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fear-is-truth · 2 months

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𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑨𝑳𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑻 ── kit walker ₊ ˙ ⊹ . ⁺

⇢ 𝐓ags - 18+/nsfw ． fem!reader

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

❥┆ king of aftercare! no matter the range, from the sweet, intimate vanilla to taking you in the most deliciously rough manner, kit will do everything in his power to give you the princess treatment. in need of cuddles? he’ll hold you til you both fall asleep. want a massage? he’s got you. if he accidentally left any marks and bruises he left on your body, he’ll kiss those spots with an apologetic look in his eyes.

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

❥┆ while normally modest, kit does take some pride in how his arms look. he works hard at his job and stays in shape, so naturally those biceps look great.

❥┆ as for your body, kit genuinely loves every part of you. but he harbours a deep fascination with your tits.

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

❥┆ ideally, he likes to cum inside you. his other favourite places are on your stomach or tits.

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

❥┆he doesn’t have any overly dirty secrets. just doesn’t seem like the type.

✶ a/n: i’m so sorry i genuinely couldn’t think of one-

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

❥┆ guy was married, so of course he has some experience. but he had few other sexual encounters, alma was probably his first. despite this, kit is godly at sex.

✶ a/n: oh to be railed by kit walker..

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𝐅 = 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠)

❥┆ missionary- he loves seeing your face, drinking in every small reaction. he also likes it when you ride him but he would rather set the pace.

❥┆ cowgirl- if he’s too exhausted from work, he’ll gladly let you take the lead and ride him till your thighs can’t support your body anymore. he gets really handsy too, always groping at your ass, chest, tummy, thighs.

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

❥┆ kit is very intimate and sweet, so he is more serious for the most part. so maybe when you’re both drunk or high.

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

❥┆ neatly trimmed.

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

❥┆ if you think his aftercare is sweet, you’ll be blown away during the actual sex part. his main priority is to make you feel good, which he does a hella good job of doing.

❥┆ outside of the bedroom, kit loves to surprise you with flowers, chocolate, scented candles and occasionally sexy lingerie. (which of course, lead to sex)

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𝐉 = 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 (𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

❥┆ he misses you when he’s at work, so he channels all that energy into fucking you when he comes home. at times when he’s feeling especially antsy, he masturbates to the thought of you.

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𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬)

❥┆praise kink - he loves giving praise.

❥┆breeding kink - wants nothing more than to have kids with you, see the pregnancy glow on you, the way your body softens and your hips fill out so beautifully.

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𝐋 = 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝)

❥┆ kit prefers the privacy of your bedroom, but in truth, he’s down for almost anywhere conventional for sex— kitchen counter, dinner table, bathtub, shower, couch, the back of his truck, public bathroom etc.

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𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧)

❥┆ sometimes it just takes the smallest things to turn him on. he gets hard just by watching you taste icing from the tip of your finger while you're baking—the way your eyes flutter shut and your lips pucker up into an adorable pout has him wishing he could push the tip of his cock between those pretty lips.

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

❥┆ anything involving hardcore bondage or torture. man’s traumatised enough in his time in briarcliff. he hates the idea of hurting you.

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

definitely a giver. kit loves pleasuring you and hearing the little noises that escape from your lips. he’s very loud when you’re giving him head, has to cover a hand over his mouth if you’re in some public bathroom.

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

generally speaking, kit likes to go slow and sensual, but he’s very versatile. want him to fuck you fast and rough? he’s got you covered. sloppy, desperate sex? sure he's up for it. one of the reasons why sex with kit walker is such a fantastic experience.

✶ a/n: personally, i’d rate him a 10/10 in this department.

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

❥┆ kit wants to take his time, doing it slow and romantic to make you feel appreciated. but he’s not opposed to the idea, either. when you drop by his workplace to bring him lunch, then a quickie is in the foreseeable future.

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

❥┆ not much of a risk-taker, but he's willing to experiment.

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

❥┆ he can go one long round, an overall estimation of 1.5 hours so it’s enough to wear you both of you out.

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

❥┆ no, neither you or him have ever used toys on each other, since you both please each other enough as is. but again, he’s willing to give it a try if that’s what you want.

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𝐔 = 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞)

❥┆ kit rarely teases. he wants to give you exactly what you want and he gets pleasure from giving you what you want. although, he okay with you teasing him. it builds up the tension, and you both know that he’ll be pounding you into the mattress later.

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

❥┆ he’s very vocal; always mumbling all sorts of praises in your ear— how good you feel, how tight you are etc. you’re usually too busy moaning to respond, but he’ll talk to you regardless. also, kit is a groaner and a whiner.

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𝐖 = 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧)

❥┆ he once ejaculated prematurely that time you whispered “i wan’ your baby inside me..” that sort of talk gets him all riled up. feral, even.

✶ a/n: breeding kink activated

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

❥┆ well above average– about 6.5 inches.

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

❥┆fairly high but he has great self control.

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𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬)

❥┆ kit doesn’t fall asleep right away after sex. he has to make sure you’re taken care of before he can even think of falling asleep. probably smokes a cigarette while lying in bed with you, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms before the drowsiness finally hits.

✶ a/n: cigarettes after sex anyone?

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clarks-letterman · 2 years

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Marches Won't Do a Damned Thing | Kit Walker x Male!Reader

a/n -- Thanks to @denim-devil for the idea! 100% crackfic taken seriously

summary -- Crackfic smut about Kit going to a Pride March (open-minded king) and meeting the reader.

warnings -- Smut, Face-Fucking, Gagging, Choking, Homophobic Guard at the Pride March

words -- 3.5k

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After Kit Walker left Briarcliff as a free man, his life changed for the worse and the better.

Following his brush with aliens, a mad doctor, and sinners hiding under the guise of the Puritan life, he started to question if he could ever return to a state of normalcy. Well, even inside the haunted halls of Briarcliff, he spent a lot of time with himself in a lone, dark room, with even his deepest worries and secrets free to make their way to the surface, ones that a mad doctor couldn’t cut out of him.

There was an overwhelming suspicion gnawing at his bones that the aliens fabricated to explain away each murder, confined to his head, and he actually killed his wife in a murderous rampage. It lined up with what everyone around him said during his treatments and interrogations about the local killer, but Kit could never connect the dots. He loved his wife, going so far as to stick up for her countless times even when she wasn't around. His heart belonged to her, but there was one thing about him that no one knew would give him the perfect motive to end what everyone presumed to be a loving relationship.

His bisexuality, something Kit didn't even realize was a thing until Lana was admitted to the hellish sanatorium. He was able to confide in Lana regarding his curiosities about what it would be like to live with someone of the same gender, and she helped him as they grew closer by telling him all the ways you could really love someone to clear the air of his confusion.

Eventually, they had gotten adjoining rooms and sat back to back with a thick wall parting them as they spoke to each other. At a certain point in the night, he admitted to Lana how he truly felt towards other men, how he would see them pass at the market or have an awkward conversation with an intimidatingly attractive man at the mechanic shop. It was the only spark of joy he felt during his time there since it was the first time he admitted to himself and someone else that he wanted to start his life with a boy.

When Lana was off getting the worst form of treatment to any man, and they couldn't talk, he thought a lot about what would happen after he got out. Kit didn’t have much family to return to, and Alma and Grace didn’t entice him into returning to his old ways of dating after everything that happened. So, finding a new way of life would have to be the best way to handle the sudden juxtaposition of a nine-to-five to being tossed into the literal pit of hell. Lana was there to help him, though, and was beyond supportive, becoming his wing-woman after they fled. She talked him up to almost every man they came across.

Unfortunately, Lana's book documenting her suffering behind Briarcliff's suffocating walls skyrocketed in popularity and carried well into the seventies years after it was published, leaving Kit to only have her support over the phone without much help. She still called every once in a while to see if Kit had found the next Mister Walker—her words, not his—to introduce to her, but Kit would often reply with a vague answer to keep her surprisingly hopeful spirit for his love life alive. Outside of their experiences in dating, Lana usually called to dish to Kit about whatever celebrity had made a fool of themselves around Lana or to tell him about the latest trend before it could impact the public.

One of the things she had foretold was about pride marches, and she called Kit to urge him to go to the national march that was going to happen in Massachusetts. So, now he was strolling down a long strip of pavement leading to the center of a city he didn't visit often, a sign promoting his love for both genders tucked under his arm to prevent the wrong kind of people from seeing it. He was considerably nervous about heading to a big rally to support the other members of the group he was in and to advocate for himself, given that his knees shook with each step. Kit heard of the horrors that the national march had dealt with all the way over in Los Angelos from Lana. She had attended one but quickly left due to the abundance of police violence toward peaceful attendees.

As Kit approached a massive crowd of people standing in the middle of the street with signs held high above their heads, covered in sayings that promoted their interest in certain genders, he felt a bit out of place. Kit would have fit right in, even down to the hippie clothing he had worn to the event, but it still felt off. He wasn't sure if it was the years of believing he was straight or didn't have enough knowledge to feel as if he belonged, but he was still wary about entering the crowd. The crowd seemed to increase in size as he neared it, a few barricades and law enforcement coming into his line of sight as he finally got to the edge of the massive gathering.

The sun beamed down on him, and he realized that he had chosen the worst clothing to attract anyone, sporting a vertically striped satin shirt and loose denim flares. Everyone buzzing around the crowd looked so casual—some had even taken their shirts off. He had never seen openly exposed men, and looking at them stirred something in his pants. Though, it didn't last long. Kit's inapt attire had him questioning everything. Some may think he was overthinking, but Lana told him that a future husband could come from something seemingly menial, like a one-time event. For a few seconds, he thought about turning around, heading home, and lying to Lana about attending the event. But something pulled him from the debate in his mind and into the choice of him staying.

He could hear a loud shout come from nearby, and while no one else paid attention, Kit was already turning to see what the commotion was. Away from the massive crowd stood an officer supposedly guarding the event, a kid with a sour expression on his face, and you, leaning into the officer's personal penetralia with a hand assisting your intense emotions as the other distanced the kid away from the authority. While Kit was a way's away, you were rather loud enough for him to hear your complaints to the officer.

"Listen, if you touch him again—I swear—I swear—," You were to the point that a sentence couldn't even slip off from your tongue. You just kept inching closer to the armed man while pushing the kid standing behind you further away, praying he would scurry off and leave the peaceful attendees alone.

He refused to move, keeping the same posture with a hand on his hip to easily reach the metallic punisher strapped to his side, "Keep on steppin', boy."

Your eyes shifted between his cold, calloused ones. In response, you continued your protest against him. "Or," It was almost emphasized in the way you paused and took a blatant step closer to the more threatening man, "What?"

With a brief flash of pain, you laid back, knocked to the hard pavement you were standing on; the man had landed a hit directly on the right side of your face with a stiff jab, leaving you on your own as he backed away and down to another position with a guard. Once the fight had escalated into violence just as impactful as the words spoken, Kit rushed over to help. He arrived just as the officer turned the corner to another part of the massive march.

"You decent?" Kit asked, offering a hand to help you off the warm tar. You were still processing everything, so Kit spoke up again, "C'mon, don't be a bunny in the road. Get up."

A few seconds went by, and Kit noticed the kid looking worriedly over your body. He tried to comfort him as best he could, tapping his should to pull his attention away from your discombobulated form, "I think he's out to lunch, huh?"

The kid chuckled, the both of them watching as you finally reached up to take the other male's hand. Kit helped you to your feet and immediately looked over the forming bruise, the distinctive contrast rapidly starting to show with each passing second. He redirected his attention from looking over your wound to back to your face—even injured, you still looked angelic.

"Hurts, don't it?" He asked. His attempts to lighten the mood were now aimed at you, trying to make the best of what happened while keeping your spirits high. Inside Briarcliff, Kit faced the same feeling you were experiencing now, and he knew that the best way to deal with it would be to have some company.

You shrugged it off, playing into Kit's joke, "Not really. You should see the other guy, he was a flat leaver before I could really show him who's in charge."

"Bummer we didn't get to see it," Kit sighed, "You sure you're okay?"

You let the feigned nonchalance go, nodding and playing it straight as you spoke, "I'm glad he just got bugged out and left. No use in staying if you're gonna be a dick."

"Well, you better be stayin'. A stone fox like you makes me look cool," Kit praised with sincerity. There was a placid smile spread over his face, acting as a backing track to his main beat of compliments; it wasn't at the center of the kindness that radiated off of him—but it was there—and it was perfect.

"Are you trippin'? You're seriously cool. That sign in your hand says enough," You spoke, your hand waving towards the direction of the sign in his other hand. The material seemed to tear in his hold. How could he talk to someone so amazing without blowing it?

Kit did a quick look at it and then back at you, "I was gonna ditch this in the trash nearby and leave. Maybe you could come with?"

With a hand raised to feign astonishment, you agreed, "With a casanova like you? I'd be honored. But, what's your name?"

"Kit, you?" His lips stretched over the bottom half of his face to reveal a genial smile as he stuck his hand out.

Taking it into your own hand, you noticed how it fit perfectly against yours, "(Y/n)."

Kit rocked his head to the side to point toward the younger male next to you, "And the kid?"

"He's not mine, just someone I helped," You answered, letting your hand fall out of his grip and looking at the kid as he scampered back into the crowd of people, most likely returning to wherever his parents were.

Turning back to Kit, you noticed him eyeing up the darkening bruise on your cheek, "Y'know, I know a good way to deal with a knock like that."

The friendly back and forth continued as you guided him down the block, leaving the crowd of people and its nasty guards to the dust as you went. Kit led the way to a bar he had seen on his walk to the march, and you decided to head in for a drink with him. Around two hours—and a myriad of drinks—later, things unfolded, and you finally explained your side of the story as Kit listened intently.

"—that's what happened. That asshole hurt some poor kid. I wasn't just supposed to stand there, right?" You tried to justify your actions leading up to Kit's arrival and following intervention, but it was a waste of breath; Kit would love to agree with anything you said, even if it was about aliens flying down to impregnate everyone tractor-beamed up.

He shook his head, and like you had expected him to, he agreed with your recounting of the events, "No, you did what you could, (Y/n)."

"I'm glad you see it like that," You approved, picking up the short glass that was slid over to you from the other side of the polished bartop.

Kit's skeptical side poured into his expression; raised eyebrows and a questioning tone, "Why wouldn't I?"

You sighed and let yourself slouch forward in a moment of negativity, "Do you know how many guys wouldn't?"

Kit waved away your assumption with a single hand and let his drunken mind soak in all of your outstanding features. If it was the only thing played on the television, he would never take his eyes off the screen. He felt something else as well, something dirtier than the mud those pigs-in-disguise roll around in before guarding a march. As pretty as you were, he reacted in the same way he did to those shirtless guys parading themselves around at the demonstration, with a stirring in the confines of his denim. He decided to put his bacchanalian thoughts into expression, "You have such a pretty face. I don't know why anyone would do that to it. The only thing I would—"

"Thanks, but we can't say that here!" You hushedly reminded him, cutting him off so as not to let any nosey people in the bar in on your drastically tastes in romantic and sexual partners. The bartender seemed to have an ear in the conversation without contributing anything to it—who knows if he was listening and judging you and Kit.

"Why not? Fuck it, let's go," He sprung to his feet, the barstool omitting a soft squeak with the sudden shift. His hand tugged at your upper arm, "We're gonna do something even better."

You matched his energy, jumping up from your seat. His hand slipped from your upper arm down into your own hand as you folded your fingers around his palm. It was warm and tight, and you trusted him with each guiding step he took towards the back door of the bar. Passing through the rusted frame, you were met with the most beautiful man on Earth standing amidst the walls of a scummy alley consisting of two brick walls facing each other with a dumpster further down the strip. It was confusing, to say the least, and your mind wandered to the places he would take this.

Ever since Kit had been released from Briarcliff's deadly grip, he had kept a healthy fear to stay out of trouble, and it took a great deal of time to work through it. That didn't mean he wasn't nervous about what he planned to do. Though, not everything he retained from his time in the closest thing to hell on the planet was terrible. During his time there, he gained a new outlook on life and what it meant. Most of your life could be summed up as one enormous risk. What he wanted to do at this moment was a big gamble, but he was ready to take it.

Using the hand that held yours, he pulled you close to him, letting go of your hand to lace it around your waist. A warmth crossed your lips as he collided with yours in a messy combination of tender pecks and brash breath-takers. Kit pressed into you, and you could feel the stretched fabric around his crotch prodding at you further down.

"What do you want, Kit?" You spoke into one of the kisses, letting your hand fly down to his bulge, running over it with your hand. Kit moaned into your following kiss before pulling away to answer, "I want your mouth, baby, please." The both of you took that as a sign to stop and parted for breath.

Kit leaned back against the wall of the building opposite the bar, "You alright?"

You nodded to affirm that you were doing fine, and so he unbuttoned his denim flares and parted the flaps, pushing down the band of his white briefs to let his cock flop out. It looked thick and heavy, judging by how his underwear sagged with the weight. His balls sat just under his hard length, resting between that and the outside of his briefs, but they didn't seem to hang down that much. There was a smattering of short, trimmed hair around the base, but the length of Kit could be considered anything but that. The ridges of visible veins ran along a wide and lengthy shaft before stopping just short of an overhang of skin covering the head of his cock.

Kit took it into one of his hands and started tugging at it as you walked over to him. Slowly, it started to get harder, and the foreskin stretched over his growing head. He moaned as he pulled it back over the head, ushering you to your knees with a few needy words, "Seriously, I need your mouth now, sweetheart."

Kit wouldn't be lying if he said he was slightly hesitant about this. While he wanted to bring a fantasy he had for a while into reality, he had never done anything with another man. He was worried that he would end up disappointing you somehow through his lack of experience, but he had to keep a bold face for you. So, with you situated on your knees, he bucked his hips forward and pressed his cock to your readily parting lips. A bit of precum smeared over your lips as it weighed down on your tongue. For the most part, he tasted great, there was no overbearing flavor, but there was no lacking enticement to your tastebuds.

Kit let out a sigh. He was overwhelmed with pleasure and had to make sure this wasn't some twisted dream that he would wake from, only to find himself back at Briarcliff. The painstakingly slow speed you were taking his length into your mouth proved that this wasn't a dream but just a mere taste of heaven for the both of you. He pressed his hips further towards you, ushering his dick further along your tongue.

The tip of his cock broke new ground as it nudged at the back of your mouth. Due to the pleasure, and the alcohol running through Kit's system, he was practically bending to his own will for a better feeling than this. He took his hands out of his denim pockets and placed them on either side of your head, and with one quick pull towards him, his entire length was pushed down your throat. Kit had to fight himself to keep from yelling into the open alley. The echoes of the dingy alley walls and ensuing sight for anyone cutting through the passage wouldn't reflect well on either of you, but he let himself lose control by keeping you on his cock for a few moments.

Greedily stuffing his cock down your throat proved to be difficult on you, as you gagged on his cock almost immediately. Your mouth sputtered with spit as he held you there before pulling back and keeping the tip of his cock on your tongue.

"You mind if I go farther, suga'?" He asked, and you replied with an "Mhm" that vibrated over his shaft. You felt his grip tighten on both sides of your head. It wasn't painful, but it remained firm as he started to entirely fuck your mouth with fast-paced thrusts. Crude gagging noises bounced off the alley walls with each deep jab into your mouth while your head was being jerked back and forth. You could feel yourself starting to ooze precum at his rough handling of you.

Kit kept this up for several minutes, his knees hurting and throwing praises and the like out before regaining composure. He knew that he was close to spilling a massive load of white-hot release down your throat, but he couldn't help but speak what was on his mind.

"Y'know, those marches won't do a damned thing," Your eyes looked up to his, your eyebrows burying themselves together in confusion as he smirked, "It's when they see you like this, puffy-lipped and spit comin' outta you, they see it's all too real."

He pressed his hips forward and let his cock sink deep into your throat, the stubby hair around the base tickling your nose as his smell became potent and aromatic. With one quick and final thrust, he pulled his hips back and rapidly drove them back against your face. Kit's knees buckled as his thigh strained. His cock followed in the motion and pushed into your throat, spraying a large release of sticky white down it. He held you there for a few seconds before slowly pulling you off, a bit of his release pouring down your chin.

You came directly after and shot a few ropes down the thigh of your pants in response to Kit's climax, "That was really hot."

"Yeah, I don't know what got into me, (Y/n)," He somewhat apologized, offering a hand to help you stand up. You took it and rose to your feet.

"I mean, I loved it. The next time we do this, you gotta do that again," You teased, and Kit happily agreed.