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I Don’t Share - Kai Anderson
Plot: Reader is the only person who Kai Anderson ever really listened to.
Word count: 1899
Warnings: SMUT, Manipulative reader, Smoking, Blood, Aggressive Sex, Mocking, It’s AHS Cult so it’s gonna be dark, Misogyny
I walked down the steps, into the basement. The place he dwelled. The dark web was a strange place, full of internet trolls, but something about Kai Anderson was different. Something in his words garnered attention, and now, it was time to find out.
“Hello?” I called out confidently. At this point in my life, nothing scared me, not even death, but my survival was important. After all, what could I achieve from beyond the grave? To be without fear is to be dangerous.
“Who are you?” a voice called out from the sofa. The man sat there was not the man I expected to see, and I was pleasantly surprised.
“Kai Anderson?” I queried, and he nodded. I had expected someone much less attractive, but Kai’s dark eyes, handsome face and fit body were all things that played into my hands. His eyes bore into me as I walked into the room and sat opposite him. he wore sweatpants, and his shoulder length hair was dyed blue.
“Answer my question, bitch,” he snapped at me, but I just looked at him disapprovingly, taking a cigarette from my pocket and lighting it. He glared at my lack of response, but I made sure to take my time before I replied.
“When a dog bites it’s master, they take it into the yard and put a bullet in its head,” I calmly spoke, resisting a smile at the taken aback expression on his face. The surprise soon turned into rage, and he stood up and grabbed me by the collar of my t-shirt, making me jump.
“I don’t even know you! No bitch will be the master of me!” Kai yelled, and I met his eyes with a level gaze. I gave him a look, a look of indifference, and he released me from his grasp. He stood above me.
“Sit down Kai, I’m not speaking to you until you sit.”
“Fuck off.”
I met his eye with a steely glare, and reluctantly, he took a seat the other side of the coffee table.
“Now, I’m (y/n) (l/n), and I came to see you because I need you,” I began to explain. Kai raised an eyebrow. “There’s something about you Kai, that shocks people, that commands attention, but you’re wasting it away sat sweating in this shitty basement.”
He leant foreword in his seat, starting to listen more attentively. It was almost too easy.
“Now I have a proposal, because I need you to realise your potential,” I continued, and he was captivated.
•
The cult had been running for just over a month. Of course, no one had identified it as what it was yet, but it was coming together as intended. When I first met Kai, I wanted to rile him up and let him lose to wreak havoc on the world, to scare people into action, but after speaking to him, I realised an intelligence more than I had initially thought. It was a waste not to push him forward into something on a national level. Of course, he had been harder to break than I first thought, but eventually I had had him wrapped around my finger using the only weapon women had against men, the weapon that sat between my legs.
Within the ring I took the position of Kai’s right hand and lover, his assistant, and it was widely assumed that I was abused and too love struck by our “Divine Ruler” to realise. As much as they admired him, they feared him. In reality, I was in control. Everything Kai had become was because of me.
I knew I had control at the first “pinky ritual”. As soon as our fingers made contact he dived into the first questions, but by that point I’d already won. He was angry, emotional, irrational. I’d got under his skin. It didn’t take long for me to turn the questioning round onto him, and soon he was spilling his guts to me. Everything about his parents, his brother and sister, every fear, hate, love and regret in his life he gave to me. We had sex and with that he’d given me all of his power.
Despite the impression that the rest of the cult held, Kai was ready to lick the shit off of my shoe if I asked. Of course, that didn’t mean I had absolute control. His ideas were his own, I just gave him a push in the right direction. After the killing of Bob Thompson and his gimp, I had pulled Kai’s mask off and kissed him, hard, to show my appreciation. He pulled our bodies closer together and when he brushed his finger across my lip I could taste the blood on it. From that point on, there was no better sight for me than a bloodied Kai Anderson.
•
“I don’t share Kai,” I stated, coldly, as he walked down into the basement. I had been sat on the sofa, waiting for him to return.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie to me,” I spat. “You’ve been upstairs fucking Mrs. Lavender,” I pointed out, referring to Meadow.
“There’s a reason,” he defended himself simply. “She needed to think I loved her so she’ll be willing to die for me. It’s exactly what you asked.”
“I don’t think you understand,” I replied slowly, opening my legs to reveal no underwear on beneath my skirt, and I noticed Kai’s next words catch in his throat. “You belong to me. To this.” I gestured my womanhood. He knelt in front of me on the floor, tracing his hands along my thighs, temptation in his eyes.
“No, I don’t,” Kai spat. I snapped my thighs shut and he pulled his hands away sharply. “I am the Divine Ruler,” he announced, standing to lean over me, taking my throat in his hand and squeezing slightly. I looked him back in his dark eyes coolly, daring him to do what he was threatening to do. Kai didn’t have the strength in him to kill me.
“I made you what you are.” I felt his grip tighten. “You’re nothing without me,” I croaked, my voice hoarse as he cut off my breath. His grip tightened more, and for a moment I almost considered he might go through with it. I saw a tear run down his face and then he let go. He dropped his head, tears running down his face, and I opened my arms to him. He dropped down to the sofa, next to me, falling into my embrace. He buried his head into my shoulder and sobbed, while I stroked his hair, shushing him.
“I’m sorry,” he almost whimpered. I pushed him down of the sofa, back on his knees in front of me, opening my legs. He sighed in appreciation, his eyes darkening with lust. As he reached his hand towards my leg I smacked it away.
“No, you have to beg,” I instructed. He looked up to meet my eye. There’s nothing more dangerous than a humiliated man, he had once said, but here he was, willing to get down on his knees in front of me and beg for my attention.
“Please, forgive me, (y/n). Let me touch you,” he pleaded pathetically. I leant forward and took his jaw in my hand, guiding his lips up to meet my own. He desperately leaned into the kiss, sitting up on his knees to pull us closer. His hand ran along my thigh and brushed across my heat, and when I didn’t pull away he rubbed the rough pad of his thumb against my clit before pushing a finger inside of me. I let myself moan against his kiss. He added another finger and curled them inside of me, swallowing my noises up with his lips. I pulled away from the kiss, panting.
“I want you to show me how much you hate me Kai,” I told him, and he removed his fingers from me, confused. I continued, pulling my shirt over my head leaving me in my bra. “Oh, I know you do. The way I make you feel confused, the way I treat you. I let you know how much of a piece of shit you are and you let me tell you that. What kind of man are you? You hate the way I make your prick harder than anyone else could,” I tease, reaching to grab his erect cock through his trousers. I pull my knees back, showing my full pussy out in front of him and that’s all he takes to snap. He stands up and pushes me down on the couch, kneeling himself between my knees before pulling his shirt over his head. It’s hard not to admire his muscular body. It’s no wonder he could get people to believe he was their god, he looked exactly like one. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, freeing his cock from his boxers and stroking it while looking at me.
“You’re right,” he told me harshly, grabbing my jaw and resting his thumb in my mouth so I kept it open. “I do fucking hate you.” With that he leant forward towards me and spat directly into my mouth. His harsh words were making me drip with lust. Without any warning he plunged his cock into my warmth, grunting and dropping his hands to my grip onto my waist and the flesh of my stomach. He pounded into me relentlessly, letting out small moans of pleasure. I panted, and when he hit a spot inside of me I let out a breathy moan. I felt a sting across my face, realising that he’d slapped me. He moved a hand to my thigh, pressing it back toward my chest. He growled as he hit my cervix, his hands heavy and his grip tight. Kai grabbed my throat and leant over my body to give the most bruising kiss, and as he pushed my legs back, his cock hit even deeper in me. I even whimpered as he mercilessly pounded into me, harder and harder. His kiss travelled, down my neck, and I felt him take the skin between his teeth, leaving bite marks. I took his head in my hands, fingers tangled in his hair, and I connected our mouths once more, tongues and teeth colliding. He let out another desperate moan. Even when he hated me I still controlled him. The room was filled with the sound of wet kisses and skin slapping. I felt the pleasure build and reached down to rub myself, reaching a shuddering climax and clenching around Kai. He let out a groan and swore, pounding into me faster, his thrusts sloppy. He pulled my bra down and grabbed onto my tits, desperately panting and he brought himself closer to finish. I could do nothing but moan and tremble as his thrusting overstimulated me. His breathy moans brought me to finish a second time, a wave of pleasure hitting me and making me shake again. Kai groaned, pushing himself balls deep inside me and spilling hot cum. He collapsed down on top of me and I let him rest his head on my chest, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing the top of his head.
“I do think I could love you, Kai,” I murmured against his hair, and I had no reason to say it, but I truly meant it.
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will write for ; anakin skywalker ‘ alec volturi ‘ edward cullen ‘ tate langdon ‘ kit walker ‘ johnny cade ‘ jj maybank ‘ kai anderson ‘ dallas winston ‘ kyle spencer ‘ spencer reid ‘ aaron hotchner ‘ rafe cameron ‘ sirius black ‘ remus lupin ‘ james potter ‘ harry potter ‘ fred & george weasley ‘ theodore nott ‘ lip gallagher ‘ carl gallagher
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Hallway Confessional❤️
A Pre-Cult Teenaged Kai x Fem Reader
Kai Anderson is the mystery that sits in the back of your class, but he’s one you’d like to get to know.
Word count: 1.7k words
Warnings: none...unless that obvious sexual tension between Kai and the reader counts😫
AN: hiiiii lovelies, so I brought you middle school Kai...now here’s some high school Kai!! I apologize in advance if there’s any errors or typos in this 😭😭😭 it’s like 2:30am but I really wanted to get it done!!! Requests are open if you’d like me to write some more!!! I appreciate all of u and goodnight🥺❤️
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It was 9:45 in the morning, your first period class had just been dismissed. The class was English and although you disliked school, this class was probably your favourite by far. It wasn’t because you enjoyed writing long pointless essays or reading some stupid Shakespeare play, but it was simply because he was in your class.
Kai Anderson was an enigma to you. A puzzle and one you wanted to solve. He was always the last to arrive in class, but the first to leave. Needless to say, you couldn’t help but stare him down every time he arrived late, your eyes following his every move until he slumped into his desk. Sometimes you could even see his eyes roll as your teacher would scold him for his poor attendance.
Kai usually sat in the back of the class, almost as if he wanted to be unnoticed, but that was never the case for you. He could sit anywhere in the class and to you he would always stand out. His head would usually be down during lessons and if he did speak during class, it would only be to debate against the teacher if something political had been brought up in a discussion.
Asides from that, he would typically pass during readings and never really cared to share his answers during homework takeup. You could only hope that he paid attention towards you. It was almost embarrassing to admit that you only participated just to grasp his recognition. Whether it be sharing your opinion on a certain topic or just reading out loud, you desperately hoped he would raise his head from his desk and have his full attention on you.
You grabbed your pink duffel bag that was placed on the floor underneath your seat, swinging it over your shoulder as you made your way outside of the classroom. However, instead of following your regular routine of making it straight to your second period class, you had other plans.
“Hey,” you called out to the boy who walked in front of you. Instead of turning around like he should have, he kept walking. Was he ignoring you?
“Kai,” you said loud and stern to the point that the other students around you stopped to take a solid glance at you.
He stopped his tracks and turned around, letting out a sigh to signal you he really wasn’t interested.
“Can I help you,” he asked you, raising his brows.
You stood there, staring at him, almost forgetting that you were the one who started this awkward encounter.
Almost blanking out, you slowly answered, “hey.”
Hey? Seriously was that all you could come up with?
“Uh...hi,” he responded, still unsure as to what you needed to talk to him about.
The two of you respectively kept your distance from each other as the hallway was still cramped with other students making their way to class, but the sight of you two together did draw some attention from those passing by. It wasn’t that you were an extremely popular person, it was just that you were well liked among your peers and other people you came across. You always had someone to chat with in class and it was rare that you would be seen alone.
Whereas Kai was the complete opposite. While you would be chatting away with your friends at a cafeteria table, Kai would be found sitting alone with nothing more than a book in his hand and maybe something to eat. He seemed so simple and that’s what you liked about him. Besides from his good looks of course.
He didn’t strike you to be one of those guys who would wake up every morning and take twenty minutes to perfect their hair in hopes of scoring the chance to impress someone, but maybe you were wrong. It wasn’t like you knew him personally.
The only thing you did know and could confirm, was that he had a younger sister. Winter was her name and she was a freshman, while the two of you were seniors. She didn’t look much like Kai at all, her brown locks being the only resemblance that the two had in common. You met Winter when she joined your school's legacy club. You had got to know a little bit of her when the two of you held a campaign at the beginning of the year for more club recruits. During the time that the two of you would be planning to perfect the event is when she would tell you a little bit about herself. One of the things being that she had an older brother your age, that older brother being none other than Kai Anderson.
Unlike her brother, she was more forward with her opinions and made sure to speak up when she felt the need to. That being said, she was still shy, but it didn’t bring down her other redeeming qualities. You had hoped that during your campaign maybe her brother would attend at least one of your recruitments to show some loving support for his sister, but he never did. Maybe they didn’t get along or maybe he just didn’t care about it.
“Hello...?” his eager voice snapped you back into reality, only this time the two of you were the last two people to be seen in the hallway.
Shit, how long were you there just thinking about past events that were unrelated to what was happening now?
“Look,” he continued, “I don’t wanna be late to my class, so if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go.” You could tell by the frustration in his voice that he was annoyed with you for bothering him. Just as he was going to continue on his way, your voice was quick to stop him from leaving you.
“Wait....sorry I......I blanked out,” you blushed, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flustered your face was beginning to turn.
You just couldn’t help it, his features and overall appearance made him so damn attractive. The closer he got to you, the more you noticed things you couldn’t see before, like how he had a piercing on his left ear, the small dimples that formed when his mouth would move a certain way, or the tiny amount of facial hair he had just above his top lip.
“Are you okay,” he spoke, this time with a bit of concern that could be heard in his voice.
You could feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around as he shifted closer to you. It was as if he was examining you, making sure you weren’t going to pass out.
“I’m fine,” you stammered, shaking your head as you pushed yourself to purse what you’ve been desperately needing to tell him, “look, you really wanna know the real reason why I’m bothering you?”
“I mean, y/n, you’re the one who stopped me,” he joked, a small smile escaping from his lips as he lightened the conversation.
Your heart nearly melted at the way he said your name. The way it casually rolled off his tongue into the flow of his sentence, sounding just perfect. He knew your name after all, maybe he did pay attention to you.
“Kai, I like you,” you straight up admitted to him, not even thinking about what you said until seconds after. “And god I don’t know why I just said that.”
However, he didn’t run away or tell you to stop. Instead, you saw him laughing, his face practically glowing. He had to admit, it was pretty cute to see you all nervous around him, but it was even better that your nerves had caused you to confess your internal feelings for him.
“Well....,” you tried to say more, but you really couldn’t dig yourself out of this. You couldn’t even look him straight in the eyes, so instead your eyes scanned down to his chest, looking at what you could make out to be a Weezer shirt that was covered by his jean jacket.
“I know you like me, it’s obvious.”
“Is it really,” you shamefully looked back to him, this time viewing his smirk that was spread across his face.
“I see you practically staring at me for almost every class we’ve had so far,” he replied, softly chuckling while he shook his head. “You know, at least I don’t make it obvious when I look at you.”
You wanted to die from the embarrassment that came from Kai Anderson informing you that he knew about your staring habits. Yet, it was that last sentence he stated that brought your face out of your palms and back to him.
“I like you too, y/n,” he confessed as he rubbed his hands together, something he did out of habit when he was in unfamiliar situations.
If you could, you would’ve ran up to his angelic face and made out with him like there was no tomorrow. As much as you hated to fight off the urge to do just so, you had to be reasonable and considering the two of you just confessed your feelings to each other in the middle of your high school hallway on a Tuesday morning, you had long ways to go together.
“So uh...what now,” you asked him, trying your best to remain calm.
“I’m gonna go to my second period class, which I’m fifteen minutes late to. Thanks by the way,” he was clearly joking with his blatant sarcasm, yet it was endearing to hear him speak to you in a way that made you feel like you’ve known him forever. “But does eight tonight sound good?”
You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as hard as you did in that very moment.
“But wait won’t you be needing this,” you reached into the open pocket of your school bag, grabbing a small sticky note that had the digits of your phone number. You had written on that sticky note during class, thinking too far ahead of what might happen when you planned to talk to Kai today. Luckily for you, the odds were on your side and that little sticky would be needed. Or so you thought.
“Oh no,” Kai began, “I won’t be needing that,” he grinned.
Your eyes were immediately fixated back to the note that was still held in your hands as you crumpled it into a small ball. Before you could question his last words as to why he wouldn’t be needing your number, Kai was already on his way to making a left turn at the end of the hallway. Looking over his shoulder, he tossed you one last smile before disappearing. He really was a mystery.