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joshlmbrt · 4 months

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here's an evan fic request for u :)

kit walker x fem!reader: basically it's a full fluff cheesy fic where they both have a cuddling session together then suddenly kit said that she smells good today while nuzzling his nose in her shoulder making her laugh and all ticklish and kit just won't stop doing that bcs he loves making her feel happy/loved 🤍 (i felt single while typing it lmao)

Almond Oil & Shea Butter. ( k. walker x reader )

【𝜗𝜚 warnings; nothing! just fluff <3 and sort of short (i apologize!)

【𝜗𝜚 an; THANK YOU FOR MY FIRST REQUEST FOR PRETTY BOY KIT!!!! very much appreciated <3. i hope you enjoy!!

Thank God for Sunday’s.

Especially when it was Kit’s night off and the both of you just lounged around in comfortable clothing after dinner.

The silk nightgown you had on was a a pink one, with white lace trimmings. It was comfortable, smooth against your skin and Kit’s fingertips.

Kit had been using your almond oil and shea butter body wash and lotion - again.

You didn’t complain though, it left his pale skin soft under your fingertips that you traced up and down his arm.

He giggles, goosebumps raising along with his shoulder, his eyelashes tickling the skin of your cheek as he closes them.

“That tickles, doll.” He whispers. Your shoulder lifts, his own breath tickling across your skin this time.

“Sorry.” You giggle.

He scrunches his nose, shaking his head. You tune your head to look at him.

Being this close you could see the freckle on his nose and some that was dotted across and trailed down to both cheeks.

His face always warmed your heart, and then you cursed him for being so pretty. It was insane just how pretty.

Your nails, that had a clear coat of polish paint, trails up his arm and to his hair that had some sort of curl to it.

He hums a bit, feeling your nails, tilting his head back as if he were a dog. You smile, nose scrunching a bit as you watch him.

“What are ya starin’ at?” He whispers.

“Nothin’,” You whisper back, pressing a kiss to his chin. A small smile grows on his face, his dimple showing. You press another kiss there. “Just thinkin’ about how pretty you are.”

“Me?” He lifts a brow, opening one eye and peeking down at you.

“You.” Your thumb wipes the gloss from his chin. He nips at your finger and you giggle, pulling your hand away quickly and hide it behind your back.

“Well, I think you’re wayyyy prettier,” He whispers. You go to protest but he’s quick to speak over you. “And smell good. That’s why I use your body wash all the time, it’s like you’re lingerin’ ‘round.”

His accent had gotten deeper, richer. He’s tired.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head. “Admit it, your manly wash gives you a headache.”

“Sometimes,” He grins, his nose now poking under your jaw. You let out a laugh, leg lifting now and leaning against his side. He lets out a huff. “See, you still smell good!”

“Kit.” You giggle, feeling him press a kiss to your cheek now.

“Yes, almond?”

You scrunch your nose. “Go back to Doll, please.”

He grins, giving you a small peck. “Okay, doll.” He whispers.

You smile, holding his face in your hands, tracing your thumbs across the smoothness of his cheeks. “Thank you.”

For loving me.

He presses his forehead to yours, nodding. “Of course.”

I’ll always love you.

【𝜗𝜚 thank you for reading! comments, feedback, likes, & reblogs are encouraged, welcomed, & deeply appreciated! ও

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fand0mh03 · 1 year

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Hi I wonder if I can request a" how the Evans masturbate" especially Kai Anderson ? I love your writing by the way thanks

How the Evans would masturbate

Loves, this is my first time writing smut, so I am so sorry if this is horrible :,) thank you for the request and your kind words

Tate Langdon:

He would think of you while he did it

You’re just so beautiful, and since you’re not dead and you’re gone all day, he just can’t help himself

Really he just does the typical pumping until he comes, and then when you get home you two get into more intimate activities ;)

Kit Walker:

he gets lonely sitting up there in Briarcliff, especially if you’re not there or you’re at home

He’d think about your body, how he’d kiss all over your body, taking in all of your beauty while you’re under him

He’d have to be careful, since people are constantly checking in on him, so he’d have to be quick

He doesn’t have many resources, he he just resorts to the typical pumping

Let’s just say when he gets home to you, you can’t walk for a week

Kyle Spencer:

Again, pumping, he doesn’t want to go to a sex shop or anything to buy a toy, and he doesn’t want to risk his mom or frat buddies finding it

If he’s really in the mood he will, but I don’t think Kyle is a very sexual person, and the whole time he’s thinking about you, like how he’d tuck your hair behind your ear, and passionately kiss you

He would just want you so bad, but sadly you’re not there at that moment that he needs you

Jimmy Darling:

I feel like he’d be into cock warming, so he’d probably make a diy toy out of your clothes (rip your fave sweater 😔)

It’s not the same, but he’s weird

What

Anyways

He also probably would hump things and would probably jack off

He’d wait for you and if you were later than what you said, you’re in for it

You won’t be able to walk for a while

Rip your knees if ykyk

Kai Anderson:

have you met Kai?

No you haven’t 🥹

But anyways, he would not let you leave the house

So you’re his personal sex doll!

Even if you didn’t want it, too bad, Kai gets what he wants

He will literally punish you if you’re not there when he needs you

Evan Peters:

he’s constantly away considering his job, so he’d probably be into nudes

So you’d send him a few photos, he’d send a few photos and so forth, and he’d probably hump and get off while looking at your pics and thinking about you

We all saw his humping game in that one interview 🤭

Anyways, he would really miss you, since he loves you! So he thinks about you 24/

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v-love · 1 year

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Jealous For What?

Kit Walker x Fem!Reader

Summary: Kit feels a certain way when you act a little too friendly towards a customer while working at the workshop…

Warnings: Jealous Kit, yelling, crying. It’s mainly fluff though don’t worry.

Not proofread </3

Images/GIFS are not mine.

Word Count: 1,470

Kit groans softly as he stands, shutting the hood of a car he just finished working on. It never took him long to work since he’s been doing this for years. This specific client has been with him since he started working. Kit was grateful for him since he helped the boy a lot with other customers, always recommending Kit to anyone that would ask. As Kit goes over to wash his hands, he see you and his client talking, smiling a bit to himself as he sees you two getting along. Sure, the man was his favorite client, but you were his favorite person. He had so much love for you, he was head over heels for you. Did you know that? Of course not. Kit sighs softly as he washes his hands, wondering when he would tell you how he felt. Drying his hands, his ears pick up the sound of your beautiful laughter.

He walks over and pauses as you take the man’s hand. Kit wasn’t a jealous person, he was always sweet and understanding. Today was different, he felt his heart ache a not as he watch how your beautiful hands touched the man’s rough ones. Did he see that you were collecting money for his work on the man’s car? No he did not. Was his jealously making him see things differently? You fucking bet. Kit makes a quick decision and walks in, giving his client a fake smile. “Hello, Mr. Rocco. Your car is just over here. She’s in perfect working condition.”

You weren’t an idiot. You could see Kit’s demeanor change when he talked to his clients. Why he was acting a bit different, you didn’t know but you were a little worried. You didn’t want Kit to lose such an important client. As you look over to Mr. Rocco, you see that the man hasn’t even changed at all in his own demeanor. Rocco was a smart older man, he always knew that Kit was ever so in love with you. He was so smart that he decided to help the poor boy out, pushing all the right buttons to get Kit to tick.

Grabbing Kit’s hand, he shakes it. “Thank you, my boy. I already gave this beautiful young lady your payment. I’ll see you around darling.” He says to you before turning back to kit. “Kit, I’ll see you tomorrow. I have an extra client for you.” Rocco says before going to his car and driving away. He didn’t miss the way Kit’s eye twitched when he called you darling. Kit’s fists were practically white as he turned to face you, hearing you call his name. “Kit, what has gotten into you?” You say to him frowning. “You never act like that even with clients you hate. Mr. Rocco is nothing but kind and look at you. Acting like a fool…” you mumble the last part and stuff his money in his hand.

Kit scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Me acting like a fool? Look at you! You were flirting with a client. You even held his hand!” He says, his voice rising a bit in disbelief. “He called you darling and you smiled so sweetly that is hurt my fucking teeth.” His accent started to become thick as he spilled his thoughts. “You don’t even smile like that when you look at me. You even held the fuckers hand.” Kit’s arms crossed as he looked at you. Ignoring the way your heart ached when he said what he did, you put down your pen, your eyes filling with anger and sadness. “Kit Walker…what are you trying to insinuate? Are you trying to say that I’m like a woman of the night to keep clients coming?” You say, you voice trembling a bit. Not letting kit another word in, you pack your things and grab your jacket. You could hear Kit apologizing and saying whatever else to take back what he said. “Kit just stop. Close alone tonight.”

Kit watches as you drive away, seeing you wipe tears from your cheeks as you turn around the curb. His eyes close and he rakes his hands through his hair. He had messed up. He messed up his only chance to say how he felt. How much it hurt to see you even entertain someone else even if it was innocently. “Fuck…I’m so sorry.” He says to the cold air. As night settles in, resting over the workshop, Kit finally finishes up closing. His hands shake a bit from the biting cold air but also his anxiety. Getting in his car, he drives home, not even turning on the radio to steer his thoughts away.

He passes by a familiar looking car but thinks nothing of it until he hears the horn. He frowns and pulls over, doing a few turns until he was behind the car. Getting out of the car, his eyes widen as he watches your form come out as well. Tears glisten as they ran down your cheeks. “I ran out of gas…” you mumble, slightly hiccuping. Without thinking, Kit pulls you close. His hands cupping your cheeks as he dries your tears. “I’m so sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have let you go.” He says, not even realizing the pet name he used. Looking up at him you frown, shaking your head. Your hands come up to hold onto his, feeling his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“I didn’t mean any of what I said either. You aren’t like that, I know you’re not.” He says, looking away in shame. You feel his hands trembling a bit as he held your beautiful face. “I was just so upset because I want you to look at me. See me…” his voice cracks a bit as he lets you go. “I have loved you ever since I laid my eyes on you. The way you smile and the way you smell makes me burn inside.” Tears ran down his cheeks as well as he looks back at you. “You have no idea how much it hurts to watch you go on with your day without even telling you how much I love you.” He finishes, wiping his face roughly before laughing. “I’m such an ass. Let’s just get you home.”

You watch as he opens the door for you, looking down at his feet as he waits for you to get in. “Kit…” he looks up at you, frowning as he sees you crying again. “Doll…please just get in. It’s too cold for you to-“ he lets out a slight groan as you throw yourself at him, crying more. “You idiot!” You say before kissing him with passion, cupping his cool cheeks. Kit’s body warms up at the contact of your soft lips on his, feeling your hands run through his hair as he kisses back. He holds onto you like his life depends on it as you two share the most beautiful moment in time.

Pulling away you look up at Kit’s face, smiling shyly. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you.” You say, shyly caressing his cheeks. Leaning into your touch, Kit sighs and pulls you closer to his warm body. “We’ve wasted so much time…” he says as he feels you lay your head on his chest. “I know…we’re together now though…right?” You ask, looking back up at him. “Obviously, sweetheart.” He says, chuckling softly at your uncertainty. “Cmon, let’s get you home. It’s cold.”

Helping you get in the car, he kisses your hand before getting in himself. “I’ll get your car to you before the night ends, don’t worry.” He says, driving off in the direction of your home. Kit knew the way by heart since he often dropped you off before you got your own car. He smiles as he feels you hold his free hand. “I love you, Kit…” you mumble shyly.

“I love you more, sweet cheeks.” Kit smiles widely as he finally got his girl.

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading. This was a request from @yes-divine-ruler but I changed it up a bit. I had fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Taglist: @yes-divine-ruler @lcnelyghost @evanpetersfav @quickiesgirl

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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can I ask for kit walker from ahs for the feelth alphabet? or jimmy darling if you don't write kit.

taglist babes || req rules / fandoms+characters || send ?s || masterlist

I love both of these men omfg, so fucking much. Make you a deal, sweetheart? I'll do Kit here since you named him first and then I'll do Jimmy in an actual post. I'm feeling particularly generous today and I love them both so much I can't pass this up.

Warnings;

Minors, back off outta here. This is meant for 18+. Are we absolutely clear? Body fluids, breeding kink, oral sex, masturbation, the usual things you find on one of these things.

Taglist;

@krys-orion and @sporadiccherryblossom are the only ones on my taglist for American horror Story. If you'd like to be added, please add yourself via the link up top or let me know.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

... ugh he's just so fucking sweet. Lazy but sweet. His idea of aftercare is to lie there naked with you. He likes to hold you on top of him and wrap his arms around you real tight and as he's doing this, he's touching and kissing you, gentle little pecks on your nose and lips and even your cheeks. If he's bitten down too hard on your neck or something he'll graze his lips against it and give you this sheepish little look.

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

Kit is a toss up between lips and legs. I feel like he'll stare at your lips like he's mesmerized because he's thinking so damn hard about how they'll look swollen from kisses. Or wrapped around his cock if he's in a more ahem... feral, mood.

His favorite part of his own body are his muscles. He knows he's strong and he loves this. Or his hands. He likes that his hands are rough and they tell a story.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

... Cums a lot. So much, oh my god. Will choke you when you're sucking him off if he doesn't warn you in time. Loves to lick you clean. If you don't want him to cum inside of you, his other favorite places to do it are on your stomach or your tits.

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

... He really doesn't have any that are dirty, per-se. His wife was his first though, so he's not as experienced as most men were/are. back in the day.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

... His former wife was his first. But he's a quick learner, he figured out what to do to really knock a girls socks off in a hurry. And he's observant, he will take note of what gets the most reaction out of you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He loves to be able to feel you beneath him, his hands all over you, his mouth all over you, whispering against your ears and lips. Just the feel of you pinned beneath him kind of like... Grounds him and centers him and truthfully, it calms him down in the chaos that is life.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's kinda goofy, loves to hear you laugh and see you smile. But he can also be very intimate and sweet too and for the most part, he is. So he's more serious in the moment.

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

... Decently groomed but immaculately clean. He's more worried about everything being clean down there than how well it's trimmed tbh.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

... so intimate, oh my god. this is probably what makes sex with him so fucking amazing, he's so sweet and so giving and he really lives up to the whole caretaker / protector thing because he lives to take care of you and loves to show you how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

... very vocal. and more than once this has made people think he's actually fucking someone. He tries to be quiet but his mind is nothing if not vivid so therefore, when the mental images flood him, he's mouthy as if you're there with him and he's fucking into you and not one of his hands. jacked off into a pair of your panties once and loved the way the soft fabric felt around his cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

breeding kink, holy shit. lowkey feel like if you called him daddy he'd blush BUT.. he'd start to fuck you deeper and his thrusts would get slower and longer and he'd lean down and whisper "You want daddy's cock, doll?" and he'd have this shit-eating grin too, he lowkey lives for it. Beyond these, I feel like he doesn't have many actual kinks because he hasn't had many actual lovers. As for the breeding kink, well.. If you call him daddy, he'll probably say something like "don't call me that unless you want me to fuck a baby into you, princess." and if you beg this man to get you pregnant he will go feral, holy shit.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home, behind closed doors, in the damn bed. He's not.. He's a sweet lil bean, he's not freaky like that.

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

kissing on the neck, heavy petting, catching a glimpse of your panties when you wear certain little dresses, the way a necklace sits between the swell of your breasts, when you tilt your head and he sees the soft line of your neck.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing you with anybody. He's sweet but he's hella territorial.

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

He loves loves loves to give oral. And while he's sloppy and he's still learning, his enthusiasm and the will to please you make up for this. He does get better though, and when he sucks your clit, lord have mercyyyy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. He doesn't like to rush -esp if he is acting out his breeding kink and intentionally trying to knock you up.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He'll do it but he prefers it when things are not rushed. It feels better for both of you and he can't focus on pleasuring you when he's worried about hurrying for whatever reason.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not a risk taker, not at allll. He will try things but.. He's just a sweet boy, he's probably not going too far out of his comfort zone.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go a round then he's done. He lasts a really, really, really fucking long time though so that one round is liable to tire both you and him out before it's all said and done.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nope and no. He doesn't own them and he wouldn't use them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be a bit of a tease, especially when he's in a playful mood.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's so loud oh my god. He's praising you, swearing, growling, groaning, moaning your name, esp if you're sucking his cock and he whines oh my god holy shit, he whines.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has fingered you under a table at a restaurant before. To be fair, you were blowing him in the car on the way over, so turnabout is fair play and he knew nobody could see. He thought it was hot to watch your eyes get that fucked out glaze when he found that one really magical spot and concentrated on it a little while.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

HUNG. HOLY SHIT. It stretches you and the stretch burns. Above average girth, average length. He's uncut too, so there's that.

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

It all depends. If he's not with someone, he's not thinking about it, he's usually more focused on work but if he's with someone oh god.. He's constantly replaying little moments in his mind -esp if sex related and he'll get himself worked up enough that he's booking it home on his lunch break to fuck you on the table.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes him a while. He likes to hold you and watch you as you drift off to sleep and just think about how much he loves you / how lucky he is to have you.

#kit walker #kit walker imagine #kit walker smut #kit walker headcanons #kit walker x reader #kit walker x fem!reader #minors dni

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simonsomeriley · 2 months

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Hello! Pls can I request an angst for Kit Walker during his stay at Briarcliff?

Thanks :)

thanks for requesting lovely <3

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note: changed it just a little bit. i hope that's okay also a little ooc (not a lot of dialogue) i wrote this at midnight 😅

The hard cold cement floor is taunting as you walk on it. The only noises you hear is the tv static in your head and the clinking of the bell tower. Your vision is clouded. You look straight down as you walk, you don't bother looking up.

What is this place anyway? A tall building with a glass roof to it. Staircases that seem endless up to the top, it's crowed with nuns and staff. You ignore the beating ache in your head, sure that you could feel your own heart beat if you focused hard enough.

Not really hoping to catch eye contact with anyone in here either, you walk through the long halls. You flinch when an inpatient lurches himself at the door to his cell, where there's only a tiny little window with bars on it to look out from. His door is chained shut.

His teeth seem all rotted, he looks a mess with scars all over himself. Clearly he wasn't being taken care of...

The rest keep to themselves in their cell, you try not to look, wanting to spare yourself that way. But reaching the end of the end of the hallway, a certain cell catches your eye, you don't see anyone in it.

You wonder if it was a mistake? Because the door was also chained shut, clearly they'd thought someone was in there..

Approaching closer to the big door at the end of the hallway, you get a closer look to the room. Oh there's someone there, laying against the corner. Is he dead? He doesn't seem like the rest of the patients here.

He's not lurching at the door, screaming his lungs out or covered in wounds. He just seems.. normal. Proper even. His hair is trimmed, his skin is nice and clean, he looks.. normal.

He's not lifting his head, his gaze is straight focused at the floor.

Should I say something? As far as you can tell, there's no coming out of this place without anyone spotting you, you've come this far without any suspicion, should you really risk it now?

You bend down to the little window on the door of his cell room, trying to see more of it. He's not chained or restrained to anything. He's just sitting there, willingly, staring with an empty gaze at the floor with an empty expression and his body slumped against the corner of the wall.

You knock, two times. He doesn't budge at it. You try again, and you knock once more. This he raises his head at, startled expression on his handsome face and making eye contact with you. You mirror his expression. He's not violent. He's not running at you to grab through the window; shouting or bouncing off the walls.

Just sitting there. Looking straight at you. Should I maybe help him? He doesn't look like the other inpatient here. He looks, neater. More put together and...human.

He looks like he hasn't slept in hours, like he's tired from nonstop struggling for hours on end. He looks sad. He follows your figure though, he keeps his eyes on you, like you intrigue him.

Maybe it's because he was expecting another person and he's never seen you here before, or is it out of fear? Is it because he's afraid you'll do the same to him as everyone else has?

You look through what you have in your pocket, what you can make use of. You find some thread from your unfinished sewing project from home, you wonder if you can use this on the chain on the door, if there's no key then severing the chain would open the door regardless.

You've been at it for what feels like hours. Sawing the thread back and forth on the chain, sparks flying from it. He's still looking at you. Not having said a word, looking at your face. The chain breaks eventually, your hands feels like they are on fire and like they could fall off any moment.

You disregard the feeling to hurry opening the door, throwing the thread aside and, as quietly as possible, pulling on the bar of the door and slipping inside. He flinches at that, writhing even further back into the corner of the room if that was even possible, his eyes wide and alert.

You back up a little bit and put your hands up, trying to show him that you're not here to hurt him, you're not one of them. He calms eventually, still having the dead stare look in his eyes. He doesn't budge from the corner.

Now he lets you get closer, he doesn't flinch or pull away from it. He keeps to himself though, since you saw him from the window he's been cornered in on himself with his arms around his body and his head hung low.

Like he's making himself as small as psychically possible. He doesn't seem crazy, he must have done something horrible to end up here. He doesn't look like it..

He looks defeated now, he lets you get as close as you want and he doesn't move. His eyes differ between you and the cold hard floor, the light from the thin window at the top of the cell illuminating his face. He looks beautiful.

Eventually you get close enough to touch him, you lift his face up by his jaw, and meet his eyes. He doesn't seem to mind. When you're this close, you can practically feel his heart beat. You hear his shallow breathing, he's breathing like he's struggling, like he has a ton of weights on his back. His breaths are short and staggered and his face is pale, unexpressive.

You get close enough to hold him in your arms when he gets heavier and he looks like he's about to faint. You hold him with your arms under his shoulders, his eyes tiring and struggling to keep open.

His breathing is slowing, from fast staggered breaths to breathy, struggling and groany breaths. What's happening? Is he hurt? Did I do anything? Why is he like this now?

You turn him the other way in your arms, so his front is to you and his back leaning on your legs on the floor. After dragging him from the same spot he's been sitting on the floor, you gasp.

There's a crimson line of blood from where he was sat in the corner to where he's laying in your lap...

It's all over your pants and your shirt at this point, you lift his shirt by his stomach and you feel like you could pass out yourself.

He's riddled with stab wounds. They're actively leaking all over you, all over the floor. You now realize that's why he was sitting like that. He was covering his stomach, he was trying to hide it. He was slowly dying in his cell and nobody cared enough to help him. Nobody. He had accepted it.

You lift his head again, you try stretching your shirt out to cover his wounds, but you know it's no use. He's looking you in the eyes. He's defeated, he's accepted it.

You don't even know him, you don't know why you feel this way. But you tear up, he was sitting in here alone for how long you can only imagine, with no one to care for him, worry about him or save him. He accepted that a long time ago.

You feel him cough, he's coughing loud and startling against you. There's one last, loud, staggered and breathy cough. And he goes limp within seconds after it. Covered in his blood. The last thing he ever saw. The last hope he ever had. And you couldn't do it.

Your white shirt got painted with the agony and pain of a man you were unable to save.

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sunflowerharrington · 2 years

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because the lovely @kitwalker02 asked, and i simply can’t say no: yes, okay i’ll post the snippets again 😬

they’re super choppy, i haven’t edited anything yet but here’s some spicy-ish parts (not in order)

NSFW, i repeat; NSFW

(a/n: kinda cringe iwl, sooorry! i tried! it’s 2am and i just had a mental breakdown before writing this)

snippets from my kit fic (i don’t have name yet but it’s my ‘vertigo’ rewrite anyways)

taglist: @xxlangdon @sympathyforher @unlivingdreams @quickiesgirl @langdon-cumslut my lovelies <3

it’s also 2am 😭🫠

#american horror story #ahs #kit walker smut #kit walker x reader #kit walker fanfiction #kit walker #ahs smut #ahs fanfiction #ahs fandom #ahs asylum #fem!reader #kit walker x fem!reader

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nobitchs-world · 12 days

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Me after searching up “character name x black!reader” and it gives me some Harry Potter shit

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jellyluvr · 11 months

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Tastes delicious

- Peter maximoff x fem!reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

So I'm making peter sub in this one cuz y not. Plus he's definitely not the type to become some daddy so we're going for a sub Peter. No mommy stuff, but there's like typical nicknames. Kinda slow burn

Warnings: sub peter, Dom reader, oral sex, kissing, and actually a little mommy action

Summary: peter is watching a movie with you and there's a scene that gives him a boner.

Word count: 1.6k

(Got gif off pinterest)

Peter was sitting on the couch in the mansion, the lights turned low. It looked pretty gloomy, but your invisibility helped you hide. Peter was watching a 'spicy' movie, which caught your eye. Peter seemed to be enjoying all the kissing and grinding, the bright flashing lights also showing the sexual scenes.

You creeped behind the couch, it sitting in the middle of the lounge, the tv on the wall, a fireplace under it, obviously not lit.

You wanted to stay in there as a secret. You wanted to see what was going to happen, and while peter chomped on his popcorn loudly, the tv also got loud.

But, in a millisecond, peter appeared with a popsicle while he sucked on it. It was about to make you giggle, the way he decided to eat his popsicle.

But now, the scenes were getting a little too much, and it was obvious that peter liked it, a slight, but obvious bulge appearing in his overly tight pants.

You, still hidden in the shadows, finally decided to lean on the couch, it making a squeak noise from it being leather. Peter turned his head immediately, seeing the indent in the couch, no person.

He immediately knew it was you, you were the only one that had invisibility. His face turned a pink color while he looked at you, the movie still playing.

"Hey y/n..." he smiled sheepishly while you showed yourself finally.

"Hi Peter." You smiled back before finding a place on the couch next to him. It was clearly too close for comfort, but peter didn't say anything. Bless his innocent soul.

You were aware of his boner. His very obvious boner. But, it became even more noticeable when you sat down next to him. He didn't do much, he just sat there and continued to watch the movie, you watching his pants instead.

You were wearing a skimpy skirt, 'small as a belt' and a camisole with white lace. You liked wearing white, it brought out the whole invisibility thing. Plus it gave you the nickname ghost. Or ghosty.

But, unfortunately for peter, your skirt was too much for him. For his little goofy brain to comprehend. Yeah, he watched porny movies, but he never tried to do things with girls. It wasn't like he had a chance anyway.

The silence was thick. The only thing in the room making noise was the tv, oddly lewd noises coming from it.

But, the silence broke with you.

"Can you pass me the popcorn please?" You fluttered your eyes at him. Why did you sound so.. seductive..? It was all peter could think about. He didn't even register what you had asked.

"Or don't.. that's okay too." You chuckled lightly before moving your hand over his lap, purposely touching his sensitive boner. He let out a whimper in response. And a cute plea.

"H-hey!..." he said, looking down at your hand. You just giggled slightly.. "what?" You knew exactly what, but it was better to act clueless.

Peter was clearly flustered by this, his face red and his boner almost twitching. The tight restraints of his pants held that back, only making his boner more painful.

Grabbing the popcorn, you placed it on your lap before eating some, making sure to keep peter in view the whole time. You took peice by peice, placing it in your mouth slowly.

"What are you watching anyway? This movie sucks." You reached over to take the remote, not touching his boner this time. He was obviously flustered, he needed touch. His hips even jolted up when you reached your hand over again.

"It's uhm.. nothing. Just change it.. it's fine.." he said, his voice soft and quiet. That was unusual for him. Most of the time he'd be beaming with pride. Now his pride was the equivalent to a squashed berry. Or bug.

"Nothing? Really?" You teased, poking him jokingly. He didn't react, he was still hot, his body acting like a furnace.

"Mhm. Maybe we just shouldn't watch a movie.." he said, still acting like he had been traumatized or something.

"So what do you suggest?" You placed the remote down, also moving the popcorn over.

"No.. I know just the thing actually." You smiled, peter now even more afraid.

And it all made sense when you moved over right onto his lap. He let out a soft gasp, your clothed cunt rubbing right on his boner.

"What..?" He asked his hands staying on the couch, gripping into them slightly.

"What?" You teased again before grabbing one of peters large hands and placing it right on your chest.

"This is okay, right?" You asked. Even though this had all been really sudden, you still asked for his consent even though you knew it'd be yes.

He only nodded, his eyes staring at your chest. You giggled a bit, putting your hands on his shoulders before kissing him lightly.

It had started out sweet and slow, but over the time peter got comfortable and let his tongue enter your mouth. The two of you pulled from the breathy kiss, you smiling and peter just panting, his face a cherry red.

Your hands traveled down his chest before stopping right at the button of his jeans. Before you could even say anything, he said it first.

"Y-yes.." he pushed out, his hands moving down to your waist and rubbing slightly there.

Your smile stayed while you unbuttoned his restraints, his baggy boxers popping out. You pulled his pants down to his knees before placing your fingertips over the little wet spot, stained with precum on his boxers.

"Such a pretty boy.." you rubbed his tip through the fabric while he squirmed a bit, his grip on your waist tightening.

He hummed while you teased him, his hips rolling into your thumb and finger.

"Patience hun.." you purred, letting your fingers travel along his length. He jolted his hips up again, whimpering as you touched him.

"Please..." he cried and you finally moved your hand up to the waistband of his boxers.

"Please what? Use your words, baby." You looked up at him, your finger playing with the waistband. Peters fingers rubbed into your waist while he looked down, huffing a breath.

"Please, momma.." he was desperate for touch clearly. And you had to be good to him, he deserved a little reward, after all.

"Good boy." You praised, letting your fingers go down to touch his rough silver bush, then to his piping hot shaft.

You moved the boxers down more, letting his cock spring free, it letting some pre cum drip out. His tip was a rosey pink, his veins active.

He let out little moans when you touched him, them being perfect in every way. The sounds he let out when you rubbed your thumb over his tip made you feel a little spark in your stomach.

"Mmm.." he moaned, his hips rolling a bit to feel more of your touch. You didn't mind, you just wanted him to feel good.

Your hand slipped down his length, feeling every vein and pulse in him, hearing ever moan and whimper.

All of it got you worked up too, but peter was more worked up.

You moved your hand up and down at a steady pace, his pre cum acting as a sweet lubricant.

But, your hand went quicker with no warning. Peter bit his lip but noises still seeped out.

And peter became a mess. Like melting butter in your hands.

His hips jolted up again, but went down as you pulled your hand off. He was about to say something before you stuck your mouth on his tip, your tongue swirling around skillfully.

His breath hitched and whatever he was about to say became letters on a fridge. All scrambled and incoherent.

He couldn't help but let a moan slip when you tucked your tongue under his shaft and began bobbing your head. His tip hit the back of your throat, you gagging a little.

Drool seeped down his shaft, it making him squirm a bit more.

"OooOoh!~" he moaned, his hands grabbing onto your hair tight. His short fingernails dug into your scalp as you sucked, pulling off and slurping a bit before returning to your previous position.

It drove peter crazy. The way you moved your tongue, the way you felt on his cock.. he loved it. It was like a drug he couldn't get enough of.

He moved his hips into your mouth, making you gag some more.

"Fuck- I'm gonna cum.. I'm gonna cum.." he said breathlessly, his eyes shut while he took a few deep breaths.

You pulled up, your mouth secure on his tip while you looked up at him. Your tongue continued to assault his slit while your hands went to his shaft, moving with no mercy.

He let out a loud moan, squirming a bit. You sucked harder, your cheeks hallowed while he became a moaning mess infront of you.

"F-fuck!!~" he said, just under a shout. Then, warm thick cum filled your mouth, it landing right on your tongue.

You pulled off, swallowing what he left in your mouth before standing up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

His chest rose frantically while his mouth stayed slightly open, his dick finally softening up a bit.

"Tastes delicious." You smiled at him while he just tried to calm down. His face was still hot, and you were still extremely horny.

"W-wait..." he said, his head turning to you, his eyes half lidded.

"Hm?" You hummed, that cheeky smile still on your face.

"Can I return the favor..?"

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Sorry if it's kinda choppy. I tried tho! 🤧

And should I make a taglist? 😭

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yes-divine-ruler · 9 months

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tate langdon

one-shots

smut

Caught

Ghosts Aren’t Real x kai anderson

Hide and Seek

Sorry Mommy x sub!tate

Every Inch

Whatcha Reading?

Please Touch Me x sub!tate

drabbles/blurbs

riding tate’s face

‎‏‏‎‎kit walker

one-shots

smut

Daddy Doesn’t Know —— Part 1, Part 2

40 Lashes

She Dominates x sub!kit

You Win This Time

Your First Time”

kyle spencer

one-shots

smut

Give it to me, Baby x pre death!kyle

Daddy Needs a Study Break x pre death!kyle

You’re Forgiven x franken!kyle

fluff

Spring Sun x franken!kyle

drabbles

frankenkyle nsfw prompts (1)‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎

jimmy darling

one-shots

angst

I’m Gonna Marry Her Anyway

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yandereunsolved · 1 month

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Hello!

So I had this idea for a yandare oneshot about Kit Walker from AHS Asylum and I was wondering if I could maybe request it to you... It goes like this:

A yandere female nun who is secretly obsessed with Kit while he's an inmate in Briarcliff, so one day she goes to the extreme and assaults him while he is in bed or something

I would really appreciate it if you could shape this idea into a oneshot xxx

God's Design - ,, yandere fem. reader nun × kit walker

tw(s): yandere themes, physical assault, suggestive themes, toxic religious ideals, dubcon kissing, semi-graphic gore word count: 2.5k a/n: thank you, anon! Hope I fulfilled your request correctly. :)

The halls of Briarcliff almost near cease their cacophonous noises: patients screaming at the top of their lungs, the pipes straining from being overused, the sound of the orderlies correcting someone, and the loudest of them all was the noise of God. That nagging feeling in the back of your head whenever a sinful thought came to mind. How tempting the devil had made those thoughts to your malleable mind. One moment you were praying with your rosary, and the next your hand was slipping down towards your frilly-laced underwear.

It was an unspoken rule to never adorn anything provocative, nothing possibly pleasing to the eye. It was a rule that every nun held sacred. Not allowing men's eyes to stray was the woman's job. Those were the rules set within the pages of the holy book.

Despite that, all you wanted to do was make his eyes stray. From the first time you saw him, you could feel your determination crumble. That holiness within you began to shrivel up like a prune. You began wearing lingerie under your uniform, teasing yourself at night. You began fantasizing about what a night with him would look like. You had never been with a man before. You had promised that you would wait until marriage.

They call him Bloody Face, but he didn't have the eyes of a killer. No, his hazel irises encapsulated much more of a lamb to the slaughter, a spooked doe in the field of life. Those eyes have called to you since you first glanced at them. They were drawing you in like a sailor at sea. Only the sea you have yet to sail is one of the most forbidden ones—the seven sinful seas. All you yearn to do is explore lust, dip your toes into its waters, and relinquish control of your sails to allow the winds of sensuality to guide you.

You sneaked peeks at him in-between your normal shift. You tried your hardest to suppress these bubbling desires. Every time you popped one another, a few would float to the surface. It was like a never-ending cycle of torture. Each peek and small exchange left you wanting more of him. You wanted to devour him entirely, to wholeheartedly feel him in ecstasy. You wanted to see those tears and puppy-like expressions directed at you. You didn't. You still don't want any of the other nuns near him.

You sat at the foot of your bed for many hours that fateful night. You re-read many biblical passages to set yourself right. Losing yourself in your bodily flesh would be a great sin, wouldn't it? Your mind brimming with these detestable daydreams only led you to seek further counsel. You prayed to the highest angels and saints and to the great God himself for guidance on what was to become of you.

'1st Corinthians 6:18— Flee immorality. Every other sin that a man commits is outside the body, but the immoral man sins against his own body.'

You repeated it quietly, with your hands ardently colliding together. The other night, there had just been a slip in your judgment. You hadn't meant to walk past his cell and feel your body grow hotter. You hadn't meant to skip your nightly devotional in favor of more covetous inclinations. You hadn't meant to slip on that white, satiny baby doll and admire yourself in it. You hadn't meant to almost break into his room and show yourself to him like a needy whore.

How vile! You recoil from your bedside at your own enervated nature and decrepit mind. The devil is tempting you and your womanly nature. You took a vow—an oath. You have to wait until your marriage. You have to wait for your man.

He killed women after all. He is not a man of God. He is a man of pure sin. He is a man of cruelty and evil. He could be the devil himself, trying to tempt you into impurity. Yet you wanted to allow him in.

'1st Thessolonians 4:3— For this is the will of God, your sanctification; that is, that you abstain from sexual immorality.'

You read again. Your eyes are blurred as heavy droplets of your own suppressed sexuality bleed onto the pages filled with divinity. You were slipping. Are you losing your devotion to God? Are you losing your devotion to the cause of saving these twisted souls?

No, you assure yourself. This must be God's calling for you. He's telling you that Kit is innocent. He's compelling you to marry this man. He's urging you to find sanctity within his arms. God knows he is your future husband. That's why you feel this way! It has to be.

In the next few weeks, you will begin to add Kit to your normal schedule. You assure the other sisters that you want to take on the challenge of caring for such a dangerous man. Sister Mary Eunice keeps giving you weird side glances and avoiding you, but you don't quite care. Her overall attitude has changed towards Briarcliff, but so has yours. You've found your purpose now.

Every interaction with him fuels your desire to be his wife. You flirt with him subtly. When he gives you that curious expression you brush it off with a certain amount of charm and naive innocence. Your attempts at courting him are clumsy at best. Yet, it seems to be working well enough.

You keep him away from Grace forever. They had been growing too close. They had been through too much. You planted fake evidence in her room so that she would get punished. You whispered rumors around her and sowed distrust in their once-inseparable bond. You make her life a hell of your own making. One even worse than the walls inside Briarcliff had given her.

You saw the wedge growing in their relationship because of you. You planted yourself in her place, like a sprout replacing an invasive weed. You always slipped him extra food when it came time. You always read the Bible with him; he gave his life to Christ because of you. You both shared your most intimate secrets in the dead of night. Your relationship had grown to be something even God would envy.

That bitch just had to go and sow discord into your plentiful relationship.

You walked into the kitchen with a batch of dough that needed to set for a few hours. Your eyes widened in horror at what you saw, your pupils dilating to adjust to the lack of light in the kitchen. The large bowl slipped from your hands and crashed onto the floor. You turned around and bolted away like a frightened rabbit. You couldn't even stand to look at the scene for more than a moment. It was like seeing an angel get its wings torn off while falling from paradise.

That succubus was defiling your man. His head was thrown back in pure ecstasy—a dream in your head that you wanted to be between the both of you. Instead, that leech had him in between her legs. They were both in sync, their souls and hearts intertwined. It tore what little self-restraint you had to pieces. You could no longer wait for him to realize God's plan for the both of you.

In the dead of night, after both earned their punishment, you sneak into her room. A kitchen knife lies in your left hand, right behind your back. You'll stab her and make her feel the excruciating agony you felt. Every last drop of it. You enter her room swiftly with a slightly unhinged grin gracing your shadowed features.

She turns and gives you a surprised expression. Her stomach rumbles as she is expecting a bland dinner with as much nutrition as a wet rock. She blinks wearily as you move towards her. She seems apprehensive, but her body language is mostly relaxed. You were the one person who always seemed to be there for her. You were there for every patient. That's what made you everyone's favorite nun.

"Sister?" She calls out anxiously as she wraps an arm around her midsection. "Is dinner late? Or is this concerning my sterilization?"

"Oh, Grace." You murmur in a frenzied manner.

She backs away against the wall as her eyes dart quickly towards the door and back at you. You had locked the door, and your key was somewhere under your garments. She really didn't want to have to grope you to escape. Still, if you did have ill intentions towards her, she'd do whatever she needed to survive.

"God gave me a Revelation. I found it in my Bible."

You move towards her and swing the knife clumsily. You were a nun, not a murderer. You weren't a murderer until your one true love came along. He just makes you a little unhinged sometimes. It's all in God's plan.

She stumbles back as her palms rest against the stone walls. Her breaths become frantic as her heart speedily beats. She goes into survival mode. A punch is thrown at you as her eyebrows furrow in concentration.

"What the hell! Doesn't your little book tell you not to murder or something?" She screams in a high-pitched tone, doing her best to possibly get someone's attention in this damned hellhole.

She begins to shriek like a banshee as she fruitlessly struggles against you. Your free hand wraps around her wrist as you sink the knife into her throat. It makes a satisfying squelch as it slices through her skin like a knife through hot butter. She bucks against you like a wild bull as the sanguine fluid spurts out of her gaping wound.

Another strangled scream escapes from her cracked lips. Her cries and wails fuel your murderous rage as your knife continuously sinks into her supple flesh. You stab, and stab, and stab for what feels like hours on end. You make sure she knows how much she betrayed you. How much she betrayed her Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

Eventually, her body and mind fail her. She slumps against your figure as the light escapes her eyes swiftly. Her soul is forced out of her body as she becomes a permanent part of Briarcliff. You giggle and smile as the knife digs into her heart. You carve it out of her chest and stab it for the umpteenth time. It squirts out more of her sinful, gooey fluid.

You stare at her limp, lifeless body. Your rage cools a few moments after that. You have no regrets. In the eyes of God you were doing something holy.

"I gave her time to repent, and she did not want to repent of her immorality." You state passively as you grimace at her corpse.

You'll clean yourself and then tell everyone tomorrow that a crazed patient broke into her cell and killed her. You are the asylum's perfect little golden nun, after all. No one will suspect a thing, just as they shouldn't. Visting her was only your first stop tonight. Your second and final, Kit's holding cell.

You slip through the darkened halls with a spring in your elated step. You stopped at your room to wash off and get rid of the kitchen knife. You slip into that precious baby doll as you put your coveted uniform over top of it. You smile in the mirror gently, your spirits as high as the heavens.

Entire months now come down to these few moments. Your figure slips into his room. The poor thing is still strapped to his bed. Bruises line his toned figure. The paper-thin blanket barely covers his body. His thick, white hospital shirt ridding up, exposing his v-line and abs. His chest is gently moving up and down, calling to you.

You don't want to interrupt your man's slumber, but you need him to know the truth. You climb on top of his sleeping body. Each of your thighs straddling his side. One of your hands reaches down to his exposed stomach as you trail feather light touches over it. An overly excited giggle escapes your lips.

It has all led up to this moment. Your meeting, your small talk, and your private moments. Those torturous minutes that turned into hours transformed into days in which you were barely able to see a glimpse of him. You spent all those nights praying for a man, and now you have the one that God meant for you. You'll make him forget all about that whore who besmirched him.

"I wore something just for you, Kit." You whisper those honeyed words into the soft flesh of his pale ear.

You press a hungry kiss onto his lips as your nails dig into him. He bolts awake and panicks as his mind tries to sluggishly process what is happening. He struggles against you for a moment as his pupils dilate to adjust to the surrounding darkness. He recognizes you as his hands grip onto the sides of your thighs. A strangled groan escapes his lips as your assault on them doesn't stop.

"Sugah, slow down now." He murmurs gently with a purr escaping his velvety throat.

His lips don't resist you but return your fervent devotion to his. Everything stops in those moments as the world fades to black. There's nothing more to the both of you than two touch-starved bodies that crave an intimate connection. It was as if, in that moment, both of your hearts became one; your souls had found each other after so long.

Kit hadn't realized how starving he had been. Not just of mind but also of body. This pure sense of need wasn't something he got from Grace or Alma. Somehow, theirs was something corruptly desperate. Yours was nothing more than a divine and guttural urgency for his presence. Your movements were like those of a follower pleasing their divine being.

Everything that happened so far was for this moment. It was worth every single moment. It was worth getting caught with Grace. To see that absolute expression of anguish in those saintly irises of yours. He knew it would drive you right over the edge. He knew you wouldn't be able to resist him after that. He just wanted needed to have a pretty little nun save him from his sins.

"No, no, I can't. We were meant to be. I—"

Kit cuts you off as his hands curl around the edges of your uniform. He presses his forehead against yours intimately as he looks up at you with those doey hazel eyes. A short pant escapes his mouth as he tries to form words. It proves difficult because his entire being is yearning for the proximity of yours.

"I love you." He croaks out in pure bliss. His mouth moves from sacred lips down to the inviting nape of your neck.

God's design? No, it was his.

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joshlmbrt · 16 days

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hi cherry! can i request for a kit walker x f!reader fic where reader is currently pregnant & one night she suddenly crave for soft cookies while they were sleeping & she felt bad waking kit up bcs she wanted him to bake those cookies for her since he did learned the baking skills during his time in asylum and after that she told kit that the cookies were too good that she ate them all and kit adored her even more 🥺 ily xx

p.s: this request is inspired by me bcs i do want some cookies rn LMAO 🍪🍪

hi love! thank you for requesting, i’m sorry this took so long! i love love writing for kit - sadly no one ever seems to read the stuff i write for him, but that will not make me stop! i hope you enjoy this <3 w; mentions of pregnancy cravings (i hope that’s okay!), mentions of the asylum - no grace or alma, slightly short, but sweet!

your stomach grumbles slightly in time with kit’s snoring. your pout grows as you look down at your tiny bump, hand sliding over it.

you can wait in the morning, surely. to eat the soft, chewy, chocolatey sweet treats kit can make.

you can wait…

you can’t. your stomach grumbles again at the thought and your hand is slowly reaching over and nudging kits arm before slowly turning onto your side.

you watch as his brows pinch, head tilting to the side a small hum leaving his throat. “kit,” you lean towards him, pressing a kiss to his temple. “kit, honey. wake up.”

his eyes slowly open, blinking a couple of times before his heavy eyes land on you. “what’s wrong, sugar? everything with baby okay?” his hand finds your bump quickly.

you smile softly, placing a hand over his. “i don’t think so…” you mutter, glancing down. “little gremlin is wanting some cookies…”

“now?” he turns his head to stare at the clock that ticks away. “at 2 in the mornin’?”

“baby calls?” your brows lift slightly, a small laugh leaving your throat.

kit yawns and nods - never grumbles or groans about waking up this early to fix something that could be fixed in the morning - digs the heel of his palms into his eyes before lifting up.

he stands from the bed and you can help but reach over and swat playfully at his backside when he reaches down to pick up his flannel pajama pants. he yelps, jumping slightly and narrowing his eyes at you.

you grin. “sorry. it was in the way.”

he rolls his eyes but a smile pulls at the corner of his mouth, hand reaching out and fingers wiggling for you.

you take his hand and slide off of his side of the bed and follow him him towards the kitchen.

he’s quick with setting out the ingredients and mixing them into a bowl, feeding you a couple of chocolate chips from the bag, and sliding the pan of cookies into the oven - there was enough to make two batches.

to pass time, he reaches over to turn up the radio that had been playing quiet background noise, pulling you close and swaying with you.

you giggle softly, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, nose nudging his.

this was about as sweet as the chocolate chip cookies that kit pulled out, your eyes watching as he breaks one in half and the chocolate string snaps.

“yummy?” he tilts his head, thumb brushing the chocolate from the corner of your lip, sucking it off quickly.

you nod quickly. “the best. thanks for always putting up with me and my sudden cravings.”

he smiles softly, eyes lingering on the chocolate that had ended up on the other corner of your lip.

“anything for you.”

#cherry writes ✿#kit walker x fem!reader #kit walker x reader #kit walker x you #evan peters x fem!reader #evan peters x reader #evan peters x you

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fand0mh03 · 1 year

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How do u think the evans would react to their s/o asking them to dance? Like they’re just hanging out at home and play music (doesn’t have to be slow music like they just pick a random song)

How the Evans would react to their s/o asking them to dance

I am in love with this request xx

Tate Langdon:

Would love to dance with you at any time, day or night

Would turn on Nirvana

Wouldn’t do classical dancing, but would be down to do more silly dancing

Wouldn’t know how to dance

The whole thing would end up with you both on the floor after you collapsed from laughing

Would adore those moments with you, and even would start to ask you to dance

The one time you tried to dance classically you somehow kicked him in the balls

Yeah you’re never trying that again

Tate is traumatized

Kit Walker:

It would be after the kids went to bed

You shyly asked him, and you’d be embarrassed when he walked away

But your embarrassment soon melted away when you heard slow romantic music playing from the living room

You walk out the kitchen and into the main area, when you feel Kit wrap his arms around your waist and kiss the side of your face

He takes your hand and leads you over to a spot that doesn’t have anything in the way and starts slow dancing with you

You rest your head against his chest, and he rests his against your head

Kyle Spencer:

You both couldn’t fall asleep one night, and so you started talking to one another

Kyle asked you what you had always wanted to do, and you said slow dance at a random time like they always did in movies

So he got up out of bed and offered a hand to you

You gave him a questioning look, but took his hand in yours anyway

He lead you out into the living room and went over to his laptop and played slow music

So there you two were, slow dancing at 3 am on a Tuesday, Kyle in pajama pants and a t-shirt, and you in a hoodie and sweats

Kai Anderson:

You were 4 months pregnant with Kai’s “messiah” baby

Kai was very over protective of you and didn’t let you do anything by yourself, or anything you wanted to do

So when he was in bed reading over some notes, you got down next to him and huffed

He looked over at you and asked you what the matter was

You explained your frustration in not doing anything for yourself, not being able to do anything, and at some point in your rant you kind of lost focus of your point, so you said “I should be able to dance if I want to!”

He looked at you, blinked, and got up and stared at you with an expression that said “get the fuck up”

So you did, confused, and to your surprise, he took wrapped you in a hug and started swaying you both back and forth

Evan Peters:

When Evan got home from filming Dahmer one day, he looked very exhausted and his mental health was declining

You had tried to plan things with him, but he never wanted to go out anymore

He got home, offered you a small smile, and went to the bedroom to lay down

You followed him, with a package in your hand

You sat down on his bed and rubbed his back, gesturing that you wanted to talk to him

He looked up at you, and you handed him the package

He opened it, and inside was Just Dance 2022

He smiled widely and got up, going to the living room

You followed and he had set up the game

You spent all night playing Just Dance with him and it was amazing

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v-love · 1 year

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Happy New Year!!!

I hope everyone has a good start to the year!!

“I Already Know” is still in the works and should be coming out soon!

“Baby Steps” chapter 3 will be worked on after I publish “I Already Know”.

“Christmas Blues” will be worked on after I finish and publish “Baby Steps”.

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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nothins gonna hurt you baby | ahs asylum ; k.walker

tag list babes || req rules / fandoms+characters reqs open || send me asks? || masterlist

CHAPTERS ;

Not sure if this is gonna have more than one part, tbh. But my AHS masterlist can be found here.

AUTHORS NOTES;

This one is gonna have dark themes jsyk. So this was inspired by a headcanons req I got recently and it re-ignited my love for Kit Walker from AHS Aslyum, so.. Here we are. Buckle up. It's gonna be an interesting ride to say the least. aka, ashes is going to have to do loooots of research to pull this one off accurately. This probably won't follow along with Asylum's plot if, and a huge if, I choose to make this into a multi part thing. For now, it's a oneshot. Just to be safe.

A huuuge thanks to everyone reading / encouraging my bullshit because when I started posting my writing on here again after my hiatus, I came back with nothing beyond the expectation to get my ideas out of my head before they drive me insane. You guys don't know how much your interactions have blown me away, seriously. They've been a huge motivator for me to keep going, the likes, the comments, the reblogs / reblogs with tags, all of it. They all blow me away and I can't even begin to explain it.

SUMMARY;

-- he is your protector.

PAIRING;

Kit Walker x Fem!reader ( Beyond having female parts / outfits + personality that will come if I write more to this sooner or later, she's a blank slate?)

WARNINGS;

murder implied, mental illness, trauma, hints of an arranged ab*sive marriage -in all forms, questionable practices from the 50's era asylums, blood / injuries, reader is non-verbal and her mind has mostly blocked out the crime she's committed that got her sent to Briarcliffe to begin with. The guards, nuns / orderlies mistreating the patients -this sadly, was commonplace back in the day, Protective!Kit should be his own warning. Writer advises that if you can't handle a little darkness in your reading experience or you have trauma related to any of the above that it's probably better advised that you don't read this because writer is not trying to traumatize anyone. Writer is also not a doctor, law enforcement official or a medical professional / psychologist of any shape/form and there may be inaccuracies that slip through.

TAGLIST;

@krys-orion is the only person on my ahs taglist. If you read the warnings and you can't read this, love, I completely understand because this is not the stuff I typically post. If you want to be on my AHS taglist please click the link above.

OTHER STUFF;

Loosely based on AHS Asylum's season. There will probably be a lot of changes made and/or it may not use events in said season at all. Please read the warnings above, cannot stress this enough. Fun fact. This is named after a Cigarettes After Sex song on my filth writing playlist.

You keep to yourself because it’s easier. Everything is scary for you, there’s too many people and too much noise and some of them are big, mean and scary. And then there’s the orderlies and the nuns and they’re terrifying.

You’ve been abandoned in hell. Nobody’s swooping in to save the day. It’s either Briarcliffe or prison for you and you’re lucky you got sent here even though it doesn’t feel like it most days.

The reality hits hard and it hits fast and in the end, you decide that maybe it’s just better. At least in Briarcliffe, he can’t put his hands on you anymore. He can’t try to force you to be intimate with him just because you’re his wife and that’s how it’s supposed to be. You don’t have to look at him, you don’t have to smell the whiskey on his breath or hear him mock you when you won’t pretend to love him.

What the hell did he expect?

You never wanted to marry him in the first place, your parents and his set it all up like a business transaction. To be fair, this is kind of what it was. You were a peace offering from your family to his .And you went along with it because you were meek and mild and too afraid to stand your ground. Until one day, you weren’t anymore.

,, and anyway, he can’t hurt you anymore now can he?” it’s the fragmented sliver of reality that slips in and jars you.

They keep saying you killed him but it’s all a blur. Blood on your hands, the clink of a tire tool on the concrete out in the garage, the death wheeze when you bent down to watch the life leave his eyes that last time he laid hands on you and you finally snapped. You might have killed him, who knows -you did kill him and you know you did. The doctor in here keeps saying it’s your mind block the trauma when you tell people that he’s alive and kicking and you’re afraid one day he’ll get his hands on you again. And maybe it is. But the fear is real. It’s ever-present and there’s nothing you can do to get rid of it.

Today is your first day in the common area, your first day off of solitary. You’re led in with shackles around your wrist -this is a joke, it’s not like you need restraint, you killed the only person you’ve ever wanted to, after all. And you’re led to a chair next to the big windows with a view of the garden on the grounds.

“You keep actin real good, sweetheart.. You be good t’ me and I might get ‘em to let you out, get some color in those cheeks again.” the guard’s words sound so much like him that your fists clench before you can stop it, your nails leaving crescents in your palm because you dig in so hard as the fear settles in. He takes off the shackles so you can move freely. You’re still trying to figure out why they were necessary. Flinching when the guard leans into you real close and winks. “I’ll come round later, sweetheart. You best be good to me.”

And then a loud voice behind you. Heavy accent.

Shouting and shoving, a brown haired man and the guard rolling on the floor.

The fight’s broken up and the guard goes off to fix his injuries. The brown haired man sits down on the sill of the window. “Name’s Kit.”

You give him a weak smile and your eyes dart around, it’s almost as if you’re terrified that any minute, he’ll jump out, drag you by your hair down the corridor because you’re so close to another man.

You’re non-verbal for the most part, so you pick up the pen and notepad left behind for you.

I’m ___.

Kit furrows his brows and stares at you a few seconds when you shove the notepad at him. He finally takes it, brown eyes dancing over the words, a roguish grin playing at nice lips. He’s got a kind face and if you were more talkative, -maybe one day, the thought comes, you’d tell him so.

For now, you keep it to yourself.

He takes the pen from your hands and you bite your lip when rough and thick digits brush against your smaller and more delicate fingers. He’s got his head dipped low, eyes trained on the notepad. As his tongue rolls over his lips, he writes out what he wants to say to you.. Just in case all the noise and talking bothers you or somethin.

– That’s a pretty name, dollface. Heard what that guard said to y’. He won’t bother you again. I promise.

He holds out the notepad and you take it, biting your lips as you read over what he’s written out. You glance up at him and he’s studying you, curious.

It’s almost like he wants to ask you something, he’s just not going to.

- Thank you. You can call me whatever you like. Please don’t get yourself hurt or in any kind of trouble with the orderlies on my account, Kit. Please don’t.

You hold it back out to him and he takes it, reading. Dragging a big and rough hand through dark brown hair. Chuckling as he rubs his chin and thinks for a few seconds before reaching out to take the pen.

- Think I’m gonna call you doll. Dollface. You’re cute. Don’t worry your pretty little head, doll. Y’ need somebody to look out for y’, alright? Trust me.

He holds the notepad and pen back out to you and you take it, twisting the pen between your fingers as you gaze at the words on the paper. You can feel your cheeks burn when you read what he’s said about you being cute. It’s probably the first nice thing anyone’s ever said to you. You glance up at him and shake your head no at him, frowning. Then you take the pen and start to write out your response.

-Kit.. Please don’t. It’s not worth the trouble, okay?

It is, doll. And I’m going to, whether y’ want me to or not.

You sigh when he shows you the notepad. He’s probably one of those stubborn types. Nothing you say will matter, he’s going to do what he wants, regardless.

Do you want to walk around? The guard is full of shit. You can walk, you just can’t go out yet. They did it to me too.

You nod and he holds out his hand. You gaze at it warily but you reach out and you take hold of it. Kit pulls you up from where you’re sitting and he leads you out of the room. As you roam the halls with him, he tells you about what got him put in, he tells you that he knows some of why you were put in too and you swallow hard when he admits that. As you round a corner, he stops you both, putting a hand up against the column of your neck. “This is.. It’s okay, right?”

You nod. He smiles a little, it’s a sweet little grin, his cheeks turning a pale pink. “I’m gonna take care of you now, alright? Everything is gonna be just fine, doll.”

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ilongfor-the-arts · 1 year

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Hello! Please can I request an angst fan fic about Kit Walker from American Horror Story x fem reader, where the reader is a patient in the asylum as well and she is forced to watch Kit taking a harsh caning punishment because he took the blame for her fault, and then after it she also goes comfort him? thank u very much :)

I’ll Live

Pairing: Kit Walker x fem! Reader

Warnings: whipping, blood

Summary: *in req*

Word Count: 1.5k

Disclaimer: I’m sorry! I know you said angst but I couldn’t figure out how to fit that in! Hope this is still up your standards!

“Y/N. Would you come with me please?”

My heart skipped a beat. Being asked to accompany Sister Jude was almost never a good sign. I gulped, my mind scrambling for an explanation.

Shit.

I was starving. I figured a small piece of bread from the kitchen would do no harm.

That's exactly what it was, wasn't it?

I'm going to get whipped for that.

I stood up and wiped my mouth with my napkin. I drew my movements out to avoid giving Sister Jude the impression that I was nervous. On my plate, I shakily arranged all of my silverware into a neat pile.

I flashed Sister Jude a faux smile.

“Of course! Lead the way sister.”

Sister Jude led me through the asylum's bustling halls. I despised this place. I need help! I don’t need to be locked up in a psych ward with people who wouldn't hesitate to eat human feces. Unfortunately, being a young girl suddenly thrown in an asylum meant being subjected to unwanted attention. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get rid of the piercing stares that made me feel grimy. I knew this place by heart, and with Sister Jude's heavy footfalls to guide me, I could find my way.

Besides, I was aware that we were headed to the main office. The infamous office where disobedient children went to be punished.

My cheap slippers slid across the damp floors. A scream cut through the din. I didn't flinch. Hearing screams in a mental institution was like hearing crying at a funeral. It was to be expected.

“Hey! You know I despise loud noises! Keep that up and it’ll be bare bones for you this evening”

I cast a half-lidded glance at Sister Jude. She was pointing at a man with one long, scraggly finger extended. His skin was covered in blisters that were bright red and leaking pus. His eyes were deep caves of dark brown. As he screamed and slammed into the door, there was nothing behind them. He was a hollow shell. This asylum had ripped out his soul.

Poor thing.

“I’ll send the doctor in for ya’.”

The patient hushed, recoiling back into the void. Sister Jude cast a glance over her shoulder.

“Apologies honey. You know how people can get around these parts.”

I fought the urge to scoff at that statement. The sisters transformed humans into bloodthirsty, soulless monsters. I'd bet a million dollars that those harsh correction methods contributed to that patient's deteriorating condition.

“Yes, I do sister.”

Sister Jude motioned for me to come forward. I followed in her footsteps. We eventually arrived at the dreaded office. My stomach dropped to the floor. I clench my teeth, my mind already dreading whatever they had in store for me.

It was not on my list of possibilities to see Kit Walker bent over the desk, his strong back on full display.

My body stopped.

I didn’t move.

I didn’t breathe.

I didn’t blink.

“Kit?”

Kit cast a glance behind him. He didn't even say hello, which surprised me. He maintained his stoicism. Oh God, what have they done to him?

“Now, Mrs Y/N.”

I averted my gaze from Kit and returned it to Sister Jude. She was taking long, slow strides forward to emphasize her words. She approached the desk, turning on her heels and glaring at me.

Sister Jude pretended to be sympathetic. The sisters all pretended to be nice. But at their core, they were all evil. Even if they did not subject their patients to harsh treatment, they still sit back and observe it.

“We have reason to believe that you stole something from the kitchen a few days ago. Mr. Walker here says that it was him. Frankly, we believe he is taking the blame for you.”

Kit’s back was to me. But I could tell he was rolling his eyes by the subtle movements of his head.

“Oh come on sister! Why would I lie about something as stupid as bread?”

Sister Jude jerked her head to the side. Her glare had shifted to Kit.

“Because you know the punishment for stealing Mr. Walker. Stealing is not virtuous. And we always pride ourselves on the unquestionable virtue of our patients. If someone were to tarnish this reputation or ours, we’d lose our credibility.”

Sister Jude’s words were soft, but her undertone was laced with venom.

“Oh fuck that-”

“Language!”

My knees shook. I did not like where this was going.

“Anyway, Miss. Y/N. If you can look me in the eyes and deny that it was you who stole, then I will take your word for it.”

I gulped, a lump forming in my throat.

“Oh for the last time she didn’t do anything! I’ve told you ten times! Why aren-”

“Quiet! I want to hear from Miss. Y/N.”

I exhaled shakily.

I wanted to confess. But I knew that lying was considered as bad as stealing. The best outcome was for me to lie, as much as I disliked doing so.

“I didn’t steal Sister Jude.”

The lie was not convincing.

“Do you promise?”

I nodded meekly.

“Yes, I promise.”

Kit breathed a sigh of relief. Sister Jude pursed her lips into a straight line.

“Alright then.”

She moved to the other side of the desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a small makeshift whip made of old barbed wire wrapped around leather.

“Frankly, I’m still not convinced you’re telling the truth.”

Sister Jude walked over to where Kit was positioned, his whole body tense with nerves.

“So, you’re going to watch as I deliver fifteen lashes to your sweet Kit. And perhaps that will drive a confession out of you.”

My stomach flipped.

No.

“Come on Sister Jude that’s just cruel-”

“Shut your mouth Mr. Walker.”

My teeth chattered.

No.

This wasn’t really happening.

There was no way in hell.

Sister Jude light stroked the whip, moving behind Kit's body. Her black veil reflected the light streaming in through the large windows, giving her an ethereal appearance. She was taking on the role of a god, inflicting punishment on mere mortals who had done wrong.

The whip pierced the still air. Kit convulsed. His back appeared untouched at first. Then, in the wake of the whip, a deep red gash appeared. Thick droplets of blood were trickling down his back, seeping into his pristine white pants.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes.

Sister Jude slashed his porcelain skin with whip after whip, leaving a messy trail of red gashes. I couldn't bring myself to close my eyes. Sister Jude will know, and the number of gashes will be increased. Kit barely made a sound, save for a few small whines that slipped through his lips now and then.

I was sick to my stomach at the sight. Especially knowing everything was entirely my fault. I wanted to rush over to him, bandage him, and kiss his wounds until they healed.

Sister Jude's annoyance grew with each slash. She wanted me to get down on my knees and confess to my crimes. But I fought to the best of my abilities. I bit my lower lip and blinked away the tears. I'm not going to give her the satisfaction of knowing she's crawling under my skin.

“Alright, that’s enough for now Mr. Walker.”

She was irritated. She was practically fuming. Sister Jude threw the whip to the ground, turned, and bolted out the door. Her head was bowed low.

She was defeated.

My stoic demeanor was broken the moment the lock clicked into place.

Kit collapsed to the ground, his back and pants drenched in dark crimson blood. I rushed over to him, tears streaming down my cheekbones.

“Kit! Are you alright?”

I was aware of the irony of the statement. He most definitely was not okay. But no words could be uttered that would truly convey the extent of my gratitude.

My soft hands cradled his face. He was drenched in perspiration. A pool of blood was forming beneath him. Nonetheless, his eyes appeared to be alive, and his mouth resembled the shape of a faint smile.

They wouldn’t be able to break him in here. I was sure of it.

“I’m just dandy.”

He said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. I laughed loudly through my heavy stream of tears.

“I can’t believe you-you just did that for me!”

Kit was starting to fade. The loss of blood was undoubtedly causing him to lose consciousness. But he fought it, refusing to let the comfort of sleep overcome him.

“I’d do anything for you baby. Fifteen lashes is nothing when I know I’m doin’ it for you.”

I placed a tender kiss on Kit's cold lips. When I drew back, I noticed Kit's smile had grown significantly.

“Don’t cry baby. I’ll live.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Obviously I’m gonna cry. I’m watching the man of my dreams being whipped by a mean old nun.”

Kit chuckled, his face growing pale. He found it increasingly difficult to keep his eyes open. Shit, he needed a doctor.

“Did you see her face? God, she was so pissed off.”

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