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yandereunsolved · 5 months

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Hii Im not sure if youre taking requests rn but if you have the time I would love for a yandere Kit Walker hc set or a yandere post death Kyle Spencer fic where the reader tries to leave him at Misty’s :)

The Honey In My Honeycomb - ,, yandere Kit Walker pre and post Asylum

tw(s): yandere themes, mentions of baby trapping, mention of murder of child(ren), descriptive gore

♡ It all started out like a cheesy romance movie. Your car broke down, and Kit just happened to be driving by. He fixed your car and invited you back to his shop. He ended up changing your oil and tires for free. It evolved into the two of you dating shortly after. You never saw the warning signs—none of them. You never saw through Kit's honeyed words and his charming smile. You would have been better off if you just listened to that tiny voice in the back of your mind telling you to run while you still could.

♡ You were stuck at his shop all day. He had gone home to retrieve some tools and never came back. You got worried that something may have happened to him. You weren't prepared for the gory scene you found. A trail of blood led to your bedroom, where you found Kit passed out near the mutilated corpse of a woman. Your clothes were thrown all around him, and he was cuddling them in his sleep. You freaked out and shrieked, which woke him up. He desperately tried to explain it to you. He pleaded with you to just listen to him. You didn't. You ran and reported him to the police. A part of your mind did want to believe him. The more time that passed, the more you believed in his innocence. Only you were wrong. He did murder all those people that he was accused of killing—over fifteen. He did it all for you. That is the secret he will take to the grave with him.

♡ He was put in Briarcliff Asylum while awaiting his trial. You were allowed to visit him, although it terrified you. You had heard such bloodcurdling stories about that place from the few patients that had survived it. Your visits with him always had to be monitored. Sometimes, though, no one would. That confused you, but you never verbalized it. Kit just threatened to kill the nuns if they interrupted your time with him. All of the nuns thought he must have been possessed by some lust devil. He just could never seem to get enough of you. Day and night, the only thing that came out of his mouth was praise about you—how pretty you looked, how vulnerable you were, how he had to protect you from the vile world that threatened to taint your purity.

♡ It was irritating, really. Protecting your visage wasn't easy when so many people tried to interrupt him. He had to get rid of Grace. It was really her fault. She just shouldn't have been flirting with him. She shouldn't have tried to come onto him. She shouldn't have ignored his warnings. He said multiple times that he was a man who was happily dating such a beautiful thing as yourself. Grace just didn't seem to listen to that. She even had the gall to interrupt one of your meetings with each other. He was in the middle of showing you how much he missed you. That was the last straw.

He made it seem like it was Doctor Arden's fault with a botched sterilization. He can clean that up himself. He's a big boy, and Kit isn't helping. He can't make himself look guilty in any way, of course. He could never let you know how much of a monster he really was.

♡ He has kept a ring in his pocket since the day he met you. The ring belonged to his grandfather. It's practically a family heirloom. He so desperately wants to put it on your finger. He just wants everyone to know that you belong to him—his darlin', his one and only. The thing is extremely shiny, too. It'd look so good on your hand.

♡ That's not the only jewelry he has for you. He has a lot more tucked away in his trusty, rusty old red tool box. He stole all of it from the people he killed for you. He plans on giving it all to you as wedding gifts. He'll fix all of the pieces, of course. He'll wipe the blood away and make sure none of it stains your beautiful figure. He also stole their money from their bank accounts. He has more than enough to keep you both financially stable until you die. He would never let his little house spouse work with some other man. The thought of it just makes his hand itch to reach for an axe.

♡ He fantasizes about what your wedding would look like. You'd look like a god(dess) walking down the aisle toward him. You wouldn't need anyone but him and the priest. He would kill the priest after. You wouldn't know that. It's just that he can't let anybody see such a holy sight except for him. He wouldn't want to risk somebody making an off comment or lusting over your figure.

Your body is yours and yours alone. It's also his, if you'll allow him to have it.

He can't wait till the wedding night. He has it all planned out. After your dinner, you'll both bathe together. He'll set the mood. You both will have each other for the first time in marriage. It's something that makes his mouth water when he thinks about it.

♡ If you can get pregnant... He will immediately try for a baby with you. He just thinks your belly would look so adorable swollen up with a mixture of you and him. You'd be completely dependent on him. You wouldn't be able to leave, and he'd be the best father to your children. Not to mention, he can teach them how to be protective of you. It'll be absolutely perfect! You'll have no way to escape!

♡ If you are unable to get pregnant... Kit doesn't want you to worry. He'll just pick a random kid off the street if he needs to. He'll kidnap a baby from the hospital and say he adopted them. He could go the legal route for adoption as well, if that would better please you. Anything to keep you with him until you both die in each other's arms.

♡ He ideally wants anywhere from two to five kids. He's always wanted one girl and one boy. He'd ultimately want five because you'd never leave him all alone with five children. Sure, you could run off with two, three, and a slim chance of four, but five? No. You have absolutely no chance of escaping him, then. Unless you wanted to abandon them and him, that is. That's fine! He'll just threaten their lives. He'll kill one of them if it convinces you to stay. There are no lengths he wouldn't go to to prove his unending love for you.

♡ He already has your shared casket picked out. He picked it out within the first week of both of you dating. He's already written both of your wills with your future children in mind. He has the plot of land picked out and everything. He may not be a rich man, but he'd spend every penny he has to make sure your shared resting place is envious to the heavens.

♡ The day he is released is a day that will live in infamy within his mind. He finally knew that he had to tie you to him, both literally and figuratively. He understood how fickle humanity is. He needs to save you from the dangers and trauma he faced while in there. The same Kit that came into the asylum isn't the same one that came out. He's a lot more open about his obsessive and possessive tendencies. That crazed look in his hazel irises isn't clouded by his sweet and homey nature anymore. You could see it; you can see it now. You couldn't escape.

♡ He doesn't allow you to leave the house for the first few months. If you try to escape, then it'll be even longer before he allows you to roam free without many restraints. You are trapped within a prison of his own desire. He gaslights you into believing it's for the best. You know how dangerous the world is out there. He's been through the asylum. He knows. He just wants to protect you. Can't you see that? He's traumatized and wants to protect you from that trauma. So that means locking you away in your shared house and keeping you there. Don't worry about boredom. Kit will buy you anything that will make a smile appear on your features. He's addicted to it. You have no shortage of books and other trinkets to keep you entertained while he is out working. Just not anything that you could use to communicate with people. The last thing he needs is you getting that silly little idea in your head to call the police on him.

♡ After about a year in captivity, assuming you haven't made numerous escape attempts, he'll propose to you and allow you to take short excursions with him. The wedding is just as he thought. It's just you, him, and the priest in the middle of the woods, only a few miles from your shared house. You may not have any guests or family, and he may have foraged the wedding certificate by signing fake people as witnesses, but your marriage is still real. A piece of paper doesn't define your love for each other. Of course, he murders the priest after. He chopped him up into tiny pieces with his axe, soaked his body in a mixture of chemicals, and then left those pieces of him at the bottom of lakes, rivers, and streams at least twenty miles away from the house. If you ask him what he's doing, he'll simply say that he's doing some spring cleaning. He's just taking out a bunch of old trash, that's all.

♡ Even when you gain more privileges, Kit still always has an eye on you. He's always close to you. He'll give you the illusion of space and privacy if he needs to. If you distance yourself too much from him, then he'll sweet talk you into letting him into your space once again. You don't feel good? It's because you haven't let him make you feel good in a while. You feel depressed because you aren't around him as much. You're isolating yourself from him. That's the problem. The problem is you. He'll be right here when you inevitably crawl back to him. He'll shush you and pepper kisses all along your body. You'll realize that you need him even more than he needs you.

♡ Give it two to five years and a lot of begging, and he'll let you help him while he works. He doesn't let you do any hard labor or interact with the customers. No, honey, he keeps you safe and sound in the back of the shop. You can clean his tools, sort his things, and perhaps even handle the money if he trusts you enough. It may look mundane to most people, but you crave it. You've been starved of any autonomy for the past few years. Being able to control a small workplace is like being somewhere safe, somewhere without Kit. You can allow your mind to drift off and fool yourself into thinking that you are safe. You can just imagine that Kit is nowhere to be found. You can almost taste freedom on your tongue during those fleeting moments.

♡ If you ask for help from someone, he kills them and burns their bodies to ashes in the hearth in your home. He finds it extremely romantic. He'll cuddle into you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. He'll nip at your skin and mark you up. He's just a bit jealous. He's just a little more possessive. He can't believe that you thought someone else was better than him. He can't believe you wanted to leave him. He'll show you how good you have it. He'll just have to show you again how good he makes you feel—inside and out. The vile dead bodies of the people who have tried to help you take you away from him will keep you both warm at night. He'll take you right in front of the fireplace. He'll claim you again near the sizzling embers of those who dared get near you.

♡ Kit Walker is still as in love with you as the day he laid eyes on you. He has fallen even further into the depths of his own obsession with you. He's ready to take the next step and start a family with you. He can't wait to see your little ones running around the home. He can't wait to see them graduate with you. He can't wait to grow old with you; his devotion to you never faltering. He just needs you to be with him forever, even into the afterlife. He loves you. He'd kill the devil and every god in existence if he had to, just to keep you in his arms forever more.

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shescallinmedaddy · 2 years

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too much.

kit walker x f!reader .

warnings - smut, dirty talk, cursing, cunnilingus, fingering, lmk if im missing any.

wanna write something inspired off the first scene with him and alma??? i had to get something out for my baby daddy. but send in some requests cause writers block.

word count - 684 .

it was as if kit couldn’t get your clothes off fast enough once he returned home, barely even getting out a hello before his lips were on yours. his sense of urgency seeming to leave once his palms were finally on your bare skin. while at first they rub up and down your waist, they soon still opting to back you up into the dining room table. kits lips separate from yours before his palms trail to the back of your thighs before lifting you onto said dining room table, and gently pressing your back onto the cool wooden surface. spreading your legs, and slotting himself in between them he just looks down adoringly at you as his hands begin to explore your body as if there’s an inch he hasn’t explored yet.

“you’re fucking gorgeous, darlin’.” kit mutters, before his lips meet your again,

his lips are soon trailing to your jaw, before leaving marks for him to admire later on your neck. and while he’d love to tease you longer as he usually does, he finds his sense of urgency returning once again. so his lips trail lower and lower, skipping where you need him most and instead littering your thighs in kisses and marks. soon his breath is fanning over you clit, while he looks up at you with a lustful eyes, and bites his lip.

“stop teasing, kit” you complain and pout to him.

“oh darlin’, don't worry,” he starts, laying a kiss to your clit, “you’ll be begging me to stop.”

once the words leave his lips, he’s licking a bold stripe from your hole to your clit with a moan leaving his mouth before diving in like a man starved. lapping at the juices your cunt offered him as if it was some sort of refreshment. you find your fingers tangling into his hair at the pleasure his tongue gives you, and the tug you give makes kit release a groan which vibrates through you making the pleasure of his tongue all that much better. you tugging at kits hair also does nothing but egg him on.

his lips soon wrapping around your clit, and his fingers prodding at your entrance. he gently eases his two fingers into your cunt, until finally slipping them all the way into you. at the way your thighs try to tighten around his head and his wrist, he uses his free hand to give his wrist just enough space to thrust into your cunt.

his fingers plunging into your cunt and his tongue lapping at your clit making you a panting moaning mess, making kit nothing less than euphoric as he can feel the damp spot in his boxers worsening. you cant help but huck your hips to get more, more of his mouth, more of his fingers, more of him. you thighs once again threatening to close around his head, he adjust his wrists so he can still thrust his fingers into you and feel your plush thighs around his head.

“fuck, feels so good, k-kit” you stutter out, yanking at his hair.

kit can't help but speed up had ministrations at your confession, and with his free hand no longer keeping your thighs spread, he begins to palm himself through his work jumper. his fingers curling in to you to hit the perfect spot, his tongue lapping at your clit with some sort of need, nearly pushing you over the edge.

“gonna cum for me, darlin’?” kit questions seductively, immediately returning to his prior actions.

you feel your thighs tightening even more, and your back arching off the table at the question before you’re giving him exactly what he wants with a string of curses leaving your lips. but even once you do, his fingers don't slow and neither does his tongue, and you find yourself yanking at his scalp at the overstimulation.

“s’too much b-baby” you finally manage to get out, trying to push him away from you.

at first he just shakes his head from between your thighs before muttering, “baby, you’re gonna take whatever i give you.”

a/n : i kinda hate this but idk lmk what you think

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briaroftheroses · 7 months

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Earth Angel

soft!dom!kit walker x virgin!afab!reader

warnings: smut, p in v sex, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, handjob (kinda?), aftercare, my first time writing for a man 😭, so much fluff it’s actually disgusting, kit kinda doms the reader but its more like guiding them on what to do, no pronouns used but explicitly talks about the reader having female body parts and reader wears a dress, no y/n.

word count: 4.4K (4486 words)

a/n: this is my first time writing for a male character so i’m sorry if it sucks 😭💀 i’ve also not finished asylum yet so pls no plot spoilers. im only halfway through but i really love kit and just wanted to write for him. @domripley and @g-h-o-s-t-b-a-b-i have waited so patiently for this crappy fic.

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The hands of the clock on the wall slowly ticked towards 6pm as you hurriedly bustled around your kitchen. It seemed as though the more you focused on the impending time, the slower the hands ticked forward, seconds stretching into what felt like hours. A cruel trick of the mind, and one you were unable to help. Every time you heard the minute hand click forward, your eyes snapped to the offending clock, nearly groaning in frustration when it hadn’t magically fast-forwarded time to when you wanted it.

6pm was when Kit walked through your front door. Every Thursday, at 6pm on the dot, the mechanic would saunter into your home as if it were his, wrapping you in his arms and lavising you with sweet words and kisses. And every Thursday, without fail, the clock on the wall seemed to mock you as time slowly marched on.

‘Earth Angel’ played over your small, crappy radio on the window sill, you softly humming along and swaying to the melodic music when you finally felt the breeze of the outside air and heard the front door burst open and closed again, Kit’s heavy footsteps carrying him to you.

This was a ritual that the two of you had carried out for months. You met Kit on a date, ironically enough, with another man, one your father had chosen for you. The evening had inevitably ended with you turning the man away, as you promised your father you would, and Kit sliding himself next to you on a stool in the cozy diner, charming his way straight into your heart. You knew your father would never approve of your love affair with Kit. ‘Greasemonkey’ your father would mumble whenever you were with him while Kit filled his car with fuel, the pair of you sharing stolen glances and secret smiles all the while.

You were broken out of your thoughts when Kit’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, his head nestling comfortably in the crook of your neck.

“Smells good,” he mumbled, pressing a chaste kiss to your neck, swaying along with you to the music. The gravy you had prepared bubbled on the stove while your little egg timer dinged, signaling to you that the chicken you had been cooking was finally ready, and Kit reluctantly let you out of his arms. He watched as you carefully pulled the tray from the oven, turning off the gas before the baking tray clattered to the stovetop.

“You take such good care of me, suga’,” his accent was clear as the nickname rolled from his tongue, and you couldn’t help but giggle as he leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek, quickly taking the opportunity to pull you away from the food, showering your face in a million tiny, quick kisses as you continued to laugh against him.

“Come on, stop that. Unless you want your dinner to be cold by the time you eat,” you swatted him away, wriggling out of his embrace, a bright smile still painted across your lips as you glanced back to see a pout on his.

Kit whined as you pulled away to begin fussing over plating up dinner, trailing behind you like a puppy desperate for attention, the sound causing another laugh to escape you.

“Missed you today,” he mumbled as he watched you scoop out mashed potatoes and an assortment of vegetables onto the plates, vying to tear your attention away from a dinner seemingly more important than him.

“I missed you too,” you smiled as you reached your hand behind you, searching for his face and cupping his cheek when you found it, stroking your thumb across the expanse without looking up from your task.

Kit huffed as you fretted over the final presentations of your dish, pressing himself closer to you once again, his hands finding their way to your hips. “C’mon, doll. Just one little kiss?”

Your smile burned brighter as you turned around to face him, spinning in his arms and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, turning away again just as quick, just when Kit began to melt into your touch.

Your hands gripped at the edges of the dinner plates, showing off your creation as Kit backed away to allow you the space to face him without the roast dinners smashing across the floor.

“Dinner is served,” you grinned up at him proudly as you made your way to the dining table, setting the plates down.

Kit huffed once again as you settled yourself in your chair, prepared to tuck into the meal as soon as Kit sat down. He grabbed the back of his chair, tugging it to your side of the table before sitting himself mere inches from your side, grinning at you cheekily as he dragged his plate towards his new spot, “much better.”

You laughed, shaking your head at him as he apparently forgot about his hunger, and the food in front of him that could satiate it, as he sighed contentedly at the sound of your laugh, better music to him than anything that could play from the radio. He would have been happy to simply stare at you all night, admiring the features that adorned your face, but a rumble from his stomach, accompanied by a pang of painful hunger, broke him out of his love drunk stupor.

“Come on, lover boy,” you encouraged, pushing his fork to where his hand rest on the table. “Eat up.”

Kit practically guzzled down his dinner, eager to have you against him again, despite only being a few inches away. He soaked up the last drops of gravy with a piece of bread that had been pushed to the side, impatiently finishing off his plate as you pushed your own away from you.

“Thank you, baby,” he smiled at you as he finally wolfed down the last of his food, turning to face you. “Best damn chicken I’ve ever had,” whether Kit was exaggerating for your benefit or not, his words still brought a blush to your face as you moved to clear up the plates, but Kit’s hand shot out to your arm to stop you.

“Nuh uh, you go get yourself comfy on the couch. I’ll sort this out,” of course, what Kit meant by that was spraying the plates with the warmest water your boiler could provide within a few seconds of impatient waiting before practically sprinting to your living room to find you sat on the edge of your couch, just as eagerly waiting for Kit’s return as he was to get back to you. The dishes could wait until the morning.

You quickly crawled into Kit’s lap once he was situated on the couch, a groan leaving his lips as you crashed yours against them.

This was all you had ever done during your Thursday nights and stolen moments when no one was glancing. Kit was far from pure when you had met, of that you were well aware, and while he assured you that he was more than content to just have your lips on his, anxiety still had a tendency to creep in and gnaw at you at the thought of him needing more. It wasn’t that you were waiting to intertwine yourself with someone in marriage, like so many expected of you, but more simply that you had been waiting for the right person, your knight in shining armour, your prince charming to sweep you off your feet. And while you wholeheartedly believed that Kit was truly the one you had been saving yourself for, a feeling of insecurity still wrapped itself around your heart and squeezed whenever you dared to imagine Kit seeing you in such a position. But now, as you moulded yourselves against each other, you were delighted to find that the only feeling that filled you during that moment was elation and butterflies. And so, with your heart pounding against your ribcage so rapidly you were sure it was about to burst out of your chest, you allowed your hand to trail ever so slowly down Kit’s chest, creeping under his white t-shirt when you reached the hem and splaying your fingers over his smooth skin.

You felt Kit’s muscles contract at your touch, a near-whimper leaving his mouth as he pulled his lips away, his forehead bumping against yours and allowing it to rest there as his head lulled forward.

You allowed your hips to begin slowly grinding into his, finding yourself unable to speak the words that you finally wanted to say, your mouth running dry at the prospect of the night ahead.

“Suga’, you don’t have to do that,” Kit’s hands stilled your hips, his voice unmistakably higher, your movements obviously having some sort of effect on him.

“I want to,” you assured him, pushing past his grip to continue your motions, Kit’s head falling right back at the sensation of you grinding against his lap.

“We don’t have to,” Kit insisted again, determined to not allow the growing stiffness in his pants to cloud his judgement.

You shushed him gently, allowing your still hand to begin running along the skin under your fingertips, almost hesitantly, as your hips ground down harder.

“I want to,” you repeated, feeling Kit’s growing length beneath you as you continued to toy with the skin of his abdomen, the muscles there jumping under your touch. “I’m ready now. I want you to be my first, Kit. Please.”

Kit’s hesitancy quickly began to dissipate as you pleaded with him, surging forward to capture you in a bruising kiss as you wrapped around each other, the line where you stopped and Kit started blurring as the kiss consumed you both.

“We really don’t have to,” Kit assured you again, his actions in contrast to his statement as his lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, kissed and sucking at the skin there until dark purple blotches bloomed in his wake.

“Wanna,” was all you could manage out as Kit’s efforts made you weak, a high-pitched whine coming out as he sucked at the spot below your ear, smirking against your skin at your reaction.

“That feel good, doll?” You nodded rapidly as you urged him to continue, your hands weaving into his dark, wavy locks, holding him in place.

Kit continued for what felt like a blissful eternity, marking your body as his as your grinding motions slowly worked you both up, a wet patch forming as you leaked onto your underwear. Kit eventually tore himself away from your neck, leaving one last sweet kiss there.

“Come on, I want you to be more comfortable for this,” Kit encouraged you to cling to him before standing up, bringing you with him, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist while your fingers dug into his broad shoulders. Kit manouvered through your house, taking the path to your bedroom that he had so many times before for late-night cuddles and sweet nothings whispered between you both in the dark.

When you reached your room, you felt the soft mattress of your bed hit your back, Kit tumbling down after you, hovering above you, his forearms propping him up as his fingers reached to play with a lock of your hair.

“You tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” Kit reminded you, his words whispered as he looked at you splayed out beneath him. The faint glow of your lamp illuminated his face in a soft golden hue, and your eyes nearly teared up at his sincerity.

You hummed out an agreement, reaching up to once again pull his mouth to yours. The kiss was softer than the one you shared in your living room just moments before. It was a kiss full of love and promises of the future, one that seemed to shine a light on the entirety of your future with Kit by your side.

“It might hurt a bit, doll,” Kit warned you, his hand slowly trailing down from your hair, passed your waist and your thighs, to the hem of your dress, giving you every chance to intervene. You never did. “Gotta get you ready first.”

Kit continuously looked up at you as his hand snaked its way under your dress, wathcing for any signs of hesitancy or regret. When he found none, his fingers hooked around the waistband of your underwear, deftly pulling them down your legs until they slipped off and hung from his fingers. He stared at them for a moment, admiring the white lace that adorned the piece of fabric, before tossing them somewhere behind him to be moved to the clothes hamper sometime in the morning, much like the dishes now gathered in your sink.

Kit took his time with your skirt, moving it slowly up your legs and showing no shame in cherishing the sight of every inch of skin he hadn’t seen before, his eyes practically blowing wide to the size of dinner plates when the soft plush of your thighs were revealed to him. Eventually the skirt of your dress was pulled to your waist, the barest flesh of your stomach on display for him, but Kit was much more interested in what lay just beneath it.

You could feel your skin burning up and most likely flushing beetroot red as Kit took you in, the most private of areas that no one before him had seen in this context.

Kit’s fingers immediately went in search of your clit, grinning down at you when he felt the little bundle of nerves slip under his fingers and you let out a whine that was so beautiful to him that it only confirmed his theories that you were an angel sent down from the heavens, just for him.

The pleasure that shot through you at that moment nearly made you scream. You had noticed the tight bundle before, of course. Perhaps even experimented with proding at it, on occasion. But the sensation you brought yourself could never be compared to the one you were feeling as Kit’s thumb continuously stroked over it in slow circles.

“That feel good, suga’?” he asked, staring dreamily down at you, engraving every contort of pleasure on your face to his memory, while you were only able to nod at his words.

Your voice finally found it’s way back to you as one of Kit’s fingers slowly slid inside of you, stilling once it reached his second knuckle, allowing your body to adjust as you screamed out in pure pleasure. “Holy fuck, Kit,” you weren’t normally one to swear, but you figured that moment was a good a time as any. Kit’s smile only beamed brighter at your reaction, experimenting by withdrawing his finger from you, now glistening in your wetness, before slowly pumping it back in.

“Gotta build you up first,” Kit’s words were hoarse and whispered out, his voice gravelly, and the thought that merely touching you did that to him shot excitement through you, your face flushing red until it reached down to your chest, past the neckline of your dress.

Kit noticed your reaction, leaning down to press a feather-light kiss to your forehead, trailing more down the bridge of your nose to the tip, before finally landing a tender kiss onto your lips. “You look so pretty. Always so pretty for me.”

Kit’s words did nothing to calm the evergrowing blush spreading through your body, especially when his next thrust included a second finger. Your body jolted forward, your redenning face finding solace in burying iself into Kit’s chest as you were unable to hold back a soft moan, embarassment flooding you at the noise.

“Oh, baby. Don’t be embarrassed, please,” Kit cooed softly, coaxing your face out of the comforting material of his shirt, raising your chin to meet his eyes. “You sound so beautiful, doll. Don’t hide away from me. Please.” Kit’s affirming words were accompanied by his thumb landing on your clit while his fingers continued their ministrations, each thrust causing it to rub the nerves there, drawing more quiet moans and whines from your lips, and Kit savoured every one.

Kit’s free hand found its way to your back, fiddling with as much material of your dress that he could gather without forcing his hand under you. “Can I?” His eyes were pleading, the unspoken question hanging in the air, and you nodded slowly. You sat up to better allow him to pull the zipper of your dress down your back. He peeled the dress from your body slowly, allowing his eyes to wander over every plane and curve, before you were finally bared to him in nothing but a bra, which he quickly unclipped, throwing both articles of clothing to join your underwear on the floor.

You then lay fully bear beneath Kit, while he remained fully clothed, an injustice you sought to fix as your hands toyed with the hem of his shirt before quickly pulling it up in a sudden surge of confidence, Kit aiding you in wrestling it over his head before he moved on to his grease-stained work trousers. The course navy material was hurriedly stripped from his legs, leaving him in just his stark white briefs, his hardness now clearly visible beneath the thin material. Kit’s hands reached for his waistband, but your own stopped him.

He looked up at you with worry evident in his eyes, a frown pulling his eyebrows together. “We can stop if you don’t want to-”

You quickly cut his words off, shaking your head, your eyes remaining trained on his obvious bulge. “No. No, it’s just…” you trailed off your sentence, your bedding suddenly very interesting in the heat of your mortification as Kit waited for you to continue, “I want to do it.”

A soft smile once again graced Kit’s plump lips, his hands guiding your uneasy ones to were the waistband rest on his hips. “It’s okay, darlin’. Take your time.”

You slowly pulled the tight material downwards, Kit’s cock immediately sprining out and slapping against his stomach. You gave a surprised yelp at the sudden movement, eliciting a chuckle from Kit along with a relieved sigh at the relief from the confines of his trousers and briefs.

You hesitantly outstretched your hand, reaching for the bulbous pink tip of the appendage as you looked on in wonder. It wasn’t until you met Kit that you wondered what one might look like, let alone having seen one before.

The tip of Kit’s cock was slick with precum and it twitched in your hand as your thumb slipped over the heated skin, Kit’s reaction of a low groan earning a worried stare from you, immediately retracting your hand.

“Did- did I do something wrong?” Kit’s frown at your question encouraged you to reach for his cock again, this time wrapping your hand around the length of it. “Was that a good sound?”

“A very good sound, doll,” Kit assured you, rapidly becoming lost in his own pleasure as your hand explored him, his head falling forward to rest on your shoulder, letting out a sharp whine as you gave him an experimental squeeze. You couldn’t help but grin a little as you heard the pace of Kit’s breath pick up next to your ear, precum oozing from his tip in a steady stream, coating your hand.

“Wanna be inside you,” his words were breathless and strained as he voiced his desires, a fine sheen of sweat quickly collecting on his forehead as the pressure within him began to build. “You ready for that, baby? It’s okay if you’re not.”

You offered Kit a reassuring smile, attempting to ease his constant worry as you guided him to your entrance, his cock sliding through your slit and collecting your slick, earning a soft whimper from you at the stimulation. “I’m ready, Kit. I swear.” Kit nodded once, his fretting dissipating slightly as he finally eased himself into you.

Your hands immediately went in search of something to cling to, settling on scraping your nails down Kit’s shoulders, dragging angry red lines down with them, as he slowly pushed himself into you. You clung to Kit, inside and out, as his whole body stilled, his cock twitching in anticipation that Kit couldn’t reign in, barely an inch passed the tip inside of you and yet you burned in a pleasurable pain as you stretched to accommodate him.

Kit remained unmoving inside of you, waiting for your signal to continue, and when you gave it, he practically collapsed against you, his lips brushing yours. “I promise I’ll be genle,” he made sure to keep that promise as he slowly pulled out from you before slowly thrusting back in, each tiny movement sending you into a sea of ecstasy that seemed to stretch on forever. Little by little, he fed more of his cock into you until he bottomed out, the flesh of his balls swinging gently against you as he finally filled you to the brim, your mouth hanging open in a constant, silent scream as your body tore itself apart between pain and pleasure.

The prickling pain only ceased when you eventually encouraged Kit to begin moving his hips, blunt pain melding into blinding pleasure as he nudged a spot inside of you that ripped a scream from your lungs. Kit knew what spot he hit, even if you didn’t, but his wolfish grin gaveway to the fact that he knew precisely what he was doing.

Your nails continued to rake down Kit’s back, coloured a more bright red than the same milky complexion as the rest of his body. In fear of breaking skin, your hands began to roam again until they made contact with his soft curls, a light tug on Kit’s hair forcing a groan of his own out.

“Fuck, suga’. Do that again,” his tone was practically a pleading beg, his accent thick and sending sporadic shivers down your spine as Kit’s thrusts momentarily grew sloppier at the pull of his hair. Your fingers weaved themselves deeper into Kit’s locks at his encouragement, winding into the thick curls before pulling again, harder, and the moan he let out was practically pornographic, something that sounded as if it belonged in those ‘new-age’ films your parents condemned right to hell. You needed to hear more of it.

Your hips began bucking up to meet Kit’s as you reached to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Kit’s eyes slipped closed as he found himself becoming lost in you, propelling straight into pleasure undisovered even by him. Perhaps it was that you were now the one beneath him that heightened it.

Kit’s lips trailed to your jaw as he lay sprawled atop you, practically humping against you in shallow thrusts as you felt a band in your stomach begin to tighten.

“Kit…” your eyebrows knit together as the foreign feeling in your lower abdomen only grew, attempting to shove Kit away by his shoulders to ensure he heard your concerns. “Something feels weird.”

Kit practically had to tear himself away from you, glancing down to where your thighs shook and trailing to where his cock bulged inside of you, his hand reaching, almost instinctually, to press down on it, causing your whole vision to flash with stars.

“It’s okay, doll. Just give into it. I’m here, I’ve got ya. Just let go,” with Kit’s words, his spare hand worked at rubbing tight circles against your clit, every feeling flowing into one until all you could feel was Kit.

Your walls constricted around him as you felt the coil in you snap loose, intense, whiteout pleasure overtaking every nerve, every cell in your body. This triggered Kit’s own release as he spilled inside you, a mixture of your cum dripping out past his cock, mingling between your thighs.

Kit was practically panting as his head fell to your chest, his body forced up and down with every heavy breath you took. You hardly noticed when Kit pulled out, or when he started panicking over his cum spilling out of you. You were dead to the world, in a state of pure bliss.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry,” Kit’s words were interrupted by gasps for breath, still trying to regain a hold of himself as his had twitched towards you, as if he planned to scoop his cum out of you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” his eyes looked up to yours through thick lashes, a pleading look ready to placate whatever anger you felt towards him in that moment, but all he was met with was your glazed-over eyes and tired smile.

“‘S okay,” you looked down at him through hooded eyes, smiling dopely, barely aware of the implications of his words, feeling as though Kit had put your brain through a blender and left you mindless and happy.

Your body gave a startled jolt as Kit’s weight dipped the mattress beside you, not even having realised he had gotten up, now holding a damp cloth and the radio from your kitchen while sporting a lazy grin.

“It’s somethin’ to worry about tomorrow,” his lips pressed against your temple as his wandered back down to your dripping mess, swiping through it with the warm hand towel.

Your bedroom looked like a bomb hit it, with Kit’s clothes, yours, and then the towel that thoroughly needed a wash sprawled across the carpet.

The radio had looped back to ‘Earth Angel’, the very song that was playing on the old rusty jukebox in the town’s diner when you first laid eyes on Kit Walker. Kit’s arms wrapped around you as you dreamily sang along to the music, replacing some words with hums, but Kit would’ve given more money than his house was worth just to hear you sing that song that made him think of you everytime he heard even a second of it.

He pulled you into his chest, crading your body in his strong arms and large hands. You felt dizzy and warm and loved. Your lips trailed from Kit’s chest to his neck, planting light kisses before suddenly sucking harshly, soothing the red that you left there with your tongue as Kit looked down at you, shocked and puzzled.

“It’s only fair,” your words were mumbled from your near sleep-state as your fingers grazed the violently blooming bruises across your neck and chest that would take nearly your whole makeup collection to conceal from prying eyes. Kit seemed almost relaxed as your lips explored his neck.

You fell into the most deep and peaceful sleep you could ever recall that night, yours and Kit’s bare bodies clinging to each other as, even in your dreams, your minds both raced with thoughts of one another.

#kit walker x reader #kit walker x y/n #kit walker #ahs asylum #american horror story #evan peters #kit walker x you #american horror story asylum #kit walker smut #my writing 🤍

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rainthespiritual · 6 months

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Electric Love ~ Dot

An American Horror Story AU fic Based on season 2, asylum.

TRIGGER WARNINGS TAKE SERIOUSLY :

Angst, electroshock therapy, torture, it being asylum is itself a trigger warning, depression, forced medication, self harm, suicide, litteraly everything bad like that please be warned thank you 🙏

Plot : You're a patient in the asylum with kit

status : slightly edited

A/n : Idk how long this will be but I plan on making it atleast a couple parts... probably a series..

"Please stop! STOP it!" you cry, trying to pull your arms away from the two guards dragging you. You look around trying to make sense of where you are again but you immediately regret it as it all comes back. The darkness around consumes you and you truly ask yourself if you are in hell.

"No.. no no no NO NO PLEASE LET ME GO!" you scream again and again seeing the same walls you've seen.. again and again, the same place you were condemned to the place you are trapped, like a mouse in some sick maze. Darkness all around you in every corner, lingering in the air even. The same sickening song playing again and again in the common room, making you more nauseous with every note and every tune. The record player taunting you daily, you swear it's asking you to bash it in. To destroy it. You want nothing more than to lift up that stupid ugly thing, over your head and crack.. Oh the release youd feel is almost worth the punishment.

Most of the time you barely can understand what's around you anymore, it's all so familiar but also so foreign. Unknown to you it's a side-effect of the pills they force down your throat, and you sadly have no choice. You either take them or some sick man you don't know will hold your nose closed forcing you to open up to breathe but instead of air, you get the sick salty taste of fingers and medicine that never seems to go away, instead it lingers. Those damn pills taste terrible even just sitting them on your tounge to swallow makes you nauseous. Hell everything about this damn place made you nauseous the people, the smells, the air, the pills, the treatment and you could go on and on and on If you were sober enough.

The irony smell in the air, reminiscent of blood never seemed to go away and you can recognize it on the hands of some of the staff, 'why' you wonder 'why do their hands smell like blood and death'. The answers you've seemed to come up with terrify you to no end so you prefer to ignore it, to take the pills. Even though they don't seem to help much at all.

You open your eyes not even realizing they've been shut, you feel weirdly numb. But not so numb you feel nothing, just numb enough to be dazed and confused just how they like it. Compliant and scared. They say things to you that you now realise mean nothing, 'thisll fix you, you'll be happy.' , 'just let God into your heart and you'll be alright.' but it's proven again and again to be utter bullshit, everything is utter bullshit. You pray over and over begging for forgiveness, begging to feel anything but this, anything but the excruciating feeling of lonliness and utter dread you feel almost constantly and nothing gets better, you don't get fixed. Maybe it's you or maybe it's the life you've lived or the choices youve made. Or maybe just maybe it's nothing at all, just randomly selected torture that truly means nothing at all. Gathering all the strength you have left you try to kick out, but these two men are bigger, stronger, and alot less doped up than you are. The drugs you're forced to take keep you weak so you wont fight back, but that doesnt stop you from atleast trying.

Finally, you fall limp in their arms knowing what's going to come next, the worst kind of pain imaginable. One that does damage inside and out, melting your brain more and more every day. Sister Jude had caught you the previous day, or maybe week? It's so blurry you can't truly remember. But the gist is she caught you trying to cut yourself with a piece of sharp metal you had found on the floor somewhere, though now you can't completely remember the whereabouts. Stitched up and at least somewhat healed now, Sister Jude decided to resume your treatments. All you can do now is sob, and pray that it is over soon to a God that never listens.

"Please.." The guards finally strap you down, ignoring your pleas and sobs.

After a while of silence, Sister Jude finally walks into the room followed by Dr.Arden. "Please Sister, please! I'm begging you please don't do this to me, please. I'LL BE BETTER!" you sob even harder screaming as they forcefully open your mouth to shove a mouth guard inside, your screams now muffled unable to speak.

You look into Sister Jude's eyes with a pleading look, hoping that maybe just for once she will let you off easy with just a couple welts. Her eyes stare into yours and for a moment, just a moment, you feel that she actually feels bad. The looks in her eyes similar to yours makes you want to scream out but you stay silent knowing you won't be heard. Her mouth opens a bit, you assume to speak. But instead she jumps slightly, startled by the scratchy voice of Dr.Arden.

"Shall we get on with it?" he sounds impatient, his expression looking eager. You shut your eyes, hot tears still running down your face. Even just hearing Dr.Arden's voice sent chills down your spine. Something about him was evil. It was almost like he enjoyed the torture.

"Don't worry ___ we'll get you all fixed up," Sister Jude whispers wiping the tears from your sticky face ", you need to accept God into your life fully if you truly want to get better young lady." just like that her face is serious again and the little bit of hope you had is gone. It's good to not have hope in a place like this, but it's only human nature. Dr.Arden brings the tool to your temple, and finally, the torture begins. You scream out, feeling the electricity pulse throughout your body. Until at some point everything turns black, and your mind goes silent. Maybe this is the end.

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marchsfreakshow · 1 year

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'Quiet Boy' [Kit Walker x Fem!reader]

Kit is stressed and is more quiet than usual. You want to help him out, so you do the best thing you can think of. Fem!Reader No one's perspective CW!: Oral [male receiving] praise, praise and more praise. !!MDNI WITH THIS FIC!!

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"Darlin'?" Y/N appeared behind Kit and placed her arms around his shoulders, giving them a gentle rub. He jumped slightly and looked frizzled when he turned around. "Sweets, are you alright? You seem out of it."

Kit nodded and ruffled his hair, looking down at the ground with a concerned look on his face. He was lost somewhere. Deep in a memory. Y/N figured she couldn't get him out of it. But felt starting her plan would only make it worse, so she waited, and watched on in worry. Quiet tension filled the air, Kit's mumbles sounding scared and angry. It was too much for the both of them, so Y/N took a firm grip on Kit's hands and made him come back to the present. "Sweetie, this has happened twice now. What's happening in that darling brain of yours?"

"memories." He huffed, blinking a bit to get the blur out of his eyes and properly look at his wife. "Too many bad memories. Thought they woulda gone by now."

Y/N nodded, walking Kit to their room and sitting him down. "I want to make those memories go away." She noted, straddling Kit, and keeping a grip on his shoulders.

"Oh? How so suga'?" Kit asked. Y/N grinned confidently and started to grind down on Kit's lap, feeling him getting harder by the second. Kisses were exchanged. Hard kisses mixed with soft ones and both of their hands were roaming each other's bodies. Like teenagers exploring sex for the first time, they both giggled and held onto each other. "You're so good for me darling." He whined, gripping Y/N's torso and attempting to move her to get himself off. Kit was a whiner, it just turned Y/N on more, smirking at him.

"Be patient baby, let go." Kit did so, and quickly, Y/N dropped down to her knees, getting to work and undoing the zip on his jeans. Kit didn't waste any time pulling his boxers down a bit and letting his cock spring up. It was already leaking with pre-cum, so Y/N took that as a clue and licked it up, teasing the poor man.

She kitten licked around the edge of his cocks head, where it was most sensitive. Kit just shook from it and lightly gripped Y/N's shoulders. "Y/N..." He whined, looking down at the woman, it made her smile, and enveloped the head in her mouth, drooling over it, and starting to move her head up and down slowly. She wanted to tease Kit as much as she could so he focused on her and not the memories of the asylum.

Kit had enough of the teasing at some point, and just grabbed Y/N's hair, pushing her down and thrusting in her mouth and down her throat. Now he was in command, and Y/N took notice, looking up at Kit with the puppy-dog eyes he loved so much. He stopped and pulled out of her mouth once he saw tears in the corners of her eyes. "Are you okay baby?" Kit kneeled down to Y/N's level and wiped the loose tears.

"God you're cute, im fine darling, you know that." She just chuckled and gave Kit a kiss before pulling herself and Kit up on the bed. "C'mon, carry on, I know you're close." A smirk came onto Kit's face and he laid down, letting Y/N figure out the rest.

With new spit covering Kit's already hard and coated dick, Y/N went back to work, sucking and going faster when Kit's hips unconsciously thrust upwards, he was close. Looking up while sucking, gave Y/N the confidence to go faster, and reached up, linking her fingers with Kit's letting him squeeze it whenever it felt like too much. The feeling almost overwhelmed Kit as he was tipped over the edge and pushed her head down as he finished, head tipped back in pleasure. "f-fuck.." But y/n was able to swallow most of the cum Kit let out, and crawled her way back up to Kit, laying beside him and smiling, happy with herself. "You're such a good girl baby."

"Well, you're a good boy for taking it so well." Y/N giggled, kissing Kit's cheek. "Are you okay now?"

"I think so darlin'." Kit smiled, holding Y/N's face gently, and just staring at her.

#ahs #evan peters #american horror story #kit walker #kit walker smut #ahs asylum #Asylum #american horror story asylum #smut #terrible smut #i am love kit walker #praise

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babygorewhore · 1 year

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Texting the Evan’s. Roasting them.

The Evan’s ask you to roast them. What do you say? Warnings! None! And I will suck the life out of Kai in this photo. UGAHSISHSBS

Evan Peters.

“Give me your best roast.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I could use a laugh.”

“Sure, whatever you say, pookie.”

“POOKIE?”

“Damn. You can’t see either?”

“I HAVE PERFECT VISION.”

“Okayyyy. Somebody lied to her several times.”

Tate Langdon.

“What? are you gonna cry about it?”

“Okay. Shut the hell up. I don’t cry that much.”

“Really? When was the last time you cried?”

“….”

“Uh huh.”

Kit walker.

“Hey, sugar. I’m almost home.”

“How is it that you can type it but can pronounce that word?”

“YES. I CAN. YOU LIKE MY ACCENT.”

“Uh oh. Somebody’s a little angryyyy. Mr. Walka?”

“JUST FOR THAT IM NOT TALKING TO YOU FOR A WHOLE FIVE MINUTES WHEN I GET HOME.”

Kyle Spencer.

“💀”

“💀💀💀”

“🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🥶💀🥲🙏🏽🫠🙏🏽🥶👀”

“Kyle. Enough of the emojis. You can type.”

“But I like them.”

“I know, baby. But sometimes it’s like reading a manga when you text me.”

“👀”

Jimmy Darling.

“Darlin, what am I gonna have to do to make sure you drink enough water?”

“Make me.”

“Make you? That’s a dangerous game.”

“It’s not like you can catch me. You lost the race.”

“You promised you’d never talk about that again.”

“I’m really surprised you can type so fast. Your legs clearly didn’t get the message.”

“You know what-“

Kai Anderson.

“I’m not going to be home for a few hours.”

“Okay, Smurf.”

“Excuse me?”

“Okay. Daddy Smurf.”

“I-that’s not true.”

“Oh I’m sorry. Charles Manson, Smurf, gothic wanna be, adderall popping looking ass.”

“WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?”

James Patrick March.

“Hey, James? My little minx?”

“Darling?”

“Darling, my little Angel, my precious little star.”

“Are you mocking me? Is this one of your jokes you make for the internet?”

“Oh no, why would I ever do that?”

“My love, you know I find you humorous.”

“Who even talks like that? Get with the times man.”

“Oh, excuse me. I should have said. Ah, girl you’re so fiesty. You really popped, sis.”

“IS THAT YOUR ATTEMPT AT SOUNDING LIKE ME?”

Taglist. @spill-the-t @howtobesasha @evanptrss @evanpetersfansblog @icannot3 @randodummy @evanptrss

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captain-gillian · 4 months

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thanks for the wip wednesday tags @sznofthesticks @lemonlyman-dotcom @alrightbuckaroo @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @reyesstrand @fallout-mars @bonheur-cafe you're all in the queue <3 here's a little something i've been working on for a while

“Hi, Mrs. Walker. My name is TK. I’m going to start an IV for you if that’s okay with you,” TK asks the patient.

“You go right ahead, love. But please, call me Judy,” She insists.

As TK leans across to grab an IV kit from the bag, the chain around his neck slips forward, revealing his wedding ring, glinting in the morning light.

“That’s a lovely ring. How long have you been married, dear?” Judith asks him.

“Coming up six months next week, Wednesday.” TK beams back at her.

“A man who remembers his anniversary so well? Oh, your wife must just adore you.” Judy says.

“I like to think he does,” TK says, “See that cop over there, the cute one that keeps looking this way when he thinks I'm not looking? That’s my husband.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear. I shouldn’t have assumed. I hope I didn’t offend you. You kids have so much freedom today; it’s so wonderful to see, but it’s taking a bit to get used to. You’ll have to forgive me. If I could have my time over again, though…” Judy trails off, a sad, wistful expression across her face.

open tag cause i think everyone has already been tagged by now <3

#wip wednesday #tarlos #this banner sucks but I couldn’t come up with anything better so here we are #my wips

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evanslvr · 1 year

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Please can I request a smut with sub!Kit Walker x female reader in Briarcliff, where Kit has had a really tough day and ended up strapped down to bed as punishment, and reader, who is another patient, managed to sneak into the cell where he is at and finds Kit broken and absolutely worn out and so she suggests she can help him release some tension, if yk what I mean... 😏

𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑭 - 𝑲𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑹

𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻

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y/n perspective:

I was sitting in a dark hallway, waiting for the guard's footsteps to recede into the distance. When they're finally gone, I scramble, running as quietly as possible, down the corridor, to the solitary cell Kit is being kept in. Thank goodness, I had stole a key from one of the nuns, they never even realized. I unlock the door but when I tried opening it, it was extremely heavy, and it takes all of my strength to push it open.

I walk inside, and see him laying there, on the bed, looking very weak. His head instantly popped up as he heard the sound of the door opening, and I can see him relax as soon as he sees that it's me.

"Y/n," he whispers, weakly. "How-how did you get in here?"

"It doesn’t matter, Kit, I’m worried about you." I reply. I walk over to the side of the bed, and sit down, reaching out and stroking his face gently. "You look so exhausted.” I glance at the restraints, that are binding him to the bed, and feel anger building in my chest.

"It's okay," Kit says, reading my expression. "I-I'm okay."

"No, Kit, you’re not okay." I tell him. I stroke his face, then run my hand over his body. I touch the restraints and try to find a way to undo them.

"Don't-" Kit says, "Please. They'll lock you up again if they see you in here, and-and they'll punish you."

I look at him, sadly. I don't want him to be so scared, and worried. He has enough to deal with. "That’s risk im willing to take," I say, softly. "If it means I can help you."

I find the end of one of the restraints, and tug at it, and finally it comes undone. I quickly release the others, and once he is free, I reach out and hold him close, burying my face in his chest. I feel his arms wrap around me, and we just hold each other, for a long time."I don't think I can take much more, Y/n," Kit says, his voice trembling. “I know, Kit..I’m sorry," I reply. He looked so defeated. "It's not your fault, Y/n, not your fault.." He closes his eyes, “But you better leave now before that guard comes back."

"Don't worry about that, Kit, he's busy with someone else right now," I whisper. Kit opened his eyes and looks at me. "Really?" He says, softly. I nod. “I just needed to see you." I reach out again and brush his hair back from his forehead. He closes his eyes once more, leaning into my touch. I plant a small kiss on his forehead, then one on his lips, before pulling away. He looks up at me, a little confused, but then, understanding crosses his face. He smiles. He pulls me closer to him, and I lean down and kiss him again, deeper this time, and I feel his hand running through my hair, his tongue slipping inside my mouth. He kisses me, and then stops.

"You're the only one I can trust in this place, Y/n," He whispers. "I need you so badly."

"I'm here, Kit. Let me take care of you."

I pull him closer, and his hands roam down my body, resting on my hips. I press myself against him, feeling his length grow harder against my thigh. He lets out a soft moan as I slide his pants off, revealing his large cock. It throbs against his stomach. I straddle him, grinding myself against him.

"Y/n," Kit moans, and his eyes roll back in pleasure as he feels my wetness against his tip.

"Yes, Kit," I breathe. I lean down and kiss him again, while slowly guiding his thickness inside me. I gasp, as he enters me. He fills me so completely.

"I-I love you..so much..” Kit whispers. He begins moving his hips up and down, thrusting into me, slowly, his thick length going deeper and deeper. He pulls me down, burying his face in my neck. But he wasn’t going hard just at a regular pace, but I didn’t mind. I wanted all the time I could get with him. "I love you too, Kit." I moan. I begin to move my hips, slowly at first, then faster, pushing down on his length.

"Yes, yes, oh god, yes," I whimper. His grip on my hips tightens, and he pushes into me harder, deeper, making me cry out. "N-n-not too loud, suga, we don’t want them hearin’." He whispers, and I cover my mouth. "S-sorry..." I stutter, and he continues to thrust into me. He moves his head back to my neck, his hot breath against my skin.

"Y/n..." I hear him moan, and I can tell he's getting close. He's breathing heavily, his whole body shuddering with the effort. "Kit, Kit... I'm so close," I whisper. I lean down and kiss him, my hands tangling in his hair, my hips still moving up and down, faster and faster. He's breathing hard, his chest heaving, and I can feel his heart beating rapidly against my breasts. He lets out a groan, and then I feel his cock twitch and his whole body tenses. “Ohh... oh god, Kit.." I cry out, my walls clenching around him, as I reach my own orgasm. He holds me close, his arms wrapped tightly around me. He gasps lightly and I feel his warmth go inside of me, He buries his face in my shoulder, his fingers digging into my skin. We stay like this, locked in each other's embrace, panting and gasping for air.

Finally, Kit releases his grip on me, and I roll off of him, laying next to him. "Are you ok, Y/n?" He asks. "Yeah, I'm fine." I say, breathlessly. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight. “I just wish we could..leave this place, together.." He whispers, and I rest my head against his chest, sighing softly. "Me too, Kit," I say, few minutes pass and Kit sighs. “What?” I ask. He smiles a little. "You have to leave, Y/n, I don’t want anyone finding you in here, It’s dangerous." He tells me.

I sigh, and sit up, planting a kiss on his lips, before putting my gown back on.

"I know, I know, Kit..”

a/n: this request is so old they probably forgot😭

#ahs fanfic #evan peters #james patrick march #jimmy darling #kai anderson #kit walker #kyle spencer #rory monahan #tate langdon #evan peters smut

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