blushed. What was he doing? He moaned louder and it dawned on you. He was jerking off. You settled back into the blankets and tried to ignore him. What you didn’t realize was that Kyle noticed you were awake and wandered over to you, still hard and tense. He settled beside you on the bed and started to lean down.

“Kyle, wait a minute.” You pressed a hand to his chest and sat up again.

His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes grew sad. His lips drew into a pout. “You-You scared of me?” You eased your hand and now it was gently tracing the open skin of his chest.

“No, I’m not scared. I’m just a little tired that’s all.” You responded with a smile. “You woke me up.”

“Sorry.” He tucked his hands onto his lap, still hard. “Can-Can-Can you help-me?” Your eyes widened and you immediately zeroed in on his crotch. You were nervous. You weren’t sure of the best way to please him.

His hands wrapped around his dick, through his boxers inside his hands. “Pl-please. To-Touch me. Plea-please?” He was whimpering against your neck, pressing sloppy kisses against the skin. You cleared your throat and tried to focus.

You reached down and fumbled inside his pajamas grey pants. You felt his large dick that was swollen and leaking with precum. You gently started moving your hand up and down, his naturally provided lube aiding your movements. He shuddered and started rutting against your hand. Moaning and whimpering, his kisses grew more messy, landing on your breast over your shirt.

“Mmm,” He said against your ear. Your core pulled as is hands griped your thighs. Roaming freely, over the bare flesh and twitched over your covered pussy.

Kyle licked up your neck, sucking at your jaw. “Fuck.” You muttered as he humped your hand.

He stopped abruptly and you paused, his contact gone. “Need-Need-“ He started and you waited patiently.

Kyle leaned forward and pushed you back a little too hard. His hands tugged down your underwear, the watch patch sticking as he tossed them aside. “What is it, Kyle?” You breathed.

“Taste-Taste you.” He pleaded and dived down. “Need you.” Now, you knew what he meant.

He lapped at your pussy, kitten licking the clit as he bobbed his head side to side. His fingernails dug into your hips and thighs as he sucked at your clit, his tongue dragging up and down to your entrance and curling inside you. He started at the top then slurped down the bottom, before harshly devouring you. His teeth gently grazed your folds.

“Jesus, fuck.” You moaned as your hips bucked. He was being relentless with his tongue. He reached down with his other hand and starting tugging at himself. At the same time.

“Let me touch you,” You offered but he immediately tensed.

“No, taste you.” He complained and you settled back. Your knees pressing against his head.

His blonde hair moved as his tongue flicked at your clit. You were growing close as the sensation clenched inside your stomach. Pressure starting building. No one had ever tasted you like this. As if he wanted to crawl inside your skin. He spit and drooled over your pussy as he continued his assault.

“Taste-Taste good.” He whispered as you climaxed, exploding with cum all over his mouth and chin. It dripped as he kept eating at you and you finally pushed him off, needing a break from his mouth.

“Thank you, Kyle.” You said to him, reaching to touch his dick but he shook his head. His pants wet. He came just from eating your pussy.

“Hug?” He asked and you opened your arms. He settled his head on your chest and snuggled deeper against you. “Did I-I-do good?” He stuttered and you kissed the top of his head.

“Yes, you did so good, Kyle. Good boy.” He sighed at the praise and drifted to sleep.

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marchswifey · 7 months

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Kai Anderson’s NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

You don't get any, go to bed, all he's going to do is say ‘I love you. good night bitch’ or something like that

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

On himself he likes his hands, he loves squeezing your ass with his big hands. On you he likes your ass, he loves to slap it and he probably just likes to look at it

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Kai likes a lot to cum on your ass or on the bottom of your stomach, but when you suck it he likes when you swallow it. He basically loves to cum everywhere to get you dirty

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He secretly has an album of your nudes :)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Kai has had a lot of bitches before you so he’s a lot experienced.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He loves doggy style because he gets a big veiw of your ass and has full control

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

NO he’s very serious, the most goofy you'll have is him teasing you

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Doesn't do anything, he just leaves it there

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

For him it depends. He can be one day then not the next day. It depends on his mood

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

As I said he has a secret album of you so yees, but not often

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Everything he will do everything.

Pet kink, degrading kink, bondage, breeding kink, & more

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He will do it everywhere to be honest, but his favorite place to do it is in the shower

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your ass, he finds it hot

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He'll do anything to you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to receive he just likes to see you on your knees chocking on it

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He is very fast and rough with you, he loves to make you scream and if you ask him to slow down he will surely accelerate his pace.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes, if he's feeling excited and just wants you for a bit, he'll make a quikie

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He can be quite risky, he's not afraid of being caught "I'm the divine ruler, I can do whatever I want".

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He work out so he has a good endurance

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes, he owns so many

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

A lot. He will tease you all day and then fuck the life out of you at night

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He actually only moans when you suck it, but they're very soft the rest of the time he growls or grunts

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Sometimes he records you two having sex

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s a 8 inches, very thick

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is through the roof. He will fuck any time he can and wherever he can

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Usually he just rolls over to his side and fall asleep but if he’s (rarely) feeling a bit romantic he will push you to his chest, in the morning you’d wake up alone in the room though because he’s already awake making plans for the cult

#american horror story #evan peters #smut #ahs cult #kai anderson #fanfic #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson x y/n #kai anderson smut #evan peters imagine #ahs fanfic #american horror story cult #headcanon

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emyhpeters · 5 months

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black and white photos of evan peters make me lose my mind

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kai-anderson-supremacy · 1 year

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I would like to thank Evan peters parents from the bottom of my heart for having sex and making Evan peters.

He looks so much like his mom. They literally have the same face and beautiful black eyes ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#evan peters #kai anderson #ahs #american horror story #james patrick march #evanpeterssupremacy #tate langdon #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #ahs cult #evan peters fanart #evanpetersedit #evan peters imagine #evan peters fic #evan peters gifs

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evan4ever · 6 months

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Sick

Kai Anderson x sick reader

Warnings: Kai being a (slightly more caring) jerk, vomit, sick reader, mentions of pregnancy

a/n: it’s short but I just loved the thought

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You felt feverish all night and even into the next day. You knew, by 1 pm, that you had to be running a fever of over 100 by the way your body shook yet your forehead glistened with sweat and your teeth chattered. Your body was hot but you felt freezing. But you didn’t bother attempting to ask Kai for medicine or even a thermometer so you knew the severity of the fever. It would be burdening him and he was busy, especially today.

You barely could keep your attention on Kai during the meeting in the basement. Your eye would flutter shut every so often as your mind focused on not allowing you to give in to the new feeling of vomiting. Your mouth salivated, a warning sign that you were very close to throwing up, but you focused harder and harder to keep it down — at least until the meeting was over. This only made you sweat more and tremble more.

You felt the occasional eye(s) on you, wondering what your problem was or if you were okay. If you could, you’d open your eyes and glare back at them, not wanting their attention on you to bring Kai’s attention to you when everyone’s should be on him.

“Y/n.” You heard your name, your eyes shooting open and immediately landing on Kai who only stared at you with anger.

Fuck.

You cleared your throat and readjusted your position on the floor and nodded to him, a quiet “I’m sorry” being heard just enough for him to shake his head and turn away from you, continuing where he left off.

But that short moment you focused on him rather than on not vomiting led to your stomach turning into a tight knot, your throat involuntarily gagging and you knew you couldn’t keep it down any longer.

Your hand immediately clutched your mouth to hold any vomit that may come up in and you grabbed the couch with you free hand, pulling yourself to your feet and booking it for the staircase. You didn’t care that you interrupted Kai, or that every single human in the rooms eyes were on you before you disappeared up the staircase. You just needed to make it to the bathroom.

Running as fast as your feet could carry you, you made it into the main floor bathroom and threw yourself over the toilet, allowing your body to vomit into it. And it did, over and over again.

You still trembled as you held yourself over the toilet the best you could, vomiting once more before you finally felt some sense of relief. You groaned into the toilet bowl, using some toilet paper to wipe your mouth before flushing the vomit down and pushing yourself from the bowl and into a sitting position next to the toilet.

“Are you pregnant?”

You jumped at the sudden voice from the doorway, looking over to see Kai standing in it, his eyes on you. You cleared your throat and shook your head, almost wishing you were.

You knew Kai wanted his “special” child. And you were lucky enough to have been chose by Kai to carry it when the time would come. So if you were pregnant, the treatment from Kai would be much better than what it’ll be when you announce that you’re not pregnant, but sick with the flu.

Kai sighed, crossing his arms and leaning himself against the doorframe.

“Why are you so sick? Haven’t you been taking care of yourself?” He asked, annoyed at the inconvenience you’ve caused him. “I had to cut my meeting short.”

“You could’ve carried on without me.” You stated as you turned away, trying not to sound as upset as you were. He replied with nothing, so you glanced at him only to see him just staring at you from the same stance. You sucked in a sharp breath and opened your mouth to apologize to him but another vomiting episode began, your body leaning back over the toilet to ensure it be caught.

Your muscles stiffened as they were used extra to throw up everything your stomach held inside of it, and even after every bit of food and drink had been thrown up, you dry heaved and threw up stomach acid.

At some point, Kai had made his way to you, collecting your hair that had been falling inside the toilet and holding it up. You were even more surprised to feel his hand against your back, gently, rubbing it as you continued dry heaving.

“You have nothing left to vomit, y/n.” You heard him from above you, nodding as you slowly pushed yourself back from the bowl again, careful not to allow yourself to gag.

“fuck” you breathed out, feeling Kai let your hair fall before he wrapped your arm over his shoulder and wrapped his own arm around your torso, pulling you to your feet easily. You let out a groan, the feverish feeling returning.

Kai noticed it too, his eyes quickly meeting your with concern. You narrowed your eyebrows not understanding his expression but his free hand found your forehead and then your cheek, and you understood.

“You’re burning up.” He states, your head nodding to agree. His concerned eyes change back to his previous cold eyes, letting out an annoyed sigh before helping you to his room, where you’d been allowed to sleep since he’d chosen you to carry his future child. He helped you next to the bed then let go of you, your arms catching yourself on wall and rolling your eyes at him. “You can rest in here. I have to finish some things downstairs. I’ll check on you later.”

Though you were slightly grateful for the tiny bit of concern he showed you, you were also annoyed because now he expected you to lay down when you were desperate for some kind of fever reducing medicine. But you didn’t dare object to the care he’d shown you, otherwise you’d receive the opposite treatment from him and that’s the last thing you needed.

So, you nodded at him and pulled his covers back, glancing at him once more, his eyes just watching you, before crawling into the bed and pulling his comforter over your body just below your chin. Your eyes met his again, a silent hope for his approval which was granted with a nod of his head, watching as he turned and left the room, turning the lights out before shutting the door behind him.

You sighed hard after he left down the stairs, slapping your arms against the bed as you now lay flat on your back and stare at the ceiling fan as it spins around and around. Your mind wandered to yours and Kai’s interaction in the bathroom, how the first thing he asked was if you were pregnant. He was hopeful, you knew it already but heard it in his voice. He wanted his baby so bad and your body hadn’t given it to him yet. But, yet, despite the disappointment when you told him no, he was still caring for you in the little ways Kai knew how. It wasn’t often or a familiar feeling, but it HAD happened before, Kai caring for you. There were very few occasions but when he acted like he cared, for the moment in time, you couldn’t help but fall so deep in love with him that it made every bad, painful, horrible thing he’s done to you in the past seem like nothing.

It was dangerous.

But he was addicting. And that’s how he kept you addicted. Showing you the slightest bit of love when you didn’t realize you needed it the most. A smart man, indeed.

You heard a knock at the door and looked up, meeting Winter’s soft and careful eyes as she approached you. Your eyes fell on the items she held and you shot her thee most thankful eyes you could, her smile being a you’re welcome.

“Kai, actually.” She nodded as she sat next to you, your body now leaning against the wall as you took the Tylenol and pepto bismol from her. You glanced at her confused. “He sent me up with them.” She smiled, setting the bucket next to the bed and handing you a bottle of water. “Some tea is being made, too.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, quickly popping each medicine in your mouth and taking a swig of the water to swallow them down.

“Wow.” Was all you muttered, resting your head back against the wall.

“Right.” She chuckled lightly. “He can be so… full.. of surprises.” She admitted, you agreeing with her.

“Keeps me wrapped around his finger.” You sighed, your eyes falling on the bucket and smiling at the fact that he knew to even send that up with you in case your body decided to vomit again. It was such a small detail to think about but, it meant a lot. “Makes me love him more than I should.” You whispered so just Winter could hear, your eyes meeting hers sincerely.

She looked at you with pity, knowing what you meant and also knowing it would eventually be your demise. Not many, if any, survived Kai. Winter truly believed that neither you or herself would be any different.

And you knew exactly how she felt but despise her feelings, you knew you’d never get away from him.

“Get some rest.” She squeezed your hands before standing and exiting the room without a second glance, leaving you to your thoughts while the medicine worked on your ill body.

Some time later, another gentle knock at the door brought your attention back to it as Kai now entered, holding the mug full of your favorite hot tea in his hands. You couldn’t read him. He looked neither happy nor mad. He just… was.

His eyes held yours as he approached you and sat the mug by your bed. You pressed your lips together and held his eye contact for another moment before finally clearing your throat.

“Thanks” you nodded.

“You should feel better soon.” He stated. You nodded, thankful for him. “Yeah. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” He said so simply before turning to leave.

You tried to stay quiet but couldn’t help yourself.

“Stay” you blurt out, silently cursing yourself, but you started so you weren’t going to stop now. “I mean, if you want.” You cleared your throat in uncertainty as he stood still, facing away from you. You stared at him a moment, then continued. “Just stay… please.” You said, now in a whisper.

Kai was never readable. No one ever knew what he was thinking or what his next move or reaction would be. So you sat in his bed, your body tense with nerves, awaiting his next move.

But to your surprise, you watched as Kai easily slipped his shirt over his head. Your eyebrows shot up, almost having no time to react before he was crawling into his bed next to you, his arms pulling you to him. You weren’t sure how to react, so for another minute your body remained tense. That was, until you felt him hold you tighter, silently telling you it’s okay to relax.

And so you did. And you laid in his arms, something you’ve only done a handful of times.

And it felt so nice.

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wtfxs · 2 months

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I want him with all my strength !!!!!!!

#evan peters #american horror story #james patrick march #evan peters imagine #tate langdon #maldito homem gostoso #ahs cult

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frankenkyle19 · 10 months

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Sweet Pain

Kai Anderson x virgin!reader smut

word count: 2.3k

my first ever actual Kai smut and… I kinda hate it but I’m not gonna waste 2.3k words and three days of my life to not post it

warnings: Uhm Kai… blowjobs, forceful Kai, unprotected sex, loss of virginity

Kai wasn’t exactly one to be gentle. He just wasn’t. It wasn’t in his nature. You’d known Kai for many months. Had been his first ‘follower’ as he called you. You would have liked to at least be called a friend. That’s what you were, right? Friends? You’d been there for Kai since day one. Supported him in everything he did, made sure he always had food, and anything else he needed, all to just be called a follower?

It hurt. It hurt to see him treat you like nothing when you were there before everyone else. The only real person who came before you was his own sister. Winter. Now don’t get it wrong, he could be nice when he wanted to, but it was usually for his gain. He wasn’t just nice for the hell of it.

But one thing was for sure. You were his. His alone. His little lamb. No matter how hard it was for him to show it, he did love you in some way.

The one thing he hadn’t done yet was make love to you. Or…well, fuck you. You were a virgin, and you made that known. Kai wasn’t worried about that. He could take you anytime he wanted to, so it wasn’t for your sake that he waited.

He wanted you so tightly wrapped around his finger that getting to take your virginity was just the icing on his odd, cultish cake.

And that’s exactly what he did.

After one of many weekly meetings with his followers, he asked you to stay behind. You swallowed hard, a swell of nervousness rising up inside. You knew you hadn’t done anything wrong, so why were you still so nervous? Maybe because it was Kai. You never knew what to expect from him. He was unpredictable.

“Little lamb, why are you so nervous?” He asked with a chuckle, smoothing his bright blue hair out of his face as his eyes scanned your body. You weren’t sure you liked the way he was looking at you right now. It was almost predatory.

“I just… I’m not in trouble am I?” You asked, swallowing hard as you felt your voice shake.

“Why would you be in trouble, little lamb. Unless…” he began, taking a step towards you “you did something wrong?” He asked curiously

“No! No I didn’t… I didn’t do anything wrong I just-“

“Then you have nothing to be afraid of. I just want to talk to you.” He said gently. It was odd. His voice didn’t match his posture or expression. It was too… sweet. Almost a fake kind of sweet.

He carefully brushed his hand down your cheek, forcing you to look at him. Without a word he took your hand and led you upstairs. You figured you’d talk in the living room, but he led you up another flight of stairs and to his room. A shudder ran through you. What was he planning?

“Kai I- I don’t-“ he hushed you dismissively, closing the door behind you, and much to your worry, locked it too. There was no good reason why he would lock it.

“Get on the bed for me.” He said sternly, beginning to take off his jacket

“Woah- woah what are you d-doing?” You backed up until you hit the bed, having no choice but to sit.

“I’m going to take you to bed. Isn’t that obvious? You’re smart aren’t you dear?” He chuckled, lifting off his shirt and revealing his toned, milky body.

“What?” Your eyes were wide as you looked up at him, now hovering over you, hands on his belt buckle.

“But I’m a-“

“Virgin, yes I know. I’m well aware, but after tonight you won’t be.”

His words nearly made your heart stop. He was going to take your virginity? After all these months, all this time longing for him? After begging for any scrap of his attention?

You just nodded slowly, because at this point did you even really have a choice? It was Kai here, he wouldn’t care if you fought him. If he wanted something, he was going to get it.

“I’ll be gentle with you this one time, since it’s your first. But don’t expect anything after that. Got it?”

All you could do was nod, unable to find words. Your eyes locked onto his hands that were deftly undoing his belt, sliding it through the loops in his pants before tossing it onto the floor. One step closer you thought.

“Now my little lamb, you’re going to be a good girl and take my cock, yes? Yes, you’ll be my good girl.” Oh god, his voice. His fucking voice. It was so rough, so deep.

“You’re going to be polite, and you’re going to do everything daddy tells you to, got it? Or else I’ll have to punish you, and I don’t want to have to do that..” he trailed off, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, pulling them down to his knees.

“Yes K-Kai…” you muttered. Kai wasn’t happy with that answer. He slammed you against the bed, crawling on top of you as he practically ripped off your shirt. You wanted to squirm away, but he held you so tight that you couldn’t get out of his grip.

“You’re- y-you’re hurting me-'' you cried, looking up at him with wide eyes, for the first time, truly afraid of the man on top of you.

“You can call me a lot of things in bed. Kai isn't one of them.” He growled, breath hot against your face.

“Daddy for example.. or divine ruler.” He put extra emphasis on the latter, which could only make you assume he preferred that one.

“I-I’m sorry d-divine ruler-“ you sniffled, eyes welling with tears as you swallowed hard. Much to your relief, Kai let up, letting go of you and sitting up.

“I think I know a better way for you to apologize.” He grinned, pulling his boxers down. You couldn’t help but glance down… and what you saw made your core flutter.

His cock was thick, hard, and leaking pre-cum from the tip. His large hand was wrapped around it, stroking it slowly as he watched you watch him.

“Well…?” He said, looking at you like you were stupid. And maybe you were. Maybe you were stupid for even being with him. For being in this situation. But right now all you could think about was his thick cock down your throat.

You carefully reached a hand out to stroke him, his length so girthy that your fingers barely reached fully around it. It was definitely going to hurt when he put it inside of you. If it even fits, that is.

You lowered your quivering lips to the tip of his cock, pressing a gentle kiss to it. You weren’t exactly scared, just… a bit nervous. You hadn’t done anything like this before and you weren’t exactly sure what to expect. Especially with Kai.

Kai hummed his approval, looking down at you as he tapped his thick cock head against your lips, urging you on.

“Come on baby, be a good girl for me, yeah? Be so good and maybe you’ll get rewarded.”

You had no choice but to listen. Kai was like a drug. Addictive. You couldn’t just stop. That’s not how it worked with him.

You enveloped the head of his cock between your lips, sucking on it like a lollipop. That’s what you’d seen in the very few porn videos you’d watched.

You felt a bit better about it all when Kai groaned above you, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he tilted his head back again. He looked sinful. Beautiful.

“Goooood fucking girl. Keep going, choke on it.” And you did. Kai pushed into your mouth further, causing your throat to close up and your gag reflex to start. He didn’t care, nor did he stop. He fucked into your throat, holding your hair tightly in his grip as he let his cock slide in and out of your awaiting mouth. You were sure your throat would be bruised after this all.

This went on for a few minutes before Kai seemed satisfied. Tears fell down your face, smudging your mascara. Your lips were puffy and swollen, and your throat was scratchy, a lingering taste of… man on your tongue.

“Very good girl for me, for your divine ruler.” He crawled back over you again, hands roaming across your body as his deft fingers unbuttoned your pants, pulling them off in one quick motion. You suddenly felt very vulnerable in only your bra and panties.

“Don’t hide from me, you’re gorgeous.” He spoke, seeming to sense your embarrassment. He seemed to know everything. Always one step ahead.

He nearly ripped your panties off as he tugged them down your legs, leaving your lower half completely bare to him. Exposed. Your heart fluttered hard in your chest, beating a million miles a minute as you tried to keep your legs closed.

Kai clicked his tongue in distaste, immediately shoving his way between your thighs, placing his thick cock head at your entrance. That’s when you realized he wasn’t even going to prep you on his fingers first. What an asshole.

“K-Kai-i'm not-“ you tried to speak, but he dismissed you, his dick brushing against your clit which sent a pleasurable spark through your body. It was soon diminished by the searing pain of him stretching you completely open on his cock.

“Hush my little lamb. You were made for this. Made to take me. Take my seed.” He whispered against your ear, breathing labored as he continued to push into you.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, a few tears managing to slip as you cried quietly. It hurt. It was an odd pain. One that wasn’t easily explained. Almost searing, but dull. Not completely unbearable but not nice either.

“Gooooood fucking girl.” He cooed, the praise making you perk up a bit. He had pushed himself into the hilt and was just resting against you, being nice enough to let you adjust.

He didn’t kiss you. Didn’t really do anything, just waited a few minutes to give you the chance to calm yourself. To adjust to the foreign feeling of him inside of you.

He did finally pull out and you glanced down between your bodies, gasping as you saw his cock was covered in a thin layer of blood. Your blood. You were bleeding.

“K-Kai-“ he could have reprimanded you for using his name, but he sensed your worry and shook his head, hands rubbing over your thighs comfortingly.

“It’s normal.” He said casually, beginning to rock back into you gently, a grunt falling from his lips.

“Not all women bleed. Some do. It just depends.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

This really was a new side of Kai you hadn’t seen before. He was careful. Caring. Gentle. Attentive.

“There we go, you’re loosening up, feel it?” He thrust into you a bit more and you gasped. It still hurt a bit, but there was something else too. A tingling sensation, a pleasurable buzz. It felt good.

Kai began to find a steady rhythm. In and out, in and out, in and out. Over and over and over. Each time he thrust full into you, his pelvis brushed against your clit, and it felt so so good. His cock didn’t feel magical, it just made you feel very very full. It was an interesting feeling that would surely take some getting used to to truly enjoy.

Kai was beginning to fall apart above you, you could tell. His face was scrunched up, his hips were beginning to falter, and he was letting out groans and moans left and right.

“Fuck, that’s it, so good baby girl, being so good for your divine ruler. Bet you’d do anything I asked, huh?” Jesus, he talked a lot. He never shut up it seemed, but you found yourself not minding.

His hand reached down between the two of you and a look of confusion crossed your face before you realized what he was doing. The pleasure suddenly felt 10x stronger as his thumb circled your clit, applying just the right amount of pleasure to get you trembling.

“I feel- I- I feel-“ you stuttered, unable to exactly describe it. You felt like you were going to orgasm, but with Kai inside of you it felt… different. Stronger in a way.

Your pussy began to clench around his length, the slick squelching sounds filling the room along with Kai’s pants and mumbles under his breath.

You didn’t even see it coming. Didn’t have time to brace yourself before your orgasm was crashing over you like a tsunami. Wave after wave. You felt like you were drowning. It was hard to breathe. You’d never felt such pleasure in your life.

As you came down from your high, you were briefly aware of Kai’s final, loud moan before he stilled inside of you, filling you up with his warm seed. It felt so nice that you almost forgot that he hadn’t worn a condom and had just come inside of you…

“Kai you just-“

“I know. And if this goes according to my plan, you will be the mother to my messiah baby.” You were so hazy that you barely processed his words. You just nodded, relaxing into the bed. You’d clean up later. You were too tired to get up and even if you found the strength, you figured your legs would give out on you.

You’d surely be sore in the morning, and maybe even… pregnant? But you guess it had all been worth it, getting to have your virginity taken by your very own divine ruler.

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𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑨𝑳𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑻 ── kit walker ₊ ˙ ⊹ . ⁺

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𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱)

❥┆ king of aftercare! no matter the range, from the sweet, intimate vanilla to taking you in the most deliciously rough manner, kit will do everything in his power to give you the princess treatment. in need of cuddles? he’ll hold you til you both fall asleep. want a massage? he’s got you. if he accidentally left any marks and bruises he left on your body, he’ll kiss those spots with an apologetic look in his eyes.

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𝐁 = 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫’𝐬)

❥┆ while normally modest, kit does take some pride in how his arms look. he works hard at his job and stays in shape, so naturally those biceps look great.

❥┆ as for your body, kit genuinely loves every part of you. but he harbours a deep fascination with your tits.

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𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐦 (𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐦, 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲)

❥┆ ideally, he likes to cum inside you. his other favourite places are on your stomach or tits.

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𝐃 = 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬)

❥┆he doesn’t have any overly dirty secrets. just doesn’t seem like the type.

✶ a/n: i’m so sorry i genuinely couldn’t think of one-

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𝐄 = 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

❥┆ guy was married, so of course he has some experience. but he had few other sexual encounters, alma was probably his first. despite this, kit is godly at sex.

✶ a/n: oh to be railed by kit walker..

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𝐅 = 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠)

❥┆ missionary- he loves seeing your face, drinking in every small reaction. he also likes it when you ride him but he would rather set the pace.

❥┆ cowgirl- if he’s too exhausted from work, he’ll gladly let you take the lead and ride him till your thighs can’t support your body anymore. he gets really handsy too, always groping at your ass, chest, tummy, thighs.

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𝐆 = 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

❥┆ kit is very intimate and sweet, so he is more serious for the most part. so maybe when you’re both drunk or high.

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𝐇 = 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

❥┆ neatly trimmed.

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𝐈 = 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭)

❥┆ if you think his aftercare is sweet, you’ll be blown away during the actual sex part. his main priority is to make you feel good, which he does a hella good job of doing.

❥┆ outside of the bedroom, kit loves to surprise you with flowers, chocolate, scented candles and occasionally sexy lingerie. (which of course, lead to sex)

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𝐉 = 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 (𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

❥┆ he misses you when he’s at work, so he channels all that energy into fucking you when he comes home. at times when he’s feeling especially antsy, he masturbates to the thought of you.

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𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬)

❥┆praise kink - he loves giving praise.

❥┆breeding kink - wants nothing more than to have kids with you, see the pregnancy glow on you, the way your body softens and your hips fill out so beautifully.

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𝐋 = 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝)

❥┆ kit prefers the privacy of your bedroom, but in truth, he’s down for almost anywhere conventional for sex— kitchen counter, dinner table, bathtub, shower, couch, the back of his truck, public bathroom etc.

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𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧)

❥┆ sometimes it just takes the smallest things to turn him on. he gets hard just by watching you taste icing from the tip of your finger while you're baking—the way your eyes flutter shut and your lips pucker up into an adorable pout has him wishing he could push the tip of his cock between those pretty lips.

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𝐍 = 𝐍𝐨 (𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐬)

❥┆ anything involving hardcore bondage or torture. man’s traumatised enough in his time in briarcliff. he hates the idea of hurting you.

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𝐎 = 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

definitely a giver. kit loves pleasuring you and hearing the little noises that escape from your lips. he’s very loud when you’re giving him head, has to cover a hand over his mouth if you’re in some public bathroom.

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𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡? 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥?)

generally speaking, kit likes to go slow and sensual, but he’s very versatile. want him to fuck you fast and rough? he’s got you covered. sloppy, desperate sex? sure he's up for it. one of the reasons why sex with kit walker is such a fantastic experience.

✶ a/n: personally, i’d rate him a 10/10 in this department.

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𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

❥┆ kit wants to take his time, doing it slow and romantic to make you feel appreciated. but he’s not opposed to the idea, either. when you drop by his workplace to bring him lunch, then a quickie is in the foreseeable future.

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𝐑 = 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

❥┆ not much of a risk-taker, but he's willing to experiment.

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𝐒 = 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚��𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭?)

❥┆ he can go one long round, an overall estimation of 1.5 hours so it’s enough to wear you both of you out.

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𝐓 = 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬?)

❥┆ no, neither you or him have ever used toys on each other, since you both please each other enough as is. but again, he’s willing to give it a try if that’s what you want.

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𝐔 = 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞)

❥┆ kit rarely teases. he wants to give you exactly what you want and he gets pleasure from giving you what you want. although, he okay with you teasing him. it builds up the tension, and you both know that he’ll be pounding you into the mattress later.

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𝐕 = 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

❥┆ he’s very vocal; always mumbling all sorts of praises in your ear— how good you feel, how tight you are etc. you’re usually too busy moaning to respond, but he’ll talk to you regardless. also, kit is a groaner and a whiner.

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𝐖 = 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧)

❥┆ he once ejaculated prematurely that time you whispered “i wan’ your baby inside me..” that sort of talk gets him all riled up. feral, even.

✶ a/n: breeding kink activated

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𝐗 = 𝐗-𝐫𝐚𝐲 (𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬)

❥┆ well above average– about 6.5 inches.

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𝐘 = 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞?)

❥┆fairly high but he has great self control.

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𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬)

❥┆ kit doesn’t fall asleep right away after sex. he has to make sure you’re taken care of before he can even think of falling asleep. probably smokes a cigarette while lying in bed with you, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms before the drowsiness finally hits.

✶ a/n: cigarettes after sex anyone?

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yes-divine-ruler · 10 months

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Sweet Dreams - Kai Anderson

x fem!reader

cw: somnophilia, non-con, pervert!kai is your leader

Kai’s gaze settled on your sleeping body as soon as he cracked the bedroom door open. Sprawled out in the tiniest pair of pink pyjamas, you snoozed peacefully in your bed. Kai took a step into the room, his heartbeat racing in his ears. He was nervous, but his compulsions had more control. His cock stood to attention beneath his sweatpants as he counted every soft breath you took. Kai turns to shut and lock the door behind him.

He couldn’t have anyone witness what he was about to do.

Stepping in closer, he positions himself on the edge of the bed. You don’t stir. You don’t even take any notice as the bed dips from his weight. Kai bites his lip as he reaches forwards hesitantly. His hand settles gently on your exposed hip. His fingertips tingle as they lift up your silk pyjama top. The fabric is almost as soft as your skin.

Kai exhales a quiet breath, trying to contain his excitement. He lifts your top, exposing your perky breasts to his hungry eyes. He shuffles over, just enough to be able to cup one of the warm mounds in his big hand. Still asleep, your body reacts to his touch. Kai pinches one of your now taut nipples gently between his fingers. His cock begs to be let free. It was paining him to be so soft with you. He just wanted to ram his cock deep inside you, to feel the pulse of your plush walls as they squeeze him in uncertainty.

Kai lays on his side, spooning you from behind. Your body is warm and welcoming and fits close to his like you were two pieces of the same puzzle. He moves your hair over your shoulder, and leaves a single kiss on the exposed skin of your neck. Your body erupts in a frenzy of tiny goosebumps. Kai’s touch travels lower. He cups the flesh of your ass in his hand, squeezing gently in an attempt to satiate his perverted mind. It’s still not enough, just caressing you would never feel as good as defiling you.

Kai pauses for a moment. He convinces himself that this is what you both want. And then he continues.

His fingertips glide between your legs, pressing down on your clit from over your tiny silk shorts. In your sleep, you mumble for the first time. Kai stops to make sure he doesn’t wake you. You fall silent again, so Kai takes the opportunity to tug your shorts down. Just enough to see what he needed to.

Taking another deep breath, his fingertips return to your centre. Wet. You’re dripping. Your white panties are saturated with your own arousal. He wonders what you’re dreaming about, and he hopes that it’s him. Kai toys with you for a couple of minutes, pressing the pad of his thumb between your folds and feeling the delicious pulse of your pussy. Oh fuck. More.

Kai pulls your panties to the side. As soon as the cool air hits your soaked folds, you breathe a sigh of relief. He hums softly to himself. You make the prettiest noises when you sleep.

Kai’s fingertips runs up and down your slit, collecting your arousal to smother across your beating clit. His hard and leaking cock presses against your back in an attempt to find some relief. You moan softly. The sound makes Kai’s heart flutter. So pretty.

Kai dips his finger towards your entrance, pushing it in knuckle-deep. Your pussy invites him in seamlessly, squeezing down on his digit as it invades your walls. He pumps it in slowly, the smallest squelch reaching his ears with every reluctant thrust. More. You’re so warm, so wet, so tight and most of all, so unsuspecting.

Kai retracts his finger, and uses his hand to tug down his sweats. With no boxers underneath, it gives him less to work with. Shuffling impossibly closer, he kisses your shoulder blade, almost as if to say “sorry”. His tip, flushed pink and seeping pre cum, runs along the length of your slit. He holds in the moans that bubble at the back of his throat. More. He has to have you. Entirely.

Testing the boundaries, he sinks the tip inside your tight, little hole. He exhales a shuddering breath as he manages to get an inch in. He thrusts softly inside you, stretching you out in preparation for more of him. God, the lewd sounds your little pussy was making. It was driving him crazy.

You begin to stir. Your back arches, pushing Kai’s cock further inside you. Even in your sleep you were a needy little whore. Kai’s eyes shut and his jaw goes slack. You deserve this. He was done being gentle.

Kai pushed his hips forward until they were flush with your ass. Your pussy takes him whole and gives him the pleasure of squeezing him tight. Kai plans his next move. In less than a couple seconds, he’s rolled you over onto your stomach and pushed your face into the pillow.

You’re awake now, but can’t see anything. Kai uses all his weight to keep you still as you reach behind you to see who was there. You don’t have much of a chance to wake up, or to think, before Kai is pounding into you. You let out a scream into your pillow as he fills you. A good scream. It feels so good how much he’s stretching you out right now. You deserve this, you were just dreaming about this.

Kai spreads you out from behind. His nails dig into your ass cheeks as he thrusts in and out of you. You begin to shake beneath him as the tip of his cock abuses your cervix. Kai let’s out an animalistic moan as you flutter around him.

“Shhh shh, it’s just me sweetheart. I’m taking care of you,” Kai’s voice whispers in your ear in an attempt to reassure you. You whine into the pillow, grasping at it hard enough to turn your knuckles white.

“You’re such a good girl for your leader, aren’t you? Such a perfect pussy, just for me.”

Kai’s cock glistens with your arousal. He pulls himself all the way out, just to slam back into you again. A loud gasp leaves your lips with every harsh repetition.

“I’m cumming, fuck, shhh, so deep inside your little pussy,” Kai’s eyes close as he finishes, emptying himself inside you. He pulls out, only to replace his cock with his fingers. He finger fucks his cum inside you, burying it deep enough so that there isn’t a chance it seeps out. He lives and breathes to breed you.

“Good girl, go back to sleep,” Kai caressing the back of your head when he’s done, and dressing himself, he leaves the room.

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am3ricanh0rrorwh0re · 15 days

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Excommunicated ☆

Kai Anderson x fem!reader

summary: you were about to be excommunicated from FIT for betraying Kai with his sister Winter. But Kai had other plans before your death.

warnings: nsfw, violence, dub con, rough bondage, guns, knife play, slapping, spitting, oral (m receiving)

( i deeply apologize for starving y’all)

When you first met Kai, you were new to Michigan. A college student who had moved here. Kai had brought you into the cult, a ‘new beginning’ for you, he called it.

And now, you found yourself in his basement once again. Well, in a closet in his basement, laying on the ground, tied up. Your wrists were cuffed behind your back, along with your ankles too. You laid on your side, tape over your mouth as you looked up at Kai from the corner of your eye.

“We could’ve been unstoppable,” Kai sighed, loading his pistol. He crouched down, grabbing your chin in his big, strong hand, his fingers squeezing your chin.

“But you fucked it all up, bitch,” Kai spat, pulling your hair. He pulled your head back, making you cry out into the gag as he pressed the mouth of the gun against your head. You felt the cold metal against your temple, the feeling of death’s imminent kiss washing across your lips. Kai pulled the trigger, but it locked.

it…locked? why didn’t it fire? you should be dead by now, brains splattered against the wall. Kai’s hands shook, his greasy blue hair falling into his face. Kai let out a yell, throwing the gun against the floor. It slid out of the doorway of the closet, flying into the main part of the basement. You closed your eyes and flinched. Kai grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your stomach. You let out a whimper, shifting in your bonds.

Kai un-cuffed your ankles before pulling down your jeans. He spread your legs, rubbing your cunt under your panties. You moaned into the gag, which was followed by a scoff from Kai. He slapped your clothed but absolutely soaked pussy, soliciting a whimper from you.

“You’re such a fucking slut,” Kai scoffed, pulling off your gag. “Tell me, bitch. Tell me how much you love me,”

You let out a few coughs as he ripped the gag out of your mouth. You nod, coughing. “Y-Yes, Divine Ruler. I love you,”

Kai slapped your face, his cold hands smacking against your cheek. You knew it’d be red in the morning, if you even made it until the morning. He looked down at you, spitting in your mouth before he slapped you again. Kai sat you up on your knees before he unbuttoned his jeans, prying them off of his body, accompanied by his boxers. He grabbed the shaft of his cock, slapping his pre-cum soaked tip against your lips.

“Show me how much you miss sucking off your Divine Ruler,” Kai spat, forcing his shaft into your mouth. You choked a little, holding back coughs as tears formed in your eyes. Kai’s fingers kneaded through your hair, creating knots as he forced your head lower. You gagged as you noticed through your tears, Kai taking out a pocket knife. He held it against your neck, smirking.

“Take my cock like a good little slut. Take it and maybe i’ll spare your life,” Kai smirked, pressing the knife a little into your neck. Kai thrusted into your mouth, harder and harder as he felt his impending orgasm. You felt his dick sliding down your throat.

Kai gave a few more thrusts before he finally pulled his cock out, making you gasp for the breath you didn’t have. He grabbed you by your hair, pulling your head up to look at him. You whimpered softly, tears still slipping from your eyes like a leaking sink. Kai wiped your tears with the tip of his knife, putting his lips neck to your ear and whispering:

“You may be a traitor and a filthy, fucking narc, but you can sure as hell make a guy cum,”

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babygorewhore · 10 months

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Crossed Lines. Kai Anderson Smut.

Holy shit y’all. Here it is. My longest fic so far. Over 3,000 words lol. So this is something I came up with in my deranged head after watching YOU on Netflix. I hope you enjoy, my little princesses. WARNINGS! Slapping. Spanking. Attempted assault. (not by Kai) Toxic relationship. Brutal violence. Fingering. Oral! Male recieving! PnV! Unprotected sex. Injury.

You had it.

Kai was downstairs screaming nonsense at his members. You started packing your bag. You both had gotten into a terrible fight because you refused to participate in killing someone.

“It’s time you prove to me your loyalty.” Kai had said to you.

“Prove my loyalty? For gods sake Kai. I’m not going to kill someone!” You responded back sharply.

“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear. I’m not giving you a choice.” He said coldly. You balled up your fists.

“I said. No.”

He slapped you in response. After the shock, You slapped him back. You both stood there in silence before you marched away. Never would you allow someone to put their hands on you. You couldn’t go lower than you already had by being with him. He had taken your virginity two weeks ago, left you in a sweaty, aching pool in bed. He hadn’t even pleasured you. Just took it and left you laying there. You teared up at the memory as you continued packing and finished shoving in your last shirt.

You were wearing a black sweatshirt and jeans, your sneakers hit the floor as you slammed the bedroom door behind you and you walked down the hallway. Passing his dead parents room, you heard rushing behind you and you turned, ready to scream at Kai for chasing you down but instead you found winter starting at you in horror.

“What are you doing?” She questioned you and you pointed to your backpack.

“What does it look like?” You snapped at her and she looked around nervously.

“You can’t leave. Kai won’t let you. If you try, he’ll hunt you down and bring you back here. I don’t want him to hurt you.”

You chuckled humorously. “He already has.” You started to move away but she grabbed your arm.

“I’m begging you. Don’t leave. I promise I can try to help you here. But just stay. He won’t rest until he finds you.” You jerked out of her hold and left the house without another word.

You stayed at a friends house, your childhood best friend who you hadn’t seen in several weeks after getting together with Kai. Who called your phone over 100 times when you left that night. You had to get a new phone with some of your stolen cash you took from the house. You imagined the horrible text messages he no doubt sent you, threatening you and telling you how pathetic it was that you left.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go out with us tonight?” Your friend asked with sad eyes. “I don’t want to leave you here by yourself.” She told you.

“No, it’s okay, y/f/n. I’ll be fine. He won’t find me here.”

She left blowing you a kiss and you quickly put on your only pair of sneakers and you left the house in the opposite direction. There was a book store open late and you were dying to get your hands on a book, to distract you from what you’d done.

As you walked down the street, that’s when you paused in fear.

Someone, a man, stood yards away from you, wearing a clown mask. You knew it wasn’t Kai, his mask was different but you knew in your gut it was part of his cult. You gasped and ran back to the apartment, slamming and locking the door behind you.

But Winter was standing there in the living room. Her expression down as she came to you. Holding a knife. You backed away from her, holding your hands up. You were bigger than her, you knew you could force her away from you but she had a weapon. If Kai demanded her, she would do whatever he asked.

“If you just come back calmly, we won’t have to hurt you.” She said, desperate for you to listen. “Please, Y/n, come back peacefully. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Really? Is that why you stand by Kai and his insanity? You’re all fucking crazy!” You yelled at her.

“Just calm down. Please. He’s been even worse without you. He sent us to come get you and bring you back. He’s not going to hurt you anymore.” She pleaded, coming closer.

“He never should have hurt me in the first place.�� You replied to her.

The door burst open and the other clown came in. He was Holding a pair of handcuffs. He lunged at you. You ran to the other side of the kitchen, grabbing the kitchen scissors. Winter neared you as well. You swung them wildly at both of them. “Get the fuck away from me.” You said to both of them, hating yourself for almost crying. “I’ll call the cops and tell them everything.”

“Shut your mouth.” The male said, growling at you as he pulled out another knife.

“Fuck you. And fuck Kai.” You screamed. “How did he know where I was?”

“He always knew where you were, he just waited for the right time.” Winter said.

You took off in a run, the bedroom had a large window you could escape from. You darted inside the room, yanking open the window but before you could climb out, a large hand clapped over your mouth and yanked you back. You moved rapidly, kicking and then you bit down on the hand.

“Fucking bitch.” The male said and threw you on the bed.

He tore off his mask. He was a new member you hadn’t met before. “Enough of this shit. Kai doesn’t get to have all the fun.” He lustfully looked at your body and you shrank back in fear.

He sliced off your pants with the knife, cutting your skin as he ripped them off. “Help!” You screamed but he hit you hard across the face.

“Stop it! Kai will kill you!” Winter screamed at him as she tried to stab him with the knife but he was stronger than both of you.

He yanked your legs apart and started to grind down his erection on you. You clawed at his face, scratching and you hit him as hard as you could. He winced and gave you the opportunity to try and run. But as you made to run, he grabbed your ankle and dragged you back. He flipped you on your back, aiming the knife above your face. You covered your face with your arms.

“No!” A new voice came and you all stopped fighting each other. You looked up, still pinned to the floor.

Kai stood at the door. Wearing all black, just like you and his eyes were burning with rage as he saw the mystery man holding onto you. Your pants sliced off and blood dripping down your legs.

You blacked out from fear, everything going dark.

You came too, unsure of how much time had passed and you knew where you were. You were in Kai’s basement on the couch. Your bare legs were scratched and a hand print circled your ankle. You were alone.

You burst into tears. You never wanted to see inside this basement again.

“No need for tears, y/n.” Kai’s voice interrupted you and you whipped around to see him standing in a dark corner. He came out, wearing a button down shirt and black sweatpants. He was holding a first aid kit.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You said to him, hating how your voice was breaking from crying. He came over to you, ignoring how you tried to disappear as he sat next to you.

He took you leg but you yanked it back. “Don’t touch me.” You shrieked at him and he paused.

“You’re hurt. These need to be addressed.” He said matter of fact.

“Then I’ll do it myself.” You said sharply at him. Holding out your hand for the kit. Blood dripped from the lacerations on your thighs and Kai shook his head, disappointed.

“No. Let me do it. And then we’ll talk.” He pulled your leg back, more forceful and both your legs were across his lap. You stayed silence as he gently padded your wounds with saline, it only stung a little.

His fingers expertly wrapped you in bandages, and he secured them with tape. He had never been this gentle with you before. You stilled as he leaned down and pressed kisses along the white bandages, you weren’t able to move as he moved over to you. His hands gliding over your arms and shoulders. “I thought he was going to kill you.” He whispered, his lips finding your cheeks. And nose. He continued kissing your face, as they grew sloppier.

You hated yourself for not moving away from him quicker, hating yourself for loving the new affection he was giving you. Kai’s lips moved towards yours and you finally moved away, getting up, standing and limping a few feet away.

“I can’t stay here, Kai.” You stood your ground, forcing yourself to be strong.

Kai’s mouth pressed into a line and you could see his patience was wearing thin. “you already left me, Y/n. You tried to hide from me and look what happened. You got hurt. What would have happened if I hadn’t stepped in?” He reminded you.

“You’ve hurt me, Kai! You hit me! You give me no attention. You never hug me. Kiss me. Or anything. You just used me one time for sex and you just left me laying there like I was just something to fuck! You hurt me more than he did!” You screamed at him. “Of course I left. I couldn’t take it anymore.” It felt so good to let it all out.

“Is that what this is about?” His tone was short. “Just because I don’t hug you enough?”

“You didn’t listen to a word I fucking said.” You almost ripped your hair out at the root. “Let me go. I don’t want to be apart of this insanity.”

Kai stood up quickly and met you, you tried to cower back but his grip firmly locked on your jaw. “You can’t leave, little lamb. You mean too much to me.” He whispered.

“Bullshit.” You tried to move away but his hold was too tight, nearly bruising.

“Losing you only made me realize how much I want you. You deserve to be treated like a queen, lamb. You know that? Let me prove it to you.”

“How?” You said, exhausted from fighting.

Kai whistled. Several seconds later and all his members came flooding down, dragging the man who attacked you by his elbows. You jerked away from the man, and Kai lightly held you by the arm.

“Gentlemen, bring this traitor before me.” He commanded and they at once brought the tied man to his knees before Kai. His mouth was gagged and his arms and legs were tied with thick rope.

He shook violently as he tried to get out. Kai chuckled and you gasped as he pulled out a long blade from Speedwagon.

Kai knelt down, meeting the man eye to eye. “You really fucked up, didn’t you? Trying to touch what’s mine? Hurting her? I had to bandage her delicate flesh. You spilled her blood. Now, I get to spill yours.” Your heart hammered as the man screamed behind his gag.

Kai lunged forward, stabbing him multiple times, you wanted to cover your eyes but you couldn’t as Kai grabbed him by the head and slit the blade across his throat. Blood gushed from his neck as he fell over, dead within seconds.

Kai turned towards you with a sick smirk on his face. He dropped the blade. “Leave us. Reflect on what happens if anyone of you dare come close to touching what belongs to me.”

Everyone left, taking the body with them. You trembled. Kai had just murdered for you. Was this all part of his manipulation? His previous gentle touch. Was that all part of his act he was so good at?

“Was that supposed to make me stay? Just because you murdered him?” Kai clicked his tongue and his thumb wiped away a free falling tear on your cheek.

“Stop talking about leaving. You belong to me, y/n. We will always be together.” You shook your head and Kai’s jaw tightened.

“Stop doing that. Stop fucking denying me.” He was getting louder. You flinched back before you could help it.

“Stop it, Kai. You can’t just get what you want this way.” you half expected him to scream at you more but instead, Kai dropped to his knees beneath you.

His hands rubbed up and down your bare thighs, grazing the band of your underwear. Your stomach dropped as his head rested on your stomach.

“No. I’m not going to lose you.” He said quietly, you felt his mouth on your bare skin as he lifted your shirt. “You’re right…I should have treated you better.” His hot mouth peppered kisses along your hips and you couldn’t pull away as he gripped the back of your thighs.

“What are you doing?” You half moaned at the end as he started sucking your skin.

“Don’t you see? There’s not a line, in the world, that I wouldn’t cross for you.” Kai pleaded, looking up at you with dark eyes.

You wanted to give in, despite how wrong it was. Your hands settled on his shoulders and kai took the opportunity to lift you, forcing your legs around his waist as he carried you to the couch. He set you down, your legs straddling his waist as he sat down. You atop of him.

Kai leaned forward as you settled on his lap. His lips finding your pulse point as he kissed your neck, his tongue finding your sensitive spots as you shuddered. His hands pulled your sweatshirt up, exposing your torso and bra. His mouth found the valley of your breasts as he started tearing your bra off, yanking the sweatshirt over your head.

Kai moved with urgency as he wrapped his lips around your perked nipple, sucking gently and your head fell back. This felt so good. This was what you wanted secretly. His lips on you. His teeth pulled at the bud, and you moaned as he rolled his clothed dick into you.

“See, how much I want you, princess?” He whispered. His mouth found yours in a feverish kiss. He opened his mouth, forcing you to the same and he shoved his tongue in your mouth. He had never kissed you like this, never with such brutal passion. His left hand wrapped around the back of your head as he deepens the kiss by sucking your lower lip.

Your hands went into his hair as he continued kissing you, sloppily as your center grew wetter and wetter as he thrusted his hips up. “Kai.” You whimpered.

Kai shoved you face forward on the couch, you gasped as he slapped your ass. You heard his belt undo and you heard him fumble with his pants as he yanked them down. His hands found your neck as he pressed the tip inside you as you were on all fours.

Your body jolted with wetness as he started slamming into you, deep enough that your walls clenched around him. You felt full as pleasure grew in your belly. His other hand found your hair as he shoved his fingers inside your mouth. “Get them nice and wet for me.” He said, you obeyed. Licking his fingers and he pulled them out and started playing with your clit.

Your breath constricted. He hadn’t touched you like this before. His fingers circled your clit rapidly, as he slammed his hips against your ass. Both your bodies moved against each other. “Kai, I’m close.” You groaned.

“Cum for me. Show me.” He slapped your ass again and you nearly screamed as your orgasm overwhelmed you. Your body halted as you felt him empty inside you, you didn’t worry as you were still on birth control.

Seconds passed and he turned you around, his swollen cock in your face. “Open that pretty little mouth.” You leaned forward and licked the tip to the baseline of his dick. “I want you to taste how good we are together.” His head lolled to the side as you started sucking gently.

Your teeth very lightly grazed the tip and he moaned deep within his chest as you bobbed your head up and down, the tip brushing your gag reflex.

“That’s it, choke on daddy’s cock, little lamb.” He encouraged and pulled your hair back, too hard but you didn’t mind the pressure.

He moved into your mouth and you gagged, your jaw tightening as he filled your mouth. “Fuck. Fucking shit.” He muttered as you licked him again.

He pulled back. “Your turn.” You didn’t have time to think as he pushed you back, pushing your legs open. He knelt on the floor. Grabbing the back of your ass as he pulled your pussy to his face. He wrapped his lips around your clit, you let out little gasps as he laid his tongue flat against you, your folds convulsing as he lapped at your pussy, diving inside you and then dragging his tongue back to your clit.

You rode his face as he licked you, “You taste so fucking good,” he praised you. “You’re such a pathetic little slut, you know that? So wet for me.”

Your pleasure grew as it was about to burst.

Kai didn’t let you come, stopping right before you exploded. You let out a whine as he crawled over you, shoving his cock inside you, filling you up to the brim. “Come on, you can moan better than that.” He said, thrusting deep inside you.

Your hands flew to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin but he couldn’t care less. Your head pressed against his shoulder as he moved, his cock touching the deepest parts of you.

Your release came in a wildfire, you let out a loud scream, panting as he came to his finish. Spilling into you, both of your orgasm merging together as he let out a loud moan. He shook as he emptied inside you. You both tried to catch your breath as he stayed inside you for several seconds. He finally pulled out.

He cleaned himself up with a rag, he dragged the cloth over you as you mewled at the feeling.

He slid his boxers on and you put your underwear back on. You expected him to leave but he laid next to you on the couch, pulling your body near his as he pressed your head against his chest. You were quiet as his fingers lightly traced your bare skin of your back.

Soon, your eyes drifted shut, and you felt a uncharacteristic light kiss on your forehead. You looked at him through your lashes and he met your gaze. He stayed silent as you reached up, pressing a kiss to his lips and he finally let you, letting his guard down.

Tagging. @spill-the-t

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