Hi, love! May I request a headcannon of Sugar Daddy! Kai? I saw your James one, and I loved it! I mean, c’mon, councilmen do make a lot of moneyyyy😂💕 by anon
oh my god, you are adorable. i love you, anon 😂
-this new piece, Kai Anderson, gets into council?
-a lot sure happens when you take a couple month’s vacation
-…after quitting your shit job.
-but now you need money.
-you’re at coffee with a friend…who happens to be involved in the state’s political boards
-they’re well-known for their extravagant campaigns and positive results with every client they’ve taken on.
-you explain your situation to them, friend-to-friend, when you’re approached by Mr. Anderson.
-he’s overheard your predicament…and wants to help?
-you agree to meet personally to discuss how he may be able to help you.
-holy shit
-he says he wants to get his name out there, but he needs people to put in good words for him in different areas
-he’ll pay you kindly for your continued support
-why is he getting so close to you?
-sir, hands do not belong there.
-he’s promising five grand a month.
-but there’s a catch.
-part of this…promotion, is that you’ll need to spend time with him in public, as well.
-which involves, but is not limited to, hand holding, kissing, weekly dates
-well, he is good looking…
-he does make it a point to say, at least three times, that if at any time you go against him or halt his promotion, he’ll stop paying you.
-you agree immediately.
-every outing, he treats you like a queen.
-he’s sweet, protective, and spares no expense in your dates
-(and monthly payments)
-you put good words for him with everyone, with your friends, family, everyone.
-every interview, you explain his aggressive views in ways favorable to the majority’s eye
-and the public loves your relationship. you’re perfect to them.
-the higher up he moves, the more you get paid.
-he does uh…start expecting more of you, though.
-but really, it’s not that hard. he’s fucking gorgeous.
A/N: So I had a dream about some reporter visiting Kai in prison to write about him and now I can’t get it out of my head. Enjoy.
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*click of an audio recorder is heard*
“Good morning Mr.Anderson. I am working for the tribunal and I am hoping I can get a few answers for the questions I have.”
“Whatever you want sweet heart, just let me see those tits of yours.”
“Hmph. I see prison has been effecting your sex life if you’re pining for a woman that quickly.”
“Actually, not really. I sleep with the female guards and inmates. I work both ways. Damn, I bet you’ll look nice with my dick getting tit fucked and sucked by you.”
*annoyance in voice* “So this conversation will be a waste of my time then? Since you only want to take interest in my chest? I want to help you Mr. Anderson, get your story out there.”
“You work for the tribunal, my story isn’t going to get out with you. You write for the county. Not nationally.”
“I’m actually freelancing work from the Tribunal. I can really sell my, ahem, your story to anyone. So let’s talk Mr.Anderson.“l
*creak of the metal table from Kai leaning in*
“Call me Kai, and if you mean what you say then perhaps a deal can be arranged.”
*audio recording shuts off*
*audio recording shuts on. Met with the sound of grunting and skin hitting skin*
“So, Ka, what-ugh- what made you build your little cult?”
“My father, he was an asshole and he–fuck–he was the first to make me see how shitty the world is–oh fuck–.”
“First?So, shit right there, harder Fuck! So there were others?”
“Yeah, there was this sicko preacher who made me and–mmph–my sister met once. Saw him almost murder a guy. He,god fuck!, he was my first kill.”
“Watch the teeth, I said you can bite not draw blood.”
“Right, my bad, would want this deal to end.”
*Kai’s chuckle can be heard*
“Did they push you into politics? Aauuh. Pull my hair.”
“Kinky, I like it. Ugh, yeah I guess. They pushed me to want to change the world, and that drove me to politics, them and Trump.Showed me anyone can make it into politics. Fuck, I’m close, get ready.”
*the sounds of metal scraping the floor and the pounding of flesh on flesh gets faster*
“I’m on birth control, finish wherever.”
“Ohhhhh, Fuck! God, that’s a good cunt to cum into.”
*only heavy panting is heard on the audio for a minute before the sound of clothes being put on takes over*
*deep exhale* “Well I do think those are the questions I have time for. I’ll be visiting again Mr.Anderson.”
“Good to know I’ll be seeing you again. I’m starting to like you.”
“Really? Because the way you were hitting it made it seem like you prefer men Mr.Anderson.”
*Kai chuckles* “Give me a session or two. I’m a little rusty. You’ll be squirting all over this table in no time and call me Kai.”
My Type is Homicidal 