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evanpeterswhoresblog · 10 months

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Hi! You know that inexperienced smut prompts that you reblogged? Could I request you a smut based on them pls? It would be a Kit Walker x fem reader smut based off prompts 14, 16 and 32 if possible... thanks! :)

of course!! i worked on this all day so i hope you enjoy :)) let me know what you think!

prompts:

14. “You’ve never even touched yourself?”

16. “What do you like?” “I don’t know.” “Then how about we find out together?”

32. “Is it going to hurt?”

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Love in the Darkness

Kit Walker x f!reader

warnings: smut, soft dom kit, oral female receiving, slight fingering, unprotected sex (p in v), slight mentions of murder / stalking, loss of virginity, slight innocence kink if you squint hard enough, very minor drinking, i think that’s it but as always lmk if i forgot any!!!

summary: you never thought in a million years you’d fall in love with a murderer, but here we are.

word count: 3.6k

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You were remanded to Briarcliff for what the doctors called “female hysteria”. But you weren’t hysterical, not even close. All you had done to get thrown in was get into a few fights with men who wouldn’t leave you alone. Stalkers, potential rapists, followed you around, not accepting your constant rejection. It wasn’t fair that you were punished for simply not wanting to be sexually harassed, but it was never fair for women. You’d known since you were a child that being a woman in this world catered to men would be difficult, but you never imagined it would be this difficult.

After being admitted to the asylum, you lost hope in all men, and most women. All the nuns besides Sister Mary Euinice treated you awful. They constantly berated you, telling you every day that you should be a more respectful young woman, that you should be flattered by the attention you get from men. It made you sick. But what made you angrier than anything though is how they called you “unclean” as if the whole situation was your fault. In the beginning you tried to explain to them that those dirty men were the unclean ones, but all that did was make them punish you more. So, you decided not to fight them anymore and take what they dished out.

When you were admitted you knew about Bloody Face. You knew you were going to be in the same place as him. You were scared at first. You knew the rumors, heard the news of what he did to those poor women. It gave you flashbacks to when those men stalked you. You considered yourself lucky that Bloody Face had already been caught, because if it were him following you, you’d be dead.

You were certainly surprised when you saw him for the first time. It was in the common room. You were sitting on one of the couches, trying your best to read a magazine while your fellow inmates did whatever it was, they do. Bloody Face walked in and immediately your eyes were drawn to him. He was tall, with dark hair and dark eyes. You were surprised at how handsome he was. You always imagined him as a large scary looking man, but he was quite the opposite. His real name was Kit Walker. He claimed to be innocent of all charges. You avoided him as best as you could.

One day though, you were placed on kitchen duty with him. You were frightened by him at first, worried he was going to bash your head against the metal tables until your brains oozed out. But all he did was silently separate the bread dough. His stance wasn’t threatening, but to be safe you stood on the opposite side of the table, the side closer to the door.

“I know you’re afraid of me,” he said out of the blue. His accent was thick, his voice soft.

You avoided his eye contact. “I’m not afraid of anything.”

“If you aren’t afraid why are your hands shaking?” He asked. “Why are you standing all the way on the other side of the table?”

“Personal space,” you mumbled your answer.

Kit chuckled quietly, and it made you finally tear your eyes away from the dough that was in your hands. Your eyes met for the first time, and your heart beat began to quicken. What if this is his tactic? You thought. What if his charm and beauty is how he captures women?

“Perhaps I am wrong, I’ve heard you were locked up for attempting to kill a few upstanding guys.”

You shook your head. “That’s not true.”

“Really? Then what’s your side of the story?” He continued. By this point both of you had stopped working on the chore and instead stared at each other. It was far more interesting than working, you had to admit.

“They were trying to… force me to do things I didn’t want to do. I barely caused any harm, but they had more money than me so here I am,” you explained vaguely. “It wasn’t my fault.”

He chuckled; it made your eyebrows raise. “See, me and you aren’t too much different. Both of us were wrongly put in here.”

“You murdered and raped three women,” you said, looking back down at your hands.

“And you brutally tried to kill those men,” he replied.

You were about to reply, but the nuns entered and started to escort the two of you back to your rooms. That was the first time that you started to believe the innocence of Kit Walker.

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As time began to pass and you and Kit were paired together more for chores you were convinced little by little of his innocence. It was the small things. Like how he would hold the door open for you, apologize if while the two of you spoke anything made you uncomfortable, and most importantly how he never questioned whether you were guilty or not.

Eventually, you found yourself becoming excited whenever the two of you spent time together. Kit was sweet, he was nothing at all like the horrible newspapers and radio reports made him out to be. He wasn’t crazy. In fact, he seemed to be the sanest person in Briarcliff besides yourself. You thought it was impossible, but you began to harbor feelings for “Bloody Face” and you found out one night he felt the same way for you.

It was movie night, the two of you snuck away to talk. You made it down to the kitchen without being caught, you were glad. For some reason you knew in your soul something different was going to happen on that night, and you were right. The two of you casually talked about what was happening with your plans to escape, but you noticed as you spoke Kit inched toward you, so slow that if you hadn’t been paying attention you wouldn’t have noticed.

“What are your plans if we succeed?” He asked.

You smile and lean back on one of the tables. “I want to go to the beach. Feel the sun on my skin again. It’s far too gloomy here, I’ve almost forgotten how it feels to be outside. What are your plans?”

“I suppose I’ll be going to the beach, since that’s where you will be,” he answered.

You feel your cheeks begin to burn. You look away and chuckle, you're nervous like the first time you ever spoke to him. But for a whole different reason. When you looked up at him again, he was barely a foot away from you. Your heart skipped a beat.

“You’d stay with me even after we get outta here?” You asked, your voice softer than before.

“I’d stay with you forever if you let me,” he replied. He reached forward and touched his knuckles to your cheek, brushing them so gently across your skin you can barely even feel it. You swore you couldn’t breathe. “I’ve never met anyone in my life that has as much of an effect on me as you do y/n. I can’t stay away from you.”

“Kit…”

“You don’t have to say anything, I understand if this is too much for you. I understand if I’m not enough for you, you are one special woman y/n. I just-”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence. You cut him off with your lips meeting his. He kissed you back as quick as he could, his hand now cupping your cheek. It was soft and sweet, everything you’d expected Kit would be like. After a few seconds he pulled back and looked down into your eyes, your knees felt weak at the look in his dark eyes.

“I think I’m in love with you,” you whispered. “No matter how odd that sounds it’s true. You’re the most caring man I’ve ever laid eyes on, I can’t help but want you.”

“I’ve wanted to hear that for so long. I am in love with you, and once we get outta here I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Kit declared.

Before you could reply, he leaned down and connected his lips to yours once again. You felt as though you had died and were already in heaven. Being with Kit made you have hope, he was light in that everlasting darkness of Briarcliff. You loved him, you really did. And as the two of you kissed you knew you’d do anything to one day get out and marry him.

The kiss moved fast and before you knew it Kit was starting to put his hands on you. Your body felt as though it were on fire. Every inch of skin that Kit touched became lit with the flame. He moved his hands along your waist, your arms, your back… you couldn’t get enough. But as he started to reach for your breasts you pulled away. He looked down at you, concern on his face.

“Sorry did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head. “No, of course not. It’s just that well… I’ve never done anything like this before. That was my first kiss, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. We’ll take things slow all right? We’re gonna have all the time in the world,” he spoke. He was so sincere; it made your heart melt.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you replied with a smile.

Kit returned the smile. “But would you mind it if I kissed you again?”

“I’d like that too.”

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In the weeks that followed, you and Kit spent as much time as you could together, along with Lana planning your escape. You and Kit were set on getting out. He promised the second the two of you were free he’d marry you. You loved the fantasy. You’d be married in secret and run off together, forgetting all about the terrible parts of your past. He’d buy you a house in a calm neighborhood and you’d raise his kids. It was all you wanted.

One night the two off you had managed to get a few minutes alone in one of the bathrooms. You were against the wall, Kit’s lips on yours. He cupped one of your breasts, while his other hand was dragging its way up your thigh. You try your hardest to keep quiet, but as he begins to trail his lips down your neck you can’t help yourself. You’ve never felt such pleasure in your life.

“Can I touch you baby?” He whispered against your skin. “But you gotta stay quiet.”

“I don’t know if I can, I’ve never been touched down there,” you admitted, your cheeks turning red.

Kit moved back and looked you in the eye. “Well, you know what it feels like from yourself, it’ll be just like that.”

“Well, that’s the thing I’ve never really done that.”

“You’ve never even touched yourself?”

You shook your head and Kit exhaled deeply. You began to feel ashamed; he must’ve thought you were a prude. You figured he knew what you were thinking though, because he touched your face softly and gave you a smile.

“You’re purer than any of the nuns in here,” he joked, earning a small laugh from you. “You’re perfect. I just wanna ask, what do you like? You know, in those ways.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never felt these feelings for another person, hell I don’t even really know how all of it works. The only thing I was taught as a girl was that sex is when a man puts his… in a woman,” you explained.

“Then how about we find out together? There are some other things I wanna do to you than that,” he replied. He looked out the window and back to you before speaking again. “We don’t have too much time left, but let me try something before we go. Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” you answered, and you meant it.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he mumbled.

You thought he was going to kiss you again, but instead he dropped to his knees. You were confused for a second. What was he doing? You then remembered the time you walked in on Shelley doing something to one of the guards. She was on her knees and his pants were down… she was using her mouth on him. That’s when it hit you. Kit was going to use his mouth on you.

He stuck his head under your gown and began to leave small kisses up your thigh. You covered your mouth with your hand and gasped. You’d never felt anything like it. He was quick with his motions, so quick you didn’t even have time to think. In a matter of seconds, he had pulled your panties down and spread your legs. You held in a breath and you felt his hitting your most sensitive spot.

Once his tongue made contact with your clit, that was it. You hit your head against the wall as you threw it back. His tongue was so warm, so soft. With every lick you felt electric shocks pulse throughout your body. You moaned into your hand, your legs becoming wobbly with each passing second. You’d never imagined that much pleasure was held between your legs. It was unearthly.

A wetness started to drip down your leg, but neither of you paid attention to it. You were too engulfed by the building sensation inside you, and Kit was too busy making it happen. You used your free hand to bunch up your gown, you wanted to see him. You didn’t expect him to already be looking up at you. The sight was one you never could have thought of. Kit’s dark eyes were locked on your own, you watched as he licked and kissed your clit. You were speechless.

“Kit, stop. I feel like I might pee,” you suddenly whispered. It was true, you did feel as though you were going to.

“You’re not going to pee, you’re going to cum,” he murmured. “Just let it happen.”

You were going to object, but that’s when you felt it. Your legs started to shake and you couldn’t stop the loud moan that left your lips. That was it, what you’d heard of through whispers. Your first orgasm. Kit didn’t stop for one second, in fact he sucked on your clit even harder. You felt your insides pulsating with pleasure, and by the time it was over you could barely stand.

Kit pulled your panties back up once you were finished and stood. You could see the glistening of your juices on his chin. He smiled and rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth.

“I want to do that every day,” he said. “You’re delicious.”

“Oh Kit,” you mumbled before pulling him in for a kiss.

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The day you and Kit were freed from Briarcliff was the second-best day of your life. The best day of your life came only a week after being free. It was your wedding day. You and Kit traveled a few towns to get to the quickest courthouse. Even though it wasn’t a real wedding, and even though it only lasted an hour, you would never trade it for anything else.

After the ceremony was over and you were officially Mrs. Walker, Kit took you to a motel. You were nervous, but more so excited for what was to come. Like you were straight out of a movie Kit picked you up bridal style and carried you inside your room, the both of you full of joy and laughter.

Once inside, you realized Kit had made preparations. Rose petals were on the floor trailing up to the bed. Candles were lit all around the room. You looked at the dresser and saw two glass cups accompanied by a bottle of champagne. Your heart melted at the gesture.

“Would you like some champagne Mrs. Walker?” He asked after placing you on the bed.

“Champagne, so fancy. Of course, I would Mr. Walker,” you answered with a laugh.

He grabbed the bottle and popped the top off, pouring both of your glasses and bringing it to you. He sat next to you on the bed and took a sip, you did the same. After he finished his glass, he got up and turned on the radio. The soft melody eased your tension a bit.

“Are you happy?” Kit’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

He was standing in front of you by this point, you looked up at him and smiled again. “I’m happier than ever my love.”

“So why am I getting the feeling you’re anxious?”

“I dunno,” you spoke, you placed your cup on the bedside table. “Is it going to hurt?”

“Oh, that’s what this is about.” He sits beside you and takes one of your hands in his. “Don’t be nervous, it’s gonna be good. It might hurt a little, but don’t worry I’ll take good care of you.”

You sigh in relief. “Thank you, for being so patient with me. Not many guys like to wait nowadays.”

“I’d wait forever if that’s what you wanted y/n, don’t feel pressured to do this just cause it’s our wedding night. We don’t have to.”

“No, I want to do this I’m just a bit nervous that’s all. I trust you’ll be gentle with me and make it as good as it can be,” you said. You kick off your heels and slip the little headband with your veil of your head. “I promise I’m ready.”

“I’ll be very gentle,” Kit spoke before closing the gap between your lips.

He keeps that promise throughout the entire night, going only at your pace. First, he laid you back on the bed, undressing you slowly. You couldn’t hold in your laughter as he struggled to drag your garter down with his teeth and you couldn’t stop blushing when he starred at your nude body and called you the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Watching him undress himself made you clench your thighs together in anticipation. His body was perfect, his abdomen full of muscles clear as day. Up until this point neither of you had seen each other fully naked, and you were both glad you waited. After he was undressed, he crawled back on top of you and resumed his previous kisses. He kissed down your jaw, your neck, until he took one of your breasts in his mouth. You moaned, your hands weaving through his hair as he sucked your nipple. It was a sensation you’d never even thought of being so good.

When he was done with that he moved down between your thighs and didn’t wait a moment to begin his careful licks on your clit. Your back arched, your thighs clenched around his head, especially after he slowly started to thrust a finger inside you. It was the first time anything had been inside you, and it didn’t feel half bad. In fact, after a few minutes you began to enjoy the feeling. That’s when he added a second finger.

You came fast, and Kit didn’t stop until you were almost asking him too from the overstimulation. Your chest was heaving as he moved on top of you. He kissed you hard, you could taste yourself on his lips. You knew it was time, and you weren’t nervous.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Just say the word and I’ll stop, okay?”

All you did was nod. Kit placed a short kiss on your lips before spitting on his hand and lowering it to his hard dick. You felt him place it at your entrance, it was big. He placed his hands by either side of your head, lacing your hand in his on one side. Without wasting anymore time he began to push himself inside you. You gasped, grabbing his shoulder with your free hand.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he whispered.

You didn’t reply. You bit down on your lip until he was fully in. It hurt, but it wasn’t the worst pain you’d endured over the years. You could handle it. Kit waited until you gave him another nod to continue. Once you did, he started to slowly move in and out of you, each thrust hurting a little less than the previous one. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his soft noises only making the experience better.

“You can- you can go faster,” you said shakily after maybe ten minutes.

“You sure?” he mumbled.

“Yes.”

He did as you said and began to truly fuck you. You loved how much he loved it. His hand traveled down your body to grip your thigh. He lifted it up, his thrusts going deeper inside you than before. You moaned and pulled his lips to yours. He was insatiable. Biting your lip, sucking your tongue, it was nothing like what the two of you had done in Briarcliff. You loved it.

Kit didn’t last much longer after that. When he came, he moaned your name in a tone that made your stomach fill with butterflies. He collapsed on top of you, his breathing heavy, his heart rate erratic, and his dick pulsing inside you. You moved your fingers through his sweaty hair and held him tight as he rode out his high.

“I love you,” you whispered softly. “And maybe it’s not the time to say this, but I’m grateful to have been put in that terrible place because it gave me you.”

He lifted his head from your chest and starred into your eyes as he spoke his next words. “I love you more and if I could go back in time, I would never change a thing. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

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frankenkyle19 · 11 months

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Cherry Medicine 🍒

Request

word count: 809

warnings: mentions of snot, spit and being sick

“Kyle please you have to take your medicine, it’ll make you feel better I promise!” You repeated for what had to be the tenth time in the span of only a few minutes. The zombie boy hid behind the kitchen table out of your reach, shaking his head. His eyes looked tired and his nose was red and running. He was sick.

He didn’t quite understand what was going on with him, but he’d been bedridden for nearly two days now. He came down with something after he had gotten out one night to explore. He was miserable. Coughing and sniffling constantly. He cried because his throat hurt and he cried because he couldn’t breathe through his nose. Then he cried because his head hurt from him crying.

You had been by his side the whole time, risking getting sick yourself so you could take care of him. He loved you taking care of him but the one thing he didn’t like was medicine time. You’d tried to teach him how to take pills, thinking it would be easier since they were tasteless, but he couldn’t figure out how to swallow them.

So your only other choice was to give him liquid medicine. The cherry flavored medicine that smelled almost nostalgic in the worst way.

He had drunk it down the first time no problem because he figured you’d never give him something he didn’t like. The second time, he tipped the cup of liquid into his mouth before quickly spitting it out, covering you with a spray of red sickly cherry liquid. You didn’t scold him for it though. You hated medicine just as much.

The third time you had to hold him down and force it down his throat. That upset him. He didn’t like to be forced to do things or be held down.

The fourth time was right now, Kyle huffing and puffing, hiding behind the kitchen table, running around to the other side each time you took a step closer to him.

“N-no-no! No m-medicineee!” He grunted, shaking his head, blonde curls covering his forehead and eyes. He coughed, wiping the snot forming on his upper lip onto his sweater sleeve. You’d need to get him new clothes soon.

“Kyle look, I know you don’t like it but once it’s done you don’t have to take any more the rest of the day. Okay?” You tried to offer, holding the cup of liquid out in offering. You really didn’t want to force him to take his medicine but he needed it. You hated seeing him suffer.

“C-cuddle t-touchhh” he spoke, wide curious eyes watching you, such innocence in the brown orbs.

You furrowed your brows a bit, trying to decipher his words. Sometimes it was hard to understand him, but you tried your best.

“You want cuddles?” You asked, to which he nodded, carefully taking a step towards you, arms out in front of him a bit.

A smile formed on your lips as you looked at him. Maybe this wouldn’t be too hard after all.

“Of course I’ll cuddle you, Kyle. Just take the medicine, okay?” You set the cup on the table’s wooden surface, watching to see what he would do.

He grimaced a bit, scrunching up his nose in distaste as he clumsily picked up the small cup, bringing it up to his lips. He glanced back at you before closing his eyes and tipping the liquid into his mouth. He gagged a bit as the viscous liquid coated his mouth and slid down his throat, senses being overwhelmed by the fake cherry taste. He swallowed hard, shuddering before tossing the cup back onto the table.

“Go-gooood Kyle?” He asked, looking at you hopefully. He always loved your approval. You nodded, which caused him to smile, lips parting and dimples forming on the apples of his cheeks.

You gently took his hand and let him back to his room, tucking him into bed under the covers before joining him. He wrapped his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he sighed sleepily.

You gently rubbed his back, humming as he drifted off, clutching onto you.

He fell deep into sleep soon after, body relaxing against yours, his breath coming out with a wheeze as his nose was stuffed up.

When he woke up you’d feed him some soup and whatever else he wanted, and maybe give him a bath if he was up for it. He at the very least needed a change of clothes, the snot on the sleeve of his sweater now dried and crusted onto the fabric. If it was anyone else it would disgust you, but it was your Kyle. You couldn’t be disgusted by a single thing he did.

Hopefully he’d be back to his normal healthy happy self soon.

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etheral-moon · 13 days

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For you girls hating on Evan Peters supposed new gf

If you're going to call yourself a fan, and then hate on him for just getting a girl or hate on her bc she got 'your man' who's actually just your celebrity crush (obsession) who never heard about you and doesn't know you. He's not going to choose you if you keep on projecting your insecurities on a woman who never hurt you in her life. Go out, touch some grass and get off your phone or whatever device you're on. Tbh, I'm ngl, I wish that was me but it's not like I had a chance anyways. Let them live their lives instead of hating just to get noticed, he's not gonna fuck you, you're just being petty. I saw her IG post, she's so pretty. So don't be toxic and just wish for them to be happy. That and the fact we know how it was tough for him. After the shit Evan has been through he deserves to be happy and his fans shouldn’t ruin that for him. Thank you if you made it this far.

They're litr so cute. Also while listening to Lana!!!

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coleaep · 1 year

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ITS KURT COBAINS BIRTHDAY 🥳 🥳🥳🥳

In his honour here is some adorable photos of him.

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jellyluvr · 10 months

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hi omg this is my first request im sorry if dont make sense 😭

could you do a fluff Kyle x female reader story where the reader plays Lana Del Rey in her headphones (the ones where zoe puts those headphones on kyle ifykwim) and Kyle is curious and tries it on himself and loves it (can be any song if yk her) And like kyle becomes a huge fan of Lanas music after listening to her music for weeks lol

(also I love ur work)

Dark tonight

- Kyle spencer x gn!reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Alright Lolita is a bop so I'm gonna use that even though it might not fit the vibe. Also ty!!

Slow burn!!

Tw: none, just fluff

S: Kyle has a fit and he like ur headphones and wants to put them on

(Idk how to do summaries clearly)

And the title has nothing to do with the story btw. I'm just too lazy to add like 900 words about them sleeping or something idk.

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You sat down in your bed, reaching down under it for your headphones. You pulled out the spikey pair, grabbing your ipod and plugging them in before scrolling through your songs. You clicked your tongue to the beat you preferred, one part of you expecting for it to pull up the exact song you wanted.

Eventually after clicking the button at least 100 times you found Lolita- Lana del ray. You played the song, placing on your clunky headphones before placing them on your head. You leaned back on your bed, grabbing a note book while you wrote some stuff down that needed to be done.

Everyone was quite pushy if you didn't do something, and since Madison was on your ass all the time you had to do it. And speaking of which (Or witch cuz she's a witch 😉), she walked down the hallway, peeking her head through your door with her fuzzy hat and slutty dress.

"Can you go out or something? It's embarrassing seeing you so lonely." She stared at you for a moment, rolling her eyes as she realized you were just ignoring her. She then went back out, her heels clicking and growing deaf as she got farther.

You knew you weren't the most popular.. you were just there. Nothing special.. just a girl. You knew it wasn't the best look for the coven either, but you weren't able to change yourself. The whole point was to be unique. And, you had quite the fan base outside the coven house so you weren't too worried about it.

Soon, as you wrote, you began to doodle. Your favorite thing to write was little sun's and moons. It was a therapeutic thing to do. Sometimes you even put sunglasses on the sun like a child. But, it was still very enjoyable.

So, while you doodled and drew, your door creaked open some, the big bad man standing in it. Or kyle.. it was just kyle.

Little to your knowledge, he had been watching you for a few minutes. He had originally been following Madison for her.. needs.. but he was drawn to the yellow light coming from your room. The white in the coven house was intoxicating.. even kyle knew that, but you had always seemed to make it look good.

As kyle watched, he took note to your headphones in his zombie brain. He couldn't think much, all that was floating around in there was mostly words. Words like big ones.. he still had trouble saying two. Or though.. and the way they were spelled was so much more confusing. Kyle grunted at the thought, closing his eyes with frustration. He couldn't control his body well, and he obviously hadn't caught on to not close your eyes.

But, the grunt caught your attention regardless. Even with the headphones and Lana's wonderful vocals, you still heard the grunt he made. Although, you knew immediately who it was. You looked over, seeing Kyle's hands in his hair as he tugged at it some, trying to somehow calm himself.

You jumped out of bed, taking off your headphones in a flash before running over and stopping him. It was a rule. You couldn't let him hurt himself.. even if it was the most subtle. You weren't allowed to let him. Everyone knew.

"Don't do that! You know that's bad, Kyle." You scolded him, pulling his hands out of his hair as he made a low growl in response. He opened his eyes, closing them quickly again as he tugged his hands from yours covering his face. Great.

"Hey! Hey.. no.. no kyle." You sighed, realizing he was having one of his fits. You stared down at him as he slid down the wall, beginning to cry. He overreacted too much, but he couldn't help it. And either way, his cries were heartbreaking.

You walked over to him, his head peeking out from his hands some, his body flinching in response. You got down to his level, your hands on his as you slowly pulled his hands down, trying your best to comfort him. "It's okay. It's okay kyle. Don't be sad." Kyle's face still had that bruise from the crash, and your heart ached knowing what he had been through. You had to help him in some way, and you bit down on your lip thinking of what to do.

He needed a hug maybe? But he probably wouldn't like that.. good things? Like compliments possibly? Or just talk to him.. help him with words?

"Kyle, c'mon." You stood up, holding his hand while he got up as well, you leading him into your room. Kyle's mind was mostly blank. I mean, there wasn't much to think about for him. When he was angry he'd only be angry because he wasn't able to respond correctly. He knew his reactions were stupid.. or dumb.. or just unnecessary, but he simply couldn't control it.

Kyle walked into your room, noticing the headphones again. He found interest in those.. the spikes enticed him and he felt an urge to poke his hand with them. So, he walked over and did just that, yelping in response. "Hurt!" He pulled his hand back, looking at the headphones as if they had done it to him.

"Kyle! Oh my god.. you can't do that-" Kyle picked up the headphones, being very sure to not touch the spikes as he looked as if he was about to smash them. You snatched the headphones, watching your ipod fall to the floor from the headphones still being connected.

"You can't do that either.." you sighed, picking up the items, setting them on your bed before putting yourself on it as well. You looked at Kyle's face, his tears gone and his eyebrows furrowed. He seemed angry? Jesus.. what was it now?

"Why?" He asked, sitting down on the bed, almost making you leap up from his weight. He was a big guy.. Definitely not the one to get in a fight with. But he was a sweet little guy.. despite his anger issues and fits he was the equivalent to a lost puppy. A cute puppy.

But, besides the point he was obviously confused. Maybe he just didn't understand you..

"It's bad. If you break the headphones then they'll break. And I'll never be able to use them again." You smiled slightly, kind of irritated by him. You never really interacted with him so you never really knew what to do. But, you did know not to let him throw a fit. One thing you were told to do was be happy. Or look smaller.. less threatening. Even though he was fucking humongous, it was better to seem like a bug rather than a bigger threat.

Kyle really wasn't a big bad man. He was really just misunderstood. Poor guy never even got to experience life. And he died trying to protect Madison. Only if he knew what she'd do to him. Kyle was just a sweet guy trapped in some zombie body. That's why it was important for you to make him learn how to talk. So he could express himself correctly.

"Why don't we watch something? Like uhm.." you weren't too sure what was appropriate for him. Dora? That was so childish though.. but maybe that'd help him. "Dora?" You suggested, Kyle seeming even more confused. "Doooooor...ahh.." he sounded it out, but he clearly had no idea what that was. Without even being able to think of something, Kyle snatched your ipod, holding it in his large hand. Hot pink... classy. Kyle looked at the song playing, it being well.. a very attractive woman in his opinion. He stared for a moment looking. "Who is?" He looked up at you, his hand barely clutching the ipod. He would've crushed it, and he knew it was dear to you. Especially the headphones.. he didn't like when people got mad at him. He tried to prevent it the best he could.

"Lana del ray.. but let's do something else. Do you know your abc's?" Kyle shut that idea down immediately. "No." He moved his hand away from yours, still holding the iPod as you tried to take it from him. He wouldn't let go.. "come on kyle.. give it back." You said sternly, holding out your hand as his empty eyes stared back. "No.. who is?" He asked once more. You sighed, looking back at the ipod before shifting back up to his face.

"She's a singer. She's like really popular.. now give it back." You thought for a moment, but then realized being nicer was better. "Please?" You added, looking up at him with a smile. Kyle looked down at the ipod, then at the headphones connected to them before picking them up and looking. He was also very careful not to touch the spikes. He wanted to do what you had been doing earlier. He wanted them on his ears.. but he wasn't sure on how to put them on his ears.

"H-help." He was still learning that word, so he stuttered a little but the point still came across. You looked down at the headphones, then back up at Kyle. Letting him listen to one song wouldn't hurt. "Okay, but just one." Kyle's eye brows furrowed. "One song... sorry." Kyle was still very confused. He had no idea what a song was but it seemed really hard to spell.

You picked up the headphones, Kyle growing a little smile as his dimples peeked out. It really was adorable.. he was so cute effortlessly. You couldn't disappoint his adorable face. That would be a crime, so you placed the headphones on him, Kyle trying to get used to the feeling. You looked at the song that was playing and paused it, thinking of what to play. Lolita..? Maybe he'd like that? I mean, it was catchy. He'd probably get accustomed to it, so you went to your library and looked, the little click of the button ringing in your ears.

You found it, clicking on it before it began to play. Kyle's face still had the slight smile, but then his brows furrowed some, his mouth opening slightly. "Ooo.." he mumbled, his eyes traveling the room as he listened to her. He was clearly beginning to like it because he started to clench his fists to the beat. It was a little weird to watch.. you couldn't lie, but it was adorable seeing him enjoy something.

You giggled some, seeing his face turn into a smile as the song got even better. "Like." Your heart almost collapsed. He was so cute.. so adorable. Like a little kitten. Or a puppy.. your heart was healing just watching him listen to the song. But, soon it came to an end, but thankfully another song was to the rescue. Another Lana song played, and Kyle was quick to like her.

He grew more excited, but everyday would end. End with him going to your room and listening to songs. You wondered how he'd freak out if there was speakers. Or if you got a picture of her. Mainly you thought he had maybe a little crush, but that was his business. Either way, he looked like an adorable little man listening to Lana del ray. Honestly, he was slowly turning into the perfect boyfriend.

When you'd be his, of course.

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Alright here's the kyle fluff finally!! Also one paragraph got moved somewhere and I basically just did a puzzle trying to find the right placement and I think i got it right but if there's a mistake sorry! I did proofread tho so that's good! 👍

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lanawintersenthusiast · 4 months

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he can ultraviolence me.

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emmalandry · 6 months

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Acting out towards Kai, not listening to his rules, misbehaving in front of the other cult members and just all around being a bad girl.

He'll lead you down to the basement in front of everyone else and tell you to lean over, he'll bend you over his knee and spank you repeatedly. Hitting you harder every time you cry and whimper in pain.

"You've been such a stupid little slut lately, It's time to teach you a lesson." He'll rip your panties down, exposing your pussy to everyone else in the room. Running his fingers along your slit before slapping your wetness.

Then he'll force you to take his cock out as you struggle to sit down in front of him due to the stinging pain of your ass. Sucking and licking against his hardon you feel a stinging pain in your scalp as he grabs your hair and forces your throat down on him, swallowing around him as you drool all over his cock.

Tears pouring down your face as he fucks your throat in front of everyone you know, all your friends. Before hiking you up and placing your pussy overtop his cock, slipping inside your cunt with ease as he begins to brutally thrust inside you. Your cervix feels bruised due to his mean pace. His balls are already tightening up as he pushes fully inside, releasing his hot, sticky load inside your dripping cunt.

He'll pull you off and make you push all his cum out of your cunt while facing the other members. Maybe now you'll learn to obey him.

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carm3n-carm3n · 7 months

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🌜🌝🌛 season of the witch 🌜🌝🌛

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ciggiestash · 1 month

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his posture needs to be studied because what the fuck

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Franken/Kyle Spencer NSFW A-Z

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

•Kyle loves taking care of you, he thinks it's his job

•No matter what or how much you do he will hold you tight, borderline too tight just trying to keep you close and make sure you're alright

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

•Kyle doesn't have a favorite body part of his, he actually has quite a few issues with the body he lives in, considering most of it isn't his

•Kyle loves every single inch of you, he adores holding your hands, lives for kissing your lips and would kill just to squeeze your ass one last time before death

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

•Kyle loves finishing on you, he's practically hard wired (even post death) as a frat boy not to finish inside of you, even if he loves that too

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

•He tries to hide how much he wants to throw you around

•Kyle has had problems with his strength and he's afraid to hurt you, however he wants more than anything to pin you down and have his way with you

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

•As a frat boy he had enough experience, though he also had quite a bit of trauma

•He has to relearn quite a lot and while he knows what he's doing he has to relearn how to be gentle, slow, careful, or whatever you need from him, though he's entirely worth it

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

•Kyles favorite position is missionary, he wants to see your face and gage your reactions, he loves knowing that he's making you feel as good as he does, it makes him feel accomplished, that he's done his job taking care of you

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

•Once he gets comfortable with you he can have moments of goofy, borderline childishness when trying to make you laugh or smile

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

•He's trimmed but he doesn't do anything more than that

•The hair on his head however is messy and adorable at all times

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

•It takes him a while to get romance, he wasn't bad at it before he died but relearning that took a bit of time for him

•Once he gets the hang of it, he thrives at giving you the romantic nights and making you feel special

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

•Always

•Loves It

•Constantly!!

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

•Anal-is a big one that Kyle begs to try for a while before you give in

•Switch-Kyle loves being in charge with you but he also enjoys it when you take control and tell him what to do

L = Location (Favorite places to do the deed)

•Kyle prefers a bed, your bed

•He doesn't like others looking at you so being anywhere but your room doesn't happen a lot at all

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

•Kyle almost seems like a teenager discovering sex for the first time every day

•He doesn't need motivation, he's always ready and waiting for you

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

•Anything that causes you pain

•Kyle already has trouble when it comes to hurting people and animals, his strength is a major issue and hurting you is something he's terrified of doing so please don't ask him to

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

•Giving

•Kyle loves hearing the sounds you make when he goes down on you, it may be his favorite thing in the world

•If you allowed him to he would do it for hours and never stop for air, listening to your whimpers and squeals, holding down your twitching hips

•God he loves the taste of your pussy

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

•He was very fast at first, feeling the need to rut into you frantically until you slowed him

•He actually quite enjoys slow, passionate sex, watching the expressions on your face change is fascinating to him learning what movements make you scrunch up your nose adorably or make you moan like an overzealous porn star

•Fast, slow, rough, sensual, whatever you need that day is what Kyle will give you, he wants to please you however you need, he has a need to make you happy after everything you’ve done to take care of him…and he loves your pussy with a passion

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

•Everyday

•All the time

•Sometimes living in a school for witches you only have 5 minutes here and there and Kyle is determined to always make the most of them

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

•He enjoys trying new things with you and he'll try just about anything you want

•You only ever risked doing it anywhere but your room once though, Kyle hates the idea of people seeing your body

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

•He has a crazy amount of stamina

•Kyle can last for several hours before he even needs a break let alone has to call it quits

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

•He's not a huge fan of toys but he'll give them a try if you want him to

•He likes your vibrator, placing it against your clit while he fucks you gives you both an ungodly amount of pleasure

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

•Every once in a while Kyle will tease you but he's more of a dive straight into it sort of guy

•His foreplay was abysmal in the beginning but he got much better at it knowing how happy it made you

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

•Kyle is definitely a grunter

•He's not usually all that loud but if he gets lost in the moment he can really get there

W = Wild Card (Get a random Headcanon for the character of your choice)

•Kyle surprised you with how snuggly he is, especially with how angry and growly he is all the time

•He loves resting his head on your belly and wrapping his arms around you, curling up and loving the feel of you playing with his hair

•Your personal Frankenstein is adorable

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

•6 1/2 inches

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

•Kyle has a high sex drive, he's always desperate for you and you don't make it easy on him

•Every time you wear those cute shorts that can’t even be called pants he's so hard it hurts and so needy for you

Z = ZZZ (... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

•It's rare that he falls asleep before you considering his stamina however when he does you enjoy just watching him for a bit

•Usually you fall asleep before him and Kyle is quick to snuggle you against his chest and nuzzle his face into your hair

•He takes these kinds of moments to thank whatever deity exists in the world for letting him come back and experience true happiness with you

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