Boutta Write A STORY About Peter Maximoff Y'all, But Anyways Heres Your Chance To Vent And Your Reminder

Boutta write a STORY about Peter Maximoff y'all, but anyways heres your chance to vent and your reminder to eat drink take a break and breath! Lemme know how yall are in the comments if you want, this is a mental break moment lovelies.

request - you’re an interviewer and get assigned to interview kai during election season. you don’t align with his political beliefs and accidentally say something that goes against what he was saying. knowing that you’re scared of upsetting him, as well as having a bad interview, kai suggests that you suck him off as a way to ask for an interview retake.

ouuuuu i love the creativity! of course ill do it. id succ his dicc without pissing him off tbh.

"Get on your knees." (Kai Anderson x GN! Reader however I imagined them as a girl)

Warnings: Kai Anderson, public sex, sex tape, oral (k), degrading, unprofessionalism, talks of racism, I used MY BELIEFS in what was said by interviewer.

I sat down in my seat, carefully organizing my cards with questions written on them and little information on the topic. I analyzed each question and prepared myself for every question there would be, alongside all the possible answers. I never truly agreed with what Mr. Anderson had to say, and I'm sure I never would. I watched as he walked in, his hair put neatly into a bun, I could tell he had clearly obviously been pissed off, that had settled me into my "Don't fuck with him" mode. "Hello Mr. Anderson." I watched as he gave me a simple smile, "Hello there." He took a seat across from where I would sit. "I'm just going to set the camera up give me a moment please." He nodded simply as I walked over to the little tripod and set up the camera, it fell off the small table it rested on making me bend over to pick it up. I felt him stare at me ever so intensely as I picked up the little camera. "I apologize Mr. Anderson." He just chuckled softly but didn't utter a word. I clicked the start waiting for the three beeps before I began talking. "Hello, I am (name) and I'm here with a candidate for senator. Mr. Anderson, it is truly an honor to get an interview with you. I was so surprised when you agreed." He smiled straightening out his back before replying, "Well, I seen you and did a bit of research, along the time of my research you struck me as someone who valued the true American Dream." The way he worded it seemed so condescending however I smiled and looked down at my shoes before slightly shifting in my seat. "I'm flattered Mr. Anderson. If you don't mind, I'd love to begin our questioning." He simply nodded at me. "So, as you know, Trump has gotten 452 miles of the wall done. How do you feel to know that he is actually building the wall?" His smile got a bit wider as he leaned forward slightly. "I think he's doing an amazing thing. Americans are losing their jobs that they worked to receive, to foreigners who don't even belong here." The way he worded it sending me into a bit of discomfort. "Can you please elaborate on what you mean?" He smirked, "The wall is needed to keep those terrorists out of our country." he leaned back in his chair still smirking, "It'll make America great again." I had it. If no one would speak up, I would. I couldn't take this; no amount of money would ever leave me to act as if this man was right. "I highly disagree. America was never truly great; it was built off of racism and-" He sighed, cutting me off, "You're delusional, slavery was so long ago it should just be forgotten, do you not agree?" I glared at him; how can a man of such great power be so ignorant to society. "I absolutely do not agree. It shouldn't be forgotten; and that is not the only racism. America started when we decided to kill off Native Americans from THEIR land. You tell people to go back to where they came from, but your ancestors weren't born here. Were they Mr. Anderson?" I watched as his face grew hot with anger. "Excuse you? I had instantly snapped back into my professionalism, "I apologize Mr. Anderson, I-" he stood up walking to me. "Get on your knees." I was confused, "I beg your pardon?" He sighed a mumbled something about dumb sluts before forcing me onto my knees. "What are you-" He slapped me an put his finger on my lips. He used the other hand to snatch his pants down and open my mouth, shoving his dick in my mouth. "mmmm, using your mouth for good. Look at the camera while you choke on my dick" I felt myself gag as he rammed his dick down my throat, spit pooling around his cock and down my chin as I looked at the camera. "Fuck, I'm going to cum in this pretty little mouth and you're going to swallow it. It's a privilege to pleasure me. Isn't that, right?" I nodded before I felt his grip tighten on my hair. The overwhelming feeling of his seed shooting down my throat as I struggle to swallow it all. "Oh shit, you're a good fuck honey." I look up at him. "I think that concludes our interview right (name)" I nodded quickly before crawling to the camera to cut it off. "Send me that."

Should I do part two?!

taglist: @yes-divine-ruler, @ppawmpkin

It just seemed like something he’d say to me idk XD

request - you’re an interviewer and get assigned to interview kai during election season. you don’t align with his political beliefs and accidentally say something that goes against what he was saying. knowing that you’re scared of upsetting him, as well as having a bad interview, kai suggests that you suck him off as a way to ask for an interview retake.

ouuuuu i love the creativity! of course ill do it. id succ his dicc without pissing him off tbh.

"Get on your knees." (Kai Anderson x GN! Reader however I imagined them as a girl)

Warnings: Kai Anderson, public sex, sex tape, oral (k), degrading, unprofessionalism, talks of racism, I used MY BELIEFS in what was said by interviewer.

I sat down in my seat, carefully organizing my cards with questions written on them and little information on the topic. I analyzed each question and prepared myself for every question there would be, alongside all the possible answers. I never truly agreed with what Mr. Anderson had to say, and I'm sure I never would. I watched as he walked in, his hair put neatly into a bun, I could tell he had clearly obviously been pissed off, that had settled me into my "Don't fuck with him" mode. "Hello Mr. Anderson." I watched as he gave me a simple smile, "Hello there." He took a seat across from where I would sit. "I'm just going to set the camera up give me a moment please." He nodded simply as I walked over to the little tripod and set up the camera, it fell off the small table it rested on making me bend over to pick it up. I felt him stare at me ever so intensely as I picked up the little camera. "I apologize Mr. Anderson." He just chuckled softly but didn't utter a word. I clicked the start waiting for the three beeps before I began talking. "Hello, I am (name) and I'm here with a candidate for senator. Mr. Anderson, it is truly an honor to get an interview with you. I was so surprised when you agreed." He smiled straightening out his back before replying, "Well, I seen you and did a bit of research, along the time of my research you struck me as someone who valued the true American Dream." The way he worded it seemed so condescending however I smiled and looked down at my shoes before slightly shifting in my seat. "I'm flattered Mr. Anderson. If you don't mind, I'd love to begin our questioning." He simply nodded at me. "So, as you know, Trump has gotten 452 miles of the wall done. How do you feel to know that he is actually building the wall?" His smile got a bit wider as he leaned forward slightly. "I think he's doing an amazing thing. Americans are losing their jobs that they worked to receive, to foreigners who don't even belong here." The way he worded it sending me into a bit of discomfort. "Can you please elaborate on what you mean?" He smirked, "The wall is needed to keep those terrorists out of our country." he leaned back in his chair still smirking, "It'll make America great again." I had it. If no one would speak up, I would. I couldn't take this; no amount of money would ever leave me to act as if this man was right. "I highly disagree. America was never truly great; it was built off of racism and-" He sighed, cutting me off, "You're delusional, slavery was so long ago it should just be forgotten, do you not agree?" I glared at him; how can a man of such great power be so ignorant to society. "I absolutely do not agree. It shouldn't be forgotten; and that is not the only racism. America started when we decided to kill off Native Americans from THEIR land. You tell people to go back to where they came from, but your ancestors weren't born here. Were they Mr. Anderson?" I watched as his face grew hot with anger. "Excuse you? I had instantly snapped back into my professionalism, "I apologize Mr. Anderson, I-" he stood up walking to me. "Get on your knees." I was confused, "I beg your pardon?" He sighed a mumbled something about dumb sluts before forcing me onto my knees. "What are you-" He slapped me an put his finger on my lips. He used the other hand to snatch his pants down and open my mouth, shoving his dick in my mouth. "mmmm, using your mouth for good. Look at the camera while you choke on my dick" I felt myself gag as he rammed his dick down my throat, spit pooling around his cock and down my chin as I looked at the camera. "Fuck, I'm going to cum in this pretty little mouth and you're going to swallow it. It's a privilege to pleasure me. Isn't that, right?" I nodded before I felt his grip tighten on my hair. The overwhelming feeling of his seed shooting down my throat as I struggle to swallow it all. "Oh shit, you're a good fuck honey." I look up at him. "I think that concludes our interview right (name)" I nodded quickly before crawling to the camera to cut it off. "Send me that."

Should I do part two?!

taglist: @yes-divine-ruler, @ppawmpkin

YALL MY SHURI STORY DELETED I HAVE TO REWRITE ITTTT

Hey :)) do you take Michael langdon angst requests?

sure, send it in and I'll try my very best baby

His Mask (Kai AndersonxFem. Reader)

Warnings (Foriegn objects up the vagina, Kai Anderson, Punsishing?, Stupidity)

"Where were you" As soon as I step into this damned house I was immediately interrogated like I did something wrong. "The store?" I just looked at the blue haired man as I set down the bags obviously filled with food, drinks, and some extra stuff I found. "Who told you you could go?" His intense glare boring into my soul, what did he mean? Why would I need permission to get necessities. "I didn't know I needed permission." He stayed blank faced, "Why is that" I watched as he stood up slowly, his feet kind of dragging across the floor that looked to be freshly mopped. "You yourself said, 'dead people can't vote.' I believe food is something to keep us alive." As soon as I said that I felt his grip my neck squeezing it tauntingly. "Go to the room." I had officialy fucked up, he was either going to fuck me 'till I snapped in half, or he was going to mark me. I hated when he marked me, I still have the scar from when he carved his idiotic three letter name into my thigh. I didn't entirely hate it, however I would've really prefered if I had a choice. I made it to our room as I sat on the bed, I watched as his frame pressed against the door after he had walked in and shut it. "Now again, tell me what I said?" I looked at him not able to tell what he had behind his back. I watched as he came closer, but before I could register what happened he slapped me making me fall back on the bed. "Answer." I quickly nodded and sat up looking into his eyes, "Dead people can't vote", he merely smirked. "With that being said, I'll let you pick what I use. Both correlate to death bunny" I looked at him slightly scared. I watched as he pulled out a pocket knife and his mask. What would he do with the mask? "C'mon, pick or I use both." I flinched slightly but pointed at his mask, watching as he smirked and put it on his somewhat attractive face before laying back on the bed, the back of the clown mask hitting the pillow causing it to rise up just a bit. "What are you doing?" I watched as he patted his stomach signaling me to sit on his chest. I quietly crawled over to him sitting on his chest as I felt him unbutton my pants, so I removed my pants and panties to help him and possibly lessen my 'punishment'. "Ride my mask." I was in sheer shock. "What?" I felt his hand slap against my bare ass. I jolted forward as a result making his shirt push against my clit making a moan build up in the back of my throat waiting to be released. I slipped forward and backwards on his chest to get myself wet, moaning softly. "That's enough." I nod and climb forward before gently lowering myself onto the red makeshift dildo. "atta girl." I moaned barely as I felt the cold plastic stretch out my warm walls. "s'to much" He chuckled softly before grabbing my ass and movinv me up and down on his mask/face. "You're so good to me, however you love to do what you want." I felt as I moved faster, and his hands moved me even faster. I was so close already. "P-please" I whimpered out. "Please what bunny?" " 'm gonna cum Kai please" I felt as he stopped me which dragged out a whiney whimper from me. "No, please, Im sorryy" He raised me off of his mask and started taking it off. "Ride my face." I quickly sat my wet, arousal, coated cunt onto his face. Smearing my juices all over his stubble, lips, and even some on his nose while I grip his hair moaning and riding his face at a quicker pace. His mouth slurping and sucking on my sensitive vagina. "can I c-" "yes." I whine cumming in his face still slowly grinding on his face. "off." I slowly moved off his face laying down, absolutely exhausted. I barely notice him leave. I guess he has other people to worry about too.

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