#kit walker fluff

[shescallinmedaddy]

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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[fear-is-truth]

𝜗ϱ 𝑺𝑨𝑭𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 ── kit walker

꒰ 𝒌𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂 ꒱

˚₊ ⊹ 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚: anon ˚₊ ⊹

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔: gn!reader. sfw. fluff

𝜗ϱ

kit hates seeing you in pain, and the fact that it's not a simple mechanical issue he can fix with his tools. being no stranger to trauma himself, he refuses to leave you alone when you need him.

he would go on walks with you, to the forest or a nearby waterfall, sit with you and have long conversations.

respects your boundaries and will never push you to confront your trauma before you're ready.

instead, he would tell you about how he used to catch minnows in the creek or the delicious apple pie his grandmother used to make and hey maybe he could drive to the farmers market and buy some apples and you could bake together.

if you feel like you’re ready to talk about it, he would listen carefully to every word and try to offer any advice you might find helpful based on his own experience.

he's not an asshole who gives unsolicited advice, he’ll ask if you need it first.

letting you vent non-stop about how you feel while he holds your hands.

if you’re ready, he’ll even accompany you to the scene of the crime — to the place where the trauma occurred to create a new memory there and face down that fear.

very observant. learns your triggers and gently helps you avoid situations that might cause distress, always keeping an eye to ensure your comfort.

if you’re having a panic attack, he’s good at grounding techniques such as counting objects in the room or describing your surroundings, to redirect your focus.

“look at me. focus on my eyes. good job. now, just keep on focusing on me, angel. you’re doin so good. everything’s gonna be okay.”

encourages you to seek professional help if needed, taking days off from work to accompany you to your therapy sessions.

he'd prepare warm baths infused with your favorite scent and even go the extra mile to light candles.

encourages you to engage in relaxing activities like painting, gardening, or baking together.

movie nights, chess games, or simple walks in the park to help take your mind off things.

loves cuddling, always ready to wrap you in his arms whenever you need a hug.

surprises you with small but meaningful gestures, like leaving sweet little notes around the house.

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[undeadcortez]

OH, CHRISTMAS TREE

kit walker x fem! reader | 3.6K words

!! SMUT BELOW THE CUT !! please do not read unless you are eighteen or older | mentions of oral sex (both m and f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, and not much else, just mainly fluffy-ish smut

happy holidays, y’all!! i finally got this one finished for you guys and wanted to say i’m so excited to be stepping back into the american horror story fandom and writing once again. i hope to see you very soon in the new year with some new headcanons and a fully updated archive list of all my old works. i love you all!!

“And…,” you paused, tongue peaking between red-stained lips as you delicately hung the final ornament on the tree, “done!”

Hands fell to your hips in fists as you stepped back in utter awe of the tree before you. It was beautiful, decked out with silver tinsel and red globes that sparkled under the white lights wrapped around the branches. You were proud, but not all the credit was yours for the taking.

“It’s gorgeous, sweetheart,” that familiar, thick Boston accent sounded as he snuck back into the living room, “we make a good pair when it comes to decoratin’.”

“Is that the only thing we’re ‘good’ at as a pair?” you immediately quipped, finally diverting your gaze from the tree to your boyfriend.

He held a crumbly chocolate chip cookie, half finished already, and a few crumbs decorating his lips as he smiled. “I could think of a few more things,” he said, leaning in to land a peck on your lips. He smelt like cinnamon and tasted of those cookies, chocolatey and sickeningly sweet.

It was your first Christmas together, you and Kit. And though it had been everything the two of you talked about for months, you were just getting around to putting up decorations… on December Twenty-Fourth. Listen, money was tight. With Kit earning about a dollar an hour, and the diner scheduling you fewer shifts, the both of you decided gifts came first and decorations would come later. However, as Christmas came closer and closer, the bills got higher and higher, and you’re not sure whose idea it was at first, but gifts were decidedly put on the back burner.

It made sense to get a Christmas tree. Sure, one might think ‘what’s a tree without any gifts?’, but this tree was your gift. You’d rather spend the day in, curled up against Kit’s chest beneath a layer of blankets, and be able to admire a tree. And in all honesty, it wasn’t actually beautiful. To you, of course it was, but to anyone else? They would see the several bare spots and limited decoration to cover them. They would see the flicker of years old lights and the cracks on the globes that are struggling not to just shatter. However, you were proud of it. Not to mention, this was yours and Kit’s savings combined over the last month.

Kit’s free arm soon wrapped around your waist, and you watched as he took another bite of the cookie before your attention was back on the tree. The warmth of your lover had you practically melting against his chest whilst the tree did the same, warming up the room and it was simply perfect. You could stay here forever. No job to exhaust you, no bills to pay, no worries ever again. Just you and Kit and this tree.

“Suga’, I—,” he started, drawing you out of your thoughts and focusing back on his crumb-covered, stubble-riddled lips, “I uh, I got ya somethin’, and please don’t be upset, sweetheart.” You opened your mouth to object, but he continued, “I know we agreed on no gifts, but I’ve had this one saved since August.”

A frown took over your lips as the warmth disappeared into the bedroom down the hall, leaving you all alone with the tree. You knew something like this would happen. There was no world where your boyfriend, Kit fucking Walker, would allow you to go giftless on Christmas. You stepped back, finally allowing yourself to sit down on Kit’s tattered couch, and waited while thoughts of guilt consumed you.

You tried to scrounge up enough for a gift for Kit. You meant to set aside money a few months back for it, but something always came up. Bills, or food, or gas, it was always just something. And your Christmas fund took the brunt of it. You were hoping the holidays would bring in a few more tips, but with your limited shifts, all the tips you got went to necessities. You couldn’t even afford a candy bar let alone a nice gift for the one person you ached to give one to.

His grin sparkled in the lights of the tree as he returned to the living room, pulling you out of your thoughts. It was impossible to be upset about the gift, or the lack of yours to give. Not because of the tree, or the holiday spirit that hung in the air, but that smile — Kit’s contagious, beautiful smile.

He was pretty like this. Truly, any version of him is utterly breathtaking, but the way his eyes twinkled beneath the white lights, the love that he held within them. And his freckles, each one prominently kissing along the ridge of his nose. His hair rested perfectly atop his head despite the full day of work he just had, and your eyes just can’t stray away from that infamous smile.

With one hand behind his back, the couch sunk in a tad as he sat beside you, gathering your hand in his free one, still a bit sticky from the treat he had moments ago — it’s safe to assume he scarfed it down the second he disappeared to the bedroom. You couldn’t help, but chuckle to yourself at the thought. “Close your eyes,” he instructed, the rough pad of his thumb brushing along your knuckles in familiarity. You did as you were told.

There was a moment of silence, of stillness, before some shuffling in front of you, and suddenly, a velvety box was placed in your lap. It wasn’t a ring or earrings, you immediately ruled that out by its size alone. And before your mind could go racing on what it might be in a box this size, Kit’s soft lips were on the corner of your mouth. Only there for a moment as he lingered and mumbled, “open, sweetheart.”

It took a moment for your eyes to focus with the dim lighting of the room, but soon, you were staring down at a green, you guessed right, velvet box. It adorned a small, darker green bow wrapped around its entirety, and just by the look of the box alone you could tell it was expensive.

“Kit, baby, I—,” you started.

“Just open it, babe,” he cut you off, insisting. It wasn’t often he would speak over you, but you knew the both of you would be going back and forth for hours if he hadn’t. You sighed and pulled the edge of the bow. Once the bow was nothing, but a mere piece of ribbon, undone and limp on your lap, you lifted the lid.

“Oh… my,” whatever words were on your tongue were swallowed up by the sparkly silver before you. It was a necklace with an opal-esque pendant, embellished in silver and what appeared to be diamonds. The necklace was nothing short of stunning, and you reflected Kit’s grin as you took it out of its cushioned box.

The chain was dainty despite the chunky centerpiece, but that thought didn’t cross your mind as it held it up in front of you. Watching as the diamonds shimmered in the lights, much like Kit’s caramel eyes — a connection you would make forever more.

“Do ya like it?” he questioned, and you couldn’t even take your eyes off of the necklace as you answered:

“Kit, like it? I love it!”

And before your thoughts could become all-consuming, before guilt could rush through your veins at just how expensive this must have been with nothing to give in return, before any tears could well up in your eyes, Kit’s lips were on your own, and you were immediately putty between the plumpness.

Stubble tickled the tips of your fingers as you brought your free hand to his cheek, setting the one adorning the necklace in your lap. Inhaling cinnamon between short breaths as Kit eased it further and further into something more than just a loving peck. You swear he made your head spin with just his kiss, and the spices dancing on your lips and twirling in your nostrils only made it all worse.

A whimper escaped your throat as he pulled away, and you ached to chase after the lips. It was almost embarrassing how a simple kiss could make you so desperate, but who really could blame you? Kit spoiled you, and not just in the sense of gifts and goodies. Kit Walker fucked you unlike anyone else could.

And maybe it was greedy. Greedy to be given such a gorgeous gift and now aching for something more. Kit was a God at all things pleasure, you really couldn’t help it when the filthiest thoughts would come rushing in each time he kissed you like that. Thoughts of him spreading you open on this couch, necklace simply dangling from your fingertips while the other dug into the scarred skin of his back. Or maybe coming undone on his tongue as he kitten licked between your thighs, sopping the whole couch cushion below you. Or maybe—

“Sweetheart,” he groaned, and you certainly weren’t expecting that, though you probably should’ve. Spoiled, remember? You’re spoiled, nothing short of it, and all because Kit ached for you just as much as you did for him. He enjoyed when his fingers would disappear into your pink, weeping pussy, he loved it even more when his tongue was making quick laps at it, and don’t even get him started on how good you felt enveloping his leaking cock. The ache was most definitely always mutual. And what made Kit unlike any other man you’d been with before, he didn’t care that he’d just given you a gift so generous, so thoughtful, he would find just as much pleasure in eating you out right that second as he did watching you open it.

It was a whirlwind of senses, that moment. As your minty breath tangled with his own spiced smell, and the sight of his eyes, riddled with lust, caramel and twinkling. It was a simple kiss, that’s really all it was, but fuck, did it have you both craving more.

“I really do love the necklace,” you tried, almost desperately, to forget about that ever-growing hunger between your legs, about the overwhelming emptiness, about the subtle drip tickling your folds, “It’s beautiful, baby.”

His eyes flickered between the both of yours, and he really hadn’t drifted much further back. Your hand still rested on his cheek, and his breath remained hitting your swollen lips. “I’m glad you like it,” he whispered, and it’s almost like he knew how sudden the lust overcame the room as well, but his next words would prove to you that he didn’t care, “please kiss me again, suga’.”

The second kiss was far more intense. Your lips met his own and you were confident now that you knew he needed this all the same. Eyes fluttered closed as you rushed to cup his cheeks with both hands, dropping the necklace back into its box and pushing it aside to be talked about later. Right now, all that was on your mind was Kit, and how his tongue prodded at your lips. Once you parted them, it dipped in, roaming the space as if Kit owned it. He did.

The soft thunk of the velvet box hitting the floor couldn’t pull you away. Not as Kit expertly slotted his lips along yours, tongue coming and going with a new route each time. Brushing along the back of your teeth, tangling for fleeting moments with your own tongue, or coaxing your plump lip between his. This kept going for a while, purely making out on the couch with his hands wandering all along your hips and bum, until he suddenly craved elsewhere.

His spit-coated lips dragged along your jawline, and you tilted your head back with a moan. And as you trailed your fingers along his cheeks, into his hair, he swore you felt him smirk against your skin.

Kit’s own hands finally found refuge on the globes of your ass, pulling you into his lap as his back rested against the armrest of the couch. Another moan bounced off the living room walls as he squooze, and his smirk grew as he kissed along your neck and down to your collarbones.

There were many nights when the sex was slow. Kit would take his time undressing you, and the foreplay could last for hours. He would kiss you until your whole body was numb and buzzing, and he’d make you climax several times over before even thinking about his own needs. Tonight, however, was a one that came by rarely, and Kit was hastily fiddling with your shirt. And though those nights where the sex took place into my the sun came up were nothing short of amazing, nights like this were your favorite.

There was just something so angelic about a pussy-hungry Kit Walker. Doe eyes glazed over with lust, cheeks flushed as fingers tremble along your skin, and the pure heat that radiates off of his body. It was all present tonight, and his infamous, starving moans came into play as he finally pulled your blouse over your head, letting it meet its fate on the floor alongside green velvet.

“God, sweetheart,” he whispered, taking in the lacy, white bra you adorned, his hands burning your skin as it trailed up your side and cupped your left tit, kneading it between his calloused fingers, “you’re the only thing I want for Christmas — truly the best gift any man could ask for.”

His words alone made your heart flutter, a shiver sent up your spine as your cunt clenched around nothing while it weeped against your cotton panties. Melting between his fingertips, you moaned and finally looked back down to meet up with Kit’s gaze. One hand tightened on his brunette locks as you spoke, the other traveled down to ground yourself on his sweater clad chest, “then play with your gift, baby. Please, don’t keep me waiting any longer.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. In what felt like a matter of seconds, you were naked besides your underwear with your back now against the worn cushions of the couch. Kit hovered above you, still clothed. You felt as if he was devouring you with his eyes, and he was, taking in every inch of your glowing skin beneath the Christmas tree lights.

A hand met your cheek, hot to the touch just as anticipated. The other was on your hip, fingertips dipping beneath your panties, and you whimpered. Kit’s own noises filled the air, bouncing off of every branch of the tree, and dancing in your ears. Your own hands were playing with the bottom hem of his shirt, having fallen from their positions when you were guided down on your back.

“It’s not fair,” you whispered, a slight pout on your lips as Kit’s thumb caught the plumpness of it, running the rough pad around your mouth, “I’m naked, why aren’t you?”

He chuckled, watching the way you parted your lips with ease as he applied pressure to your bottom one and pulled. You moaned, squirming a bit beneath him to find any friction on your achy cunt to no avail. “Just admirin’ my gift, baby doll,” he murmured before letting go of your lip and gently pushing your hands away to lift up his shirt.

You couldn’t help the sound that crept its way up your throat at the sight of Kit’s bare torso. You’ve seen time and time again, but it never failed to completely knock the breath out of you. Chest sprinkled with just the tiniest amounts of hair and freckles, and tense abs that only tightened as you reached out to touch them. Your fingers slotted between the ridges, the touch lingered before drifting and working on the button of his pants. You couldn’t take the emptiness much longer.

He assisted you, and soon enough, you were both just in your underwear, nearly breathless and giggly. You shared a smile, one that Kit reflected before his lips crashed down onto yours in only the third kiss of the night, and his fingers pushed off your panties.

It took all your might not to follow after his lips as he pulled away, but you’re almost glad you didn’t, or else you wouldn’t be able to admire his next moves. Brows knit together, and his lips parted to release a moan, while his eyes were locked in on your cunt. “You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he murmured, and yeah, it was glistening with your slick in the twinkling light, and though he knew the answer, he asked, “is this all for me?”

Any words you want to say got stuck in your throat, only nodding as his fingers reached down and parted your folds. The filthy, wet noises of your cunt mixed with Kit’s heavenly moans while he admired what was waiting for him was almost too much in itself, your free hand gripping the plush throw pillow beside your head.

“Use your words, baby,” he insisted, and his touch left nearly as soon as it came, “is this all for me?”

“Yes!” you nearly croaked, voice raw as if you’ve been teased for hours, as you’ve already been fucked out, and it’s exactly what Kit had been waiting for, “it’s all for you, Kit Walker.”

He groaned at the use of his full name, and he pulled down his white briefs. Much like his chest, you’ve seen his cock time and time again, but it never failed to utterly amaze you. It’s a pretty cock with a flushed pink mushroom tip, a normal girth, but a length just tad longer than average. It takes all your strength to allow Kit to do whatever he wished in this moment rather than just wrap your lips around the swollen head. And you're glad you didn’t despite your near drooling, because Kit immediately gripped the base and brushed the tip along your folds.

Arching your back just a bit, you closed your eyes and moaned out his name, “Kit.” His precum mixed with your slick, and he admired just the moment of it all before dipping his tip inside, and you both let out a deep, nearly animalistic moan.

As he pushed in further, your hand slipped from the cushions to hold onto his shoulder, leaving little marks in the shapes of crescents against his skin. He stretched you perfectly, much like any other time, and you whimpered as he bottomed out, clenching around the thickness.

“I love you,” you whispered before he began to move, fluttering your eyes open, and taking in all of his beauty, “Merry Christmas, Kit.”

“Merry Christmas, my love,” he whispered back, and pulled back before pushing his way back in and moaning.

The gentle moment only lasted that, a moment, before Kit’s actions found themselves hasty once again, and he was finding a rhythm on your cunt. It was loving, but it was quick, and you knew your crescents would be little bruises in the morning with how tight you were gripping him.

There was a hand beside your face, holding onto the cushion while his other left your cheek. It dragged down your body, between the valley of your breast, over your stomach, and halted just above your cunt. His thumb dipped down, messily rubbing small circles on your clit in time with his thrusts, and you gasped, breaking the only sounds of moans and skin slapping together.

Kit groaned at the way your cunt fluttered around his cock — and if it was anyone, but him, they would’ve made fun of you for already being so close. You couldn’t help it, though. Kit simply just knew how to please you. He did stop the circling on that sensitive bundle of nerves, however, and it had you whining. He wanted this to last, at least for a few more moments.

His hips sped up a bit, and the noises he was making were the furthest things from God, filthy, but somehow still pure heaven to your ears. His breath was staggered, and maybe it was the pent up excitement, the heat of the moment, but Kit’s balls were tightening as they slapped against your bum, and he could tell his orgasm was just around the corner, too, despite how little time he was buried in your warmth.

You couldn’t complain, though, as Kit’s thumb messily toyed with your clit once again, so deep that you swear you felt him in your tummy. He was hitting the gushy, sensitive part inside of you with each thrust and you tightened around him, all, but screaming as your orgasm reigned closer and closer.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he insisted, and your eyes fluttered open as the pleasure took over, eyebrows knit as you stared up at your lover and came around his cock.

It truly hit you like a truck, the heat in the ears and twitch in your thighs increasing tenfold as your climax dragged out. Kit nursed you through it, slowing for just a moment when you noticeably grew closer to overstimulation. “Thank you,” you whispered after a moment of catching your breath, and only then did he speed back up to chase his own.

“Oh,” he moaned, and truly it was a sight to see, with his eyebrows knitted, eyes shut tight, lips parted. “Oh, shit, ‘m close, ‘m—!” his words were cut off by his orgasm, taking his words straight from his tongue as he came inside, coating your walls in thick, warm white.

Cheats heaved as you both attempted to catch your breath, and with a smile plastered in his lips, Kit lowered himself fully onto your chest. He was still deep inside, though now flaccid, and the closeness was a loving intoxication. Sweaty bodies, skin-to-skin, but it felt nice with him, and your fingers found their way back into his hair, tangled up in the sweaty brunette waves. “I really do love you, Kit Walker,” you broke the string of panting breaths and breathy giggles, and Kit looked up at you with a smirk.

“I love y’more, suga’,” he leaned up and pushed a sweet kiss to your lips and you squirmed as his cum began to drip from your cunt onto the cushions. He pulled away with a small chuckle, and you whined as he attempted to slip out from you. “What? You’re hopin’ for round two, hm, sweetheart?”

You nodded. And he smiled, pushing yet another kiss against your lips, hardening slowly within you, you tilted your head back to look at the lights and moaned. Merry Christmas to you.

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[joshlmbrt]

here's an evan fic request for u :)

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

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

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

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

Thank God for Sunday’s.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry.” You giggle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, almond?”

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

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

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

For loving me.

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

I’ll always love you.

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[dracaesusurro]

“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.

——————————————————-

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]

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.

No.

No.

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

“Shut your mouth Mr. Walker.”

My teeth chattered.

No.

No.

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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[localnerdforsteveharrington]

Day 17 of Kinktober: Rough Sex

Character/s: Kit Walker

Warnings: smut, biting, some groping.

The two of you had talked about this moment all week and you felt mixture of excitement’s and anxiousness when the evening finally arrived with you all ready mostly naked in bed aside from you light blue lingerie.

You and Kit had never had sex before so when you suggested it to him, he was practically giddy even though this wouldn’t be either of yours first time, it would be your first time together.

Exhilaration travelled at high speeds through your body and just then Kit walked into the room, with a face of utter shock and then excitement at seeing your lingerie. “You did this for me, sweetheart? Suga’ you look so fucking hot right now” he says.

He slowly walks closer to you as you sit there in anticipation. “Lord, I’m gonna ravish you” Kit mutters, with a devious smirk in your direction and just then, he practically pounces onto you. “You sure you still wanna do this?” he asks, only continuing when you agree.

The lingerie is torn away from you and he immediately begins groping around your body before slipping his fingers downwards to warm you up for him. This doesn’t last long because soon enough he is pounding inside you.

Your moans echo the house but despite how many times you come and reach your high, he still continues. “Fuck, suga’, I’m close, can I cum in you, sweetheart?” Kit groans out.

“Please, kit, cum in me, I need you, I need your cum in me right now” you beg ad your fifth high of the night arrives just as you feel him fill you up. This room is filled with a mixture of your whimpers and his moans.

Just then as he rides through his high, he leans down and bites down against your shoulder. This only encourages your moans for him as your overstimulated body couldn’t comprehend the pleasure you were feeling.

“Thank you, kit, I love you” you say without much thought as he stays inside you. His heart melts slightly at your soft words, “I love you too, my sweetheart.”

All he could do was smile down at your love bites and think of how lucky he was to have you as his girlfriend after everything that had happened.

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[kittenwalker]

hi there! i was wondering if you also accept requests, if so please could you write kit walker stepping in and taking the blame for something wrong the reader did inside the asylum to protect her from sister jude? thanks a lot either way.

yes, I accept requests so if anyone wants any you can just text them to me and I would gladly write them!

You were slowly feeling insane the more you were here. You were here for about 6 months already because you murdered your baby brother out of rage as he wasn’t cooperating with you. You couldn't remember anything from that day though as if your mind just blocked it out. You weren't sure if you did murder your baby brother but how could you? You adored him so much.

Hearing a click snapped you out of your daze.

" Your move darlin' "

Looking at the board, you moved one of your bishop killing Kit's rook. Kit was the reason why you kept your sanity in this filthy place. He had a similar reason why he was admitted here, also not being able to remember what happened on that day. Kit was always so nice to you, playing chess with you and even stealing things with you. Honestly, you were falling for him.

" Checkmate," you said victory lacing your voice

" I can never win with ya can I? " Kit said defeated

" Nope," you said shaking your head

You looked up at the clock and realized it was time for your bakery shift. You quickly said goodbye to Kit and ran off to the bakery. Kneading the dough over and over again, making your arms sore. This sucks without Kit, you thought to yourself.

Rolling the dough into balls and slapping them onto the tray. You pop the trays of dough into the oven and waited for it to bake. You were thinking about stuffing a few pieces of bread into your pockets as the food they served was awful and not fulfilling.

As the timer dinged, you took out the tray being careful not to drop it. Looking around to see if anyone was near you, then you sneakily filled your pockets with bread. Running out of the bakery as your shift was over, you saw Kit going down as he had one last shift before the day ended. You walked back into your cell and went into a corner to munch on the stolen bread before going to sleep.

Waking up to the sound of metal squeaking, you figured someone has entered your cell. You looked up to see Sister Jude pulling you up by the shoulder. You were following Sister Jude, already knowing where this is headed. This path was leading to her office, she probably found out you stole her bread and was going to punish you.

Walking into her office, you saw Kit leaning over her table. Instantly you knew what was happening, Kit took the blame for you as his shift was the last and it was most likely he stole it.

" Y/n do you know why you are here " Sister Jude questioned, raising her eyebrows.

You slightly shook your head, acting as if you haven't already known.

" Well, when I was counting the number of bread yesterday "

" 3 pieces of bread were missing, " She said emphasising the word missing

" I told you it was me Sista'! " Kit screamed

" No, you keep your mouth shut! I wanna hear it come out of her lips "

You looked at kit, his face was pleading for you not to confess that it was you. So you went along with it.

" I didn't steal anything Sister " You felt a pang of guilt wash over you as soon as you said it.

Sister Jude's smirk fell upon hearing the confession but she had another idea to possibly make you break.

" Alright I take you for your word, but if you didn't do it then you wouldn't mind staying here and watching Kit get his 15 lashes right? " There was always a twist in the nun's games but you couldn't give in now.

" Sure I'm going to watch it with delight " You could already feel the tears welling up in your eyes, careful to not let them spill out.

Sister Jude started with one then followed by another. Stopping every whip so the pain can soak into Kit. Kit would slightly jump every lash, hearing him wince was not making it easier for you to watch.

The nun hoped that after every whip you would blurt out the sin you've committed, but as the number of lashes lowered her hope faded away. Soon the torture was over and both of you were dismissed.

As soon as you walked out of the office you fell into Kit's chest sobbing uncontrollably. After what he has done for you this is how you repaid him.

" I-I'm sorry it was my fault, I'm sorr- " you were interrupted by Kit shushing you.

" Hey it's alright I wanted to do it "

" How can I repay you? "

He stayed quiet, thinking of all the possibilities but he only wanted one thing. Kit slowly leaned into your face, holding your cheek, and kissed you. You felt his soft lips pressed against yours as both your lips were dancing together. You pulled away so you could catch some air, you felt shocked and speechless so you just stared into his eyes. He smirked and said.

" This was worth getting punished "

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[quicksilversg1rl]

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.

*****

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

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[artemisthewh0re]

Hi! saw you asking for blurb prompts.. could you do prompts 12 and 14 for Kit Walker please? Thank you sm :)

A/n: of course ❤️. I think I butchered his accent but I hope you like it!

Prompts: 12. "I'm so very in love with you." and 14. Combing their fingers through the other's hair.

...

Kit's head laid across your legs, his chocolate brown locs smoothly flowing in between your fingers. He was having his nightly after sex cigarette despite your annoyance with smoking in bed.

"Come on babe, it's not like I'm fallin' asleep with it," he'd whine.

"But you could!" you'd reply knowing it wasn't going to get through that thick skull of his. You knew if you ever had kids they'd be just as hot-headed as him. God help us all.

You look down at him, noticing the cute beauty mark on the tip of his nose and his slightly chubby cheeks. Kit looks up at your pondering face.

"What?" he asks.

"I'm so in love with you," you respond, leaning over to kiss him on his now cigarette free lips. Kit smiles into the kiss.

"I'm so in love with you too sweetheart," he says, his dimples turn you into putty as you continue to absentmindedly run your finger through his hair.

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[luvlanadr]

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 𝘀𝗶���𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁,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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[joshlmbrt]

Sing To Me. (k. walker x opera!plussized!reader)

‘I CAN ONLY SLEEP WHEN YOU SING TO ME.’

【𝜗𝜚 warnings; mentions of briarcliff, kit talking ab having nightmares, reader is supposed to be plus-sized - but i never really speak about weight or figure or anything so you can imagine anything you’d like! very very short - i apologize!

【𝜗𝜚 an; i hope you enjoy this! thank you for your request! i also hope you don’t mind that i changed it slightly!

He had another nightmare.

Not one where he would wake up, breathing heavily and his hair plastered to his forehead.

The type you wake up with a sense of dread everything was fake and he was back in the asylum. One where he woke up screaming until his throat was raw and your quick to wake up, never one to complain.

The tears that fall from his eyes and onto your nightgown are from his anxiety and the bad thoughts in his head.

This isn’t real.

You’re imagining feeling someone’s arms around you.

You’re imagining a home that isn’t real.

Still, his fingers grip the fabric of your shirt, closing his eyes as he feels the soft plush of your lips pressing against the top of his head.

He mumbles something into your chest and you’re pulling him away. “What was that?��

“Sing to me,” He whispers, voice raw. “I can only sleep when you sing to me. It helps me feel safe.”

You nod, moving further down into the covers. You allow him to situate himself, resting his head against your chest. His eyes close when your fingers scratch at his scalp.

He feels as you inhale deeply before exhaling, singing a soft song just for him.

His hand grips your side ever so often, just making sure you’re still there and you aren’t just someone or something he’s conjured up in his mind.

You and your voice are a safe space for Kit. You feel like home.

【𝜗𝜚 request by; @delusionalgirlplace

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

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[stupidlyobbsessed]

Please, write about Kit Walker in the asylum 🙏🏻

I was thinking about angst with him x female reader, but you can combine angst with smut if you'd like to only write smutty things..

Idk if this is quite what you wanted buy I tried my best, there's no smut I just didn't think it would fit? This is kinda my first fic and it's my first time writing angst so idk if it's good

Summary: you try to break kit out of the asylum but your whole world crumbles instead

Warnings: attempted suicide, depression, mentions of murder, angst, not being able to be with the person you love, lmk if there's anything else

♡Last kiss♡

My husband kit walker had just been sent to Briarcliff asylum for the murders of multiple women, He claimed he did not kill anyone and I believed him. While he was being dragged away I told him I would get him out somehow and that's how I ended up here, at Briarcliff asylum in sister judes office. "Sister I truly believe kit is innocent...there's no way he would have had time to kill anyone, he's always with me" I explained to Jude "well if he's so innocent why does all the evidence lead back to him?" She said disagreeing, "but mamm, you have to understand...look at him he's the sweetest man I've ever met, he would never hurt a fly" I add getting frustrated, she looked at me sternly "kit walker killed those women wether you like it or not, now may i please get back to work?" She raised her voice slightly and stood up. I looked up at her holding back my tears "can I atleast visit him?" I ask hopefully as my voice cracks, she's silent for a moment until she sighs and says "I suppose just seeing him won't cause any harm, come with me..." I follow her to where the cells are, the men in the cells around me yell out filthy things to me and I scrunch my face in disgust, we get to kits cell and sister Jude knocks on the door "you have a visitor mr walker" she says in annoyance, kit opens the little window in his door and looks out, when he sees me his eyes light up "y/n?" He asks a smile apparent in his voice I get close to the door "yes kit I'm here, I had to come see you, I'm so sorry" I say tearing up as Jude stands near by, kit squeezes his hand out of the window and cups my cheek "oh doll face, it's not your fault" he says tears starting to fall aswell, I smile slightly and turn to look at Jude "may you give us a moment alone?" I ask wiping the tears from my face, she nods and walks away I turn back to kit and smile "I'm going to get you out of here" I say positively "you can't baby, it's impossible" he shakes his head. I lean closer and whisper in his ear "there's a secret tunnel that I can get in through, I'll come tomorrow night" I say looking into his eyes. I tell him we're the tunnel is so he can meet me there while he's out of his cell the next day. He agrees to the plan and we say our goodbyes.

Kits pov

Yesterday y/n came to the asylum and told me she had a plan to get me out, I'm supposed to meet her at the tunnel tonight which is perfect because tonight is movie night so I'll be able to sneak away easily. While I'm watching the movie I ask sister Mary Eunice to go to the bathroom, she let's me and I make my way down to the tunnel.

Your pov

I just made my way into the asylum I'm waiting for kit for a little while before he comes down the hall, I smile when I see him, even when he's trapped in an insane asylum he looks beautiful. He makes his way over to me and brings me into his embrace I kiss him softly but passionately and I practically melt beneath his touch, we stay like that for a few moments before we turn around to go outside through the tunnel but then I feel a strong grip on my shoulder and it's not kits hand. They caught us. kit was taken to his cell and i was taken to sister judes office. She punished me and gave me a cell. All I could do was sob, I was so close to getting him out just to be locked here in this horrible place aswell. I don't sleep that night, how could I after what has happened? The days go by and I dont move from my bed there's no point because me and kit are forbidden to be around each other. I become depressed and before I know it I've been there for over a month, only leaving my cell to eat which wasn't very often and when I did eat I didn't eat much. My whole world fell apart and I couldn't do anything about it, my husband was in the same building as me but I'm not allowed to see him. As time went on I was allowed to be In the same room as kit but i wasn't allowed to touch him or talk to him and every time I tried I would get punished to the point where I couldn't sit down. After almost 6 months I decided I had enough, I brought a chair into my cell and stood up on it as I tied a rope around my neck and hung myself to the light, if I couldn't be with kit there was no point in living. I stepped off of the chair and the rope squeezed around my neck making me lose consciousness, but then the light broke off of the ceiling causing the rope to loosen as I fell to the floor, I didn't die. I woke up in he medical wing. I looked around and lana winters was sitting next to my bed "you poor thing..." she said brushing a hand over my forehead "where's kit?" I say with a scratchy voice "kit is in the hydrotherapy room, sister Mary Eunice was supposed to be keeping watch of him but she left, its the perfect time to go see him y/n" she tells me smiling, my face lights up "I can go see him? Really?" I say happily "yes you can , sister Eunice won't be back for a while" lana says matching my energy, I stand up suddenly feeling a lot better than I have in months I say bye to lana and go to the hydrotherapy room where kit is. Just as I open the door I see kit getting undressed to get in the tub, he turns around as he hears the door open and his face instantly lights up, I quickly go into the room closing the door behind me "oh kit I'm so sorry" I say as I hug him "sorry for what sweetheart?" He asks as he wraps his arms around me and rubs my back, I look up at him as I start tearing up "I tried to hang myself last night..." I admit as I bury my head in his chest, he hugs me tighter "baby...oh no baby, it's ok" he says trying to hold back his tears, he runs his fingers through my hair and kisses the top of my head, we stay like that for a while just holding each other and sharing passionate kisses filled with love until I have to leave again. "I love you kit, so much" i say my smile breaking "I love you too y/n, so so much" he says giving me one last kiss.

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when you're done

( kit walker )

-> synopsis: cleaning kit up after he gets back from solitary

-> warnings: foul language, pet names [angel, pretty boy], smoking, mention of blood, making out (no im not sorry 😇)

-> pairing: kit walker x reader

-> reading time:

-> reader's pronouns: she/her

-> a/n: KIT>>> also i hope this is good :')

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"what gave you the idea to start a fight in the common room that required you going to the shithole for a day and a half?" y/n questioned, perched on the counter in the kitchen dabbing at Kit's lip with a paper towel and peroxide at her hand.

Kit shrugged. "maybe if they weren't talkin' 'bout you..." he trailed off, scratching at a cut by his hairline.

y/n swatted his hand down, turning his head down so she could get a better view of his cut. the blood from his cut had gotten his hair sticky in the thick red liquid, and had dried on his skin. "hell, kit. i don't give a shit if they talk about me unless they're dumb enough to talk about me in front of me. don't get yourself hurt because of what's said about littl ol' me," she spoke quietly.

when she took ger hands away from him, kit looked up. she had noticeable dark bags under her eyes, her hair was unruly and messy, and she had a bruise across her face because of previously being in solitary, but she was one of the most beautiful things Kit had ever seen. her eyes had a light in them that Kit had promised himself to protect the first time she looked up at him with a weary smile.

"walker?" y/n asked, peering into his eyes. her pretty lips were just inches from his, and his eyes unconsciously flickered to them every few seconds.

he smiled. "my head hurts, angel," he began. "will you kiss it to make it better?"

slowly, y/n lifted her hands to cup his cheeks and tilted his head down. she pressed her lips to the cut on his hairline, lingering. she pulled back slowly.

"my cheek hurts. you should kiss that too," kit grinned.

moving her hands, y/n kissed both of his lightly bruised cheeks. when she pulled away, his smile was wider than any other she'd seen.

"my lips hurt," he started.

waiting for him to continue, y/n threaded her fingers into the hair on the nape of his neck, urging him to go on.

he swallowed. with his eyes a mixture of emotions, he finished with "you should really kiss them."

y/n smashed her lips onto his. immediately, his hands latched onto her, touching her, feeling her. a small groan left kit's lips when y/n nipped at his bottom lip.

pulling away, kit rested his forhead against y/n's. exhaling through his swollen lips, he could feel y/n still fiddling with his hair.

after a minute, though, y/n pulled away. kit's hurt eyes made y/n press another small kiss to his lips. "i gotta clean you up, pretty boy, jeez."

"but you'll kiss me when you're done, yeah?"

y/n laughed, putting peroxide on a new paper towel. "'course i'll kiss you when i'm done."

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hello! i would like to request a mix of angst and fluff for kit x fem reader! i was thinking of a secret romance between kit, the most known person, and reader, the least known person. kit gets out first and then since the reader is the patient that no one worries about, kit breaks her out of briar. no one notices. i think you’d do really great at something like this!

The Sweet Escape

Pairing: Kit Walker x fem! Reader

Warnings: heavy kissing, mild touching in a closet, language

Summary: *in req*

Word Count: 2k

I always seemed to blend into Briarcliff's shadows. I was never one to turn heads. I suppose I shouldn't be too upset. The majority of the people trapped within this torture chamber couldn't form a coherent thought. But it was still depressing to be the one who was constantly pushed into the corners. At least, that's what I was, until Kit Walker appeared. I remember him approaching me while I was eating and asking, in his thick accent, what I was doing all by my lonesome. We'd been hooked on each other ever since. Briarcliff wasn't high school, and I certainly didn't expect a romance to bloom within its bleak walls. Nonetheless, I consider myself fortunate.

To be honest, I have no idea why he clung to me. Perhaps it was because we were both young and looking for a way to divert our attention from the tragedy that was unfolding within the walls of Briarcliff. Regardless of the reason, I was grateful to have someone like Kit Walker in my life. Even if it was only for a brief moment as we navigated the difficulties of maintaining sanity within an asylum.

Kit pressed my back against the cool supply closet wall. The thin hospital gown offered little protection against the moisture that had accumulated on the bricks. It didn't bother me. Kit's hot body ensured that I stayed warm. My short nails raked across his scalp, eliciting a low moan from the back of his throat. His noises were swallowed by my mouth. Kit's hands gripped my waist tightly. Because of the thin fabric, I could feel every rough callus decorating his overworked palms. Our soft mouths moved in perfect unison.

“Kit.”

I groaned, only wanting to say his name. Kit grabbed my thigh and hiked it up to his waist, his tongue pushing past my teeth to further explore my mouth.

“I want you so bad.”

He snarled against my lips. A moan ripped through my body as I felt his growing erection pressed to my clothed core. The blood rushed to my cunt, my panties growing wet with desire.

“Kit.”

I said, this time with more urgency.

“Yes?”

He said, pulling back, a soft blush coating his porcelain skin.

“We shouldn’t do this right now. It’s only a matter of time before Sister Jude realizes you're missing from movie night.”

Kit rolled his eyes, pressing his hot mouth to my jugular. My neck grew lax, and my head fell back against the cold wall.

“Let them find us. Let them find us with my cock inside you.”

Oh God, it was so hard to resist him. My nails dug into his strong shoulders, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment. I desperately wanted him to bend me over and fuck my silly. But, the rational side of me knew that wasn’t a smart move.

Kit’s hand crawled up my thigh, brushing over my clothed clit once he reached my hot core.

I whimpered, the featherlight touch bringing me back to reality.

“Kit, we can’t get caught.”

I reached down, gently shoving his hand away from my desperate cunt. Kit drew back, an over exaggerated pout on his beautiful face.

“Are you sure baby?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Kit gradually lowered my leg to the floor until I was standing on two feet. We stayed close for a few seconds longer, not wanting to leave each other's company.

“When we’re both free I’ll take you somewhere nice. Then we can fuck for real.”

Kit said, a large smirk plastered on his adorable face. I scoffed.

“That sounds lovely.”

I sighed deeply.

“Although, I hate to say it but I think I'm here for life. Whereas you’re free once they discover you’re innocent.”

Kit licked his lips and shook his head.

“I’ll get you outta here, I promise. Once I’m free I’ll do everything in my power to get you outta this godforsaken place.”

The following day, a shocking discovery was made public. Bloody Face was apprehended. Kit was completely innocent! Everything I had been wishing for had finally come true. Unfortunately, I overlooked the fact that once his innocence was established, there would be no reason for him to remain in the asylum. He was released soon after the shocking discovery, leaving me alone. He could only say a quick goodbye before being shunned through the doors into the free world.

I was delighted for him. We were always talking about what we would do once we were released, but I never imagined I'd be witnessing Kit's liberation. It made me want to be free even more than ever. Despite my joy, it was difficult to transition from someone with no status to a topic of conversation to a mere wallflower amongst the craziness. Living in a gray box with crazed nuns was difficult, but Kit made life much easier. Once Kit was released, there was nothing else to live for.

Well, aside from his promise.

“I’ll get you outta here, I promise. Once I’m free I’ll do everything in my power to get you outta this godforsaken place.”

The only thing that kept me going was the promise that one day Kit would come knocking on my door in the middle of the night with a ticket out. I didn't get a lot of sleep. I waited, not wanting to miss Kit's devilish smile as it appeared outside my cell door.

He didn’t come.

I was curled into the fetal position atop the rough mattress. I peered out the small barred window, hoping to manifest Kit’s arrival. The night was unusually quiet. Typically, there would be screaming patients or restless nuns traversing the halls. Tonight, there was nothing but stillness. My cell was noticeably colder than usual. Or maybe it just felt that way because I used to be filled with nervous anticipation. The only emotion I felt now was extreme sadness.

My heavy heart weighed me down. My brain was so foggy from lack of sleep, yet I couldn’t bring myself to close my eyes. I always told myself that he wouldn't come that night and I should rest. But every night, a glimmer of hope kept me awake.

That glimmer of hope had vanished. My eyelids were growing heavy. I needed to sleep. Everything was gradually fading to black. God, I missed this.

A small, almost inaudible knock jolted me awake. I thought I was dreaming at first. I haven't allowed myself to sleep in a long time. My mind was playing games with me.

Then I heard it again.

My eyes shot open.

No.

No way.

No way in hell.

“Hey baby.”

Even if I were blind, I would recognize him. That accent would stand out in a crowd of ten thousand. I dashed to the door, which stood slightly ajar.

Oh my God, he was really gonna get me out of here!

“Kit! How the hell?”

“Stealing keys, replicating keys. It’s a long story. Don’t ask about it now, I promise I’ll tell you everything later!”

I flung open the door and dashed into Kit's arms. They were as warm and inviting as I remembered. He had a pleasant odor. Not at all like old soap and musk. He smelled like light cologne and fresh lotion.

“God I missed you!”

I exclaimed, trying not to raise my voice above a whisper.

Kit drew back and pecked my lips quickly. His mouth was soft and soothing. I desired more. But I reasoned that time was of the essence, and I value my liberty more than a fleeting moment of happiness.

The dim lights reflected off his dark brown eyes. I felt happy for the first time in three months. I couldn't stop smiling.

“Okay, okay we gotta go! Come on, follow me!”

“Right, right!”

My face fell as I became aware of the true gravity of the situation. Kit extended his hand for me to take. I intertwined our fingers and allowed him to pull me through Briarcliff's quiet walls.

This situation should be frightening.

I should be looking over my shoulder constantly to ensure no one is following us.

I should be far more concerned than I am.

But I wasn’t.

I was almost giddy.

I knew Kit had a well thought out plan. I couldn't have gone through all of this heartbreak just to be met with more disappointment.

No, I was leaving tonight.

“Okay Y/N.”

I was met with his passionate gaze as he turned to face me. He was not only passionate about me, but also about getting me out of this hellhole.

“If we go through the kitchen, there's a trapdoor with a ladder that leads to a basement. That basement leads to an escape route. It’s used to deliver medicine and things like that during the day so the inmates can’t escape through the front door. All the lights are turned off at night so it’s pitch black. Hold on to me and I’ll lead you through it, okay?”

He spoke quickly and quietly. I vigorously nodded. I'd wade through a snake-infested pool if it meant escaping at the other end.

“Also, we have to walk by Sister Jude’s bedroom. So be absolutely silent, okay?”

I nodded again.

“Perfect.”

I took care not to make a sound. A single trip or stumble could result in an extravagant beating the next morning. It wasn't until we got to the kitchen that I was able to breathe again.

“Alright baby, ready for round two?”

I smirked, unable to ignore the subtle sexual implication. Leave it to Kit to crack a joke when trying to escape an asylum. Fortunately, he was still aware that time was of the essence. He grabbed my hand and began dragging me through the kitchen, past the various produce-filled shelves before I could utter a word. A rather unassuming shelf of baking ingredients concealed an open trapdoor. Kit knelt, his body slipping into the square of darkness.

“I had to come through the back way and crack it open. There’s no way to open it from the kitchen end.”

I'd worked in the kitchen many times before, but I had no idea an escape route was right under my nose.

“I’ll go down first, follow me closely and close the trapdoor when you can.”

He insisted. He slid down the ladder with ease. When I couldn't see him anymore, I found my footing on the rungs and followed him. I closed the trapdoor with a soft thud.

Kit was correct. This corridor was pitch black. It was humid and smelled strongly of musk. I felt claustrophobic right away. Because of the impenetrable blanket of darkness, I couldn't tell which way to go.

When I felt Kit's hand brush against my arm, all my worries vanished.

“Give me your hand.”

I grasped his forearm, and worked my hand downwards until I could intertwine my fingers with his.

“Perfect, now follow me.”

I could hear his subtle smile as he spoke.

He dragged me down the corridor, and even though I had no idea when it would end, I felt safe. I couldn't bring myself to worry because I knew Kit was nearby. I knew he'd look after me.

Our soft footsteps echoed down the dim corridor. We didn't say anything because we were still hesitant to speak freely.

Despite the fact that this situation should have made my heart race and my stomach flip, I smiled. Because it felt as if a piece of me had been missing for three months, and now my soul was whole again.

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