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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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UHMM HIII I LOVE UR WRITING SO SO MUCH ITS SO GOOD!!! uhm if ur taking requests,, do you think you could something domestic and smutty with a married reader x kit walker ,,, doing the do by the fireplace when he gets home from work,, feel free to change the prompt or not do this entirely i promise i dont mind ❤️❤️ u gotta do whats best for u!!
𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲 || 𝐤𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
♰ summary: kit has to work overtime, but knows it’ll be worth it when he comes home for a quickie
♰ warnings: cute kit smut (not a warning, a blessing) piv, short, definitely not proofread
♰ notes: WHAT? by far fav request - ALSO YOURE SO SWEET WHAT?? ILY BE MY BFF 4EVERA (also who wants to be a sweetheart and work with me, it would be so fun to have a partner omg)
also, can someone give me feedback on what i can improve on?? i’ve never been super great at smut writing and i really wanna get better, you can just drop it in the ask box (i already know i should be more detailed, i need tips on that) 🎀 also, what pov do y’all want these in? 1st, 3rd, or keep it 2nd??
while kit didn’t work late every day, it happened enough for you to know that he’d be extra tired when he got home. you currently stood over the sink, finishing up the dishes left over from making dinner. it was a quiet night, the house warm and dimly lit, your dog, pumpkin, curled up on the couch. a scratchy record spun on the player, the faint sound of one of frank sinatra’s christmas vinyls producing a cozy vibe in the living room.
the back door clicks, kit shuffling in and dropping his work over-shirt on the counter. “hey, suga’,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “hey, there,” you smile, feeling soft kisses being pressed against the side of your neck. kit was always a sweetheart, no matter how tired he was.
the poor thing was so overworked, you could tell. you turn, giving your husband a quick kiss. “go sit down, dinner’s on the table. i’ll make you some tea,” you offer, pushing him out of the kitchen and tossing his work shirt into the laundry room. “you’re a doll,” he grins, giving you a wink. with a playful roll of your eyes, you step back into the kitchen, putting a kettle on the stove.
as you wait for the water to boil, you peek into the dining room, where kit ate dinner by alone. checking the clock on the wall, you’re surprised by how late it had actually was. you felt bad for kit, wishing there was more you could do than just make him tea.
well.
pouring the water into a mug and dropping in a tea bag, you return to kit, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “here, hon. leave the plate, we can go sit on the couch, watch some tv if you’re not too tired,” you say, rubbing his back. he smiles up at you, taking the mug into his own hand. “that sounds nice,” he nods, standing and leading you into the living room.
he sets his tea on the coffee table, shooing pumpkin away. “get off the couch, dog, you’ve got a whole bed right there,” he huffs, pumpkin grunting and flopping over on the floor. “you gonna die anytime soon?” kit teases, nudging the poor old dog with his foot. “kit,” you gasp, smacking his shoulder. he hated that damn dog, it got on his last nerve, leaving fur all over his furniture and holes in his yard, but you loved the thing.
“he can’t even move, baby, you think he’s gonna live another 3 years?” kit jokes, raising an eyebrow. (surprise, pumpkin lived another four years, much to kit’s dismay.) “i thought you loved dogs,” you scoff, bending over to pat pumpkin’s head. “that’s not a dog, that’s the devil. he stands up and talks to me when you’re not around,” he teases, smirking down at you. “oh, yeah? what’s he say?” you ask, unamused. kit pretends to think for a moment, tapping his chin. “that he’s gonna take over my house, eat all our food.”
you shake your head, standing again and putting your hands on your hips. “pumpkin loves you, you be good to him,” you scold, pointing a finger at your silly husband. he just grins, bringing your hand to his lips. he looks around, noticing how dark it’d gotten. “i’m gonna make a fire,” kit announces, moving to kneel at the fireplace, sliding in a few logs. he pulls an old lighter from his pocket, lighting some kindling, and throwing it into the mix.
pumpkin stands, trotting off once the fire is lit. “don’t you go get on my bed,” kit shouts, though pumpkin’s probably already beat him to it. you roll your eyes, sitting down next to him on the carpet. “be nice to him, he’s old,” you say, though you couldn’t seem to hold back your laugh. kit chuckles, pulling you into his side. his lips find your neck again, the crackling of the fire soft.
“you could be real nice to me, y’know,” kit says, his hand finding the hem of your dress, tugging on it. you should’ve seen that coming, but your cheeks still heat up. “kit, it’s late,” you say, putting your hand over his. “c’mon angel, i need to be in that pretty pussy. work was killin’ me today, i couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you,” he mumbles, nipping at your shoulder.
his words drive you crazy, and not even a minute later, you’re letting him lay you back against the carpet. god, did this man have you wrapped around his finger. “you don’t even know how beautiful you are. make me loose my mind, those eyes,” he rambles, kissing your cheek and lifting your dress. you couldn’t tell if the fire was making you hot or if it was kit. he sits up on his knees, pushing his pants down with a sense of urgency.
“let me,” you tell him, hooking your finger in the band of his briefs and sliding them off. you repeat this action with your own underwear, letting the lace drop around your ankles. “i’ll be quick, i swear,” he says, tugging on your legs so they wrap loosely around his hips. “it’s alright,” you say, shaking your head. kit was always in a rush when he was tired, but you’d gotten used to the quick rounds around the house.
“is this alright,” he asks, bringing the palm of you hand to his lips as the head of his cock prods at your entrance. you nod, wiggling your hips a bit to get more comfortable. you were already dripping, something as simple as kits words could get you going. he leans down, kissing you sweetly as he buries himself in your cunt, letting out a sigh. “feels so good, always so good f’me,” he praises, kissing your chin and your nose. your hips buck against his, giving him the signal to move.
he brushes his thumb against your clit, sending a spark to your core. it wasn’t long before both of you were coming undone, kits face buried in the crook of your neck. “so, so pretty, i love you so much. my beautiful girl,” he huffs, thrusting into you one last time. you could feel his grin against your neck, you already knew he was going to say something stupid.
“maybe in nine months i’ll have two beautiful girls.”
“go to bed.”
urghh not my best?? i love him so much though
i’ve been imagining him as a girl dad because he’s the perfect girl dad but he’d be so happy to be playing catch with a son who wants to be just like him omg ☹️☹️
ok nvm just thought about him wearing a tiara and having a tea party with his daughter
i’ll probably read this later and fix any spelling mistakes but i’m exhausted
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Okay so you know the ‘temple is sentient’ theory. You know the ‘force ghosts are real’ established canon from nearly the beginning of it all. You know that Obi-Wan’s biggest regret about the temple is that they couldn’t save the younglings. What some of you don’t know is that I am obsessed with ghosts and that makes the murder house plotline (and the constant throw backs) one of my favorites, and I’ve been catching up with AHS lately and I’m on Return to the Murder House and it’s giving me a lot of fucking feelings.
What I want now, is an AU where the temple held onto the children’s ghosts. Not out of malice, but because a Sidious was trying to capture the souls as they escaped to the afterlife to use them. Gain power with them. What if the temple was smart enough to pull itself into lockdown. What if those children and elderly masters were the last good thing on the planet because the temple pulled itself into a shield to protect the weak and little.
So. One day the war ends. At least the war against the Sith himself. And Anakin and Obi-Wan are left to drift, and brought back to the member of the temple that cannot be breached. It created a maze of hallways at the beginning that would spit you right back out every time. There was no secret passage inside the temple. None at all.
But of course, Qui-Gon comes to take both sons by the hand and tell them about the younglings and clones and Jedi ghosts that are filling the halls. Waiting till they feel safe and happy enough in the force to move on. How did the masters and younglings who died outside the temple get back? Mostly Qui-Gon, sometimes Yoda or Mace, or the guards of the temple. The ones that play with the mazes to get the wrong people back out.
Going back to the temple, it’s shockingly clean. No bodies up here. Just a lot of empty corridors. Peoples apartments are clean. The healing halls are functional, the gardens are green. Maybe it’s time to bring back Organa and Skywalker, to the place they should have been raised. They tell Luke not just to bring children like an idiot, bring their whole families.
They can control who comes and goes. And those who are allowed to be there have the run of that choice.
They hear giggles around corners. Shy masters sitting in the archives telling the same stories to the younglings over and over. Padawans playing hide and seek with kids. That big shiny Mando that brought his whole covert to seek shelter from those that hurt Mandalorians. The clones and others who talk to the convert like they’re the same.
Ethereal and unknowing and all encompassing, spanning more generations than it should. And finally the little ones are healing again.
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𝑭𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹, 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀 - 𝑲𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑹
𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻
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𝑦/𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒:
Kit places his veiny hands on my waist and thrusts inside of me deeper. I moaned gently and quietly. My mind was foggy, my legs were hurting and my eyes were heavy. The pleasure was so hypnotic and addicting that I couldn't get enough of it, I wanted to feel this every single day. He presses his lips against my neck and bites on it harshly. He puts his mouth to my ear and moans into it softly before speaking.
"I want you to ride me, love." He whispers. Hearing his voice made me feel so much more aroused and titillated. He takes himself out of me and we quickly switch positions, making me on top of him. As soon as I placed him back inside of me he groaned, grabbing onto my ass tightly and thrusting harder. It felt beyond good, it was unexplainable pleasure.
I grind myself against him slowly and he slaps my ass hardly. "Faster, baby." I listened to him and started grinding against him faster. It was such a blissful sight to see him moaning and groaning, it gave me more motivation to make him feel good. “Oh, god, yes, just like that, babe..shit!” He closes his eyes, biting his lip hard as he continues to move his hips up and down. I clenched myself around him, causing him to moan louder and harder. His body began to tense up and shake, and I could tell he was about to cum. I pushed myself up on my knees and grabbed the sides of his face, kissing him deeply.
“Don’t come yet, baby, I’m almost there..” I whispered in his ear quietly, he lets out a little whine and I could tell he was trying his best not to let go. I then start bouncing up and down on him, making sure I hit all his spots. He grabs onto me and pulls me towards him, pulling me close and wrapping his arms around me. I continue to bounce up and down, feeling him pulsating inside of me.
“Fuckk…mhm..y/n..” He moans loudly into my ear, panting heavily. “I can’t hold on anymore, Y/n...I’m gonna cum..” He whispers to me. I nod my head up and down slightly, signaling that I was okay with it. Sweat was dripping at the sides of his face and seconds went by his moans got louder and louder until he finally reached his high, letting out a loud whine. “Mmmh..oh fuck..” He moans, holding onto me tightly as he releases deep inside of me. I gasp for air and take a deep breath, continuing to ride him. I place my hand on his chest and rub circles around his nipples. He groans and grunts in pleasure, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier. I keep going, riding him even harder.
Then, I feel this powerful sensation take control of my body and I let go of all of my energy, “Ohh, Kit..” I whisper as I collapse on top of him, feeling tired and satisfied. We both laid there, breathing heavily. We make eye contact and Kit decides to put my face closer to his and place his soft lips against mine. He kisses me softly and I feel his tongue brush against my lips. I open my mouth and allow him to kiss me deeper. He starts to suck on my bottom lip and I moan softly, closing my eyes. He then licks my tongue, causing me to shiver in excitement. He then bites my lower lip lightly, and I whimper. He then moves his hand down to my breast and squeezes it.
“Do you want to go again?” He asks, gently. I nod my head and he smiles. He then pushes my hair away from my face and kisses me again. He places his fingers against my cheek and rubs them along my jawline. He lifts me up off of him and lays me on the bed. He then crawls up next to me, placing his body on top of mine. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. “You are so beautiful, Y/n.” I smiled softly, I’ve always loved the way he would compliment me. He kisses me again and starts to stroke my hair. He looks down at me and I look up at him, there was so much lust in his eyes. And that’s when I knew that tonight was going to be a very long night..
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A/N: Sorry it was short but overall how was it?
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Hi!! Can I request an angsty / dark themed fic about Kit Walker in Briarcliff pretty pls? <3
heyy! I've had so much Inspiration from this request as I rewatched asylum not too long ago :) here u go luv !
word count; 600
warnings; dark themes, angst, violence, kit trying to escape lol
Trapped In Briarcliff
The air in Briarcliff hung heavy with the weight of despair, the whispers of tormented souls echoing through It's dimly lit halls. Among the inmates, Kit Walker stood a solitary figure, accused of crimes he did not commit, trapped in a nightmare from which he could not escape.
It began on a fateful night, when the body of a young nurse was discovered within the confines of Briarcliff. The authorities wasted no time in pointing their fingers at Kit, already marked by the shame of his past. Despite his protests of innocence, sister Jude did not wanna hear anything, locking up the man in an underground dark cell with nothing but dampened walls, his pleas falling on deaf ears.
As the days turned into weeks, Kit found himself captured in a web of suspicion and deception, his every move surveyed by those who saw him as nothing more than a monster. The true killer remained at large, lurking in the shadows, their identity shrouded in mystery. Alone and isolated, Kit was consumed by a sense of helplessness, his spirit broken by the relentless onslaught of accusations and scorn. But amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope remained--a glimmer of defiance that burned bright within him.
Kit sat alone in the dimly lit corner of his room, the cold stone walls closing in around him like a vice. The echoes of distant screams reverberated through the air, a haunting reminder of the horrors that lurked within Briarcliff's walls.
His mind raced with thoughts of escape, a desperate longing to break free from the suffocating grasp of the asylum that held him captive. With every fiber of his being, Kit yearned for the open sky, the feel of fresh air against his skin, for the chance to reclaim his freedom.
Despite the risks, Kit could not shake the burning desire that smoldered within him--a fierce determination to defy the odds and forge his own path to freedom. With each passing moment, the urge to escape grew stronger, fueling his resolve to break free from the chains that bound him.
Kit's heart pounded with fear as he crept through the dimly lit corridors, his every step muffled by the oppressive silence that hung heavy in the air. The taste of freedom lingered tantalizingly on the edge of his lips, driving him forward despite the gnawing sense of dread that gnawed at his insides.
But just as he reached the main doors to freedom, desperately trying to get out of this hell-like place, a sharp voice cut through the darkness, freezing him in his tracks. "Where do you think you're going Walker?" It was the unmistakable voice of one of the guards, a hulking figure whose mere presence sent shivers down Kit's spine.
Before he could react, strong hands seized him roughly, dragging him back into the suffocating embrace of Briarcliff. The orderly's eyes burned with fury as he delivered a punishing blow to kit's stomach, the force of it knocking the breath from his lungs.
Pain exploded through Kit's body as he crumpled to the ground, gasping for air as the world spun dizzily around him. But even as he lay broken and defeated, a defiant spark flickered in his eyes, refusing to be extinguished by the darkness that threatened to consume him.
As the guard raised his hand for another blow, Kit braced himself for the inevitable onslaught, steeling his resolve against the torment that awaited him. For in that moment, he knew that no matter how hard they tried to break him; his spirit would remain unbroken, a beacon of defiance in the face of oppression.
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The Interrogation
Kai Anderson x Reader
Summary: Your husband is a suspect in a murder case that he most definitely committed. So, the cops bring you in for questioning.
"Mrs Anderson, we just have a couple of simple questions about your husband." two detectives sat down in front of you, you just wanted to roll your eyes but instead went along with it. "You do know why you are here right?"
"No. I do not." you said and from that point on, it was game on.
"Beverly Whells was found dead a week ago near the college your husband teaches at, in fact, she was one of his students. We suspect him to be the killer. And we have a couple of questions, such as where were you last Wednesday between 3pm until next morning."one of them asked as he put down pictures of Beverly in front of you on the table.
"Last Wednesday, I went home from work and stopped by a store to grab some things for dinner. I arrived home around 6pm and started to make dinner."
"Where was your husband at that point? Or rather, where did you believe he was?"
"He was already home by the time I arrived as he usually is. He gets off early on Wednesdays and Fridays," you replied as you leaned back in your chair.
"Did you know Beverly?"
"I might have seen her on campus once or twice. I never pay much attention to the students."
"Where was your husband last Wednesday night?"
"In bed with me. As he always is."
"How can you be sure he didn't leave to meet up with Ms Whells?" asked the other detective.
"I'm a light sleeper, I wake up to the smallest things. I would have noticed if he moved." you let out a long sigh, so he was the bad cop.
"We believe it was your husband who killed this girl. Now, we are not sure if you were also a part of this or not Mrs Anderson."
"Why would any of us want to kill her?"
"Maybe you got jealous? Young woman, always around your husband... Perhaps they had an affair and you took revenge." you laughed at that.
"If it would have been me, you wouldn't have found her." the way you said it with such confidence and with that cold stare, sent shivers down the detective's spine. "My husband and I were sleeping that night. I can give you our home camera footage, we never left the house. Can I go now?"
"Yes, and we do want the camera footage." you nodded at both detectives before heading out.
Kai was waiting for you next to your car.
"How did it go?" he asked with a childish smile.
"They are just as stupid as you said they would be." he pulled you close and kissed your temple.
"One step closer to complete my plan," he said with a wide grin and you smiled at him as you leaned up to give him a kiss.
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Kit fanfic where reader takes the blame for him in the asylum and gets punished? Thanks :)
Absolutely! I hope you enjoy it. I didn't have much time but I hope it's OK. Xx
Protection..
*warnings, abuse, pain, punishment, foul language*
You sat playing noughts and crosses. You're pretty sure it was your 100th game of the afternoon, just like it was the 100th time that darn song was played in the common room, over and over and over again, that song haunted your dreams, you heard it even when it wasn't playing.
" Well, it looks like I've won again." Kit laughed. He was the only thing that got you through the day. You thought about seeing his face to get you through each night. Together, you made this place more bareable, if that's what you could call it. Kit lit you a cigarette and passed it to you, "thanks, Kit." You gave him a smile, and he gave you a wink in return, "Any time, darlin, " Oh how you loved hearing him call you that. You had been here for a year, well it felt like 10, Kit had arrived halfway through, he was a mess when he arrived, because he lost his wife, not only that but they say he killed her, he says he didn't and you believe him. He never talks about the ungodly things he saw that night, but his screams from his nightmares are enough for you to understand, he is like you and you aren't like the people in here, you don't belong here, you aren't evil people, you arnt cold hearted killers. You breathed out the smoke from your lungs, and your thoughts were interrupted by the doors smashing open and the music coming to an abrupt stop. You knew this wasn't a good thing, Sister Jude would only stop the music if someone was in trouble and trouble meant punishment.
Sister Jude didn't believe in mental illness. She thought it was a fashionable explanation for sin. She truly believed that the abuse and punishments (the long lists of punishments) were carried out in the name of salvation. Her twisted mind really believed what she was doing was good. You often thought she must enjoy torturing as she did it so much, everyone dreded her presence, because with that, she bought fear.
"Quiet now, line yourselves up, someone here as committed a misdeed," she hissed, the sound of her feet walking up and down the queue of you all echoed through your ears, She stopped in front of Kit and then infront of you, "you two in my office " she screamed, you could see the fear in Kits eyes, it poured out of them, he had suffered to much pain from Sister Jude because of the story he told her about the night his wife was killed, she tried to beat his beleifs out of him. You wondered what it was that had happened. What misdeeds have been committed? And that's when your mind shot back to this morning.
"There is no one I'd rather roll dough with," Kit laughed. You worked together every other morning, making bread rolls. You savoured this time, time away from the music, time away from everybody else. You laughed and joked, for this time working, you forgot, you forgot where you were, you forgot about everything that had happened and things nearly felt normal. "You'd think after all this time you'd be better at it, Kit,' you joked playfully, hitting him and wiping flour on his apron, " Oh darlin my talents are in other places" he winked pulling you up against him and pressing his lips against yours, it felt as if your surroundings disappeared. You pictured yourself kissing him in a house you both just bought, boxes everywhere. The only worries you had were paint colours and carpets. Kit went to lift you up onto the countertop, but your passion was ended by the sound of him knocking off the tray of bread rolls you had just prepared. They were all over the floor and ruined. You both froze. "Oh no, what have I done?" he whispered. It wasn't the bread rolls that brought him so much concern it was the punishment that would follow the discovery. " We are going to have to hide them, put the others in the oven, and get rid of the evidence," you said, before you knew it you were both trying to stuff the rolls into the bin, right at the bottom moving past all the other rubbish, in hopes no one would notice, you both thought it might just work.
But here you were, both being led into the office of the torturer that was Sister Jude. It obviously didn't work. You looked at Kit as you both walked through the office door. He looked towards the cupboard, which held the pain eflicting canes. It was as if just by looking at it all that all the pain had felt in his life came flashing back, he was petrified. "Now you both know why you are here. You were the ones in the kitchen this morning. It seems you can not resist sin, and evil must be met with evil, " she said, with a grin. " So, which one of you was it? Or was it both of you?" She demanded answers. You knew you had to do this, Kit didn't deserve any more pain. You didn't want him to feel any more pain, the look on his face. You knew he would break if he felt the cane against his skin once more. Kit cleared his throat and was about to speak. You knew he would admit what he had done. He wasn't a liar, he always admitted his wrongs, but before he could, you yelled, "It was me sister, I knocked the rolls off, it had nothing to do with Kit, It happened as he was mopping the floors, he wasn't even close to them, I decided to hide them and lie to you", you tried not to look at Kits face but only Sister Judes, you wanted her to beleive you more than anything. "Hmmm, is this true, Kit? Or is Y/N trying to help you?" She said, standing right in front of his face. He didn't speak. He must have been unsure what to say. "I see, well, for your discretion, I will leave it up to you to pick which cane I will use on your friend," she laughed, unlocking the cupboard to reveal several canes starting from small and ending in extra large. "Sister, don't use any. Use one on me instead, " Kit shouted as he watched Sister Jude run her fingers along the line of canes. " So you not only refuse to answer me, but now you try to tell me how to do my job, hmm? You will sit back and watch me use a cane of my choice on your special friend, " she stopped her finger on the largest cane. You knew she was enjoying this, you looked at Kit and he mouthed the words sorry, you could see tears in his eyes, but you knew it wasnt his fault, and the truth is you would take the wrath of all of those canes if it meant he didn't have to.
"Now, I hope this will teach you a lesson, and you will think back to this before you do such things. Maybe this will teach you not to accept the sins of others, " Sister Jude snapped while pointing the desk. You knew what you had to do. You bent over the desk and lifted up your clothing to expose your back, also exposing the scars from previous torturing, the scars you had hidden from Kit. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he could see them. You braced yourself for what was going to happen, you pressed your lips together as tight as you could, you didn't want to let out a scream, you didn't want Kit to feel anyworse than he did already. You closed your eyes and listened as Sister Judes footsteps got closer to you. You heard the leather slap against her hand, the sound burnt your ears. The suspense made it worse. The wait before you were struck, you try your best to take yourself to a happy place, picturing your earlier images of you and Kit surrounded by moving boxes, It's the only thing that could help distract you.
*smack*
You felt the piping hot burn of the leather spread across your back. It hurt more over your scars. You managed to keep any signs of pain in for kits' sake, Sister Jude must not have liked that because you were sure she tried her best to get you to scream, the next 5 beatings stung more and more, your eyes were filled with tears, you couldnt help but whimper in pain, you felt on fire, your skin felt open and raw, you knew you had one more, then it would be over, you didn't think you could take one more but you had to try.
*smack*
You let out a scream, you tried to fight it but it was impossible, you could hear Kit telling Sister Jude to stop, you could hear the upset in his voice. "That's enough now Y/N, I hope you've learnt your lesson, and that you will not return to sin" she spoke these words with happiness across her face, happiness for the pain she had just caused. You tried to stand, but the pain was unbearable as your spine tried to bend straight. You felt the hands of Kit pull your clothing down to cover you up. He placed his arms around you to walk you out of the room. You looked up at him and could see his eyes were filled with tears, " Let's go, darlin," he whispered. You could feel the pain in his voice. It stung just as much as the leather.
Kit called out for Lana to get some water and something to wipe you with, "Let me clean you up, let me have a look at you" he whispered still unable to get his words out properly, he sat you down on the chair and took you in his arms, he kissed you on the forhead and asked "why did you do that? You didn't deserve that. You did nothing wrong, " you replied."No, you didn't deserve that, Kit. You've been through enough. I couldn't bare to see you in any more pain. Seeing you in pain would have been much worse than what I have just endured. " You took your hand and placed it on Kits face and said,"I'd do it a million times over to save you. "
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Hi there!! Can I request an angst with Kit Walker inside the Briarcliff Asylum please? Thank you :)
summary: Kit is losing hope of ever getting out of Briarcliff Asylum alive. That is until she shows up.
warnings: light angst
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It was beginning to become clear to Kit that there was no exit in sight. The thick, cold walls of Briarcliff were going to be where he would die.
Visions of his trauma danced in front of his eyes when they were closed, rendering his nights entirely sleepless. Shadows of figures unknown to him taunted him in the darkest hours of night. The pain he endured the night he lost Alma would radiate throughout his body. Phantom sensations that left him paralyzed by fear were a constant reminder that he was a victim of a wrong place, wrong time situation.
He was beginning to actually lose his mind.
Maybe I am going crazy, he would think. Maybe I do belong here. There's no other explanation.
Except there was. He knew he hadn't lost his mind. But he was losing his will. His strength to remain steadfast in the fact that he was innocent was waning. And that, he could do nothing about.
His days were repetitive, dragging along at an inhumanely slow pace. His best friend, the dream of escaping, became distant. Only visiting in small doses in the dead of night. A cruel best friend. One that never cared for him. One that left him with false promises and broken dreams.
He was at the end of his rope.
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That was until a new psychiatrist made an appearance in the common room. She was radiant. A face that hadn't been cracked and aged by the wet, cold, hopeless air of the asylum. She offered him a slight smile, and he felt butterflies.
For the first time in months, he felt something strong. No more apathy. For her, he felt pity, but also a strange attraction. Her positivity was only going to be squashed in time. But that smile, so friendly, full of life. Was this a sign from God? Was she his way out of here?
She sat at a table, talking to one of the asylum's newest intakes. A girl, much like him, awaiting her fate. Accused of a crime she probably committed, guessing by the constant smirk on her face. This stranger was here to evaluate her.
Kit's psychiatrist seemed set on incriminating him. He would stand trial and be killed for the Bloody Face Murders if he continued on with Dr. Thredson.
This lady, though, seemed to possess something no one else here did. Compassion. She made eye contact with people. The institutionalized. The cast-offs. She was engaged and warm. Pure sunshine.
That's why as soon as the new girl walked away from her, Kit made a beeline toward the table.
She was standing, packing her things up into a brown leather document bag when he reached her. She looked up, slightly startled by his sudden appearance.
'Hello,' she mustered. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
'Hi, uh- name's Kit,' he replied with a slight smile. She nodded.
'Nice to meet you Kit, I'm Y/N,' she extended her hand to shake his. Another gesture others couldn't muster the courtesy to give those at Briarcliff. He shook her hand and sat in the chair across from her. Unsure of what she should do, she sat as well. 'So, it's Kit - you said your name was?'
He nodded and swallowed. Casting his eyes down.
'Kit Walker,' he confirmed. He knew she'd know who he was. The killer of women. Already off to a bad start.
'Kit Walker. I'm Y/N Y/L/N. So Kit, what brings you over here?' she smiled. 'I specialize in cases of the criminally insane, and I was just about to go actually...' Kit was shocked. How does she not know who I am? Why I'm here? Is she condescending me?
'I- do you know who I am?' he managed. Looking into her eyes, he saw nothing. No recognition. Is it contempt? Does she think she's better than me? Am I losing it? he thought. She simply shook her head and kept that kind smile on her face.
'Do you know who I am?' she laughed, obviously not getting what he was saying. How?
'You know Bloody Face?' he continued.
The smile crept off her face, but a new look replaced it. Confusion. She even laughed a little, nervously.
Is she playing dumb to spare my feelings? Whatever game she's playing, I don't like it. I'm not crazy, or fucking stupid. Kit thought. His mind raced as to how she wasn't scared, horrified even. He was all over the news. Everyone in Briarcliff knew of him before he even stepped in the door.
He sat there, silently fuming as she continued to stare at him. Make eye contact. This was a fucking game, huh? Some sick game to her. To make him feel small. Stupid. He wasn't sure if it was the god-awful song playing, or the doe-eyed expression on her face that made him spiral, but he started to unravel. His frustration came to a fever pitch.
'I'M FUCKING BLOODY FACE!' he shouted, rising up out of his seat so fast that his legs hit the metal seat behind him, sending it clattering to the floor. The whole room stopped as two orderlies ran up to restrain Kit. Tears filled his eyes and anger balled up in his stomach. His face turned hot as he was dragged away, watching her remain still and calm through the ordeal. She was taunting him. She was here to hurt him, he thought. He felt that he knew it for sure.
Then, he was promptly sedated.
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He woke up hours later, strapped to a bed, with tears in his eyes. He woke up crying. He didn't even remember why.
That's what this place did to people. Broke their spirit so much that they didn't even remember why they were suffering. Just that they were in pain. So much pain.
Before he could process his surroundings, he was greeted by that face. That smile. The warm smile that set him off. In his stupor, he could barely even remember why she was an unwelcome guest. He just knew he wanted her out. Lucidity came to him in waves, and as soon as it did he managed to croak out a single,
'Go.'
His voice cracked as he continued to cry. She slowly walked over to the chair next to his bed. Placing her bag next to the seat, she lowered herself gingerly to his level. She smoothed her hair took a deep breath.
'Let's start over, Kit,' she began. 'I'm Y/N Y/L/N. I specialize in cases of the criminally insane, and I have no idea who Bloody Face is. See, I don't read the news. I don't concern myself with it. I already deal with so much pain in places like this, I don't need to learn more.'
Kit was stunned.
'I was shocked when Sister Jude brought me up to speed on who you're saying you are,' she continued. 'But I don't believe it. Not yet at least. I am a champion of giving patients the benefit of the doubt. You are a person to me. Not a case.'
'They say I killed people,' Kit cried. 'My wife. And other women. I- Y/N,' he sobbed. 'I didn't do it.'
She grabbed his hand, still keeping eye contact. She nodded and cast a sympathetic glance. His heart swelled. He took in a shaky breath and for the first time in a while, he actually felt air feed his lungs. Air went in deeper and cleaner, soothing the ever-present ache in his chest. He actually felt himself relax into her touch.
'I am in no business of humiliating you, Kit. I want to help you. You came over to me in the common room for a reason, and I'd like to try again. So as soon as you feel up to it- to talk, that is- I'll be here, Kit. I promise,' she explained. She rubbed circles with her thumb on the back of Kit's hand as he cried.
'Thank you,' he replied, with tears in his eyes. Except for once, they weren't sad. The levity that ensued was more addicting than pure heroin. Her presence was warmer than pure sunlight.
And for once, since he was thrown in here, he felt free.
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Ahhhh okay, I've never written angst before so I hope it's okay. You actually sent this request at the perfect time. I just started rewatching AHS Asylum. Thank you for the request! Again, my inbox is always open!
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Hi! Please can I request a hurt/comfort or angst fic for american horror story with Kit Walker x female reader struggling inside Briarcliff? Thank you!! :)
Take a rest, as a friend - ★
Paring ➛ Kit Walker x Female reader
➛ Ahs master-list
Word Count ➛ 824
Tags ➛ @famela-i @frqxto (ask to be added to tag-list ❤︎)
Summary ➛ Mind empty, you wander around an unknown place, ending up talking with a man who seems to recognize you.
Contains ➛ Memory loss.
➛ A/N - Thank you for the request, I wasn’t sure if you wanted a platonic or intimate relationhip so I chose intimate. ❤︎ Please let me know if you want me to rewrite it.
The light tapping of rain awoke you from your sleep.
You looked around the room you were in, concrete walls surrounding.
Staring up at the ceiling to search for the slight light illuminating the cold dark room you lay in.
The sound of tapping followed too, and it was slowly starting to make your mind ache.
As you vaulted off of the mattress you rested on you went straight for the door, trying the handle.
To your luck, it opened, and you were met with a wooden ramp and stairs that you were sure would take you a lifetime to get down.
You weren't even sure if it would be the best idea to go down, considering you had no idea where they led or where you were. There could be a murderer lurking around for all you know.
Now that you thought about it, you couldn't even remember your name, your mind aching the more you thought about it.
Taking a deep breath, you walked down in hopes no one was down there, awaiting your appearance to hurt you.
The place smelled like death. Reeked of it.
Your hand slid on the wood of the ramp, starting to walk down the stairs slowly.
When you reached the tile floor you took a moment to take in your surroundings.
There was a ominous statue of a nun placed in the middle of the room, a door to the outside, and a long hallway where you could slightly hear music playing.
You let your fingertips drag against the walls as you slowly make your way toward the noise, grabbing onto the fabric of your clothing tightly.
You stopped in front of the door leading to the sound of noise, peering into the door frame.
The room was large with multiple people inside, some playing cards, trading cigarettes, and others just talking among themselves, whispering and looking around suspiciously.
Slowly, you made your way through the door, settling in a corner of the room.
You buried your hands in your arms and looked at the floor, resisting the urge to tap your shoes against it to ease your boredom in fear of the sound drawing attention to yourself if the room was to become quite.
You tried, tried as hard as you could to remember how exactly you got here, in this place, but you just couldn't seem to find the slightest thought of how.
You squeezed your eyes tight to prevent tears from forming from frustration.
When you opened them you were met with gray shoes covering your eye sight.
Lifting your heads slightly, you were met with beautiful brown eyes.
A tall man stood in front of you, his face filled with confusion.
He had brown hair and styled it nicely considering the atmosphere this place gave, and his eyes were the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, though you couldn't remember ever seeing anything than this dull place.
Before you ask if he wanted something he moved to sit on the floor next to you, giving you a smile.
“Hey, stranger,” he said with a grin, reaching his hand for yours a tangling your fingers together.
Nervously, you removed your hand from his and tucked it under your arm.
He crinkled his eyebrows but didn't try to reach out for it again.
“Everything alright?”
You stared at him blankly, wondering who exactly he was.
“I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong person,” you said, voice coming out dry and in a whisper.
He smiled a bit at you, seeming annoyed, and reached for your hand again this time holding on tight so you weren't able to move it.
Who the fuck is this guy?
“Listen, I know it's been a while since we've seen each other but I need you to stop playing games with me.”
He put his other hand on the backside of your hand, bringing your knuckles up to his lips, kissing them.
It was sort of flattering to have such a handsome man doing that to you but than again this man was a stranger.
Ripping your hand away from his lips you looked into his eyes, “I'm sorry but I really don't know who you are.”
He took a deep breathe and for a while stayed in silence, staring at your fingers and rubbing your palm.
It was a calming moment despite the sad look on his face.
He pulled your arm, bringing you towards him and you squealed when he brought your head to his chest, stroking your hair.
You swallowed, listening to his rapid heartbeat as he kissed you on your forehead.
“It's ok, everything will be ok, I promise,” he whispered as if trying to convince himself.
You didn't understand what was happening, or why you were here but right now you'd rather be wrapped in the arms of someone who seems to love you, even if you weren't sure who they were.
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omg your fic i get it with kit is so sweet istg *-*
can I please request a part 2 to it, where kit tries to get y/n out attempting a escape for the both of them together? tysm, i loved this story <3
𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐭. 𝐭𝐰𝐨 || 𝐤𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
♰ summary: kit can’t watch the woman he loves suffer - he has to get her out - pt 1
♰ warnings: nothing, just fluff!! he deserves it (kind of messy/rushed, though, i don’t why i couldn’t figure out how to write this 💀) and as usual not proofread
♰ notes: tytyty anon!! appreciate the love, i hope u enjoy 🫶🏼 kind of made it less stressful + more lovey because that mad needs it
“y/n.”
whispers of your name echoed in your head, pulling you from a darkness you couldn’t seem to escape. emptiness, pure silence only interrupted by the whispers.
“y/n. y/n, wake up, honey.”
sitting up with a gasp, your eyes fly open, panicked at the feeling of hands on your shoulders. upon taking a moment to look around, you’re calmed by kit’s face being the one hovering over yours. except, then, you’re confused. “kit? how’d you get in here?” you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself at the bite of the cold air.
“look,” he answers, holding up a ring of keys. he offers you a hand, pulling you out of bed. “kit walker, where the hell did you get those,” you laugh, your eyes lighting up at the realization of what was about to happen. you were getting out of here! “don’t worry about that, get dressed, put some shoes on, we gotta go.”
you felt frazzled, nervous and excited all at the same time. you pull on your coat, the raggedy fabric not doing much to block out the cold. sliding into your shoes, you take kits arm, rushing quietly through the dark halls. there was stirring in a room nearby, leading the two of you to run.
you manage to make it all the way to the back door, kit flipping through the keys. “maybe we shouldn’t. we don’t have any money, where are we even supposed to go!” you begin, shushed by kit. “baby, don’t even worry about it. i know where to get some money, and as soon as we do, well get far, far away from here,” he says, his voice hushed and half-distracted as he pushes a key into the lock.
after managing to get everything undone, the door is open. “oh, god, kit,” you whisper, looking up at the dark sky. the moment was overwhelming, terrifying, but so freeing. kit is the first to step outside, dropping the keys into the overgrown grass. you follow, looking behind yourself. “we’re gonna run, okay? we’re gonna run, and we’re not gonna stop, i promise you that we’ll be okay. alright?” kit kisses your knuckles, looking up at you with those big eyes.
as soon as you nod, he’s pulling you with him. you run and run for what felt like hours, and then you’re approaching a house, a house in the middle of nowhere. “kit, where…” you begin, trailing off as soon as you started. “hey, trust me, okay? trust me,” he says back, walking up the porch steps. of course you trusted him. you just weren’t sure about whoever lived here.
kit knocks on the door, and only a few minutes later, a light turns on from inside the house. the white door swings open, revealing a young man. “well, i’ll be damned,” the mystery man whispers, reaching out to grab kit. you’re quick to step forward, halting when you see kit hug the man. “thomas, hey,” kit breathes, patting his back. “kit walker. christ, i thought i’d never see you again,” thomas laughs joyously, pulling back.
kit smiles, giving you a wink. “you know that box i gave you a while back? you still have it?” kit asks, thomas nodding immediately. “of course, yeah, it’s in the closet right here,” he confirms, walking off to the side, waving for kit to come inside. kit places his hand on the small of your back, allowing you to walk ahead of him. thomas smiles awkwardly at you, turning back to kit, handing him a cardboard box taped up and wrapped in rubber bands.
“i want you to take the truck,” thomas says, dropping car keys on top of the box as well. “oh, thomas, no, we’ll be fine,” kit denies, shaking his head. “no, i’m serious, i don’t need it. i only use it to pick up chicks. get out of here, man.” kit is hesitant to accept it, but he nods, putting a hand on thomas’s shoulder. “for the record, i never believed all that bullshit for even a second. you’re too kind. i’m so sorry this happened to you kit,” thomas frowns. kit looks at you, shrugging.
“we gotta head out,” kit says, bringing in thomas for another hug. “i’ll catch up with you soon, i promise,” he adds, his hand returning to your back pushing you out the door. thomas gives kit a goodbye, nodding at you, and you’re off again, hopping into the teal truck. “check that box f’me, sweetheart,” kit says, searching in the clove box for something to cut the tape. upon finding nothing but napkins, he hands you the car key. splitting the tape, you hand the key back to him, and he starts the truck up, pulling out of the dirt driveway.
inside the box was a wad of cash, a couple of tshirts, and a pocket knife. kit had a couple of these in random places in case of an emergency, which proved to be incredible helpful. kit peeks inside nodding. “if i remember right, that’s enough for us to get by until i can get a job. lets get way out of here,” kit sighs, driving out onto the road.
“you sure we’ll be alright, kit?”
“i’m sure, baby. get some sleep.”
♰
“hey, wake up!”
you wake with a start, little hands shaking you gently.
“momma, i can’t sleep.”
you look down at your daughter, rosie, kit sleeping soundly next to you. you give her a sweet smile, pulling her into you and your husband’s shared bed. “i can see that,” you whisper, pushing her brown curls away from her face. “can i sleep with you,” she asks, loud as can be. you nod, doing your best to make space for her. “try to be quiet, okay? daddy’s sleeping, listen,” you grin, kit’s snores bringing rosie into a fit of quiet giggles.
her laugh made you laugh, and soon, kit’s snoring stopped, the light snores replaced by loud, dramatic snores. rosie’s giggles return, kit turning around swiftly and wrapping his arms around her, bring her to his chest. “you laughin’ at me? huh?” kit teases, drawing a squeal out of her as he tickles her little arms. you laugh as well, shaking your head at the late night antics.
“you think this is funny, mommy? get her, rosie,” kit says, your daughter wiggling out of kits arms to jump on you instead. “okay, okay, it’s late, let’s calm down. rosemary, lay down,” you chuckle. your daughter whines, giving kit a pout. “aw,” she huffs, kit wrapping his arms back around rosie. “mommy is very tired,” you sigh, though your smile never wavers. “mommy’s right. it’s late, and the faster we go to sleep, the faster we can wake up and play tomorrow,” kit says, kissing the top of her head.
of course, being the daddy’s girl she is, rosie settles, shutting her eyes. “goodnight momma,” rosie says, reaching for your hand. “goodnight, sweetheart. i love you,” you whisper. “what, no goodnight for me?” kit teases, quirking a brow. “night, daddy,” rosie giggles, turning around in his arms. “night, honey, i love you so much,” kit smiles, kissing her head again. kit mouths, “love you,” to you, shutting his eyes.
it was safe to say you loved him too.
this was kind of caca but it’s okay i just suck at part twos
give me more requests pretty please i’ll kiss you if you do 😘😘
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Healing ❤️🩹
Request: angst with Kit Walker and fem!reader in the asylum
description: you and kit Walker look out for each other, and that includes cleaning up each other’s wounds
warnings: non sexual body touching (touching someone’s butt omg 😱 gkejfkef) mentions of abuse (asylum 😬) and some suggestive comments from ours truly, Mr. Kit Walker himself
word count: 1,049
(This gif is so sad, also not my own, I found it on Pinterest. Anyways, enjoy!! <3)
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You hadn’t meant to kill that man. While it wasn’t entirely an accident, you had no other choice. It was you or him. You had been home alone one night and he had broken in through your bedroom window. You knew your father had kept a gun in his bedside drawer so you had done the only reasonable thing. You protected yourself, but it wasn’t seen that way in court. They twisted the events and blew them out of proportion until you were labeled insane and sent away to the asylum. It was living hell there, and the only person who got you through it was Kit. He had came in about a week before you, accused of killing his wife as well as other women and skinning them. You could see through that lie immediately. Kit barely had a mean bone in his body. He seemed to take interest in you immediately. You two bonded over being wrongfully accused.
Life in the asylum was no joke. From the strict schedule to the punishments for every single little mistake. The first time you got punished, Kit had found a way out of his room and brought ointment to you. You were curled up on your bed, your butt covered in red welts from the lashes. All you had done was ask for a clean gown after you had gotten flour all over yours while in the kitchen. Sister Jude had beaten you senseless. She seemed to like giving out punishments if the smirk on her face was any hint.
Kit had snuck into your room with some ointment he had managed to steal and hide in his pillow, using it on himself when he got whipped. He seemed to receive much harsher punishments than you, and nearly twice as often if not more.
When he saw you curled up on your bed, his heart broke a little. You didn’t belong here. He knew that. Any sane person knew that. He had gently coaxed you to lay on your stomach, assuring you that he was only going to put the ointment on your wounds, that was it. Kit was a gentleman and would never ever take advantage of someone in your position. He had been as gentle as he could, rubbing the cooled ointment onto your sore bum, making sure it was rubbed in before he carefully pulled down your gown, rubbing your back.
That was when you two began to get close. After that you two could always be found together either in the break room, where the repetitive music bore into your brain, or the kitchen where you two helped with dishes or preparing dinner. Kit had started a fight with one of the guards after they mumbled something about your appearance. He got beat up so badly that he had to be dragged back to his cell, half unconscious.
Your very first true act of defiance would be sneaking out of your room to go check on Kit and make sure he was okay.
You had found him in a similar position to how he found you that first day, curled up on his bed, falling in and out of sleep. You had managed to smuggle some ointment and water for him, wanting to make sure he stayed hydrated and that his wounds didn’t get infected.
When Kit’s eyes peeled open and he saw you, he swore you were an Angel sent from heaven to come fly him away.
“Suga’?” He mumbled almost deliriously.
“What’re ya doin’ in here? It’s dangerous. Don’t want ya getting caught.” He tried to sit up but groaned, quickly giving up on the idea of that.
“Just lay down okay? You got beat up real bad, I just wanted to check on you.”
“Aw I’m honored suga’. I don’t really remember what happened.” He admitted, brain foggy.
“You got in a fight with the guards, trying to defend me. You can’t do that, Kit. You could have gotten hurt even worse, or- or killed!” The thought alone made your stomach turn and tears pricked the corners of your eyes. The idea of losing Kit broke your heart.
“Don’t cry fo’ me, doll. I’m sorry but I couldn’t let em’ talk bad about you.”
You simply just shook your head, urging him to roll over so you could assess his wounds. They were bad. They were littered across his back and his bum, red and some even bleeding.
“Gonna be my nurse, suga?” He chuckled to himself, looking over his shoulder at you. “Have I been naughty?”
“Stop, Kit. Not now.” You two had been harboring a relationship that had been growing over the past few weeks, now months? You couldn’t remember how long you’d been stuck here.
He shut up, swallowing hard as his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.
Being as gentle as you could, you cleaned off the blood from his wounds before applying the ointment, Kit letting out quiet protests and whines of pain which you gently hushed.
When your hands finally reached his bum, you felt him shiver and let out a quiet whistle “woah there m’lady.”
You rolled your eyes and continued on applying the ointment until all his wounds were covered and then you quickly pulled his clothes back on, a blush rising on your face.
“Thanks for takin’ care of me, doll.” He mumbled, rolling over on his side to look at you.
“Of course, Kit. I brought you water, are you thirsty?”
He nodded, sitting up weakly with a wince. You frowned seeing him in so much pain and knowing that in a way, you had caused it.
You tipped his head forward and helped him sip the water. It was the only thing you could do in the moment to make him feel better. You’d do anything if it meant helping him in any way.
Your relationship only deepened after that, growing stronger each second you spent with each other. You two were attached at the hip, absolutely inseparable. He would watch out for you and you would watch out for him. It made living at the asylum a little more bearable. Maybe eventually you would get out, but if not, you at least knew Kit Walker was by your side through everything.
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ngl it doesn't matter how insane the characters evan peters acts as is, they will always be hot
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Slashers
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hi! i love the way you write 🤍
could i request an angst for ahs asylum about kit walker and female reader getting caught for something and kit deciding to take the entire responsibility to protect reader from the caning punishment [much like that scene w grace], but where the whole story is actually written from kit's pov? like his own interpretations of things and what went through his mind to do it etc etc?
tysm
Sordid thirst — Kit Walker
—note: sorry to keep you waiting and thank you so much i happy that you enjoy my fics <3 been dealing with insecurity ab it :() also i know this is not the best, honestly i was getting used to only writing in second person!!
—summary: kit gets caught with the reader within the corridors of briarcliff.
—TW: angst | kit walker x fem!reader
—words: 1.1k
[Kit’s point of view]
The night light shone through the window, casting eerie shadows as we walked hand in hand through the corridors of Briarcliff.
With every step we took, the echoes of our footsteps reverberated like a whispered secret. As we walked through the dimly lit passages, the flickering light danced upon her face, illuminating features that hid behind a veil of sorrow.
I reached my hand to take her cheek.
Standing just one feet away from the door of the common room, the rusty handles closed together.
The burning sensation against my fingertips when they touched her cheeks sent me shivers.
Breathing the same air, suffocating us, so close together I could see the deepness of her eyes, alluring and mesmerizing they could hold a depth that seemed to contain a universe of emotions.
In that moment, I saw a flicker of vulnerability mixed with determination, as if she was battling something as if trying to stop it from consuming her.
I leaned in closer, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. The scent of her filled my senses, a delicate fragrance that mingled with the musty air of the asylum. Our breaths intertwined, creating a fragile connection between us.
For a moment, time stood still. The world outside ceased to exist, and it was just the two of us, lost in the labyrinthine corridors of Briarcliff. The weight of our pasts and the uncertainty of our futures were momentarily forgotten, as if this brief encounter held the power to heal all wounds.
Her lips, I could compare them with ruby gold.
But reality soon seeped back in, reminding us of the harsh truth that we were prisoners in this haunted place. The distant sounds of tortured souls and the muffled cries of despair served as a haunting backdrop to our stolen moment of intimacy.
We reluctantly pulled away, the distance between us widening like an unbridgeable chasm. Our hands slowly slipped apart, fingers reluctantly relinquishing their grasp. I saw a flicker of sadness in her eyes, mirrored by my own. The connection we had shared, however fleeting, had left an indelible mark.
“Let’s go, someone could see us” she said
As we continued down the corridor, the night light cast long shadows behind us, like ghosts of what could have been. Briarcliff loomed ahead, a foreboding presence that held us captive in its clutches. But even within its walls, I vowed to protect her, to shield her from the darkness that threatened to consume us all.
The echoes of our footsteps followed us as we disappeared into the depths of the asylum
Still in silent moments we shared glances, in the silence of our shared moments, words became unnecessary. And also trying to be as quiet as possible to not get caught.
Our eyes spoke volumes.
As we navigated the labyrinthine corridors, each twist and turn seemed to mirror the complexities of our own emotions. We were both prisoners, not only of Briarcliff but also of our own pasts. The weight of our histories hung heavy in the air, threatening to unravel the fragile connection we had forged.
But as the night wore on, the reality of our situation became increasingly apparent. We couldn't linger in the shadows forever, nor could we ignore the ever-present danger that lurked within these walls. Our stolen moments had to be cherished and then concealed, locked away in the recesses of our hearts.
I wish i could go through her thoughts, because in mine i was willing to risk it.
The common room lay ahead, and I looked at her once inside. It seemed that the moon shone with full potential, illuminating her face.
It only reminded me of the things that took the love of my life from me, leaving me alone. It felt like a bucket of iced water was poured onto me. I felt helpless, it was too late to even do anything now.
Afraid that the same thing might happen to her, I reached out to her, only our fingertips were touching.
It was a silent plea, a desperate attempt to shield her from the horrors that surrounded us.
Her eyes met mine, and I saw a reflection of my own fears mirrored within them. We both knew the risks, the dangers that lurked within.
Time seemed to stand still once again, as if the universe itself held its breath. We were suspended in that delicate balance between hope and despair, knowing that our love was a fragile flame that could be extinguished at any moment.
But the echoes of footsteps drew nearer, snapping us back to reality. The danger of being caught loomed like a dark cloud over us, threatening to tear us apart. Reluctantly, we withdrew our hands, aching for the warmth and comfort they had provided.
With one last longing look, we turned away from each other trying to flee the scene but soon the doors of the common room were opened.
Sister Jude came barging in.
The atmosphere in the room shifted, heavy with the weight of authority and the unspoken rules. We were like mice caught in a trap, frozen in our tracks.
"What do we have here?" Sister Jude's voice cut through the air like a whip. Her eyes darted between us, narrowing.
A wave of panic surged within me, threatening to expose our secret. I glanced at the girl beside me, her face etched with fear. I knew we had to think quickly, to come up with an explanation.
Summoning my courage I said: "Sister Jude, it's my fault. I was disoriented and accidentally led her here. She had nothing to do with it." Poor excuse considering that it was the middle of the night
Sister Jude's gaze bore into me, "Is that so? At these hours?" Her voice dripped with skepticism. "You seem quite protective of her. Why is that?"
I struggled to find the right words, my mind racing. "We... We became friends here, Sister Jude. It's a difficult place, and we support each other. I didn't want her to get in trouble because of me."
Sister Jude's eyes flickered with suspicion, but she seemed momentarily intrigued by the idea of friendship. She crossed her arms, considering my words.
"Friendship is not the focus of this institution," she finally responded, her voice sharp. "Specially between a man and a woman”
“It won’t happen again” i said while looking back at her as if to say let’s get outta here
I was following her from behind until sister jude voice cracked the silence.
“Not you mr. walker” my eyes looked at hers and i nodded letting her know that she could escape.
I turned around and saw judes stare.
Later in jude’s office I imagined that I ran until I reached her, overcoming the sordid thirst. For her…
I did it for her.
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