YALLL WAKE UP I WAS LAT3 BUT JIMINS MV IS OUT

YALLL WAKE UP I WAS LAT3 BUT JIMINS MV IS OUT

IM FUCKING SQUEALING LIKE A PIG SJFIWIJGSODJAODNDIFNSO

hey I’m a new reader of your I just wanted to say you write so well I loved your copper day story I wish there was. A part 3 your writing is so good ❤️

Oh I thought that story was forgotten like no one liked it but sure ill def write part three

UHM 5000 LIKES?! HONESTLY I DONT KNOW HOW TO SAY THANK YOU LIKE IM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW....

(I guess this mean next chapters to alot of my stories 👁👁)

BUT AGAIN THANK YOU ALL SO SO SOOOO MUCH I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH SLOPPY KISSES TO YOU ALL

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Love your writing! It hits the spot every time!

My friend I are both catholic and we finished watching cult and we’re both simping hard for Kai..

Would you write a smut about Kai taking you into a confession booth?? 🙏🏻 pleeeease❤️

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warnings: Church sex, Kai Anderson, blasphimy? Erases the whole cult plot.

Confess.| Kai andersonxfem!reader

My simple sundress flowed just beneath my knees, it would be wrong to say this but at least it wasn't a lie, I loved my priest. Kai Anderson. He was kind, gentle, and spoke with no hesitation. He always got what he wanted as well. Anyways, I got to the church and headed into the confession booth getting comfortable before speaking, "Father forgive fore I have sinned." I could feel myself getting more and more aroused at the idea of having to spill this information to him. "This is a place of confession not judgement, tell me... what is it that you did dear." I looked down to the ground, "I acted in adultry" I don't know if I was just horny but I swear his voice got deeper, and even more sultry, almost as if he was horny. "So, you're unpure, washed of your innocence?" I could only feel hotter, I'm not sure if it's for sin or anything but I got hot. "I don't do this, but come over here please?" I swiftly stood and made my way over to him, "Yes father?" He looked at me with dark eyes and pulled my dress up, "You're a sinner baby, do you feel bad?" I looked down and shook my head no. "He filled me up so well, I felt so good father, he made me feel so happy." I might have missed it but he looked jealous, really jealous. I felt him yank my panties down and slid his fingers across my slit, "You're so wet after just reminising on how he felt." He pulled his dick out and it was incredibly hard, not to mention long. Longer than the one I had the previous night. "Fath-" "That's a major turn-off, just call me daddy" I felt so unholy but grabbed his dick and nodded obediently, his cock throbbing in my grasp. He lifted me up onto his waist and lined himself up with my entrance, "This- This is so wro-" He thrusted up into me silencing the words that almost spilled from my mouth. I couldn't resist wrapping my fingers into his hair and sticking my mouth to his while he worked his hips into mine, my back arching as I whined and whimpered small phrases of "I'm going to hell" and "Don't stop." I could feel myself stretch beyond what I felt last night, I swear I feel him in my stomach while he fucks into me aggressively. "Daddy..." "Hm?" His hands gripped at the flesh of my ass and left behind small marks as he did making me mewl in pure bliss, "May- fucking A- may I cum?" He smiled at me making my walls tighted around him, earning a nice loud groan of appreciation from him, "Go ahead. And once you finish, I'm gonna pump you full of my cum angel." I felt my body shake and tremble at his thrust, his moans, his face, and my orgasm. My world was revolving around him and the idea of being pumped full of his kids. As my orgasm came crashing down on me I felt my legs loosen from around his waist to which he only held onto my ass and thighs tighter. With one final sloppy thrust and a loud animalistic grunt he released his seed into me making me moan at my own accord. His thrust slowed down and his once dominant moans turned into whimpers and he started placing kisses on my neck, hickeys and then pecks so gentle it was cute. He set me down and look down at me, "Go and repent child. I shall do the sa-" I ended his words by placing a well needed kiss to his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck, "I've been waiting for that father."

lord help me •_●

@fuckedbykai heres your special story love.

What are your pronouns/gender wtv you believe in xoxo

Im a female, However I dont care abt pronouns HOWEVER that doesnt go to say that I dont prefer She/They. Im Bisexual and I don't necessarily have a religion, I listen to the Earth. What about all of you guys?

Ghost Sex

potential triggers: nsfw, unprotected sex, slight angst, blood, mentions of violence, oral (fem!receiving)

You had been trapped in the Cortez for years. A living hell. The countess had found you, and brought you back to the hotel. Only to kill you, slitting your throat with one of her silver claws. At first you hadn’t realized you had died, and that made things confusing. You wandered the halls, trying to escape the hotel. Then he had found you. Curled up on one of the empty beds on the fourth floor, crying. He had thought you were the most innocent, delicate thing he had seen in years. James March was not a very loving or affectionate man, but he had tried his best to comfort you, coaxing you up into a sitting position as he explained to you exactly what was going on. You were dead, but so was he, and he was positive you two would get on quite well. What else would you have to do for all of eternity?

-Many years later-

Tonight was a very special occasion. He had invited you to dinner with him. It was the day before his annual devils night, so needless to say, he was in a spectacular mood. He had led you into his suite and pulled out a chair for you. His hand brushed your shoulder before he bounded over to his own chair. He lifted his glass of what you only assumed was absinthe. You lifted your own glass in a toast before taking a sip. You were never the first to begin a conversation with Mr. March. So you waited patiently for him to speak.

“You’re very quiet tonight, what is on your mind?” He asked, swirling the strong liquid in his glass, his dark eyes watching you intently. Almost like a predator watching its prey. It was exhilarating.

“Oh, I’m just excited for your special night tomorrow!” You decided to say, and although you were, there was much more on your mind than just that. Being trapped in a hotel for eternity proved to be lonesome. 

“I am quite excited as well, dear. But I can sense there is something else nagging you. Speak up, you may tell me.”

You swallowed hard. He always knew when something was up. He seemed to know you like the back of his hand. All those years spent by his side proved very useful for him to understand exactly what made you tick. Did you tell the truth? You should, because god knows what he’d do if he caught you in a lie. He did not tolerate liars.

“I’m beginning to grow rather lonely in the hotel..” you whispered. “There aren’t many people coming in as of late, and…I’m craving relations…” you admitted with a blush. His eyes seemed to bore into your soul as you avoided his burning gaze, looking down instead at the fancy tablecloth adorning the table that he once ate at with his countess. 

“Oh!” He exclaimed “why did you not make me aware of this sooner? I never want you to suffer here in my hotel! I must admit I have also grown a bit lonely these days without my dear countess…” he trailed off, sighing a bit before shaking his head. “I am not usually this straightforward. I’m a man of my time, but I have a suggestion that may prove to be enjoyable for us both.”

You tilted your head curiously, meeting his eyes finally, which had seemed to darken impossibly. What possibly did he have to suggest? 

He continued, “We are both craving intimacy. I consider you a close companion, so why should we not… indulge ourselves a bit?” He grinned, getting up from his seat and making his way to you.

“Oh Mr. March!” You looked up at him in shock. Was this a cruel joke? An act to make you look like a fool?

“What do you say, darling?” He whispered, having somehow gotten right up close to you, his ghostly breath fanning against your ear as he leaned over your body. You squeezed your legs together in a futile attempt to control yourself.

“I can practically smell your arousal, darling.” He purred against your ear, a hand making its way to your thigh “you are no good at hiding anything from me.”

Your breathing sped up as you looked at him. He clearly wanted this, and who were you to deny Mr. March of what he desired?

You slowly, gingerly pressed your lips against his, much to his dismay. He reciprocated with harsh movements. Teeth and tongue. You could tell he was a very rough man, and if you weren’t already dead, the idea would certainly frighten you. Even now it did just a bit.

“Come, darling. Take off these garments, they are beautiful, but useless to us as of now.” He whispered, taking your hand and leading you away from the table, to his bed. He all but ripped off your dress, a growl coming from low in his throat as he looked over your frame. He did not speak a word as he shrugged off his jacket and undid the buttons on his white dress shirt. He tossed them somewhere on the floor, to be retrieved at a later date.

He sat back on the bed with a wicked grin “are you not going to help your dearest friend?” He teased, hands deftly undoing the buckle of his jeans.

You got on your knees in front of him, gently pushing his hands away as you undid the belt and popped the button on his tight dress pants.

The next few minutes blurred past, full of wet, hot kisses, and discarded fabric, grinding, and breathless pants, until you two were fully naked on the bed, him hovering over you. 

“I must taste you darling, then the real fun can begin.” He made his way down your body, his large hands easily spreading your thighs. He bit down hard on your inner thigh, causing a cry to leave your lips. When you looked down, you saw he had drawn blood. The wound instantly closed up, but the crimson coloring stained your pale skin.

 “Patience darling. Pain and pleasure are very closely linked, the lines can be blurred between them. It feels good, does it not?” He lapped at the blood, cleaning up the mess he had made.

All you could manage was a nod, a broken moan leaving your lips as the man in between your thighs delved his tongue into your folds, wasting absolutely no time in devouring you. He was a starved man, and you were his meal. He was very skilled with his tongue, but when he added his fingers, it was a whole other level of pleasure. One you hadn’t ever felt before.

“Mr March-“ you whined, hands fisting in the bedsheets

“You may call me James while we are together so intimately.” He said against your core, slipping a finger into your tight heat. He was a gracious man, this was his reward to you for being so loyal to him all these years.

He spent his time pleasuring you. If you weren’t so impatient, he could stay between your thighs for hours on end and be perfectly content.

He had denied you your release, and after your non stop begging, he finally decided he’d teased you enough. 

He kissed his way back up your body, cock rubbing between your folds before he slammed into you. He did not give you the mercy of letting you adjust, instead thrusting harshly right from the start.

He licked away the salty tears that fell from your eyes, shaking his head “the lines darling, remember? They are blurred. It feels good, pain is pleasure.” He whispered, pressing tender kisses to the skin of your neck, a drastic difference from his animalistic thrusts. He truly was an animal, there was nothing gentle about the way he fucked you.

You let your body go lax, trying your best to feel the pleasure instead of the pain, and after a while, once you had fully stretched around him, adjusted to the harshness that was James March, that wave of pleasure began to build deep in your core, like a tsunami. 

“I am close to my release, darling.” He let out a moan, his hips beginning to lose their harsh rhythm. Much to his surprise, and yours as well, you shoved him back against the bed, crawling on top of him, letting him slip back into you. 

“Oh darling- ride me. Ride me as if I was your slave. Use me for your pleasure.” His hands tightly gripped your thighs as you bounced on his cock, which was now hitting even deeper inside of you.

Your release built up quickly, and you could tell James was close as well, his cock twitching inside of you.

Without much thought, you wrapped your hands around his throat and squeezed.

 “do not cum until I sa-“

“AGHh-“ you were cut off by a loud moan from James, warmth filling you. He had cum. He came from you choking him. What a sick being he was. 

“You’re going to wish you hadn’t done that, James.” 

He panted as he looked up at you. He was in for the night of his life, and his only regret was that he hadn’t done this sooner.