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shescallinmedaddy · 1 year

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too much.

kit walker x f!reader .

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

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

word count - 684 .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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yes-divine-ruler · 1 year

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Your First Time - Kit Walker

x fem!reader

requested <3

cw: loss of virginity, fingering, slight f oral, vaginal sex

word count: 1924

“So, how was your day beautiful?” Kit stabs his pasta with a fork, twirling it before bringing it to his mouth. You watch as his lips wrap around the fork and he begins to chew, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. Your legs were crossed under the table, your chin rested on your hand supported by a bent elbow, just admiring your boyfriend. Everything he did seemed so sensual, but maybe that was because you were almost always envisioning him naked above you.

“Good babe, how was yours?”

“That’s all you got? Let me hear about your day, in detail,” Kit reaches for your hand, lacing your fingers across the table. He was always so inquisitive, his genuine curiosity quickening the pace of your heart.

“Okay well,” you shoot Kit a small smile, “I sat in the garden all day reading, and this book is so good Kit, I had my nose stuck in it while I laid outside and I didn’t even notice my shoulders got burnt by the sun,” it was Kit’s turn to admire you, he was so smitten, his eyes sparkled as he watched your face change with every piece of information you’d reveal to him.

“That sounds great sweetheart,” Kit gave your hand a quick squeeze, “can I get the bill please?”

Kit waves down a passing waitress, who curtly nods and disappears to retrieve the diner bill.

“Come back to my place?” Kit asks you hopefully, shooting you a small smile. You nod enthusiastically, happy that your date night ends at his house.

Kit pays for the bill, like he always did, and takes your hand to guide you to his car. He opens the passenger side door for you like a real gentleman, and you thank him before taking a seat.

You look down as Kit changes the gears as he drives, the muscles in his arms flexing with every movement, the veins in his hand prominent and protruding. You shifted in your seat, your gaze averting from his hand, trying to keep your composure.

Kit had been your boyfriend for almost 6 months, and there hasn’t been a single time he’d initiated going all the way with you. It upset you, but you knew it was probably because you were a virgin. He was so gentle, and considerate all the time, but all you wanted was for him to rip the clothes off your body and have his way with you.

Arriving at Kit’s house, he tells you to stay seated while he comes around to your door to open it.

“Come, doll face,” he takes your hand and helps you out of the car, shutting the door behind you. You lean up on your tiptoes and give Kit a quick kiss on the cheek in gratitude.

He guides you inside, shrugging his heavy winter coat off his shoulders and kicking off his boots. You follow, moving over to where his bed sat through double-doors into his bedroom. He lays down with a heavy, tired sigh, resting the back of his head in his hands and watching as you lay down next to him.

“How was dinner? Did you like your pasta?” Kit asks, playing with your hair as he looks down at you.

“It was really good Kit, thank you,” all you could look at were his soft, parted lips as he lit a cigarette between them.

“Was good wasn’t it? You’re so welcome,” his dimples dented his cheeks as he took a draw.

You couldn’t help it, your hand rested on his crotch as you maintained eye contact. He raised an eyebrow at you, creasing his forehead with wrinkles as you began to apply slight pressure.

“What do you think you’re doing suga’?” He leaned over to the ash tray on his nightstand and stubbed out his cigarette.

“It might be nice..” you began, sitting up to face him, “to end such a good night with a..” your hand continues to palm his growing erection, “little something extra?”

Kit lets out an almost inaudible groan, partly due to your hand on his bulge and partly due to his internal conflict.

“Baby..” he sighs as you begin to trail kisses up his jaw, stopping at his ear.

“I really want to… please?” You whisper in his ear, his grip on your hip tightening, his fingertips digging into your bare skin.

You kiss just under his ear, sucking on his sensitive skin, eliciting a soft moan.

“I jus’.. I don’t wanna hurt you baby,” Kit’s pretty lips curve into a frown as you straddle his lap, both his hands halting you before you can grind down on him.

You feel disappointed by his rejection, your eyes doe-like and glassy as they peered into his.

“But Kit, I’m ready,” you whine, managing to work up a small amount of friction between you.

“Come here,” he whispers, his hands cupping your face and bringing it down to his. He kisses your lips softly, and eventually, it turns more passionate. His tongue slides over your bottom lip, and opening your mouth, you let him enter. His tongue massages yours so sensually it has your hips buckling to gain more friction against him.

“I’m so ready,” you breathe out, as he switches your positions, slotting between your open legs. He had found it hard enough abstaining for this long, and he knew you’d wanted it just as bad; maybe it was time to overcome his irrational fears.

“Alright baby,” he confirms that he is ready too, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your legs from under your dress. You assist him in taking off your clothes, pulling the dress above your head and discarding it onto the floor.

Kit unbuttons his own shirt agonisingly slow, his bottom lip seductively wedged between his teeth. You can’t help but let out a breathy laugh, squirming from under him to try and spur him on. You’ve waited this long, what was another minute?

Now both bare, Kit sits back on his heels, admiring the heat between your legs as it glistened with your sweet arousal. You were already so turned on for him. He reached towards you with his forefinger, circling your entrance before bringing it up to your sensitive bundle of nerves. A gasp leaves your lips as he applies the perfect amount of pressure, the dampness of his finger making it undeniably more pleasurable for you.

“That feels so good,” you speak your mind, your head resting back against the pillow as he lets out a small chuckle.

“I wanna make sure you’re really ready for me,” he says softly, his finger abandoning your clit as it trails back down towards your entrance.

“One finger first,” he begins to push in his finger, your pussy welcoming it in pulsing waves.

“Fuck,” he mutters, delighting in the warmth of your heat, working his finger in and out of you at a steady rhythm.

Your hips buckle up, begging for more as your hands begin to knead at your own bare breasts. Soft subtle moans escape your parted lips as Kit introduces a second finger. He expertly curls them upwards, your body jerking in response, your eyes widening at the sudden rapturous wave.

“There is it,” he says with a chuckle, continuing to assault the same spot over and over, leaning down and connecting his lips to your engorged clit.

Your thighs begin to tremble as you feel the telltale tightness in your groin, letting out incoherent strings of curse words as you approach your orgasm.

“Kit- my god yes, I’m so close,” you utter, gazing at him as he looks up at you from under his dark, thick eyelashes.

His fingers pick up pace inside you, pushing in a third with ease, his lips tightly wrapped around your clit. He sucks on it, before he diverts to kitten licking it, and the changes in motion push you over the edge.

Kit groans as you clench around his fingers, your back arching as your body experiences the best orgasm it’s ever had.

“Fuck you’re so hot,” he says, his fingers leaving you once again, positioning himself at your entrance. You weren’t fearful of how he might enter you, you knew he’d be gentle, but you were unsure of whether it would still hurt regardless.

Kit notices your uncertainty, and kisses your lips in reassurance.

“You let me know if you need me to stop okay? I’ll go so slow, I promise baby,” he coos, running his tip from your swollen clit to your entrance, pushing his tip inside.

Your eyes squeeze shut in preparation for the stretch, and when it happens, you find yourself whining in discomfort. Kit stops halfway, his eyes peering down at your screwed face in concern.

“You okay baby?” He asks, leaning down again to place a kiss at the corner of your mouth.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you tell him, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing his lips to yours in another kiss. It was a good distraction, Kit managing to bottom out inside you in the process. The pressure between your walls builds, feeling foreign, and awkward, but not intolerable.

When you’ve felt like you’ve adjusted, you give Kit a quick nod, and he retracts his hips, before pushing them forward in a gentle thrust.

“You’re doing so good baby, it’ll feel good soon, I promise,” almost as if on on cue, the discomfort turns to bliss, and you’re in urgent need of more.

“Faster Kit,” you tell him, letting out a whimper as he begins to rut his hips a little faster. His cock is inside you so deeply, deliciously stretching out your walls with every thrust, you can’t help but moan. He sets a steady pace, his forehead beginning to form a thin sheen of perspiration. He looked so good above you with his face screwed in pleasure, low moans leaving his lips.

“So tight angel, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your fingers tangle in his soft brown hair as his snapping hips make contact with yours, the sound of skin on skin and the soft music from the radio beside you filling the room.

“Yes Kit, just like that,” you egg on, letting the feeling of him inside you totally consume your senses.

It was everything you imagined, soft, sensual, perfect. He was so perfect.

“I’m gonna cum,” Kit announces, opening his eyes to look at your face, the beautiful face of his perfect girlfriend who was drunk on sexual gratification.

Kit’s cock twitched in accordance to the tightness in his groin, and he pulled out to stroke himself to completion. He let go of his load on the slick folds of your pussy, watching in titillation as it trickled down onto the sheets beneath you.

You giggle as he grabs his shirt from the floor to clean you, and settles down beside you, pulling you into his side. You felt empty now he was gone from inside you, but you were so glad it was finally done; there was no one else you’d rather share this moment with.

Kit kisses you just under your hairline, panting to try and even his laboured breathing.

“How are you?” He asks, combing his fingers through your hair.

“That was amazing Kit,” you say, the smile not leaving your face.

“For me too, I love you,” he says, capturing your lips in another kiss.

“I love you too.”

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not-alien-girl-v · 7 months

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Evan Peters Masterlist

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Characters I Write For:

AHS

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Jimmy Darling

James March

Kai Anderson

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My Favs

Frat Boy Kyle 3: This Time It's Personal

Sick

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* signifies smut

The Evans

Evans + PDA

Evans as Nicole Dollanganger Songs

Heights of the Evans

Evans x Manic Pixie Dream Girl

Evans + Gas Station Orders

Evans + Internet HCs

Evans as Ethel Cain Songs

Tate Langdon

Tate HCs 1

Tate HCs 2

Love Languages

Tate x ADHD!Reader

Road Trip HCs

Beach Day

Tate Gets Jealous

Tate HCs Pt 3

Tate x Cooking

Tate x Romance

Picnic + Running Away

Fluff Alphabet

Coldstone

Tate x Transmasc!Reader

Tate x Plus Size!Reader

Kit Walker

Anything and Everything

Love Languages

Kyle Spencer

Halloween

Frat Boy Kyle

Frat Boy Kyle Again

Frat Boy Kyle 3: This Time Its Personal

Frat Boy Kyle 4: The Squeakquel

Frat Boy Kyle 5: This Time They Fight and its Stupid

Frat Boy Kyle 6: They Break Up?!?!

James March

Sick

Love Languages

Kai Anderson

Love Languages

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𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙤

𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣!!! 𝙄 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 + 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 + 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 + 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩

𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙔/𝙉, 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 + 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 / 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙩.

𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 / 𝙖𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘 / 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙄’𝙢 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩��𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜!

𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙙𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩!! 𝙄 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙢𝙠 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 + 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙭. 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧.

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fand0mh03 · 10 months

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What abt the Evans with a reader who gets like violently aggressive? And I mean like “I will cut you open and set a pack of wolves on you to eat your organs.” And then after their little fit of anger they say the most innocent thing like, “Thanks for listening!” Or, “Too much?” I just think that’ll be funny who quickly reader can change like that from a fucking hell spawn to the most innocent person alive 💀

The Evans with a hot-headed S/O

Hi love! This was a really fun request to write, and I hope I was able to encapture your idea well enough <3 I had way too much fun writing this lol

Tate Langdon:

He’s afraid of you. Point blank, period, terrified

Like yeah your his significant other, but he’s fucking scared to get you mad

“Tate, do that again and I will rip out your organs from your ass and feed them to your mother”

This will make everyone stop in their tracks and just stare at you

Tate will stop doing whatever he’s doing to piss you off or annoy you, and will apologize and take a few steps back

You’d go back to reading your magazine and just look up when it goes quiet and just say “what?”

You’re not aware of how hot-headed you really are. At all

You get really peeved if Tate does something repetitive to you, like copying you, or tickling you

When Tate tickles you, you’ll giggle at first and tell him to stop once. Second time you’ll tell him to stop again. However, the third time is when you get angry

“Tate stop fucking tickling me, I swear to god I will put you in a crawlspace and leave you there for all of eternity”

He pauses and just stares at you

“Too much?”

He thinks its funny when it’s not directed at him

Kit Walker:

He tries to calm you down a lot of the times

Most of the time it’s not in an angry manner, but like an annoyed tone if that makes sense?

“Kit, I swear to god, if you don’t fucking get to bed right now, I will drug you and force you to sleep”

He stares at you before smiling and laughing, in shock from how aggressive you have gotten for no reason at all

He listens to you, because who wouldn’t when they’re being threatened?

Oh god, when Jude comes in the house and hits one of the kids as a punishment for something- you two see red

“Fuck that, get the fuck out of my sight before I pull your eyes out and feed them to you!”

Kit stops and motions to the children, who stare at you in confusion. You nod and let him deal with it, comforting the children who had just gotten hit

He usually has to deal with things because you will get angry and will threaten them, especially if they say or do anything towards kit and your kids

Kyle Spencer:

It’s never directed at him, but always at the other members of kappa gamma

Kyle will complain to you about something the other one is doing, but you will see that as a reason to scare the others into making them stop whatever their doing

“I heard what you said to Kyle. Say that again, and I will tear you apart, limb from limb, and make it look like a bear attack. Do you understand?”

They usually laugh, thinking your joking, until you continue to glare at them, then their laughter dies down and they usually nod and walk away, never doing it again

Kyle has 0 idea. He just thinks they realized how annoying they were being

“Y/N they stopped!” He would say excitedly to you, as you act shocked and congratulate him

Jimmy Darling:

Sometimes it’s directed at him, but mostly when he’s drunk

“Jimmy stop fucking drinking, one of these days I will call the townspeople on you, motherfucker”

He stops throwing up and just stares at you “What”

“Jimmy if you don’t stop drinking, I am going to actually swallow a bunch of Advil and fucking end it all”

“OH MY GOD-WHAT?!”

Afterwards once he’s sobered up, you just look at him, smile and say “thanks for listening”

And leave him there, confused, scared, and slightly concerned

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dracaesusurro · 2 years

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“You’ve got to be kiddin’ me”

Pairing: kit walker x reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, violence

Summary: kit and reader had a huge fight and reader makes him jealous and it works….

“Oh kit I have had it up to here with you and you constant goddamn paranoia” Y/n yells hands flying all over, voice enraged.

“Oh how can you be so stupid that guy was hittin’ on you harder than a hammer and your too blind to see it” Kit yelled equally as loud, retaliating with her statements.

This had been going on for an hour, yelling, screaming, insults and points practically spat at each-other in order to prove a point that neither were getting across. If it wasn’t it for some guy who happened to be gawking at Kit’s girlfriend all night and having the nerve to come over and flirt with her knowing damn well who she was here with, this fight wouldn’t even be happening. This was according to kit of course. And if it wasn’t for kits total lack of self control and anger management, if he hadn’t indented that guys face in at the pub, then they wouldn’t be fighting like two lions in one den.

“Your jealous ALL the damn time. I get it kit I’m yours, we’re together, why, gosh why on earth can’t you get that into your thick skull!” Kit wasn’t about to let that slide.

“Jealous?! Excuse me for not lovin’ the idea of that guys arms and filthy slobber all over ya’ just cause your too nice to say NO!” The whole fight was pointless they knew this, but neither wanted to back down.

They’ve been in a loving relationship for 4 years. To say they loved each other to death was an understatement. They rarely fought or had any disagreements but this was different. Not in a good way at all.

“Look listen y/n i don’t Like to share and I don’t like people thinkin’ they can come and Harass whatever they see. Yeah I was jealous but he was the asshole here not me” kit lowered his voice slightly in order to slow the fight. It only made y/n more furious.

“Oh baby i don’t need no knight in shining armor to come save me, if I was uncomfortable I would’ve said something, and I certainly don’t need you starting fucking fights wherever we go. Is that clear or do I need to yell some more in order for you to take a hint” The sarcasm and bitterness sting like venom coming from her. Kit had no idea had to response, if she was uncomfortable? She was ok with a douche hittin’ on her?

He wanted to yell some more, finish the argument, but he was confused and honestly tired but he wanted to hit her back just as equally, so he did “maybe if you like being hit on everywhere you go, you should go back right to that bar and finish what he started. I don’t care, act like some fucking tramp all ya want” He said the words slowly, and bitterly.

Y/n gasped slightly, too silent for him to hear but her face spoke louder than words in that moment. Kit was a respectable man, no matter how big the fights were shit never got to far, not this far. But he stepped out of line and Y/n was hurt. “Alright darlin’ whatever you wish for” She said loudly arms flew in-front of her gesturing anger. He gave her confused face, not sure what either meant or what they were going to do. Normally a situation like this would be resolved- well hours ago but the length of this fight secretly worried both of them.

What did this mean.

Was this their end.

Before kit could open his mouth to say anything, anything at all, the door slammed and the truck turned on and just like that she was gone. And he didn’t know where.

“God fucking dammit” he went back into their room and didn’t come out.

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It had been hours and still no sign of her.

This had him worried shitless at this point, he wasn’t one to back down from anything easily, he was no quitter, but he didn’t care right now not if it brought her back.

He had no truck, no car to go find her a taxi wasn’t a valuable option at 2 in the morning. So he walked to the bar they were at previously hoping to find her downing a beer, forgetting about the fight and giving him one of her famous, gorgeous smiles.

The night was cold and the music from the bar echoed in the silence of the night. She must be here, where else would she go this time of night?

He opened the door to the bar and walked through, warm air and loud noises vibrating through him. He walked over to the bar bench. Not there. Walked around the bathrooms, poked his head into the woman’s. Not there. “You have got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me!” Well the search is over, there she was, sitting on that assholes lap from earlier, he was whispering something to her but kit didn’t care to know. Something in his chest hurt, like when you tripped as a kid, fell on you chest and couldn’t find your breath for a couple minutes until the oxygen forced its way through your lungs only for you to come to you senses and feel the pain that the fall inflicted. This was like that, first his breath hitched, then came the pain. No anger. Oddly enough just plain pain.

Kit slowly walked over to their booth, maybe he was imagining it. The sound of her sweet laughter got louder and so did the pounding of his heart against his rib cage. “Mhm” he cleared his throat loudly trying to gain their attention.

“Kit, nice of you to join us. Took your advice honey” she smiled sarcastically, that hurt even more. “Ok enough let’s go…” he waited locking eyes with her. She didn’t shift. “NOW” this startled her and she got up to look him eye to eye wanting to threaten him but the asshole beat her to it. He got up with a grunt “Not cool dude back off. She can do what she-” kit swung one right on his oddly large jaw and he went flying back. Booze will do that to ya.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Or do you wanna go for a round three big boy” kit towered over his slumped body, only to be dragged back by her frail hand and pulled outside. “Ok. Ok enough of this shit, what do you want huh?” Her nose was red she was cold. Kits eyes softened, the hurt still fresh on the surface. He lifted a finger and pointed right in her face, “ your cruel you know that, plain fuckin cruel” he felt tears coming up but he did not want to cry here. “And how’s that walker, how am I the cruel one?” She challenged still riled up, not noting his sad face. Walker? She never called him that! “God whatever your a- a AGH” his frustration is only to cover his pain, she saw through that. Her guilt surfaced and she reached over to him “kit? Talk to me?” She didn’t know what to say, they’ve already said too much already. “Why would you do that?” “Gosh cause you told me to!” What? Oh. “You can’t honestly believe I’d want to see you with another guy!” “Well you seemed super keen on it” gosh things were getting heated again. The exhaustion was present and they didn’t need any more. “I’m sorry your right” y/n looked at her feet and started walking to the truck, kit grabbed her arm and pulled her- rather harshly- into his chest and hugged her tight. “I’m sorry too darlin’. Won’t happen again” she sunk into it. Happily.

They sat in bed under the cover, cuddled up, “I’m glad that’s over” she let out in the silence.

She heard a sigh escape his lips, the ‘I have something to say but I can’t get it out’ type. She recognized it, “what is it kit? You can talk to me you know that love” she got up on her elbows and face him. She noticed his red eyes and sad posture “I was kinda scared ya know. Really scared hah” he chuckled dryly. “What? Scared of what kit” she reached over and cupped his face “you know….” He waited to see if she got it, she didn’t “us breakin up” he whispered so lightly she almost didn’t catch it. “Kit honey, you really think I can live without you? I love you more than life and I ain’t kidding” he smiled something sweet, those dimples gosh, “well mrs walker I love you too very much so” he said what now? Mrs walker? “I’d be your misses any day mr walker” she kissed his lips. “Glad to hear it, now let me show you exactly how much I love ya”

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ilongfor-the-arts · 2 years

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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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quicksilversg1rl · 1 year

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Hi can I please request an angst about kit walker first arriving into Briarcliff and female reader who is an old inmate in there helping him adjust to the place and deal with all the circumstances there? thank you sm!

Briarcliff’s Silver Lining

Kit Walker x Fem Reader

warnings: angst, talk about murder

A/n: Super sorry to the anon that requested this for answering so late, regardless I hope you like the fic ;)

You were sitting in the common room, aimlessly shuffling a deck of cards. Everyone (staff and patients) were on edge, the infamous murderer, Bloody Face was caught, and he was being admitted into Briarcliff. You were scared to say the least, the things you've heard and read about this cold-blooded killer were all so gruesome.

A card from the deck you were shuffling had fallen out and as you reached to grab it you caught sight of Sister Jude making her way into the room. You immediately straightened yourself up, the memories of the punishment Sister Jude gave you flashing through your mind, the gashes on your back aching at the remembrance.

As she entered, two guards followed and once she moved out of the way everyone's eyes marveled at the man being held up by restraints.

It had been a while since someone new had come into Briarcliff, so naturally everyone was intrigued. Your eyes scanned over Bloody Face, and you couldn't believe your eyes. How could someone so beautiful be capable of doing such horrible things? You quickly erased that question from your mind, remembering that everyone was capable of doing awful things; everyone in this room was evidence of it. Not one person in the common room looked as if they could do anything close to what they were being held here for. You were the exception though, you thought, as you truly were innocent.

You were accused of brutally murdering and dismembering your entire family, your ex-fiancé was the one to accuse you and considering the time you were living in, they took his word over yours. In reality he was the one to commit the awful act and he painted you as the mentally unstable woman and that was how you ended up at Briarcliff. No one believed you, not even your own brother. He was the only family you had left and like everyone else he took your ex's word over yours. He visited you once to tell you how disgusted he was in your actions, and he never came back again. You had hope that one day you were going to be proved innocent and be let out of this hell hole, but that's the thing with Briarcliff, once you enter you never leave.

You snapped back from your little trance, realizing that Sister Jude had left. Your eyes scanned the room for the new inmate, and they fell upon him sitting all by himself on a couch as the other patients talked amongst themselves or even to themselves; one thing about Briarcliff was if you weren't actually crazy, you'd sure end up crazy if you didn't take care of yourself.

You hadn't realized you were staring that long as your eyes caught the new patients' ones, his eye's soft and defeated. You kinda felt bad for him.

Just as you were about to busy yourself with the deck of cards again, you noticed the new patient get up and make his way to the turn table. Your eyes widened knowing that if he was going to try and change the song that was playing, he'd get a stern beating from Sister Jude, so before he could even touch the turn table you made your way to him and placed an arm on his shoulder.

"We're not allowed to change the song in the common room, Sister Jude told us it's played over and over for a reason-which I call bs- and to show us what would happen if we did try and change the repetitive tune, she sent the guy that had tried to change it into isolation for six months." You whispered towards him.

Kit's eyes widened as he moved back towards the couch, you following.

"What's your real name Bloody Face?" You asked, wanting to know everything about the painfully good-looking man before you.

Kit grew angry at the name; it was all he heard now, and he was sick of it but considering you saved him from a punishment he was going to tell you.

"Kit Walka'." He said as he looked back down at his lap.

Your cheeks grew hot at the sound of his voice paired with that thick Boston accent.

"I'm Y/n." You said as you offered him a small smile. You wanted to know more about Kit, so you pressed even harder with the questions.

"So, why'd you kill all those women? Some weird fetish of yours or are you just insane?"

"I didn't kill anybody."

You chuckled at his words but decided to hear him out as you too were wrongfully accused.

"They got it all wrong, I'd never hurt anyone especially not my Alma. They didn't even let me speak it was the God damn aliens!" He said very loudly, causing a few patients to look at the two of you.

You gave him a puzzled look, not believing his whole innocent charade now.

"Aliens?" You said in an uncertain tone.

"Look I get how it sounds and I don't expect ya to believe me, nobody does." He said in a defeated tone. You felt for him, no one believed you either and perhaps he was telling the truth.

You reassured Kit, letting him know that you'll listen to him if he wanted to talk to someone. He began telling you everything and by the end you had found yourself believing him.

The way he spoke about his deceased wife further made you believe him. He was truly in love with her. He spoke of her as a sort of light in his life, the words he used as well as the manner in which he did so was so heartwarming it even made you believe that maybe love was real as after your ex had betrayed you, you figured it wasn't real.

He loved her so much, there was no way he would've killed her. You whole-heartedly believed him.

"Oh Kit, I'm terribly sorry." You said as you placed your hand on top of his, rubbing your thumb along the back of his hand.

"It might not make that big of a difference, but I believe you, and I truly am sorry that this has happened to you."

"Oh well it isn't your fault suga' so don't apologize for it; if ya don't mind me asking, why are you in here?"

You explained everything to him and once you were done, he gave you the same sympathetic look you gave him once he was done explaining his side of the story.

"Your ex sounds like an asshole Y/n, and he definitely didn't deserve a beautiful woman like you." You blushed at Kit's compliment and offered him a smile.

You and Kit continued to talk; you told him about all the rules here at Briarcliff, how to sneak away from certain places and even how to steal food considering that the patients at Briarcliff got a ridiculously small amount of food portions.

As you were talking to Kit, he couldn't help but just stare at your eyes and when you caught him staring you smiled, and that was when Kit knew that the saying 'every cloud has a silver lining' was true because you were Briarcliff's silver lining.

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This was so ass I'm so sorry 😭, I tried my best tho and I hope you guys enjoy :)

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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hi! could you please write headcanons for kit walker from ahs protecting you in briarcliff? thanks!

I would absolutely love to! Thank you for sending this in to me, babe! This was so much fun to do, ahh. I love Kit and Kit doesn't get near enough love so.. I'm a little rusty but let's see what I can do!?! These might not be the best, BUT.. I hope you like them, sweet nonnie! Sorry this took so long to do, I rewatched an episode or two just to kind of reacquaint myself with my take on his character.

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WARNINGS;

Protective!Kit, mentions of mental illness + an asylum setting, lobotomies are mentioned. I did my best to keep the gory and grim reality of an asylum in the 40's/50's out of this and keep it vague so people could read it + i'm not a medical professional

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-- first of all, when you're brought in, he sees you sticking to yourself. Not speaking to anyone or anything, you seem so defenseless to him and he decides then and there that he'll keep an eye on you. At first, you really don't say much to him at all. And he doesn't really say much to you, either. But he is watching out for you, so when one of the staff comes around late at night and he catches them standing over your bed and watching you sleep like they're thinking real long and hard about trying something, he makes his presence known, creating a scene that has to be attended to, thus taking said staff member's attention off of you and putting it on him instead.

-- He's very observant, so if he notices you tensing or something, he'll make his way over and lurk near you with a scowl painted on his face and those arms folded across his chest til whomever happens to be making you uncomfortable fucks off and away. One time this didn't work and he wound up in an actual fight with the patient in question, but it was worth it.

-- you start to trust him more and open up to him, telling him why you're even in Briarcliff and your origin story only makes him want to protect you even more, because you, like him, are in there based solely on a wrongful accusation.

-- Let's say it's your spouse who had it done, shall we? Kit will make damn sure he's around whenever the spouse makes a visit. And he'll listen in on the conversations that spouse has with the doctors and other staff, and the more he hears, the more he grows to absolutely loathe your spouse because he has you locked away so he can fuck around + get his hands on money or property that belongs to you + any other number of reasons and this is horrible to Kit. He's the one who starts giving you candies that look like the medicine they're pumping into you so that you're not always so lucid and docile and you can have clear headed days, especially if he knows damn well via eavesdropping that spouse is the one who suggested any new treatments.

-- If you have to have a procedure of any kind done, Kit Walker is literally the first person you see upon awakening and recovery. And he stays by your side. He's always reassuring you that it's fine and somehow, everything will be okay again. If they did a lobotomy, he'd do his best to take care of you after the fact and he wouldn't let a soul near you. He'd do whatever it takes to keep that from happening.

-- If you have nightmares, you can go to him, no questions asked. he doesn't even make you talk about them, he'll just sit with you or hold you, whichever you prefer. If you do want to talk, he'll listen. He'll try to keep you calm and he'll convince you that it was just a nightmare.

-- Okay, this one... If your reason for being committed is due to sexual trauma or you're believed to be a nymphomaniac, I firmly believe Kit would keep anyone he feels is a threat to you in the sexual sense as far away from you as he can manage. When he can't be around you, he'll get someone to watch out for you. The amounts of times he's fought some asshole because they wanted to take advantage of someone helpless because they could, oh my god. And then on top of it, it's you they've tried it with? Not just no but hell no. He'd never allow it.

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luvlanadr · 1 year

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hii there! if you accept requests atm, could you please write a sweet and fluffy fic about a female reader comforting a really sad and drained kit walker in briarcliff after he was submitted to some harsh punishment from sister jude? tysm <3

hi!!

aa yes i love this idea sm, thank u sm for your request!!

𝐤𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

•°. ࿐.·:¨༺ ༻¨*:·.•°. *࿐•°. ࿐.·:¨༺ ༻¨*:·.•°. *࿐•°. ࿐.·:¨༺ ༻¨*:·.•°

i waited in the common room, as dominique played softly in the background, sister jude insisted she spoke with kit, and she didn't not seemed pleased whatsoever, a snarl sketched on her faced.

♫ 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲, 𝗻𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲, 𝗻𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲,𝘀'𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁,𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘂𝘃𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁,𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘀, 𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘂𝘅,𝗶𝗹 𝗻𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗱𝘂 𝗯𝗼𝗻 𝗗𝗶𝗲𝘂,𝗶𝗹 𝗻𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗱𝘂 𝗯𝗼𝗻 𝗗𝗶𝗲𝘂,𝗮 𝗹'é𝗽𝗼𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗼𝘂 𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻-𝘀𝗮𝗻𝘀-𝗧𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲,𝗱'𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲 é𝘁𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗶,𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲, 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗿𝗲 𝗽è𝗿𝗲,𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗶𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗔𝗹𝗯𝗶𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗶𝘀,𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲, 𝗻𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲, 𝗻𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲,𝘀'𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁,𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘂𝘃𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁,𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘀, 𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘂𝘅, ♪

i hummed gently to the beat, when you've been here for a significantly long period of time, even the lyrics, although in a foreign langue become second nature, i used the soft beat as a way of attempting to ground myself, i was extremely worried about kit.

sister jude could be incredibly ruthless and obscenely harsh, going as far to physically harm and endanger the patients of briarcliff.

i bounced my leg up, the apprehension rising as i sat awaiting for kit's inevitable return, i simply zoned out for a while before i heard a man scream, 'i didn't do it, i swear,' the man pleaded, the familiarity and desperation of the voice suddenly hit me... kit.

the guard dragged him back into the common room, as kit resented slightly, as their grip became harsher dragging him in such a degrading, humiliating manner, before they flung him on the chair, his body weak and clearly exhausted

his eyes were glassy, tears brimming in his eyes, the guards stormed away clearly irritated, due to kit slightly resenting their harshness.

i ushered over and sat in the chair beside him, 'y/n?' he murmured, sniffling slightly, keeping his tears at bay.

'kit, darling are you ok?' i cooed, resting my hand on his, which was tensly gripping his thigh, i felt the tension decrease ever so slightly, as i softly caressed his hand, comfortingly.

'no one believes me,' he paused, exhaling deeply, in attempt to brace himself to continue, 'what if i did do something a-and i j-just can't remember?' the panic and apprehension laced his voice, the man i loved diminishing before my eyes, due to the harshness of this cruel facility. 'i-i just can't cope anymore, i'm so mentally and physically drained, i just what if i'm a monster, i-i've begged for forgivness ,and-'

'kit, darling come here,' i pulled him into a tight embrace, wrapping my arms securely around kit's lean torso, 'i believe you, i know you didn't do it.' i hummed

he leant down slightly, burying his head into my shoulder as he silently wept, 'shhh, it's okay kit, i've got you, ok?' i rubbed his back soothingly.

'i love you so much,darling' kit murmured, his voice muffled, as i played with his hair, 't-thank you for this'

'i love you more kit, and i know you're being truthful' i kissed his forehead, 'i will always be here for you no matter what.'

•°. ࿐.·:¨༺ ༻¨*:·.•°. *࿐•°. ࿐.·:¨༺ ༻¨*:·.•°. *࿐•°. ࿐.·:¨༺ ༻¨*:·.•°

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭, 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐭 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 :)

𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐦, 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨

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myevanlydaddy · 2 years

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Melting

Part 1

Kit Walker × Reader

Warnings: mentions of hysteria, not believing women, language

22 days since ive been in this god forsaken place. Briarcliff Manor. An insane asylum my husband admitted me to because I stopped having sex with him and want a divorce. No one took my side of the story, of course not, and said I was suffering from hysteria. A ridiculous term made up by men to just blame women for everything.

I mostly keep to myself. Reading books, playing chess with Pepper or chatting with Sister Mary Eunice here and there. Today I thought it'd be nice to sit in the day room, with some warm tea and finish up my book. Only 50 pages left but it takes a little time to adjust to the rambunctious noises of the other patients.

A half an hour later, Sister Mary Eunice stood in front of me, "Y/N? Sister Jude would like a word with you." Her shy smile matched her voice, subtle and soft.

"Okay." I tried to mimic her voice but it came out louder than I expected. I sighed and stood up, taking the last sip of my now cold tea and throwing the paper cup in the trash bin next to where I was sitting.

I followed Sister Mary Eunice out of the day room into the hall to go upstairs. There was only one light, a chandelier on the very high ceiling, dimly lighting the already dark room. She lead me up the stairs, creeking with every step, stopping at Sister Jude's office, knocking softly on the door.

"Come in!" Her voice was stern but not to loud.

Sister Mary Eunice stepped aside facing me with a slight smile as in to say 'go ahead'.

I creaked open the door, popping my head in, "You wanted to speak with me Sister?"

"Oh yes, Y/N. Come in."

I stepped in and closed the door behind me. She motioned to a seat before her desk. I took a long inhale and took a seat opposite of her. She sorted through some paperwork on her desk. After a minute I cleared my throat, "Why did you want to see me?" I asked, nervously.

"Give me a minute." She snapped, making me jump a little. A few moments later, she looked straight at me and then back down. "So.." She rumaged through the only folder left on her desk, "Do you feel that this place is helping you at all?"

I snorted, "Helped? With what? I don't need to be here and even if I did, group therapy wouldn't solve not wanting sex."

"Your paperwork says otherwise."

"Paperwork written by a man for a man? Who never listens to a woman? Wonderful." My voice getting louder with sarcasm.

Sister Jude looked like she was fighting the urge to say something back, but didn't. Instead she said, "I think we are going to try electro therapy soon."

"What?" At this point I was enraged, tears threatening my eyes. "Under what authority?"

"Your husband's," I scoffed as those words escaped her mouth. "And mine, of course."

My insides felt like lava, "Why are you doing this to me?"

Sister Jude looked straight into my eyes, trying to seem empathetic, but I could see right through her. "I think this would really help you. Improve that brain of yours so it ticks the right way."

Tears streamed down my face, "Nothing is wrong with my brain," I demanded, "have you ever considered that maybe im not attracted to my husband anymore?"

"That right there," she snickered, "proves my statement." She sat back in her chair, hesitating for a moment, staring, "Your first session will be next week. You are prohibited to eat or drink anything the day before."

Nothing but a faint whine escaped my mouth.

"You are excused from my office."

I walked out, trying to hide the fact that i was crying. Sister Mary Eunice led me back down to the day room. My face still hot from crying. I was too in my head head to notice I had tripped over my own feet and someone had caught me before I toppled on the ground.

"Woah there," he tilted me back up right, "You alright?"

I looked up and saw a handsome brunette man looking back. Tears came flooding back and I started to hyperventilate.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'll go grab you some water." He helped me to a chair and then sped off. A minute of me rubbing my head and thinking about ways to get out of this situation went by before he returned and handed me a paper cup filled with water. "I'm Kit. Kit Walker."

I smiled, noticing his Boston accent. I held the cup to my lips and took a big sip before I responded, "I'm Y/N." I paused and slightly giggled, "Y/N Y/L/N."

"There we go!" He smiled. "Nice to meet you, Y/N."

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filthyfluffyfantasies · 8 months

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missuswalker · 5 months

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𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 || 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✮ summary: after peter finishes… well, you know, he can’t stop himself from coming to see you. as if he’s not clingy enough, he can’t help but be all over you. at least he’s (trying) to sit still for once

✮ warnings: brief nsfw content, masturbation (not proofread)

✮ notes: man idk i just feel like peter is all clingy and touchy after he nuts

peter’s mind had been on you all day, trapped on the image of your hand wrapped around his cock. of course, that wasn’t exactly the case at the moment, considering it was his own hand. as he pumped himself, he tried his best to remember that little face you make when you cum. he’d been working on this problem of his for way longer than he should have, and he was searching for anything to push him over the edge.

the more he thought about you, your pretty tits, and that hella tight skirt, the closer he could feel his release building. picking up his pace, he bites back a whimper. more thoughts of you didn’t help his attempt at silence, a grunt or two escaping his lips. he pushes his head further back into his pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. free hand balled into a fist, he lets out a low moan, cumming all over his stomach and fingers.

after cleaning himself up, he stares at the photo of you two on his bedside table. he wanted to see you so bad. maybe it was just the post-nut fog, but he just needed you wrapped up in his arms. throwing on some jeans and a tshirt, he lets his mom know he’s heading out with a quick shout. he’s at you window in less than a second, sliding it open. he always told you to lock your window in case a creep decides to crawl in, but, in reality, the only creep that ever used it was him.

“hey, peter,” you greet, not even bothering to turn around. whenever your window was suddenly opened, you automatically knew it was your idiot boyfriend who could never just use the front door. “it’s not peter, it’s a scary murderer and i’m here to kill you,” he says, making a stabbing motion behind your head. “oh no,” you say, your tone bored and plain as you continue to study for your exams.

peter rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “not happy to see me?” he teases, his lips connecting with the smooth skin of your neck. you push his face away, writing something down in a tiny notebook, papers scattered across your desk. “i’m studying,” you respond, eyes locked on your notes. his mouth is back on your neck immediately, despite you having just pushed him away.

“come on, babe, let’s hang out, you can study later, yeah?” he hums, nibbling right below your jaw. he absolutely would not be giving up, and you knew it. turning around in your chair, you look up at the silver-haired boy, giving an agitated look. he only gives back an innocent smile, pulling you up by your hand. “why are you so adamant on hanging out specifically right now,” you groan, allowing him to lead you to your bed. “no reason.”

pushing you down onto your unmade bed, he jumps, landing beside you. “hey, hot stuff,” he grins, posing with his face resting in the palm of his hand. “hey, dipshit,” you say in an overly-lovey tone, sarcasm evident in your dramatic smile. “you love me,” he laughs, pulling you into his arms, ruffling your hair. “sometimes,” you joke back, feeling less aggravated at your distraction of a boyfriend. he smiles, his face finding a place in the crook of your neck.

“mm, missed you,” he hums, taking a deep breath. you grin, playing with his hair. “i missed you, too.” he kisses your shoulder multiple times, moving up your neck and jaw. “i love you,” he continues, his lips lingering on your cheek. “i love you, too,” you snort, furrowing your eyebrows at his overly-affectionate behavior. eventually he settles, his leg bouncing a bit as he lays next to you, arms loose around your waist. “don’t fall asleep,” you tell him, trying to get a look at his face. “i’m not asleep,” he grunts, though it was clear he was about to be.

“yeah, okay.”

“i’m not.”

“shut up.”

short and sweet, i love him sm

(send in requests, i beg)

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yes-divine-ruler · 1 year

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Life as Kit’s girlfriend <3

inspired by: @spookievan

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not-alien-girl-v · 1 year

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Hi honey! Hope you're doing alright! Could you write James March and Kit through the love languages? Love your writing!! 🥰

warning: language, mentions of sex, unconsensual touching (it doesn't happen but there is a mention of it saying its something he doesn't do) idk i just feel the need to warn about it

note: sorry this request is from october of last year i totally forgot about it cuz i hadn't watched asylum but then i found this request since i watched it and decided to give it a try. recently my life has been blegh. being homeschooled sucks im lonely anyways dm me to be friends i love having friends making friends everything yeah

Kit

words of affirmation: absolutely one of his love languages. pardon me for getting lewd quickly but i definitely think he's into praise like big time. he loves to tell you how good you're doing, how pretty you are, how proud he is of you, and of course it's not always when you're fucking i think in all aspects of life with kit by your side, he will be giving you any and every type of praise because he believes it's the most straight forward way to show his affection, especially since he's often busy and he doesn't have a lot of money.

quality time: quality time as a love language might be a little difficult with kit, he works a lot, and if you are a girlboss, you probably work a lot too, there's no guarantee your schedules will line up with each other which is what makes the rare quiet moments you spend with each other all the more special and cherished. it's not that he doesn't want to spend time with you, he would if he could. but he definitely tries. any moment he can get, he'll take you to dinner, to breakfast, out on silly little dates that may seem a little stupid in retrospect but its the thought that counts.

receiving gifts: bro is broke. bro works so hard to be able to afford a roof over both of your heads and food on the table and that's about the furthest his money can go without getting tight. so he tries to make it work how he can, he'll buy you little trinkets or little snacks while he's out, but for the most part, he'd mostly just give you found presents, like a pretty rock he found outside that made him think of you or something like that. again, its the thought that counts.

acts of service: now hear me out on this one so this may fall into the touch category but i feel like he'd be really into massages both giving and receiving but mostly giving. again, it's a very straight forward way of showing love and affection and it doesn't cost him anything he can't afford to give you. it's an act of service at it's finest, but i also think he'd love to eat you out too, if you're into that kind of thing. he doesn't have any facial hair but if he did, you know that shit would be red, because bro is a munch.

touch: keep the whole massages thing in mind, he loves that as a form of touch, but in general, he's not too into being all touchy feely, however, he does have a thing about touching at night when you're both sleeping, even if it's just an arm slung over your waist or his finger lightly grazing your arm, he mostly does it as confirmation that you're safe and sleeping next to him, he's always a bit paranoid. it's not necessarily a touching thing, as once again, he's not that big on it, but he'd still graciously accept a long hug whenever you're feeling like it or quick pecks on the cheek in passing.

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:*⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

James

words of affirmation: i feel like it's just a known fact that james loves giving and receiving compliments. he absolutely adores it anytime you speak up and let him know how handsome he looks on one day in particular, though he already knows he always looks good, he still appreciates that it's you who said it to him. but when it comes to the things he says to you, he likes to come up with the most out of pocket inappropriate things to say to you at inappropriate times just because he can, just to see a soft blush form on your cheeks, it's a sight he never gets tired of seeing in his eternal existence.

quality time: time is something that james, as a ghost, has an endless supply of, so it's no wonder he chooses to dedicate it mostly to you. first of all, you're the love of his life, and second of all, what else is he going to do? leave you, a beautiful woman, alone in a hotel full of horny ghosts? he thinks not. sometimes he can get on your nerves, not even allowing you to go for a stroll around the hotel without him insisting to be by your side for it. he's very clingy, though he'd never admit it, and it would piss him off so much if you said it to him. with this, he's also very protective, borderline possessive, and jealous over you. he believes that you belong to him and him only and any moment spend apart is a violation of that. it's something you'll have to work on with him.

receiving gifts: dude's got money. he'd give it all to you if he could, and he absolutely would if you'd let him, but every time he tries to directly give you his money, you turn him down (see personally i would never #ghostsugardaddy but that's beside the point), so he instead chooses to buy you things. lots of things. expensive things. ridiculously expensive things. so much so that he simply will not tell you the cost of an item until after you've accepted it. i'm thinking jewelry, clothes, not much makeup but mostly lipstick in dark reds because it drives him crazy to see you wearing it, books, records, whatever luxury he can think of.

acts of service: bless this man but he has never had to do this type of shit for himself, acts of service and whatever, his idea of an act of service is to get miss evers to do it for you, whatever it is, which when you think about it, is an act of service, because he does take care of you, just not firsthand. but he absolutely makes you cum first in bed, via whatever you choose, and he is a fan of aftercare, even sometimes when it isn't really necessary, he still enjoys drawing a bath for the two of you to soak and relax in for a long while.

touch: he's a serial killer so he's definitely got a think for creepy skin caressing, except when it's james, it's not creepy, it's loving and adoring. sometimes you'll be awake for it, sometimes you won't, but it's not in a weird rapey way, like he'd never go any further without your waking consent, but he simply likes the feeling of your soft skin under his strong hands, loves to see the goosebumps raise in trails his fingers leave, and he's not huge on cuddling or traditional forms of touch like that, he'll give you a hug if you're crying, but he'd much rather talk your problems through, figure out quickest ways to fix them rather than wallow in sadness together. he's also often very out and about, so it's difficult to catch him in a morning cuddle session because he's usually up and out of bed before you're even awake, but every now and then you happen to wake a few hours earlier, and you make sure to take absolute advantage of him with his guard down, asleep, and cuddle up to his side. he'll usually just sigh, squeeze an arm around you and accept his fate.

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fand0mh03 · 9 months

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Hey! I know this could be weird but maybe you could do the Evan’s with an S/O who acts In musical theatre? Especially Tate And (frank Kyle?) like when they see your solo or how they act when you have a romantic relationship with another character in the show? And just how they would act about their S/O’s Theatrical Life? Also, I love you works!!!!!

The Evans with someone in theatre

Hi love! I never have had the courage to do theatre, so I know nothing about it, so I hope that this is alright and accurate

Tate Langdon:

Before he died, he would definitely go to every single play you acted in, even taking it as an elective or club thing to work backstage

He just kinda is there and admires you on stage- even when people are yelling at him to do stuff

He doesn’t care about doing anything for the other actors unless its with you, then he’d automatically do whatever you needed

Would make sure you stay hydrated

After he died he’d make sure there was a recording of your performance so that he could still watch it

Would feel bad that he wasn’t able to watch the play in person

Would help you practice lines

Kit Walker:

You would be his pride and joy

Like you already were before- but even more so if you were in theatre

He would be so proud of you, finding your performance amazing and would admire how brave you are for going up on a stage

He would practice with you, putting his whole kitussy into being the best practice actor for you

Newsflash he’s a horrible actor

But he tries

And boy does he try hard

Will sing the singing parts with you if you have to practice for a musical

Would bring Lana, Jude, and the kids to your plays

He would try (and succeed) to have Lana put an ad in the newspaper for your play

Kyle Spencer(Frat-boy)

Would cancel anything he had planned to watch you perform

100% be the loudest in the crowd, clapping and cheering

Whooing you on the entire time

Would bring you flowers at the end

Kissing you and wouldn’t take his hands off of you for the rest of the night

Would be so proud of you

Franken Kyle

The coven girls would bring him to your play

They would have to sit him down and force him to stay seating

When you go on stage he’d yell your name

Wouldn’t understand what was happening

Zoe would have to explain it to him since she’d be the only one to have patience for that

He still doesn’t get it

All the witches being supportive of you

Zoe would be jealous of your relationship with Kyle but would respect it and wouldn’t treat you any differently

I felt like I needed to add that

Anyways

Kyle would not let go of you at the end of the play and on the way back to the house

He’d be even more clingy

Jimmy Darling:

He’d bring all of the freaks

They would be the loudest row, all cheering for you

They’d be so proud of you

Jimmy would kiss you and bring you flowers, congratulating you and being proud of you

“That’s my girlfriend!”

Would hang up posters for your play

Would support it at the Freakshow and tell everyone to go over to watch you

You would smile at them in the crowd and thank them afterwards

Group hug

“Alright she’s my girlfriend”

He’d say when he wanted to hug you to and kiss you

Would ask you to do it again even if you were at home

James Patrick March:

He’d have you do your performance in the hotel so he can watch

Would force all the ghosts to watch you

Would 100% have it Devil’s night

Would kill anybody who talked shit about you and your performance

Would be in awe

Would want to celebrate of course

He would order the fanciest dresses for your performance

The best props

Microphones, anything else you could ever need

Would be so supportive and proud

Wine would be by your bedside table in the hotel, dimmed lights, candles, rose pedals, you name it and its there in your shared room with him when you get back from your performance

You’d have a lot of fun… ;)

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babygorewhore · 9 months

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Sit down. Evan Peters smut.

Your older boyfriend has been growing out his facial hair for a while. And he asks something of you. Something you’ve resisted before. What happens next? Requested by anonymous! I’m finally posting this! Next I’m gonna take the next few days to work on my requests!

WARNINGS! Oral! Fem receiving. Face riding.

Evan hadn’t shaved in almost a month, his beard growing more and more as the days went on. You were always attracted to him. But now? He looked so manly. Shedding his appearance as a boy. Which he was far from, but the beard…mmm. It looked so good on him.

You both sat on the bed, he was reading through a magazine as the tv was long forgotten. You were on your phone scrolling through tik tok, still bugging him to get one.

“Sorry, babe. I’m afraid that’s where our age difference comes in.” He grinned at you and you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, old man.” You reached up and cupped his cheek, gently brushing against his scruff.

“Do you like it? The beard, I mean?” Evan questioned. You paused, sensing his insecurity.

“Of course, I like it, baby. It looks good.” You cooed at him. He leaned down and kissed you, softly at first before he found your lips and grazed his teeth against your lower lip.

“Oh yeah?” He asked you.

Evan gently leaned on you, his weight pressing against your body as he continued kissing you. You felt his beard against your chin, but the scratch comforted you.

“I fucking love kissing you.” He breathed. His hand raising to gently squeeze your breast. You sucked in a breath.

Evan sucked on your lower lip as he kneaded your chest. Your core pooled at his attention as he brushed his tongue against your teeth.

You met his kiss, his tongue diving in your mouth and tasted you throughly. “Can you do something for me?” He asked against your mouth.

“Anything.” You answered, your hand against the back of his head.

“Can you…please sit on my face?” He asked. You froze, mid kiss.

He had asked you before and you refused. You couldn’t possibly. You felt way too heavy for him. You would probably crush his neck.

“Evan…” you started and he pressed a finger against your lips.

“Baby, you’re not going to crush me. I promise. You’re not too heavy. I know you’re insecure. But trust me. I can handle it. Please, I’m dying to taste you. I’ve been wanting this all day.” He trailed his lips down your neck, finding your pulse point.

His hands found your hips as his fingers tightened along them, as he guided you to sit up. You hesitated as he laid down, his eyes darkened impossibly. Evan helped you straddle his chest, pulling your oversized t shirt above your belly. “It’s okay, baby girl. Please? Please come here. I want to taste how sweet you are.”

You swallowed, still unsure. Evan gripped your thighs.

You were thicker than him, something you were always afraid that he wouldn’t find attractive. You hated that, you felt so uncomfortable whenever he held you on his lap, or picked you up. But he never let you speak badly about yourself, always reassuring you that he thought you were beautiful. Sexy, even.

“Sweetheart.” Evan reached forward, cupping your chin, making you look at him. “You don’t need to worry about it. You’re not hurting me. You’re not too heavy. It feels so good, do you want me to beg?”

Your eyes widened. “What?” Evan smirked at you before he toyed with the band of your underwear.

“Please, baby. Please, fuck my face. It’ll make you feel so good, I promise. I need it.” He whispered to you, slowly lifting you higher on his chest. Your hands fell to his shoulders, as you hovered above him, your underwear pulled to your separated knees.

Evan leaned up, you felt his beard brush against your pussy. You almost pulled away. But Evan’s hands went to your ass. “Fucking sit.” He breathed, before bringing you down on his mouth.

You immediately felt his tongue driving up, circling your clit as your thighs straddled his face. Your hips buckled, but your cheeks warmed as he slurped and sucked your sensitive bud. He moaned deep within his throat as he head moved up and down. His tongue dipped inside you, tasting you deep as his beard lightly scratched your inner thighs.

“Evan-“ you squeaked as your hands splayed on his chest, as he desperately thrusted his tongue against your clit.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groaned, his hands finding your hips as he rolled them. You tossed insecurities aside and started humping his face.

Your slick coated his chin as you moved against his face, your pleasure growing inside your stomach. Evan quickened his pace as you reached forward to grip the headboard. Your head pressed against it as your pelvis buckled as he flicked his tongue against your folds.

“I’m gonna-“ you stuttered.

“Please do.” Evan begged. You moved your hips up and down, Evan whimpered at the pressure and you shuddered as your release came.

You chased your orgasm as your movements became sloppy and Evan held your lower back so tight you thought he would break you. You moved to get off but he still held you in place.

“I’m not done.” He whined, continuing lapping at your pussy as he licked your leftover climax.

“I can’t-Evan please. I need a break.” You said to him and he finally stopped.

You climbed off, back on the bed beside him and you glanced at his crotch. But you saw the wet patch staining his sweatpants. “Did you-“

“Yeah.” He said, a slightly blush creeping his cheeks. “It was so hot, I couldn’t contain myself.”

You nodded and he snuggled closer to your side, trailing his fingers against your arms.” You did really good, baby. I really liked it.” He confessed.

“You promise?” You looked at him through your lashes.

“Yes,” he reached forward and kissed you. Savoring your lips with the aftermath of your taste.

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