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I NEEED EVAN FUNKOOOS😭😭😭
KIT WALKER, OH MY GOD 🫀😍
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JAMES PATRICK MARCH!!!❤️🔥🫶🏻
Hi everyone, how are yall? Its been a long time since i post my last creation... I wanted to apologize in the beginning because im having such an hard time in This period so thats why i was unable to write and to think about something, i have some difficulties with my metal state and i dont know what's going on with me, so Im sorry but im always alive that the important thing!
Okey so i just wanted to do something new, i want to make some new story, that will comprend some new carachters like evan peters, not the actor but who he played, i Will create a list if what i Will/want and won't write.
You can always make request!
kai smut where he rips readers clothes and they have sex and then there’s a meeting after so she has to wear his clothes? maybe winters clothes aren’t her size or smthing?
Hope youre still around!
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"Cover up"| Kai Anderson x Fem!Reader
He pushed me into his room glaring at me. "You just want me to fuck you huh?" I almost felt ashamed my cheeks flushed, my legs clenched, and my core throbbed. He gripped on the hem of my tight white crop top, splitting it in half revealing my bare boobs. I'll admit it, I precisely planned this whole thing but I didn't expect him to mutilate my outfit. I felt him slice my skirt right up the middle leaving me in my lace black thong. "Whore." I felt myself get weaker in the knees, I trembled under his watchful eyes. He took said knife and traveled it between the valley of my breast and then down, dipping it into my bellybutton giving me a certain uncomfort before he used the blade to raise and cut through the lace. "That was my favor-" he stuffed his hanf over my mouth undoing his jeann and sliding them down along with his boxers. "Just shut the fuck up." I felt him push between my lips and into my entrance. I couldn't help but whine out in agony as he stretched me a bit too much. "Kai please!" He sped up his thrust and placed a hand on my throat his sweat falling down to the tip of his nose and onto my collar bone. I had never given it much thought but he was gorgeous. "What the fuck are you staring at?" His thrust picked up and I let out a squeak as well as one word, "Pretty." He glared at me and I got a slight bit scared before he started to go harder, I heard a slight crack come from his bed and got scared. "Don't ever say that shit again." I whine and nodded before feeling his seed fill me up triggering my own orgasm to come coursing through my body. He pulled back and analyzed his bed. "It broke." I felt my eyes widen, "Screw it, we have a meeting. Get up." I sat up ignoring the pain coming from my lower half, "But Kai I don't have any clothes, and before you say borrow Win's clothes they're two sizes too small..." He let out a sigh and threw a fresh pair of boxers and then one of his teeshirt at me. "Get dressed and come on. I can't have a meeting without my little vixen." He walked out of the room leaving my to dress myself in his clothes. As I waddled into the badement I could feel the piercing stare from Meadow and some of the guys. "Is that Div-" "Silence. (Name), sit." He patted one of his legs which caused me to make my way to his lap. "Good girl. Now, about the night of 1,000 Tates..."
in the wise words of eminem "Guess whos back, back again." Yeah Im back. yayyy
Dangerously In Love 3
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Warnings: Yandere, Kai Anderson, Obsession, Stalking, Self-harm, Knives. guns, yada yada, Cults etc. Smut.
I stepped down into the basement that he guided me into, my heart sank in fear as I seen myself surrounded by actual clowns. I grabbed the bat that was in the corner of the little walkway down to the basement, I heard a door shut before the lights cut off and I heard hushed movements. I swung my body and the bat around hearing a smack, I assume my bat hit something, or rather someone, I hope. The lights cut back on, and my fear grew seeing as I was surrounded by the aforementioned clowns and now an elephant half donkey mask, I swung at the donkephant mask and sent it flying down to the steps. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME OH MY- HOLY HELL!" I felt hands grab me from behind, so I turned to swing but it was just Kai, my heart rested, I looked at him in fear, "You wouldn't hurt me, would you?" He stifled out a minor laugh, "Why would I hurt my wife?" I smiled and leaned onto him, "I never said they wouldn't." I shot him a glare. "Wife?" I heard a womans voice sound as she laid a hand on his shoulder in a sad matter, I cocked my bat back and swung it at her with enough strength to knock her into the stairs. "Don't touch him. Ever. Again. Got it?" She took her mask off and just looked at me, a woman who could be identified as his sister ran to her and picked the short haired blond up. "Are you okay Ivy?" I glared at the woman now placed with the name Ivy, "I'm fine Win." I noticed how Ally shuffled uncomfortably. "Yes, this is my wife. She's here to stay." I felt myself get suddenly happy at the title "His Wife". My heart shook in joy, I notice his look drop cold when he looked at me, "Go to my room, I'll be up when I'm up." I felt my heart sink just as fast as it floated before I nodded and ran up to his room. I tried to figure out if I had done something wrong, something to upset him, I just couldn't find anything. I felt the pain from my previously cut arm come back, "Fuck." I turned to go to the bathroom to wash it off but was stopped by Kai in the doorway, "Sit." "But my ar-" "SIT!" I felt my soul leave my body once he yelled at me, I was terrified and ran to his bed sitting on the edge, my hands shaking and tear glossing over my eyes. "Baby," He dropped down to his knees in front of me, tears sliding down my cheeks I just wanted to go home now, "I don't like yelling, especially not at you angel, so don't make me yell please. Understood?" I nodded softly before I felt his lips pressed against my inner thighs and his hands ridding me of both my grey panties and my jean shorts. His hands spreading my thighs apart while I laid back feeling comfortable, not safe, no. Just comfortable. His hot tongue traced between my folds and onto my clit, his tongue staying there while his eyes moved up to meet mine. "Kai-" I was cut off by his tongue gliding over the clit and then into my hole, he slurped at my arousal making a disgustingly sexy sound. Moans ripped through my throat in forms of pleas, his name, and just flat out screams. I could feel more orgasm closing in on me, my thighs wrapping around his head, my fingers gripping his hair, my back arching like a cat, I heated up and felt a jolt spasm through my body as my energy deteriorated. I felt like I was on cloud nine at the moment. He pried himself from off of me and laid beside me, pulling me in and holding me. "You can't leave." ''Why?" He chuckled softly and kissed my head, "Because, then I'd have to kill you."
Thank for being patient with me I appreciate it so so soo much!
Mega thanks to my 363 followers and the fans of Dangerously In Love.
Part 1 Part 2
Part 4
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.
"What a sassy filthy mouth you have there, my dear.. Indeed filthy."
You and James arguing and he sees no valid point in your excuses so instead, he turns away and grabs a drink to calm him down while you still continue to prove your point, shouting at him. You could not help but admire his figure and his elegant body movements as he pours himself a drink, as he lets out a heavy sigh after drinking the alchohol and as it runs through his system. The dim light of the suite highlighting his features, him also making sure you can feel the seductive atmosphere that he's about to fill this room later with the help of that heavy raspy sigh he made and with him literally making it look like to you that he doesn't wanna hear your blabbering and would just like to see you submissive like a little doe. Just like how he always pleases to see you. He even knows how to manipulate you with actions only. The number 1 best seducer.