Kai Anderson🖤
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Kai Anderson🖤
i've avoided people succesfully for three days watching AHS in my room
Winter anderson x reader with Winter being somewhat dom? i'm like 99% sure she wouldn't be a bottom so i need to test my theory..
Warnings: Strap-on, language, and oral.
This one is a little over a paragraph!
She always teased you, tempted you. And when her brother Kai had picked up on your want for her—he’d encouraged it. Calling it a divine difference. Whatever that meant? Now you spend your nights in whatever positions she deems fit to put you in, whether it be harsh and rough, or soft and playful.
She has you on your back tonight, your legs wrapped tightly around her waist, her colored nails digging crescent shaped marks all across your ankles. She’s frustrated with the meetings and with Kai, which you’re gladly available to be her toy. She has you on your knees not long after. It’s about her tonight, not you. You’re to serve and only service her.
Her eyes take on this deep glow, her normally kept hair in disarray, slicked across her glistening forehead. You watch her naked chest heave with each lick you take from her dripping cunt. She’s yours. You’re hers.
I’m catching up on AMERICAN HORROR STORY and I’m currently on CULT and truly this is my big take-away so far.
Fresh Meat (Part 1)- Kai Anderson
i’d like to dedicate this to my best friend ash who stayed up until 2 in the morning with me to finish roanoke and watch the first episode of cult
pairing: kai anderson x sweet! innocent! reader
warnings: none really i just thought this scene was funny and i wanted to write a series that continued after it
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I walked out of the supermarket, readjusting the bags on my shoulders so they didn’t dig into my arms.
As I walked towards my car, I heard singing from across the parking lot.
“La cucaracha, la cucuracha,” the male voice crooned in the distance. I thought nothing of it until I heard the sound of a splatter, and then what sounded like dozens of feet shuffling and punches being thrown.
I quickly dropped my groceries next to my car and made my way to where the noises were coming from. I was appalled when I saw a vicious gang beating someone up, and I knew I had to stop it.
“Hey, assholes! Get the hell out of here!” I yelled at them, causing them to look over at me. Well, at least I got them to stop.
They all started advancing towards me, but I stood my ground. As they came closer, I began trembling slightly, but I stayed strong.
“Don’t do anything you might regret. T-there’s cameras in this p-parking lot that capture everything. Do you really want your crimes caught on tape?” I cursed myself as I stuttered.
Surprisingly, they backed off, hopping back in their truck. I sighed in relief, quickly remembering the guy they were beating up, who was still left limp on the pavement.
I ran over to him, falling to my knees to help him. My pantyhose ripped, skinning my knees, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care.
“O-oh my god, sir, are you okay? I saw them hurting you and I had to stop them.” I said as I rolled him onto his back, brushing his blue hair out of the way and checking his pulse.
“Those guys were pricks.” He groaned, holding a hand to what I’m sure were his aching ribs.
“Yeah, yeah they were.” I smiled. “D-do you need an ambulance or something? I’m sure you broke something.”
The man nodded slightly, keeping his movement to a minimum. I pulled out my phone, calling the hospital and telling them our location.
“Do you need anything before they get here, sir?” I asked politely, wiping the blood from his nose with a tissue.
“You don’t have to keep calling me sir, you know. My name’s Kai. Kai Anderson.” He mumbled.
“Sorry, it’s just a habit. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” I held out my hand for Kai to shake out of instinct, and I made a move to retract it. “I’m sorry, that was so stupid, I just-” I stopped talking when he made a move to grab my hand and hold onto it rather than shaking it.
He stayed still, our hands resting above his heart, beating slowly. He smiled, but as it reached his lips, he moaned in pain.
“It’s okay, just relax until the ambulance gets here.” An odd, overwhelming sense of familiarity came over me and my other hand stroked his hair softly. What am I doing? He’s a total stranger, not my boyfriend!
Sooner than later, I heard the blaring sirens, standing up to alert the driver of my presence.
“Can you please tell us what happened, m’am?” The EMT asked me.
“I was taking my bags out to my car, when I heard what sounded like a lot of people, so I went to see what happened. I came across this drug gang beating up this man, but thankfully they backed off when I got here.” I explained. “I stayed with him until you arrived.”
“Can we get the assault victim’s name, m’am?” He asked, nodding.
“Kai Anderson.” I replied, watching them lift him up onto a gurney. They rolled him towards the vehicle, but I swear he locked eyes with me before he passed out.
I stayed to discuss a few things with the EMT, but he soon left, and I was alone in the parking lot once again. I had only just met Kai, but he intrigued me deeply.
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eeeeewwwwwwww i hate writing endings i never know how to end stuff
there’s gonna be at least 3-4 parts of this so stay tuned
let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for this series ;)
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— Kai Anderson ( 6 / ∞ )
Billie Lourd as Winter Anderson in AHS: Cult (2017)
Ally Mayfair-Richards. Saying “halfway home”. That is all.