#ahs kit

[ashlinxsloves]

I like my men submissive and breedable (and a little insane but we don't talk about that)

[americanwh0rerstory]

KINKTOBER DAY TWO

Brat Taming - Kit Walker

dom!reader x bratty!kit

SUMMARY: when kit gets a bit too cheeky in front of the kids, you wait till they go to bed to punish him

CONTENT WARNING: edging, oral (f!receiving), orgasm denial, praise

BACKGROUND INFO: you’re kits wife. no grace, no alma, they didn’t exist. it’s just you, kit, and your 2 kids

MDNI. SMUT UNDER CUT. CONSUMPTION IS DONE AT OWN FAULT

all day kit had been teasing you. subtly kneading your asscheeks when he stood behind you whilst you cooked, kissing and biting your neck when the kids weren’t looking, and so much more that you couldn’t even begin to list it all

it only made sense that you made him pay for leaving you dripping wet at the most inconvenient times, which brings us to right now: kit eating you out whilst edging himself as per your wish

his tongue swirled on your clit in teasing circles before using the flat of his tongue to lick a stripe from your entrance to your clit, lapping up your sweet nectar which he craved to taste. his tongue probed your entrance with his nose bumping gently into your clit. his hand furiously stroked his shaft in aggressive movements of pleasure, but stopping every now and then to make sure he didn’t cum; he couldn’t disappoint you now, could he?

soft whimpers and grunts escaped from his lips, the sound causing vibrations to hit your already sensitive cunt which only made you shudder in pleasure. you looked down at kit with half-lidded eyes, seeing his soft brown eyes meet your own with a look of lust on his face

“suga’, please lemme cum” kit mumbled desperately in between licks, his eyes fluttering closed as he concentrated on pleasing you and not accidentally making himself tip over the edge into blissful euphoria. he bucked desperately into his hand whilst using all his self restraint not to cum all over his hand

“mhmh no” you tease in between your desperate and shaky moans of pleasure, each swipe of his tongue left you shaking in pleasure and involuntarily curling your toes in euphoria

he looked up at you with those intense dark eyes, meeting your gaze with a look of desperation plastered on his face. he kept his word though, holding back his orgasm and focusing on bringing you to your 3rd of the night. just the sight of you coming undone could make him cum, so it took all of his self restraint and then some more just so he could follow the one rule you set for him: don’t cum.

your back arched as you came, sending waves of pleasure from your throbbing clit all over your body. the sudden convolutions brought a smile to kit’s face, and he continued to please you, but doing so a little slower until you gained your bearings back.

“youre so pretty when you cum” he murmurs adoringly before lapping up your release, sending a shudder of pleasure down your spine when you felt his tongue make a quick sweep along your slit

“m’ good girl.” he praises, his lips and chin glistening under the dim light of the shared bedroom. he looked up at you with pleading puppy dog eyes, begging to be allowed his own release. “please hun, i won’t tease ya in front of the kids again”

“mmmh no. get back to licking” you say teasingly with a smirk, to which he instantly obeyed and went back to eating your cunt like a starved man.

this was gonna be a long night for kit.

[deadgirl-violet]

He had a cigarette with his number on it

He gave it over to me, "Do you want it?"

I knew it was wrong but I palmed it

I saved it, I waited, I called it

[missuswalker]

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 || 𝐤𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♰ summary: your husband, kit, convinces you to stay up with him by promising that you two can sleep in tomorrow morning - KIT SMUT!!!

♰ warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), piv - short bcs i’m still trying to get back into writing + not proofread because i literally cannot

♰ notes: i’d roll over, speak, shake, play dead, sit, and fetch for kit, he’s such an angel (don’t ask why i always put pictures of half-made beds in these, i asked myself the same thing)

“this is great, hun’,” kit compliments, taking another bite of tonight’s dinner. you give him a tired smile, sipping on your glass of water. he quirks an eyebrow, setting his fork down. “you’re quiet tonight. what’s goin’ on in that pretty head,” he asks, his tone playful and light. you breathe out a laugh, shaking your head. “nothing at all, just a long day.”

kit hums in response, standing to take your plate to the sink. when he returns, he takes his place behind you, gentle hands rubbing your arms. “let me take care of you, suga’. wake you up a little,” he mumbles, lips pressed against your shoulder. you shake your head, pushing his face away. “kit, it’s late, we already took too long on dinner, we should get ready for bed. you have work tomorrow and i gotta visit my mother.”

he massages your shoulders, resting his chin on the top of your head. “i’ll call off work. you can go see your ma next week, you know it won’t be any different to her,” he coaxes, persistent to simply just please you. though with a sigh, you can’t help but smile, knowing he won’t be giving up anytime soon. “you are horrible, kit walker. cancel plans with my mother to have sex with you instead?” you tease, turning to look back at him

“sounds like a more-than-fair trade to me,” he responds, pretending to think about it for a moment. you scoff, standing from your seat at the table. “alright, you win.” with a cheeky grin, he’s off, pulling you with him into the bedroom, and shutting the blinds. “i knew you’d cave. you always do.” he had that stupid smirk, the one that you hated and loved all at the same time.

“i do not, you shut your mouth,” you laugh, kicking off your shoes and letting down your hair, setting the endless bobby pins on the bedside table. he wiggles his eyebrows at you, a dorky but endearing action, as he crawls into bed. his lips immediately find that spot on your neck that makes you go weak as if it were second nature to him. “i’ll shut your mouth as long as you open yours,” he jokes, pushing you back into a laying position. “god, kit!” you laugh, rolling your eyes at his words.

“i’m just kiddin’, tonight’s about you.” with that, he slowly unbuttons you blouse, lips trailing down to your collar bone. “i will neva’ get used to how beautiful you are,” he praises, unhooking your bra and sliding the thin straps down your arms. “so, so pretty,” he continues, cupping your tits, now bringing his kisses to the valley of your breasts. his mouth is wrapped around your nipple soon after, a hand finding it’s way under your skirt.

he revels in the whine you give him as his calloused thumb meets your clothed pussy, rubbing slow circles around your clit. “and to think you wanted to go to bed, but here you are, all wet from just a couple of kisses. what do you have to say fo’ yourself, sweetheart?” he teases, removing his hand, and working to get your skirt down your legs, bringing your panties with it. “i need you kit, i do,” you answer, giving him those eyes that he can’t resist.

that was all he needed, his head dipping between your thighs, tongue running through your slick folds. he groans at the taste of you, pushing his already had cock into the mattress. with your head thrown back, you couldn’t see that his eyes remained on your face, though you could feel his stare as you moaned, rolling your hips on his face. his nose brushes your clit, bringing another sweet whine from your lips, almost enough to make him cum his pants.

“you’re driving me insane,” kit says, sitting up and bracing himself with his hands on your knees. he drops his belt and pants to the floor, palming himself through his pre-cum stained briefs. “look what you do to me,” he grunts, grabbing your hand and placing it over his hard-on. “please kit,” you beg, giving him those eyes you know he can’t resist. he decides not to give you anymore trouble, much to your delight, and slides his briefs down to his ankles, kicking them off and wedging himself between your legs.

his painfully hard dick stands against his toned stomach, kit’s hands spreading your legs, gentle as can be. “so, so pretty, all f’me,” he says, lining himself up with your entrance, giving himself a few pumps. when he finally begins to slide in, the both of you moan, kit having to keep your legs open as you squeeze around him. “god, i love you,” he huffs, bottoming out. kit certainly was a bit of a chatterbox during sex, but it was something you liked about him.

“i love you,” you reciprocate, biting down on your lip as you watch his hips slowly start to move, his fingers trailing down your thigh. his pace remains slow, the moment sweet and sensual, the heat between the two of you suffocatingly warm. his grunts are so pretty, though your loud whines outshine them. “you are an angel sent straight from heaven, i swear,” he says, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he brings a finger back down to your clit.

squeezing around him, your eyes roll back, a long string of moans and his name falling out of that pretty mouth of yours, and it’s not long before he buries himself deep within your cunt, filling you up like you were meant to be. once he pulls out, he lays down next to you, pulling you into him and kissing your forehead. “so good to me,” he whispers, pecking your lips.

“i need to shower, kit.”

“just lay here with me for a minute.”

erm, i’ll do better next time 😋

[ikkyfics]

Hello! I'd like to ask if I can request a hurt/comfort oneshot for Kit Walker where the reader is a nun at the asylum (not romantic!)? So... One night, Kit is left hurt so bad after getting into trouble, more than he's ever been before, and reader feels so bad about his suffering this time that it causes her to break the asylum's rules and sneak into his room to care for his bruises and well-being, which is something she's never done before. It's not romantic; it's simply a compassionate nun feeling remorseful for how a patient has been treated in her own workplace. Hope that makes sense, anyway...

Thank you. Hope you have a lovely day xoxo

Oppression

Summary: “That’s not keeping in line. That’s torture.” “It’s Briarcliff,” Kit corrected.

Warnings: sensitive content, violence, abuse, emotional pain, strong language, mental health issues.

A/N: dear, I hope it turned out as you imagined - thank you, and of course, I hope you have a day full of wonderful things <333

Masterlist

The night at Briarcliff carried its own weight. It wasn’t the silence that brought peace, but an unsettling stillness, where even the faintest sounds echoed through the peeling walls. You had learned to live with it since you first arrived at the asylum. The rigid routine, the hallways spotless on the outside but steeped in despair on the inside… All of it had become part of what you accepted as your calling.

But lately, something had been different. The shadows seemed longer, the whispers between patients more charged. And what had once been a job that required patience and faith now felt like a burden you carried alone. It was impossible to ignore what happened to the inmates when no one was looking. You tried to justify it, believing it was your duty to follow the rules and not question. But that justification was becoming harder to sustain.

Especially when it came to Kit Walker.

He wasn’t like the other patients. Some said that Kit was dangerous, that he deserved to be there for the crimes they claimed he had committed. But you saw something else. Kit was human. And that was exactly what seemed to disturb the people in charge of his “rehabilitation.” It wasn’t his fault he kept resisting, refusing to be crushed by the machine that was Briarcliff.

And perhaps that was why he suffered so much.

When you heard the muffled screams in the male wing that night, something inside you broke. You had seen the aftermath before – bruises scattered across bodies, eyes hollow from exhaustion and pain. But never the perpetrators. They were like ghosts who haunted the hallways, leaving only marks as proof of their presence. This time, however, the sound lingered in your mind, stubbornly echoing long after the silence had returned.

You stayed in your room for hours, fighting against the burning impulse in your chest. Sister Jude’s words hammered in your mind: “The inmates need discipline, not pity. If you start getting involved, you’ll lose everything that holds us together here.” She said it with conviction, with strength. But you were beginning to realize that perhaps it was fear that gave weight to those words.

You shouldn’t be out of your room at this hour. If someone caught you… No, better not to think about that. Still, your feet seemed to move on their own, guiding you down the hallways to Kit’s door.

You opened the door slowly, the sound of the hinges ringing loud in the silence of the wing. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands crossed over his knees, staring at the floor as if it were the only solid thing in the world. Even in the dim light, you could see the damage: Kit’s face was marked with fresh bruises, his left eye starting to swell, and there was a long cut on his eyebrow that hadn’t fully clotted yet.

He looked up when he sensed your presence, the confusion flickering across his face before dissolving into something more tired. “What are you doing here?”

“Shhh. Don’t speak too loud.” You closed the door behind you, the feeling of being watched burning at the back of your neck.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. Even so, there was something almost playful in his expression. “You’re gonna get yourself in trouble, sister.”

“Don’t call me that,” you replied, unable to hide the irritation in your tone. The truth was that the title felt empty now. The weight of your actions – or rather, the lack of them – seemed to grow heavier with each passing day. “I just… I needed to see how you’re doing.”

“Well, now you’ve seen.” He tried to smile, but gave up when the pain made his lips tremble. “It’s not that bad.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

You pulled up a chair and sat facing him, taking the first aid kit you had smuggled beneath your robe. Kit watched in silence as you prepared what you needed. He didn’t resist when you started cleaning the cut, but the slight shiver he tried to hide made your heart ache.

“This should never have happened,” you murmured, your voice a thread of regret.

“It’s nothing new.” Kit shrugged, but the movement was followed by a grimace of pain. “They have a way of… keeping us in line, you know?”

“That’s not keeping in line. That’s torture.”

“It’s Briarcliff,” he corrected.

You had no answer to that. The silence that followed was heavy, interrupted only by the sound of the cotton soaking up the blood and the rustling of the bandage against his skin.

“Why are you doing this?” Kit asked, finally.

You stopped, the damp cloth still in your hand. “I… I don’t know.”

“Of course, you know,” he shot back, his eyes locking onto yours. “You felt guilty. You didn’t want Father or Sister Jude seeing you ignore what happened to me. But this… this is more than you should be doing, isn’t it?”

You felt your face flush, but you couldn’t deny it. He was right. Every step you’d taken up to this point was against everything Briarcliff stood for. Against what was supposed to be your role there.

“You don’t understand,” you began, but he interrupted.

“Maybe not. But neither do you. You don’t survive here being who you want to be. You survive being who they let you be.”

Kit’s words hung between you like a raw truth, something you couldn’t contest, no matter how much you wanted to. He didn’t speak with bitterness or malice, but with the hardness of someone who had already accepted what you were still struggling to acknowledge.

You felt the air trapped in your chest as you watched him. His shoulders were tense, and the gleam in his eyes, even under the swelling, belonged to someone who refused to be completely broken. How did he still hold on to this after everything?

“This shouldn’t be like this,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

“But it is,” Kit replied, with a simplicity that almost made you cry.

You looked away, focusing on the materials in front of you. You held the bandage firmly, but your hands were trembling. As you gently pressed the cloth against the cut above his eyebrow, you heard the soft sound of his breathing. It was rhythmic, controlled, as though he was trying not to react to the pain.

“I need to clean this before it gets infected,” you murmured, not looking at him.

“Do what you have to do, sister,” he replied, his tone lighter than you expected.

Though the words were simple, they carried weight. It wasn’t just about cleaning the wound or easing the physical pain – it was what it meant. A violation of Briarcliff’s rules. More than that, a step toward acknowledging that something was terribly wrong with the place you had sworn to serve.

As you moved the damp cotton over his bruised skin, each mark seemed to scream the story of how it had been caused. The clenched fists of an impatient guard. A forced fall to the ground. The complicit silence of empty hallways. You wanted to say something, but no words seemed fitting.

“You don’t have to do this,” Kit said after a while, breaking the silence.

“But I do,” you replied, more firmly than you expected. Finally, you looked at him, your eyes meeting his. “Because if I don’t… who will?”

He didn’t answer. He just stayed there, letting you continue your work in silence.

With every small gesture – cleaning the dried blood, applying the ointment, securing the bandage – you felt a mixture of guilt and relief. Guilt for not having done this sooner, for ignoring so many things for so long. Relief because, at least this time, you were trying to make it right, even if it was only for one person.

But the conflict in your heart was bigger than Kit. You knew that. The voices of the other inmates echoed in your mind, cries of anguish, muffled pleas, stories that were never heard. How many times had you walked those hallways, pretending not to hear? How many times had you justified to yourself that it was out of your control?

As you wrapped the bandage around his wrist, where a purple bruise almost circled his skin like a bracelet, you felt bile rise in your throat. “I wish I could do more,” you said, almost without realizing.

Kit chuckled softly, but there was no humor in his laugh. “This is already more than most would do.”

“This isn’t enough.” The words slipped out before you could stop them.

You wanted to say more. You wanted to scream about how everything seemed wrong – about how Briarcliff wasn’t a place of healing, but a purgatory where souls were crushed bit by bit. You wanted to confess how, night after night, you asked yourself if your vows meant anything when they served a system like this.

“So why are you here?” Kit asked, echoing the question he had asked before.

You paused. He didn’t speak with judgment, but the question still hit you hard.

“I… I thought I was doing the right thing,” you admitted, finally. The words were hesitant, but true. “I thought I could help people. That I could be… good enough to make up for what no one else did.”

“And now?”

Now. That word seemed enormous. It carried the weight of all the days you had closed your eyes to what was happening at Briarcliff, the times you had convinced yourself that it was all okay.

“Now, I don’t know,” you confessed, your voice breaking.

Kit watched you for a moment, and there was something in his eyes that seemed different. It wasn’t pity, nor hope, but understanding. He knew what it was like to fight against a system bigger than you, to feel powerless but unable to give up completely.

You finished tending to his wounds in silence, your hands moving automatically as your mind spun with thoughts you couldn’t organize. When you finally put away the supplies, you looked at Kit one last time.

“Promise me you’ll rest,” you asked, even knowing it was a futile request.

He tilted his head, a ghost of a smile touching his bruised lips. “I promise.”

You didn’t believe him, but you nodded.

As you walked back to your room, the silence of Briarcliff seemed more oppressive than ever. But something inside you had changed.

That night was just the beginning.

[v-love]

please could I request a sweet fluff with kit walker x female reader where they both have feelings for each other but the reader feels so insecure bc she is already a full adult woman who never had a date before, never kissed anyone in her entire life and she feels so behind everybody with her zero romantic experience, and kit comforts and reassures her, talks a lot very friendly and sweetly with her trying to get her off any self judgment and stuff, and so with him being so sweet and understanding and friendly to her she finally sees her time of loving unfolding and slowly things happen between them? tysm, i think it would be the sweetest thing ever! :')

 I Already Know

Kit Walker x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Summary: Everyone has a team of writers who are writing their story. You were no different. The writers of your story however were cruel and gave you nothing but sadness and false hope. That was until a new writer steps in, giving you the love and care that you deserve…starting off by giving you Kit Walker.

Not proofread </3

Warnings: smut at the very end, angst, fluff, loneliness, the narrator speaking to the reader. (I hope i didn’t miss any-)

Images/GIFS are not mine.

Word count: 10k

THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD LIKE AT ALL IM SORRY

TW: There is a possibility that you could feel as though you are not real while reading this. You are real, please remember that.

The paragraphs/sentences in italics is the narrator/writer speaking to you.

The paragraphs/sentences in italics and bold are you speaking to the narrator/writer.

You sigh softly as you crack your neck. Your work day was so difficult, multiple people ordering last minute cakes and cookies, difficult customers, your bakery being short staffed. Overall, you had one of the worst days. It’s nearing Christmas and you had so much to do the next day to complete all the orders you got. You were thankful for your job at the humble little bakery in town but days like this made you question whether or not you should just quit and do the job you had a college degree for, teaching. You loved children, you loved caring for them. You loved watching how they run up to their parents and hug them tightly. You wish you could have kids, you would be a wonderful mother. The only problem was that you have never had a love interest in your little story. You were just a lonely woman in this cold world.

However, I see you little bird. I see your sadness, your pain, your loneliness. Don’t worry your little head, I’m going to finish your story with a happy ending. The writers of your story have done you wrong but that’s alright. They’ve given your delicate form to me so that I can give you the happiness that you deserve, little dove. Go on, walk home. I’ll be there shortly to start your new happy life. Rest your head on your now soft pillow and sleep for tomorrow you will meet someone who will make you the happiest woman on earth.

“What a strange dream…” you say to yourself as you wake up. It felt as though someone was talking to you through your dream, giving you false hope. “Maybe it will get better.” You say to no one in particular as you get up. You walk to your bathroom and stare at yourself. You smile a bit as you see that you looked pretty. Your hair was all over but it looked so soft. Your eyes looked sleepy but in the most beautiful way. Your cheeks looked full of color, making you look youthful. You were getting older and the fact that you were sill alone made your family talk. They spoke so much but never saw how hard you worked to get the things you had. You shake those thoughts from your mind and get in the shower, seeing the sun rise through your small shower window. You lathered your hair up with your favorite shampoo that smelled like strawberries. Sighing as you massage your scalp, gently scratching to make sure you clean it properly. You take your time as you rinse your hair, smiling at how nice the warm water felt cascading down your back, filling the steam with the smell of strawberries.

The conditioner smelled just as divine as your shampoo, making you smile more. You make sure to gently tie your hair up so the conditioner could sit. Rinsing your hands quickly, you move onto your body. You lather your arms up, taking care to not miss any spots. You lather up your breasts and stomach, looking down at yourself. You hum a bit as you thought about how you looked. Shaking away those thoughts, you move to your intimate areas and legs which were hairless since yesterday. Taking your wash cloth, you scrub your skin gently, getting all the places you needed to. Rinsing your body, you smile at how glorious it was now smelling. Lastly you rinse your hair from the conditioner, hearing the birds chirp sleepily from outside.

After drying off and doing your dental care as well as applying your lotion, you dry your hair. You had about an hour and a half to do everything but for some reason time was slower than usual, giving you a chance to look your best as always. Sitting down to do your makeup, you sing along to whatever the old radio was playing. “Name Game? Haven’t heard that one in a bit.” You say to yourself as you finish up. You now had thirty minutes to get out of the house, slipping your shoes and coat on, you head out the door.

As you drive to the bakery, you think about all the orders you and some others must make. You enjoyed baking things, so you weren’t mad at it, you just hated it when the customers were inconsiderate. It’s only a few days till Christmas and you and your coworkers needed to get home to your families. Nonetheless, you all worked hard for them. As you walk in, you’re greeted by customers and your coworkers as you pass by to put your things up so you can get to work. Putting your apron on you quickly get to kneading the doughs of different breads and placing the fondant on cakes. Your hands are gentle as you place little candy charms on top of the cakes and some of the cookies. Soon you trade spots with someone so that you don’t tire; cleaning yourself up to take orders.

As you walk up to the register, a young girl looks up at you excitedly, jumping a bit when she sees you. “Hello, Miss Y/n! Mama, sent me to get her usual bread and biscuits!” She tells you, handing you her money. You laugh and bag her orders, taking her money before leaning in. “Don’t tell anyone but I snuck in a couple cookies in for you and her.” You say quietly, watching her beam with excitement. Waving, she says thank you and heads out, leaving you with a warm feeling in your heart.

A young man walks up and smiles at you, wringing his hands from coming in from the cold outside. “Hello, miss. Could I get those two wreath cookies there?” He asks, looking a little distracted. “Those? Oh no, they’re old. Do you mind waiting 5 minuets for the new ones to set?” You ask, preparing yourself for cold words. The man shakes his head, smiling still. “Not at all! How much?” He says, his hands fumbling with his wallet. “A dollar even.” You say, a little shocked at how sweet he was. Watching him fumble to get a dollar, you take in how handsome he was. The way he smiled at you while giving you the money made your cheeks warm. “I’ll be over here, darlin’.” He says, walking towards the small tables and chairs, taking a seat.

Your mind was on other things as you carefully place the cookies in their bag. You hear the jingle from the door and look up, seeing one of your favorite customers. “Hello, Lana! I haven’t seen you in a few days.” You say, walking over to her holding the bag of cookies. “Busy with book signings and interviews...oh what are these?” She asks, eyeing the bag of cookies in my hand. “Oh these are a new design. Give me a second and I’ll show you.” Walking over to the man from earlier, you hand him his cookies. “Thank you, I appreciate it...Lana? Fancy seeing you here.” He says to her, smiling as she hugs him. “My goodness! I have to see you and the kids more often!” She says and as they continued to speak, you seem to drift away and disappear.

Quietly walking back to your station, you pack more orders. Of course he had kids, was probably married as well. Your thoughts become sad as you hand people their orders as they came in to pick them up. Without you noticing the man from before, Kit, walks up and clears his throat. “Miss?” He calls, watching as you turn to him. “Is there anything else you’d like?” Your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes this time, making Kit tilt his head a bit. “Well yes and no. Is it possible for you to make me a batch of these for next year?” He asks, his hands fidgeting with the money in his hands. Your hands move quickly to jog down what he needed from the bakery. “The total is going to be 6.50.” He nods and hands you the money, his fingers lingering for a moment.

Ignoring the way the touch made your skin burn, you look up at him. “You can pick them up in the afternoon at around 3.” You say, handing him his receipt. Kit nods and smiles sweetly at you, nodding in thanks. “I’ll be back soon, I want my kids to enjoy coming here as well. Merry Christmas…er- happy holidays.” He smiles more at the mention of his children and heads out the door. You sigh softly and turn to switch places with someone, being drained from social interactions.

Towards the end of the work day, you put your apron up and gather your things. Your shoulders hurt a bit from the tension they had, making grin softly as you stretch. Walking out the door in the cold snowy air, you get in your car and turn it on. It was 6 o’clock in the evening so you thought it’d be best if you just got some food at the diner, just to treat yourself for the hard days work. As you pull out and drive off, you think of what you want to eat. Where you in the mood for breakfast or in the mood for a greasy dinner?

If you chose breakfast you would get waffles, scrambled eggs, that delicious sweet maple bacon, hash browns, and maybe a few sausage links. Now, if you got coffee then you’d be awake all night and you couldn’t have that, you had some things to do before Christmas. Maybe some juice would be good with that meal. Yeah, you would get juice. If you chose the greasy dinner you would get a hamburger, fries, and a delicious milkshake. Maybe you would do a cheeseburger and switch the plain fries to those spicy fries. For the milkshake maybe a vanilla. You can’t go wrong with the basics. After some though you nod, making your decision.

Watching the world move around from the inside of the diner, you see a couple holding hands as they walk to the door. The girl was beaming as her handsome man kissed her cheek, giving her a dashing smile. She looked happy and content. Shaking your head from the negative thoughts, you see your food coming. You had chosen breakfast. Looking up, you watch the television and see Lana there. It was a rerun of her speech at the library that happened two days ago. As you watch her, your mind goes back to that sweet young man. You wondered if his children looked just like him…or did they look like their mother.

As you finish, you pay and soon head out of the warm diner, driving home. You observe everyone and everything around you as you drove home, humming to whatever was playing on the radio. Your thoughts begin to drift into what you would do for Christmas. Lana and you had become good friends and she invited you to her Christmas party. You already knew what you were going to bring to the party and what you were going to give Lana. All she asked for was her favorite cookies and breads. As you think about those you remember that you hadn’t picked out your outfit for the party yet. Maybe you would wear your favorite dress; it was a beautiful black dress that molded to your body shape but concealed anything you wanted it to. It was one of your favorites because you didn’t have to wear a belt to make it look complete.

Pulling into your driveway, you sit in your car for a moment. You feel the warm air that had previously been in the car turn cold ever so slowly. The only reason you weren’t going into your house was because the lawn was absolutely covered in Christmas decorations. You had forgotten that the neighbors kids wanted to spruce up your house. You laugh as you see different sized snowmen and women “dressed” in suits and sweaters. They all had little friends or family surrounding them, near the door you see a small group. The snowmen were dressed in similar clothing to people you knew. It was you and two of the neighbors kids. Your heart warmed as you step closer to them, smiling at the little gesture they did.

As you start to shiver, you go into the warmth of your small home. Peeling off your coat and boots, you relax and walk over to your room. You take off your clothes and turn on your television, landing on your bed with a happy sigh. You stretch and hear your bones crack as you express your groan of relief. Getting into the covers, you watch a show that was playing, drifting off to sleep.

Now little dove, I do have one request to make. Stop sabotaging yourself. I know it may be hard but trust me, you will be fine. Please let me take care of you. I love you more than anyone else in this world at the moment.

At the moment, you say?

Why yes, I did say that didn’t I? That’s because there is going to be someone who will love you as much or even more than I do.

Yes little dove, I do love you. I have loved you ever since I met you.

How is that possible? Well as you know, I am your new writer. You have never seen me but I have seen you. I see you everyday.

Enough questions, you need rest. Sleep well, my little creation.

Blinking slowly, you take in your surroundings. The smell of vanilla registers in your brain and you smile. You had left open your favorite candle before leaving for work. You were off today because it was Christmas Eve. Sitting up, you stretch and smile while looking at the time. Your eyes widen as you see it was almost 10 am. You normally were up at 6 or 5, you were never this late to wake up. You guess that you needed it as you get up and change.

Huffing as you mix multiple batters, you bake your cookies. It was only a few hours before the party and you were almost done with everything. As you take out the breads and cookies to let them cool, you jump in the shower. Washing your hair wasn’t necessary so you just took care of your body. Getting out soon after rinsing, you dry yourself and do your normal routine. Humming, you add a bit more makeup than usual, adding a darker eye-shadow to your lash line to give you a more “party” look.

Packing up the presents and other things, you head out the door and into your car. “Alright, I got everything…” you say to yourself as you drive off. You looked so beautiful but you didn’t even know it. You wave to a few of the kids that you knew while passing by, seeing them play in the snow. Lana’s home wasn’t too far so you were there in just a short 10 minute drive. Gathering your things, you knock on the door, hearing music and laughter already.

Lana smiles widely as she opens the door. “Y/n, hello! I’m so glad you made it!” She says and she engulfs you with a hug. “I’m glad I did too, the raids were a little icy.” You laugh as you were led inside. “I brought some desserts, don’t worry I have your favorites as well.” You say as you help her place the desserts in the kitchen. She was absolutely beaming at the mention of her favorites. “Oh I’m so excited!” She says, looking at you with a big smile. “I have two little ones I want you to meet!” She takes your hand and leads you to the two kids playing with dolls and trains.

You see the girl look up and smile widely, going up to hug Lana. “This is Julia and this is Thomas. They’re my godchildren!” She says, hugging Julia back. Thomas tilts his head as he watches you wave shyly at Julia. “Hello miss.” Julia says, equally as shy as you were. “Oh please, no need to be formal. You can call me Y/n.” You say, smiling softly at the young girl. “And hello Thomas, it’s nice to meet you both. Lana has told me so much about you.” Your smile grows as you see Thomas stick out his hand to shake yours. “Those are my kids. Sweet things aren’t they?” You hear a male voice say, turning to face the direction which it came from.

You see the man from the shop smiling at you as you shake Thomas’ hand. “They’re so sweet.” You say, feeling Julia run past you to hug her father. “Kit, you remember Y/n right?” You hear Lana say, feeling her hand on your shoulder as she spoke. “Of course I do! The kids are obsessed with the cookies I bought them and won’t stop asking who made them.” He says laughing, you feel Julia tug at your dress to get your attention. “Did you make them? Y’know, those wreath cookies?” She asks, watching you nod. “I actually did, I heard you loved them.” You see Thomas nod vigorously and hand you something. “We made these bracelets for whoever made them!” He says as you open the small box.

The bracelets were made of small beads of different colors. One was made of mostly reds and the other one was made up of mostly greens. “Christmas colors…they’re so pretty. Thank you so much. I’ll wear them right now.” You say, slipping them on and watching as the kids beam their big smiles at you. “This is definitely my favorite Christmas present this year.” You say and laugh as they both jump around. “Did you hear that papa? The pretty Y/n said they were her favorite!!” Julia said, being picked up by Kit. “I did! I told you she would like it. Now go on and play with the other kids, it’s my turn to talk to the pretty Y/n.” He says as Julia practically jumps out of his arms to go play with the other kids.

Your brain short circuits for a second at the fact that both Julia and Kit called you pretty. You were flattered of course but you thought differently, your dress wasn’t as nice as other people’s clothing. The simple jewelry wasn’t as sparkly as other people’s. However to Kit and Julia you looked so pretty. You looked like a person straight from heaven. The way the dress fit you made Kit’s head spin a bit and they way you spoke to his kids made him smile. Was it possible that he was already smitten with you?

Yes in fact it was possible. As the party goes on you, Kit, and Lana dance around with the kids and play games with them. When it came time to eat, Kit helps you set up everything. “Thank you for being sweet with my kids. It’s a bit difficult with two different looking kids because people are assholes.” He says as he hands you a tray, his touch linger once again like in the bakery. You pause as he spoke, frowning a bit. “It’s because of Julia isn’t it? I don’t understand why people are so cruel. That girl is such a sweetheart…I would give anything to have a daughter like her.” You sigh softly and grab the plates. “What do you mean? You and your mister don’t have any kids?” He asks you, looking confused.

You laugh dryly. “What mister? I’m not married, honey.” Finishing up setting the table you look around for anything else. “Am I missing anything?” You look up at Kit, noticing he’s just staring at you. He remembers that he’s supposed to help you and shakes his head. “No you’re good.” He replies, smiling softly at you. “Let’s get everyone.” He says and heads to get Lana and the others. You sit as the others file in, Julia making a bee line to the seat next to Lana. You feel a small hand tap on your arm. “Can I sit next to you Miss Y/n?” Thomas asks shyly, his face brightening when you nod yes.

Everyone eats and compliments were heard from all around for Kit and Lana’s cooking. The room was buzzing with happiness and quiet conversations. Laughter was shared all around the table as you say some dumb jokes with everyone. Soon you receive compliments on your baking, making you blush shyly and smile in thanks. You hear Julia gush about how yummy she thought the gingerbread cookies were and Thomas arguing about how the chocolate chip cookies were better. Kit was quick to mediate the argument saying that they were both the best. “Y’all are too sweet.” You say to everyone, laughing as you see people acting like they’re stealing cookies.

Towards the end of the party people start to help clean up and leave, you and Kit deciding to stay behind. “It’s only 8, I think the kids could watch something while we talk.” Lana says, setting up the television for them before heading back to the couch. Kit nods and smiles softly at her. “They love it here anyways.” He says and faces you, holding a beer bottle. “What are you doin’ tomorrow? I heard the roads won’t be as cold and icy.” He says as Lana sits behind him holding his free hand.

Shaking your head you sip your wine. “Nothing, I don’t have any family here. Plus everyone is busy with their own families.” Lana frowns and sits up. “Spend it with me and Kit? It would be lovely to have you again, right Kit? The kids would probably pester you about sweets but they’ll be happy too.” She says laughing, Kit chuckling too. “I don’t know, you guys have everything planned out. I’m not getting any younger, Lana. I can’t run around for two days straight.” You joke and sip on your wine again, hearing Lana giggle a bit at your joke. “Oh please, we’re close in age, you act like you’re 72.” She says.

Rolling your eyes, you laugh too. “I guess, I’m still older than you.” You hear her scoff, crossing her arms. “By two years, please Y/n.” She laughs and looks over at Kit. “And you’re like what? Two years old?” She jokes and Kit’s face turns sour. “God, don’t start with that. The kids kept saying I was younger than them. Bossin’ me around and shit.” He laughs and looks over at them, you could see the love he had for the pouring out of his eyes and heart. It was almost suffocating. Lana sits up again and smiles brightly. “Let’s play cards. Just one round before Y/n has to leave.” She says and looks at you with excitement. 

You all play four rounds of cards before you had to leave. You take your glass pans to your car and whatever else you had won from the games. You hug Lana and the kids, them telling you how excited they were that they’ll be seeing you the next day for Christmas. They run back in the house with Lana and get bundled up in blankets, Kit helping them with their cups of hot chocolate. Just as you reach your car door you hear the soft low voice of Kit calling your name. “Y/n, let me get that for you.” He says as he opens the door for you, helping you in. “Go inside, it’s windy and snowing.” You say, shivering slightly as your car warms up. Kit shook his head and just smiled. “Gotta make sure you pull out safely. It’s warmed up now, you can drive.” Kit stands back and waves at you as you pull out of the driveway, waving back a him. 

Driving home, you reflected on how much fun you had. You don’t normally go to parties because you always end up alone on a corner watching everything. Smiling to yourself, you think about which kind of treat you would bring for the kids. Pulling into your driveway, you sit in your car for a moment, pondering some more. “Chocolate chip was the one that was eaten the fastest…but more compliments on peanut butter…I’ll just mix them.” You got out of your car and head inside with your things. Letting the warmth engulf you, you pull off your boots and coat, groaning as you stretched while walking to your bathroom. Taking off your makeup and changing into your nightwear, you settle down in your warm bed. You hadn’t felt this warm and relaxed in so long that you fall asleep in an instant as the snow outside begins to fall.

I told you that I would help you feel happy. Tomorrow you have two small kids that will soon love you as much as they love Lana.

Little Dove, you already seem happier and I’m glad it’s happening so fast. Just be careful…don’t let yourself get hurt or think anything negative.

Goodnight, little dove. Sweet dreams.

The next day came and you quickly got ready. You said you’d be there in the morning so you had little time. Bringing things with you, you warm up your car, frowning when you head how much it struggled to even turn on. Waiting for a few, you look at your things and made sure you brought everything. Soon, you pull out of the driveway and head to Lana’s house. Your grip on the steering wheel tightened as you think about wether or not they would like the gifts you got. Suddenly you hear a strange noise as you drive, frowning again as you listen. Luckily you got to Lana’s house before your car could do anything else stupid. Knocking on the door, you shiver as you wait for someone to open up. You could hear laughter coming from inside as Kit greets you. “Hey Y/n, Merry Christmas!” He says and helps you in, taking your coat and boots off. “It’s so cold out there, I’m glad you’re here safe.” His voice was soft and warm as he spoke. It was dripping with honey when he calls out to his kids to come help and greet you.

Julia rushed to you and helped with your things while Thomas made sure you were warm with a cup of hot cocoa. “We missed you Miss Y/n!” Julia said happy as she placed the wrapped presents under the tree. Your smile grew as you told them how much you missed them too. Lana hugs you as she greets you, telling you how glad she was that you were here. “It’s so cold, how did you even get out of the house?” She says and leads you to the couch. “Don’t know but my car was paying the price. It was making a weird noise every time I pressed the breaks.” You say sighing, you didn’t have the money to fix your car entirely but you did have enough to change the breaks.

Kit crosses his arms. “You probably need new ones because whenever it gets cold, the breaks become stiff.” He says and thinks more. “You maybe don’t have the right breaks? I found fix your car, just bring it in.” Kit says with a smile. “Really? I appreciate it…the guy I used to go to would always charge me more.” You say, sipping your hot cocoa. “They tend to do that because men think women don’t know about cars.” Lana says and rolls her eyes a bit. “Kit is honest though, there isn’t a mean bone in his body.” Lana smiles at him and he bashfully laughs, shyly scratching his neck.

“Papa, can we open presents now?” Thomas asks as he sits in his lap, making puppy dog eyes to make Kit give in. Looking at Lana for confirmation, Kit let’s them open presents. “I got a car!! It’s red like papa’s!” Thomas says as he shows Lana his first present. Julia gasps as she rips the paper from a stethoscope. “Papa look! Now I can be a doctor!” She says to Kit with excitement. They open the rest and run around while playing with their new toys. Lana hands you a gift, it was heavy to your surprise. “You didn’t have to…” you say, smiling shyly. “Yes I did. Now go on and open it.” She says, smiling softly.

Carefully, you peel the wrapping and gasp as you held a beautiful porcelain cookie jar. The one you had always been eyeing from afar. “Lana…this is too much. It’s perfect even .” You say and place it somewhere safe before hugging her. The gift wasn’t grand but for you, it was everything. Kit smiles and taps your shoulder, handing you a small present. “It’s from the kids. I think you’ll like it.” He says and watches as you open it. It was a small crocheted doll of you. “They begged a friend of mine to make this for you. I think it came out pretty.” He says and watches as you gently touch every detail. “It is very pretty…they didn’t have to.” You say and hug both Julia and Thomas, their giggles filling the room as you do.

“I do have something for you. I asked Lana which cookies were your favorite and I made them.” You hand him his red bag of cookies. His eyes widen and he immediately takes a bite out of one. “They taste just like my mama’s cookies…this is the best…” he smiles widely and hands you and Lana your presents. Lana smiles as she puts on the bracelet that was given and helps you with yours. “This is so pretty…thank you Kit.” You say shyly and you with the little charm of a rose on your bracelet. Lana’s had a daisy as the main charm. “This is the best, I’m never taking it off.” She says and hugs Kit.

You all head to the dining room to have breakfast, Lana and you helping the kids with what they wanted. Lana had made pancakes and waffles, making the kids more excited. Sitting down next to Kit with Julia on your other side, you eat your food. “Lana, I forgot how good you cook. I might have to steal you.” You say laughing, Lana shaking her head in amusement. Kit helps Thomas put syrup on his pancakes, smiling softly as he cuts it up for him too. Julia begins to ask you a bunch of questions about baking, her eyes widening as you tell her about all the things you can make. Thomas butts in saying that he could probably bake everything in the world. “I don’t think even Y/n could bake everything, Tom.” Lana says as she finishes up her food. “I don’t think so either.” You say giggling and yelp Lana clean up as soon as everyone is done.

As the day goes on, you all play in the snow, play games, watch movies, and bake. It was like a Christmas movie but in real life. Soon the day turned into night and the children were absolutely exhausted from the exciting day. Before you left, Julia and Thomas hugged you and watched as you, Kit, and Lana walk up to your car. Getting cold, they both run back inside. “I don’t think you should drive home in this car, Y/n.” Lana said as she hears the transmission make a weird noise when Kit turned the car on. “I don’t have anything else, Lan…” you sigh and try to figure out a way to get home in your mind. “Take my car, I don’t have anywhere else to be for the holidays anyway.” She says, handing you her keys. “I trust you.”

After saying goodbye you head home. The concern for you was still ringing in your mind, why were they so afraid? It’s not as if you haven’t been driving with a broken car before. Shaking your head, you ignore the conflict in your head. As you pull into the driveway, you shiver a bit. The wind came back and it was bone freezing cold; along with the wind cams bad memories. As you unlock your door, you get dejavú, remembering what is was like to be sobbing in the cold because your key wasn’t going in the lock. Taking your coat off and hanging it, you remember that no one will ever help you take it off. Heading to your room, you lay in bed and remember that you had one one to keep you warm. It was always the same.

Y/n don’t do that. Don’t start to push yourself down. I told you that you would have someone that loves you. Even the writer of his story wants you two to be together. Just let it happen, please. You both need it.

Yes, both you and him.

Don’t argue with me on this because he’s just as troubled as you are. Sure he’s had a bit more luck in the love department but that’s because he’s one of the most handsome men in town.

Don’t start thinking that you’re not beautiful either. You’re one of the pretty women too, now go to sleep. Kit is coming tomorrow to bring a rental for you.

Good night, little dove.

The next morning you ride, tears still clinging onto your lashes from crying while sleeping. Wiping them away, you lay there thinking about what that voice in your head had said. You knew you weren’t delusional, the voice sounded to real. You decided to test something. “If you’re real…give me a sweet letter from that person you spoke about.”

A letter? That’s too simple, my love.

“Too simple? Fine, then…bring him to me.” You say, your voice quivering slightly. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Your eyes widen as you quickly got changed, flying down the stairs to your front door. Eyes widening more, you peer through the peep hole. “Kit..?” You say to yourself before opening the door. Kit’s face lights up, his eyes scan over your appearance. You didn’t feel uncomfortable by this, Kit was just admiring how comfortable you looked. “Mornin’ Y/n. Did I wake you?” He says, smiling still. “No, not at all. It’s cold, come in?” You say, shivering a bit. “I can’t, I have to go to the store. Lana sent me away while her and the kids made something for me. I got your rental here.” He says, handing you the keys. You didn’t want to admit that you felt a bit sad that he couldn’t come in, how foolish of you. “Oh! The red one? It’s too pretty, Kit.” You say, shyly toying with the keys. “Not prettier than you, miss.” He says, for a moment panic flashes through his eyes at what he said.

“Me? Kit, don’t be ridiculous.” You say, your voice becoming slightly quieter. “Yes you…why wouldn’t I think your pretty?” He says, being more bold this time. Kit crosses his arms and looks at you, sighing softly. “What are you trying to do, Mr. Walker? Bring an older woman’s hopes up? It’s not funny or a game to me…thank you for the car. I’ll make sure to pay you extra when I get my car back.” You say quickly, starting to shut the door. Kit quickly puts his foot on the door, groaning at how hard it hit him. “Y/n no. Listen to me please. Just for a second…” he says, not pushing open the door, just holding it. “What else is there to say Kit? A man like you shouldn’t be associated with someone like me anyways.” You say, pulling the door open slight to see him. Kit’s eyes were desperate as he peered into yours.

“Why not? You’re so beautiful…when I touched your hand for the first time, I felt somethin’. I don’t know what it is but I do know that it came from you.” You frown a bit and shake your head. “No you didn’t…” Kit sighs and takes your hands, holding them to his chest. You could feel how rapid his heartbeats were, eyes widening. “Do you feel that? That’s what happens every time I see you. It’s even faster now because you’re touching me.” He says, his breathing becoming ragged in desperation. Kit wanted you to see and feel what he felt for you. “It’s only been two weeks, I know…but I’ve only felt this once before and I lost that feeling to something tragic. I can’t help it…”

You both stare at each other, your hands still on his heart, his own on yours. Hesitating, you move your hands to his cheeks, cupping them with your warmth. Your own mind was reminding you of what happened earlier in the morning. They brought you Kit. Kit was the one they spoke of. Kit leans into your touch, sighing something while closing his eyes. “You have to believe me…please.” He says, your thumbs softly caressing his face. “I do…just give me time to get used to this. I’m not…I’ve never…” your words fail you as he opens his eyes again. “You’ve never been…loved? Well loved like this anyway. But how?” He questioned, pulling you close to him and engulfing you in his embrace. “I don’t know…” the phone from inside rings and you jump slightly, startled.

“I’m going to take you up on the offer to come inside, it is too cold. I can barely feel my hands.” He says chuckling a bit. You frown and hold his hands to warm them up as you answer. “Hello? Oh Lana, hi…yes he’s here…what? Tell me wha- oh…you knew this whole time? Lana Winters I swear you will be the death of me…alright I’ll tell him…bye I love you too.” You hang up the phone and sigh, looking up at him. “Lana said to come back because it’s ready. She also said to bring me along…but I’m not ready at all.” You say, gently rubbing his cold hands to make them warm up faster. “Go get ready, I’ll wait.” He says, hesitating before kissing your forehead. Your face flushed a bright red before running off to get ready.

Groaning in frustration as you try to zip up your coat, you face him. “Can you..?” he just smiles and zips it up for you, leaning down to help you with your boots. “There, alright let’s go.” Kit opens the doors for you and you head out and into his car. “They made breakfast over there, I do know that.” He says as he drives. Kit moves his free hand to yours and caresses it, humming to the song playing. Comfortable silence fills the car and you start to feel light. Pulling up to Lana’s driveway, you two head inside. The kids barreled towards you both and hugs were squeezed in. “Did you tell her, Papa? Did you? Did you?!!” Julia asks. Kit shushes her quickly and leads her away, telling her a few things. “Tell me what..?” You say as you were taken to the living room by Lana. “You know what, love.” She says and smiles, holding your hands. “Are you hungry? The kids really wanted waffles again.” She says, you nodding in response.

You eat your food with Kit, him purposely knocking he knees with yours. You gently slap his thigh to tell him to stop, making him laugh a little. “You’re childish, Kit.” You say as you laugh too, finishing up. “Give it to me.” You say, reaching for his plate. Kit shakes his head, taking yours and washing it along with his. “No, go with Lana. They’re about to watch another movie.” He says with a smile, kissing your cheek gently. You nod and go over to them, Julia sitting in your lap to watch the movie. Lana comes back in with sweets and other things for snacks, Kit right behind her with popcorn. He sits right next to you and held your free hand, making you blush softly.

As the movie plays, Julia plays with your hair. “Miss Y/n? Do you know how to braid?” She whispers in your ear, watching you then nod. Her face brightens and she sits between your legs so you could braid her hair while watching the movie. Kit watches your hands meticulously but gently pull hair into certain places and part the hair as well. You had done small cornrows along the top of her head and stopped halfway to leave the rest of the hair out. Julia happily sat back when you finished to keep watch the movie, playing with your hair again. Kit’s hand comes up to your mouth to feed you popcorn, smiling softly as you chew. “Kettle corn.” He whispers to you, eating some himself. “I love this better than the butter popcorn.” You whisper back and steal some of his popcorn.

When the movie ended, you hear a yawn from Thomas. “Too long?” You ask him and smile softly when he nods tiredly. “It was two hours long.” Lana says, yawning a bit herself. Julia was already sleeping between you and Kit and Thomas’ head was dropping every so often. “I think they need a nap…put them in their room. The beds are already set up anyways.” Lana said. You realize that they stayed over often, seeing as the pictures on the walls were adorned with their smiling faces. You and Kit carry the kids to bed, tucking them in and shutting the door. Hearing Kit sigh, you turn to face him. “What? Why are you smiling like that?” You ask, feeling his arms wrap around you. “You’re just really good with kids.” He mumbles onto your shoulder. Pulling away slightly to hold his hand, you both walk back to Lana. “I do have a degree in teaching.” You say and you both notice that Lana was sleeping peacefully on the couch. “I guess we’re the only ones awake now.” He says and sits on the other couch after turning off the television. “I guess so…” your lips form a smile and you sit next to him. “Wanna go somewhere?” He asks, taking your hand in his. “Where? I don’t think we could go to the park.” You let out a giggle and look up at him. “Library? I haven’t been there and I heard it was nice…” he says shyly. Smiling you nod and get up quickly and quietly, leaving a note for Lana before heading out the door with him.

Holding the door for you, Kit smiles brightly, already smelling the pages a book coming from the inside. You smile back and look around at how big the place was. “Wow…where do we start?” You ask and Kit takes your hand, taking you to the fiction section. “Fantasy is my favorite.” He says, scanning the books with you. “Me too, I love the idea of there being a knight in shining armor falling in love with the cold queen.” You say and gasp quietly, taking a book out. “Little Women? I’ve wanted to read this for so long…” you say, thumbing through the pages. You hear Kit walk over to you, peering over your shoulder. “I heard its real good.” He says and takes a book out. “Dracula sounds fun. I think it’s in old english though.” He says and looks over at you, smiling softly. “Should we take these out or look for other books?” You ask him, looking over at the one in his hand. “Let’s look around more and then we can decide.” He said and looks over at the non-fiction. “Or we could stay here to look at more fun books. I don’t like science like that…” he says and you giggle quietly.

Your fingers gently graze through the pages of different books, still holding Little Women in your arms. Kit would go through many books and could’ve for the life of him pick which one he wanted. Frowning at how indecisive he was, he just picked up a random one from his small pile. “A Wizard of Earthsea…sounds good.” Kit says to himself and turns to you, letting out a small chuckle. “Just get the Little Women book. There is no use in you looking around for more.” You shyly nod and follow him around as he walked towards the librarian. Helping you both get a library card, they check the books out for you and hang them back, saying thank you for visiting. You and Kit nod and head over to the small coffee shop next door, excited about the books that were checked out.

Sitting down at one of the sofa chairs, you watch as Kit get’s coffee for himself and hot chocolate for you. You frown as to watch how flustered the woman at the counter was as he spoke. He was oblivious to how much an effect he had on people. To ignore the insecurities that started to pop up in your brain, you begin to read your book. Your mind starts to drift as you immerse yourself in the book, not noticing when Kit walks up with the drinks in his hands. “Here you go, darlin’.” He says and watches you slightly jump at his voice. “Oh, thank you.” You say, putting down your book and sipping the hot chocolate. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” He asks you, watch you frown a bit as you nod. “Yeah, why? Is it because I jumped a little? I was really into the book.” You say and watch him set down his cup, sitting next to you. “No, you just seem different. You look sad all of a sudden. I know it’s not because of the book.” He says and your eyes widen a bit.

I’m looking at you right now and I can’t even see a difference…astonishing.

Oh shut up for a second. I have to conceal this.

Conceal what? How you truly feel? Please Y/n, don’t be ridiculous. Just tell him.

No, I refuse to let this ruin me.

Y/n, you’re acting like a fool. Do as I tell you, he’s kind.

That’s the problem. He’s so kind that it attracts others much prettier than I am and you know it.

Don’t start with that.

You don’t start. We all know he’s-

“Y/n?” You blink and frown a bit. “Sorry, just a lot on my mind.” Kit shook his head and leans in a bit, cupping your cheek. “No, you went away for a second.” He says and watches you carefully.

What does he mean? I’m confused.

I don’t know…

“There! You just did it…where do you go in that pretty mind of yours?” You realize in that moment that he could see and feel you talk to someone in your mind. Shaking your head, you deny anything and just go back to reading, your palms sweating a little from nervousness. “Alright…I won’t pry.” He says and opens his own book, reading it quietly. The silence that engulfed you two was heavy and thick, you hated it.

Your mind couldn’t focus on the book anymore, making you close it and sigh softly. “Kit?” You say, looking at him. He looked frustrated as he read. “Hmm?” He hums and glanced up at you before going back to reading. “Is it good so far?” You ask, trying to ease the tension. “Yeah it’s good…I think Julia would like this when she gets older.” He says and flips the page. You nod and sip your drink, seeing a woman come up to you both. “Hello sorry to interrupt, that woman over there told me to give this to you sir.” She say and hands him a cinnamon roll. “Oh no thank you.” Kit says, flashing a smile. “I don’t eat sweets. Tell her thank you.” He says and goes back to reading as she walks away. You watched as both women speak become embarrassed, making you smirk just a little.

“Why did you lie?” You ask as you turn your attention back to Kit. “I didn’t. I don’t eat sweets…that are made from somewhere other than you.” He says and smiles again, reaching for your hand. You pull your hand away quickly and shake your head. “Don’t lie again.” You look down at your book again and try to distract yourself from Kit’s pained expression. “Are you embarrassed that I take a liking to you?” Kit watches as you shake your head. “I’m embarrassed but not because of you. I just don’t understand why a handsome young man such as yourself would want a woman who is older and less prettier than everyone else.” Turning the page, you sip the last bit of the hot chocolate. “A woman who’s…never even been kissed. Aren’t you ashamed to even be associated with someone like me? A flawed and unwanted individual.” You say, finally looking at him. His demeanor completely changed, he looked angry. “Never mind, let’s just go. I’m tired.” You say and head out the cafe door, shivering as you walk back to his car.

Stupid…I’m so fucking stupid.

You are stupid for sabotaging yourself.

Why thank you for reminding me. How sweet of you.

Anytime…Y/n just relax. You’re going to slip and fall if you keep walking this fast.

Who cares? Maybe I’ll die and not make anyone’s life worse.

Don’t you dare. Just get in the car and wait for him.

Rolling your eyes, you get to the car and sit inside, shivering still. You see Kit not long after you had arrived. “Y/n what the hell were you thinking? It’s cold and you could’ve fell.” He says as he gets in, turning the car on to warm you both up. Kit still looked angry, making you look away and just answer with nods. “Y/n look at me.” He says after a minute of silence. You hesitate as you look at him again. “What? If you’re going to argue with me again over-“

Cupping your cheeks with his cold hands, he leans in and kisses you for just a moment. Your eyes widen as he pulls away, frowning still. “Now I’m for first kiss. I’m going to be your first date, first boyfriend, first everything. I’m also going to stay that way. There won’t be another.” Leaning in, you kiss him first this time. Although you were inexperienced, he let you take the lead. The kiss was soft and filled with longing. He could feel how much you wanted to be loved just by kissing you. Your icy cold hands cup his cheeks as you deepen the kiss, feeling how much he wanted you. Pulling away before anything escalated, Kit stares at you but with a smile. “For a first time kisser, you’re quiet talented. The best kiss I’ve ever had.” He says and you hide your face. “Whatever, just drive.” You say as he does as you tell him.

In the next coming weeks, you and Kit become absolutely inseparable. Kisses and lingering touches whenever you two could get the chance to do so. Everyone knew that you two were an item, to your surprise not many people criticized you for being with him. Sighing as you get home from a date, you slip off your shoes. You were already longing for him, missing the way he looked at you. Laying in your bed after changing and showering, your mind drifts. Just then the phone rings “It’s nine…who would be calling at nine?” You get up and pick up the phone. “Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry for callin’. You were going to sleep weren’t you?” You hear Kit’s voice say. Smiling to yourself you giggle a bit. “I was…why is there anything wrong?” You hear Kit clear his throat. “No I just missed you. I’m using a pay phone because I wanted to know if I could come over actually. I know we just saw each other but…I miss you.” You could hear him smiling over the phone. Julia and Thomas were with Lana this weekend so you say yes.

Not that long after, you hear a few knocks. “Hi baby.” He says when you open the door, hugging him close. “You’re cold.” You say as he peppers your face with kisses. “Maybe a little.” He says and closes the door, taking off his coat. “We haven’t done this in a minute. It’s like a sleepover for only us.” He says and smiles as you roll your eyes. Leading him to the couch, you both cuddle while watching the late night show that was always on. “You looked so pretty today…you look even better now.” He says and gently kisses your cheek. Your face flushed and you shake your head. “Stop it…”

Your face was now inches from his; tentatively he leans in and kisses you. This time it felt different. You both were hungry for each other and it was apparent to you in the kiss. Running your fingers through his hair, he slips his tongue in and groans softly. “You’re driving me crazy…” he mumbles into the kiss and smirks when you giggle a bit. His kisses moves down to your neck, licking and gently sucking to not make a mark. Your body felt like it was on fire each time he kisses you. “Kit wait-“ you say and you both look at each other. His pupils were blown out and filled with lust and love. As he stares at you more he realizes your dilemma. “We don’t have to, Y/n.” Kit’s hands gently caress your cheeks as you thought it over. “I want to but I don’t know anything…” all he does is smile and say, “no problem. It’s all about you anyways.”

Kit stands and gently takes your hand, kissing it before letting you lead him to your bedroom. You sigh in bliss as his hands graze your skin, taking off your night gown. Kit smiles and kisses you again, his fingers still grazing your back, making you shiver. As you two kiss and giggle in between each others lips, you pull off his shirt. His lips move once again to your neck as he unclips your bra, hearing your breath hitch. He feels your hands moving towards your chest to cover yourself, smiling softly still. “It’s only me, sweetheart.” He says and pulls off his pants. “I’ll take everything off first, would that make it better?” He asks. “A little…” you watch as he pulls off the final article of clothing off. Your cheeks flush pink and you uncover yourself, letting yourself be vulnerable. Kit looks at you for permission before leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it while massaging the other breast. “You’re so beautiful…” he mumbles as your fingers run through his hair, letting out small whines of pleasure. Your body was on fire again and you let him pull off your panties, blushing more as you hear him groan at the sight of your wet folds.

“My perfect girl…” his words trailed off as he steps closer to you, holding you close as he kisses your pretty soft lips. He never got tired of kissing you, the way your fingers would tug at his hair made him drunk. Gently pushing you on the bed, he kisses your legs, trailing up to your inner thighs. “Kit…” you say shyly, wanting the bed to swallow you hole under his burning gaze. Kit looks up at you with a smile as he lays a kiss on your clit. “You’re so pretty…everything you have is pretty.” His breath on your pussy made you clench around nothing, making him chuckle. His tongue circles around your clit in slow movements, making you whine and arch your back. Beginning to lap at your folds and moan, his arms make your pretty, thick thighs rest on his shoulders. Your moans get higher in pitch and louder as you get more comfortable, getting closer by the minute. Suckling softly on your clit, you feel his index finger circle around your tight hole. Looking up at you for your permission, he sinks his finger in. Pumping his finger slowly as he laps at your clit makes your legs shake with pleasure. Pushing another digit in, he curls his fingers and watches as you get closer to being undone. “One more baby, wait until I have one more in okay?” He says encouragingly as he stretched you out with his fingers. “Good girl.” Kit mumbles onto your pussy, growing more hungry for your taste. When he feels you’re ready, he slips in one more and pumps them in at a faster pace, coming up from between your thighs to kiss your breasts. Your moans grow louder, holding onto his free arm as your get close. “Are you gonna cum for me sweetheart?” His pace going faster as he feels you tighten around his fingers. “Yes! Yes please, Kit…don’t stop please!” You moan out. Your legs start shaking more as your orgasm comes full force, moaning loudly as you do. Kit groans as he rides out your high, pulling out his fingers. “Look at the mess you made, darlin’.” He says and kisses your lips. “Did so good for me, think you can handle more?” He asks and watches as you nod eagerly.

Moving himself in between your legs, he sucks on his fingers. “You taste so good, baby.” He whispers in your ear, making you hide your face in his neck and shake your head. “Shut up…” you mumble and feel him move to see you. “Are you ready baby?” He asks, gently caressing your cheek. You nod and watch as he spits on his free hand, stroking himself slowly. You hear him groan softly as he teases himself on your pussy. “Kit…cmon.” You whine and make him chuckle, sinking in his tip. Kit feels you tense as you wrap your arms around him. “You alright?” He asks, gently caressing your body as he keeps going. You nod but stay silent, making him cup your cheeks and kiss you, trying to aid the slight pinch your feeling. After a minute he feels you roll your hips, making you both moan. “That’s my girl.” He says and slowly rolls his hips with you, feeling your pussy clench around him in pleasure. Your moans make him dizzy, the feeling of your nails grazing his back make him want to go faster. When you start begging him to go faster, he barely holds back. His thrusts make you feel euphoric as you arch your back, him taking a nipple into his mouth again. “Kit please don’t stop!” You say as he goes harder. His groans slowly fill the room along with yours, his arms holding you close as he fucks you. “Kit I’m close-“ you moan out when he pounds into your pussy a bit harder, making your toes curl. “Cum for me baby, do it please…fuck!”

Kit’s moans get louder with your own as you both reach that sweet bliss. Cumming around his cock, you whine as you feel him cum inside you. You both still as you both start come down from your highs once again. Your mind was foggy but you could hear him praising you and could feel him kiss your neck softly. “You did so good for me, baby. I love you so much…” he mumbles and holds you impossibly closer. You whine as he pulls out, shushing you with a kiss. “Hold on pretty, let me get us cleaned up okay?” He gets up and quickly goes to your bathroom, getting a warm wet cloth. As he gets that, you think to yourself. There was no way you just did that. Is this what people meant when they said that sex was great? Either way, you were glad it was with Kit. Coming back into the room, he cleans you up and kisses you everywhere. You reach for him and he obliged, pulling you close to him. “Kit…that was..well-“ you cut yourself off with a giggle. “I love you…” you say to him, laying your head on his chest. “I love you way more baby. I’m never letting you go.” He said.

And he meant every word he said.

Authors Note: im sorry that this isn’t proofread, i literally had no time to do so 💔💔 i hope you guys enjoyed the absolutely horrendous smut at the end but like i tried okay? i’ll get better i suppose 😰

Taglist: @yes-divine-ruler @preselelle @evanpetersfav @quicksilversg1rl @kaylaperiodqueenslay @theyluvvkoi @bldmoth @nvtallowed

[nobitchs-world]

When y/n gets too annoying to the point you want to stop reading

[evanchantingpeters]

All my feminism goes out the window when I lay eyes on this man... Uff😬

[wh0re43van]

“I need him biblically,,, I need him in a way that is concerning to feminism.”

Currently rewatching asylum for the first time since it aired. Evan really put his whole evussy into this role stg 🙏🏻

[violet-harmon2011]

to my favorite serial killer, clown, cult leader, hairstylist, vampire, playwright, actor, hotel owner, lobster man, circus performer, zombie, frat boy, and mechanic <3

[nahoyasboyfriend]

Helping hand

Warnings: shameless smut, handjob, unprotected sex, rough sex.

Word count: 2.4k

Tagging: @doll3tt33 @fear-is-truth @coentinim

A/N: this is literally pure filth. I'm not sure what possessed me to write this, but I did. Sorry for any typos or bad writing.

Staying up late with Kyle had become sort of a routine. Sleeping didn't always come easy to you, and getting Kyle to bed without you was always a struggle. Sitting with your legs crossed on the bed, you ponder over what you should do. It couldn't be too loud and it had to be something you were certain he'd enjoy. You glance at him for a moment, he was laying down on the floor watching something on his ipad, so he was occupied for now.

You grabbed your laptop, blankly staring at the screen while you skimmed over your options. Then it hit you— a movie! You could put on a movie. After five minutes of scrolling, you decide to put on a cheesy comedy. you were more of a horror movie enjoyer, but you figured Kyle wouldn't like it. He was a sensitive boy, now more than ever, and you didn't want to stress him out. Especially after the whole being brought back to life ordeal.

"Kyle, honey, come here," you gently call out, placing the laptop on the edge of the bed so you could lay down. You could hear the creak of the floorboards as he slowly ambled to you. He laid down next to you, throwing his arm over you to pull you closer. Stuck in his hold, your hand slapped around until you found the edge of the covers, slinging it over the two of you. You settled in, squirming around until you were comfortable, and then you pressed play.

The plan had been to watch the movie, and then head to bed, but that was ruined when not even ten minutes in he kept shifting. “Ky, what's wrong?” You whisper, tearing your eyes away from the screen to look at him. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and his eyebrows knit together in discomfort. “H-hurts,” he murmured. You sat up, gently removing the cover from the two of you. “Where does it hurt, kyle?”

He propped himself up until he was sitting on his knees. Confused, you watched silently wondering what he was trying to show you. Maybe he had scraped his leg, or he had a bruise. His lack of motor skills was a major downside of being frankensteined back together. "Here," he grunted, looking down at his pants. You followed his gaze until you were meant with the obvious bulge in his pants. Oh.

Unsure of what to do, you just sat there. Shit. Should you help him? Would helping him be the right thing to do? Seemingly annoyed at your lack of response, he took your hand placing it over his groin. He whined at the desperately needed contact, rolling his hips. "Touch, p-please."

This quickly snaps you out of your thoughts, it’s hard to worry about the consequences when he’s so needy. "Are you sure?" You ask, just to check, accidentally pushing his boundaries was never something you wanted to do. He nods, and you start to unzip his pants. Despite the initial struggle, you're finally able to get his pants down, revealing the blue boxers he had on underneath. His precum stains the fabric, making a sizable dark patch.

"Poor boy, you must be so worked up" you coo, running a finger over the length of it. Kyle's pupils swallow the already deep brown of his eyes as he watches you. Meeting his intense gaze is enough to make you look down again, goosebumps pricking at your skin.

With more zeal than before, your fingers hook the band of his boxers, slowly pulling them down. His cock bounces free, hitting his stomach, and you have to stare for a moment. The tip is flushed pink and precum drips from the slit like a broken faucet. Your eyes slowly trail up his body, from his stomach, to the scar wrapped around his neck, till you're finally looking him in the face. His cheeks are ruddy, his lips parted ever so slightly, and he has this look in his eyes like nothing matters but you at the moment. Maintaining eye contact, you gingerly wrap your fingers around it.

He lets out an airy sigh, that you assume is of relief. You carefully start to move your hand up and down. You watch his eyes slowly flutter shut, and revel in the way pathetic whines begin to fall out of his mouth. To ease the friction, you let a glob of spit dribble onto the tip, using your hand to coat his entire length in your drool. His cock twitches in your hand. He must be close, you think. You work your hand faster, trying to push him to the edge as quickly as you can, but suddenly he's pulling your hand away, shaking his head.

"n-need you," he mewls, finger latching onto the band your shorts trying to tug them down. Throwing all caution to the wind, you oblige. You yank down your shorts and panties, throwing them on the floor. You crawl to him, tossing your legs over his thighs to straddle his lap. His hands fly to your hips, rucking up your oversized shirt to reveal your chest. He stares at you with wide, pleading eyes, silently begging for permission. Once you give a quiet go ahead, he’s instantly taking your nipple into his mouth. It's an odd sensation. His tongue is cool against your warm skin.

You let out a soft whine, and lift a hand to cradle the back of his head. You card your fingers through his hair, while you mutter soft praises, gently rocking yourself against his aching cock, but not letting it slip inside. His arms were wrapped around your middle, pulling you closer to him, like he wanted to be in your skin. You both stay like this for a while, soaking each other in. While it wasn't enough to get you off, you decided that was fine, and instead focused on getting him off. You were trying to make him feel good after all. You could help yourself later.

You were sure he could have came like this, and he seemed to realize that too because he reluctantly wrenched himself away from mouthing at your boob to line his aching cock with your slit. But he was clueless and couldn't quite get it so with a loving smile, you gently took his hand in yours and directed it to where it needed to go.

You slowly sink onto his cock, taking him inch by inch. You got about halfway before you decided to take a second and let yourself adjust to the size. Placing his hands on your hips, he forced you down. You let a startled gasp because of the abrupt fullness. The stretch burns, and he doesn't let you adjust before he begins to buck up into you.

You rest your hands on his shoulders for support, slightly digging your nails in to deal with the ache. You can barely gain your bearings with the way he forces you to bounce on his cock. The pain slowly melts into syrupy sweet pleasure, and everything quickly becomes overwhelming. The sound of his skin on yours, the feeling of his cold tongue on your skin, and the pangs of pleasure shooting through you.

You crash your mouths together because even if you don't want to admit it. You're just as attached to him as he is to you, and the urge to get closer than you already were was becoming unbearable. This kiss is awkward, but you can't bring yourself to mind. Your teeth clack together and your noses keep bumping. His tongue curiously prods into your mouth. Still, you melt into him, letting him explore every inch of you for as long as he'd like. His spit tastes earthy, and surprisingly it isn't that bad. You pull away to breathe, and he follows, pitifully chasing after you like a lost puppy.

His powerful thrusts have devolved into quick, shallow bunny humps, so you take it upon yourself to finish what he started. You place your hands on his chest lightly pushing him back. He doesn't resist, letting himself fall onto his elbows. He looks confused, kiss-swollen lips pulled into the cutest pout. It makes you want to smooch it off of his face. You lift yourself up, and it seems like you're about to pull off, but before his hands could rush back to your hips, you slam back down down.

The sound he lets out is guttural and loud. Your hand slaps over his mouth. He blinks, puzzled. You pull your hand away to press a finger against your lips. “Be quiet, they'll hear us,” you whisper, glancing behind you to make sure nobody is at the door. In the blink of an eye, you're not on top of him anymore. You are on your back now. Stunned, you stare vacantly at the ceiling. His hands grip your hips, sheathing himself back into the warmth of your cunt (when did he learn how to do that without you?)

He starts up that unforgiving pace again, ramming into you so hard the bed is wobbling beneath you. All you can do is take it. Silently praying that your bed will make it through the night. He effortlessly brushes that spongy spot inside of that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. you're quivering beneath him, unraveling like a ball of yarn in his hands. Pleasure sweeping any coherent thoughts away like a hurricane. That familiar ache builds in your stomach. Your cunt clenches around him, begging for release. Everything feels so good, it verges on painful. Your hands latch onto the sheets, holding on for dear life.

Kyle leans down to press wet, slimey kisses on your clavicle, lightly dragging his teeth against your skin. A few more brutal thrusts, and you're digging your nails into his back, softly whining. Your orgasm crashes over you like a current. You bite your lip to muffle the moans that threaten to come out, blinking away unshed tears. After your orgasm subsides, you're instantly being ushered into another one. “s too much, ky, I can't take another,” you hiccup, pressing a hand against Kyle's chest in a feeble attempt at pushing him off. You don't know if he just brushes you off on purpose, or if he did it without realizing because in spite of your pitiful request. His pace sped up.

He's grunting in your ear now, you can feel the hot puffs of air tickling your cheek. Plump tears roll down your face, your body trembling uncontrollably. He cums deep inside you, a blossom of warmth filling you up, but he doesn't stop rutting into you. Fucking it in further. You let out woeful, little squeaks. You're sniveling, and your poor, aching cunt weeps. You feel your second release rushing towards you, and all you can do is brace yourself. He's fucking you like he despises you, and if you didn't know anymore you would have been convinced you were his sworn enemy with the way he was bullying your cunt.

Your orgasm hits you like a strike to gut, somehow more intense than the last. Your back arches off the bed so far that someone might think you're possessed. The bitter taste of iron pervades your mouth. You didn't realize how hard you'd bitten your lip trying to be quiet. (Which is turning out to be an impossible feat, but at least you're trying.) you're gushing around him. Your arousal spills down onto the bed beneath you. You can feel the sheets sticking to your skin, and you remind yourself to lay down a towel or something next time. A few more agonizing seconds pass, and he's finally pulling out of you.

He collapses on top of you, and you take a moment to collect yourself. The icky feeling of laying in a pool of bodily fluids is the only reason you haven't passed out yet.

“Kyle, we gotta get up and take a shower,” you mumble, your body aches and your bones feel like jelly, but you can't go to sleep in these conditions.

He grumbles for a second. “sleep.”

you sigh, “i know, but we're all dirty now. We gotta clean up.” begrudgingly, he peels himself off of you. You get up rather slowly because of how unsteady you were on your feet. You snatch some clothes up for you and Kyle. You haul yourself to the bathroom, dragging Kyle behind you. You turned on the shower, letting the water run until it was warm enough to get in. “C’mon in,” you utter, stepping into the tub. You watch Kyle sluggishly walk to you. He looked so tired. Poor baby.

“Do you want me to help you bathe?” you inquire, quietly. He doesn't respond, just follows you in. He can barely keep his eyes open. You decide it's easier to just wash him instead of trying to wake him up. You grab a washcloth, apply some body wash, and massage it in till it lathers up. You start with his arms, and you can't help but follow all the veins as you travel your way up. Then you moved on to his chest. You could feel the bumps from where his head was sewn back on, your heart ached for him. He didn't deserve such an untimely death. You frown, shaking away those thoughts. He doesn't need your pity.

The rest goes relatively fast. He listens to your request to lift his legs and turn around, so you could reach his back. You speed through washing yourself, so you can get back to bed as soon as you possibly can. Once you’re done, you hop out and dry yourself off. As usual, you help Kyle dry off too. The two of you shuffle off to bed clean and content. You toss a blanket over your sullied sheets, you'll wash them later.

Collapsing onto the bed, you let out a relieved sigh. Sweet, sweet relaxation. Kyle follows suit, pulling you onto his chest. You grinned, silently enjoying his unending clinginess. “L-love you,” he murmured, and you feel a warmth beginning to bloom in your chest. “I love you too, Kyle,” you whisper. You don't know if he truly understands what he just said to you, but you choose not to think too hard about it. Scooting closer to him, you feel the tiredness hit you all at once. The comfortable arms of sleep luring you in.

[americanwh0rerstory]

her patient, his savior [kit walker]

SUMMARY: when kit gets thrown into briarcliff for a second time, yet again for a crime he didn’t commit, he meets a nurse: Y/N

CONTENT WARNING: violence, briarcliff, mental asylums, angst, platonic relationship but could be romantic depending on your perspective

A/N: the dates might be wrong, but i couldn’t find any explicitly stated dates so i had to use what i could. this does not match up with the ending of the show but it’s an idea that came to me

NO NSFW. PLS ENJOY

being a nurse at briarcliff wasn’t an easy job. you’d deal with the aftermath of the brutal punishments that the sisters would give to the patients. the welts, the burns, you saw the lot of it.

nobody there was anyone you wanted to associate with, it was clear that 9/10 people seemingly deserved to be there. granted you didn’t know most of them, but you read their files and found their backstories. however one person stuck out to you: kit walker.

a charming man who managed to be discharged from briarcliff. he was framed for the bloodyface murders and thrown into the asylum without a second thought. judging by his files he endured a lot. the electrotherapy, the beatings, the hydrotherapy, it was atrocious. he was discharged in 1965 though, so why was this relevant? why were you reading his files in 1971?

kit was back. back for murder. He knew that Alma murdered Grace, but he couldn’t let Alma take the fall for it; he gave himself up to save her, a chivalrous act for his wife.

This same Mr walker had just entered your infirmary looking beaten up. his eye was blackened, bottom lip bloodied, and god knows what else. But kit was your nicest patient, he wasn’t creepy and was polite. he was like a saint in a house of devils.

“sista’, mind fixin’ me up?” he asks in his boston drawl, standing in the doorway waiting for you to give him permission to be seen. he knew he didn’t need to ask, but he still wanted to be polite and keep that sense of humanity in him. his hair was messy, sticking to his forehead a little with the sweat presumably from the fight he got himself into. kit was such a sweet soul, you never believed anyone when they said he was violent.

“of course kit” you beam softly, not wanting to seem overly eager but also not wanting to seem monotonous like everyone else here. it was either monotony or anger, no in between. to kit you were his ray of sunshine in this place, he appreciated having a nice nurse this time round rather than Dr Arden.

“thanks-” he began to say, cutting himself off with a hiss of pain when the antiseptic made contact with some of his grazes and cuts.

“sorry, ‘s just hurtin’ a little” he mumbled, apologising for his reaction to the cool antiseptic wipe you began to run along his battered body.

the two of you made idle chit chat whilst you fixed him up, your eyes meeting his occasionally. he made you laugh with some sort of witty comment/remark he made, and you giggled like a school girl with a crush.

nothing could happen though, he still had alma on the outside. nothing would ever happen… right?

A/N: i’m gonna be real and say i got a bit lazy towards the end and also couldn’t be bothered to make a banner. i’ve got a lot to work on so fics might be slightly lower quality than usual, but i’ll try my best <3

[deadgirl-violet]

[missuswalker]

Hi, can I request an angst for Kit Walker x female reader where they are both patients in Briarcliff and starting to have romantic feelings for each other please? Thank you

𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 || 𝐤𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♰ summary: you and kit were both unjustly thrown into briarcliff and you’ve bonded over that, maybe more than you should

angst/comfort

♰ warmings: mentions of death

♰ notes: ilhsm he’s so husband 🤭

it was quiet this morning, other patients whispering to each other about something you would ever care to know. “mornin’,” kit sighs, dropping down next to you at the chess table. a few people glance your way, but you pay no mind to it, just scratching at the wooden leg of the table. “you ever gonna actually play this?” he asks, picking up one of the chess pieces, setting it on your arm. your gaze stays fixed on the table’s leg, but you shrug. “no. don’t know how.”

kit sighs, moving the piece back to the board. “you wanna learn? i can teach ya’ how,” kit offers, beginning to move the pieces to their designated squares. “no, thank you,” you mumble. he was quiet from a moment, examining your dull eyes, one’s that are usually happy and hopeful when he’s around. all day you had be thinking about how long you’ve been here. about how you’re not going to get out. they were emotionally draining thoughts, but they were thoughts you had to have at some point.

“what’s your deal,” kit says jokingly, trying to lighten the somber mood. upon your lack of response, thoughts of his own settle into his mind. did you finally fall for the other patients’ bullshit about him being a murderer? he frowns, stiffening in his seat. you were the one person he didn’t want to believe this. he stopped caring about the others a long time ago. “y’know you can tell me what’s on your mind,” he continues, not wanting to give you up, his one real friend in this place.

your silence does not waver, the only change being the force of your nails being pushed into the already-chipped wood of the table leg. kit simply stands, walking away. he tried to convince himself that he didn’t want to be around you, anyways. taking one last look at you, he sees that your face was now buried in your arms, hidden from his view. as much as he wanted to come rub your back, get you to look at him, he believed that it wasn’t what you’d want, that you never wanted to see him again. he had truly convinced himself that you thought he was a killer.

as soon as he left, though, you were silently begging him to stay. you didn’t want to talk, you just wanted to be near him, take comfort in his presence. you really, really liked kit. he was the little bit of good in all this bad that had kept you going for so long. his stupid dad jokes were all it took to get you to smile, and you were beginning to realize that no one but you could ever laugh at something like that. when his smile was all you could think about, you knew you wanted more from him than just a friendship.

♰

you had kitchen duties tonight, which you believed to be the worst thing in life. once you enter the kitchen, though, is when your mind changes. “kit,” you grin, obviously feeling a little better than you previously had. you expected a hey or a smile, but, instead, he just ignored you, kneading at the dough in front of him. it’s not like he didn’t hear you, he heard you loud and clear. he could recognize your voice from a mile away. he just didn’t want to talk to you. as odd as it was for him, you accepted it, considering you’d done the same thing earlier. you gave him some space, working on some dough on the opposite side of the counter.

“you won’t even stand by me,” he says, his voice nearly breaking at the end. he couldn’t help but think you were afraid of him. you furrow your brows, moving to the other side of the counter, now right next to him. “christ, just go back to where you were,” he mumbles, shaking his head. “i thought you wanted me to stand here,” you say growing frustrated with kit’s unusual behavior. “you’re only standin’ here because you feel like you have to,” he scoffs, eyes fixed on his hands and the dough.

you frown for what felt like the hundredth time today, rolling your eyes. “i want to stand here,” you defend, getting back to work. after a moment of silence, kit glances at your agitated face. he didn’t like that you didn’t look happy to be with him, that you weren’t going on one of your tangents about a random thing that interested you. “i thought you believed me, y’know. i thought we were friends, or somethin’.”

“what the hell are you talking about, kit,” you huff, glancing at him with a completely confused look. “i know you’re thinkin’ i’m gonna hurt you, ‘cause you let those people tell you i’m a killer,” his says, moving his hands to grip the edge of the countertop. “what? where’d you get that from,” you ask with a sigh, shaking your head. “you wouldn’t even look at me this morning, when you got in here you stood as far away as you possibly could, and everyone’s been whisperin’ all day.”

“i was just havin’ a bad morning, kit, you’re not the only fucking one with problems in your life,” you blurt, regretting what you said immediately, not wanting to hurt his feelings, though you didn’t take it back. he tries to read your expression, the same silence falling over the two of you again. instead of receiving a harsh comeback, you just feel gentle arms snake around your waist. you wanted to fight it, you were trying to be upset with him, but how could you? “i’m sorry, angel, i just got caught up in my own head. you’re right, you have problems too, and i should’ve thought about that.”

turning around to face him, you wrap your own arms around him. why was he so goddamn irresistible? he offers you a sweet smile, hoping to make up for the rocky start to the day. “you wanna talk about anything?” he asks, resting his chin on the top of your head, rubbing your back in slow, comforting motions. this was your kit, the everyday kit that would be effortlessly kind. “i dunno. i was just thinkin’ ‘bout life,” you say, though he could see right through you. “i don’t wanna die in here, kit,” you finally admit, letting your head rest against his chest. “i get it. i know how you feel, but i won’t let you die in here. i’m gonna get you out,” he promises, kissing your temple.

“look at me. i swear i’ll get you out of this place,” he says, lifting your chin. your sad eyes were enough to break his heart, but when you gave him that little smile, he knew it was over for him. he’d been trying hard not to fall for you, your wits and charms, but he had lost that battle a while back. he wanted to kiss you so bad, but he didn’t want to take advantage of your vulnerability. you seemed to have other plans. as you pulled his face down, he hesitated, but ultimately leaned down the rest of the way, connecting your lips. after that, you both knew where your hearts belonged.

once you pull away, he has this big, stupid smile on his face. you laugh at the look, looking down at your feet. “you still got somethin’ on your mind, whatcha’ thinkin’ about,” he asks, smoothing out your hair with his big hand. “nothing, just same thing i was thinking this morning. i wanna get out of here so bad. i want a family, i’ve wanted a little girl since i was a kid,” you ramble, thinking about how nice it would be to have your own house, a dog or a cat, and a baby of your own. kit pretends to think for a moment, before saying, “i think i can make that happen.”

you scoff, smacking his chest with the back of your hand. “you hush,” you laugh, but your laugh quiets as he holds a serious face. it was hard to tell if he was joking or if he meant it, but it looked more and more like the latter ever second that went by. “i think i love you,” he admits, his tone completely serious. “what?” you ask, stuck in that moment of shock. he gives you those brown puppy eyes, bringing your knuckles up to his lips. “i do,” he says, now kissing the open palm of your hand.

“i think i love you too, then.”

pt 2

i love this man so much he can knead my dough

[redroses07]

real shit

[evansonlylove]

he hurt me but it felt like true love

-Kai anderson x fem reader

CW: abusive relationship, sex w/o protection, slapping, spitting, manhandling, angry kai, knife play, threatening. slut shamming. mentions of death.

summary: while kai was out running meetings for his cult, teaching and mentoring his followers he hears men of the group talking about you. About your beauty, how bad they wanted you and how much of a slut they thought you were. Rather than kai getting angry at them, he directs that anger towards you.

You loved kai more than anything. Your friends and family said it was manipulation, abuse and such, but to you he was God. Understanding that him being busy all the time helping his people wasn’t something hard for you to understand, you actually looked up to him for it.

He had promised you he’d be home intime for dinner. Dressing up nice with a pretty dress you knew he liked, putting your hair down and making his favorite food was your way to repay him for everything. Yet where was he? You couldn’t text or call him in fear of him getting upset, all you could do was wait. But even the most faithful followers get tired.

Keeping on the dress in hope that he may come back soon and wake you up to have dinner you laid in bed, thinking about him was all you could ever do. Were you dumb in love with a psychotic cult leader? Yes, you couldn’t complain since you knew what you signed up for with him but a fire lit inside you this night. Anger, you wanted to be #1 in his mind but you never were, and you were done taking it.

Somewhere in the time you fell asleep and wake up to something sharp on your neck and a familiar scent. opening your eyes and seeing kai standing at the edge of the bed right infront of you, his long blue hair falling infront of his face along with rage.

“kai? whats h-“ His hand reaches to your cheeks with a squeeze and leaning your head up to look at him while a knife pressing at your neck.

“Tell me, do you think i’m stupid y/n?” He squatted down face to face with you as he asked, never taking his eyes off of you. “Do you think you get to be some slut while with me?”

You look at him with confusion “what are you talking about kai?” you muttered out, still not being able to comprehend the situation as he woke you. You try to sit up but quickly get pushed back down and the knife being held harder against you skin

“Stay the fuck down and speak up. tell me. do you think i don’t know what you do?” And just like that, the rage from earlier comes rushing back to you in waves.

“kai i have no fucking idea what you’re talking about. you leave me hanging with dinner and come home accusing me of thing? are you serious? put the goddamn knife down.” He had never seen you like this, speaking up and being upset with him. The last thing you expected him to do was laugh, and yet that’s what he did. Laughed right in your face with a knife digging into you.

“Im not putting anything down. you know what i heard though? i heard how much you love flaunting yourself around MY members. do you know what they think of you y/n?” He laughs again almost phycotictly “They think you’re a stupid slut that’s free for grabs all because little miss y/n loves being so fucking sweet and talkative. Here’s a thought baby, why don’t you shut the fuck up and stay away from them? maybe so you won’t embarrass me like this?”

“i didnt do anything kai, i wasn’t even at the meetings today. Yes i try to help and talk to them but that’s just because i want to be a part of what you do, why can’t you see that?”

“You wanna know what i see? i see a desperate bitch begging for attention, if not from me than it’s from them. you think i have time to deal with that after all i do for you and these people? you think i don’t love you or something so you feel like you have to do all that?” He turns his head as he asks the last question, almost mocking you. You see his hand go down to his pants as he starts unzipping them slowly.

“yes. i just want your attention and love kai, can you understand that please?” Your body weakens as you say these words, suddenly you feel better by just telling him this and not keeping it in.

“You want me attention huh? and my love. Here i’ll give you allll my attention you pathetic little whore. I see how hard you try, let me reward you with my attention hm?” He gets up leaving his crotch at your heads height now. Even though you heard his sarcasm this was all you wanted, his attention in any way, shape or form. “Open that pretty little mouth for your leader, you wanted attention right? i’ll give it to you” You looked up at his though your eyelashes with doe eyes and opened your mouth just as he had asked you to do. His pants slid down with ease as he palmed himself through his underwear, he loved making you wait for it after all. All you could do was wait and wait and wait, your mouth watered at the sight of him finally taking his cock out as he stepped closer to you he slapped his tip on your lips. He spit down on his cock and into your mouth before he slipped his hard cock into it, a loud grown coming from him almost immediately.

“Is this was you wanted? here’s the fucking attention for you” He went on to fuck your mouth, one hand behind your head leading you deeper on his cock while the other pressed a cold knife against the side of your neck. “I should fucking kill you for what those guys said. But then i’d be wasting such a perfect mouth, so good at sucking me off. So..fucking.. pretty” One more thrust and he stayed deep in your throat making you gag, he stayed just like that for almost a minute. Your eyes watered with mascara running down your face and saliva down your chin before he let go as he looked down at you.

You subconsciously pressed your thighs together to please yourself in anyway and he saw it. “Oh you love this don’t you little lamb, you love being used by your God. use your words” His hand slid up your thighs before you could reply his hand was already up your dress as he was met with a surprise.

“What a fucking slut, no panties? i should’ve known this is what you wanted all along” He ran a finger through your folds and stopped right at your clit. “But, i won’t do anything until you admit what a slut you are, admit this is what you wanted”

“yes divine ruler this is what i wanted, i’m such a slut for you but only for you i swear. i’ll do better.” As promised for your honestly he began running circles on your clit. A desperate moan came from your lips, any touch from him made your body react in ways you didn’t know where possible.

“Good girl” You felt the cold knife make its way to your lips as he slid a finger into your wet pussy, you let your tongue out for him to place the knife as he finger fucked you. “what a good fucking girl you are while doing what you’re told. Do you want even more attention?” A almost embarrassing whimper came out of your mouth as he spoke.

“mhm, please” And just like that he got in his knees on the bed, placing your legs above his shoulders and his cock lying on your stomach. He leaned over you putting one hand on one side of you and the other on his cock lining up with your entrance. Relentlessly he thrusted into you making you both moan as you looked into eachothers eyes, he quickly reached for the knife again and placed at at your neck before he continued his rough thrusts.

“You’re still at my mercy, your pleasure, your orgasm… your life is all at my mercy. show me you’re worth my attention” Those words alone made you squeeze around his cock, all you want to do is please him and show him you’re worth his everything. You reached your hand behind his head and leaned him in closer as you both went in for the most passionate kiss you’ve ever shared, you were addicted to his taste. Kai fucking anderson was a drug you’d never get enough of. Your legs latched around his waist making his thrusts deeper, your moans going into the kiss before he left your lips and went on to your ear, his grunts sound like heaven in your ear. “You feel so fucking good” He whispered into your ear causing shivers to go down your spine.

“i’m all yours kai, i want you to use my body forever give me your attention whenever you please” You whispered in return. You put your hand around his holding the knife and looked into his eyes. “if i’m not enough for you i’ll kill me myself” Your legs start shaking as you got closer to your orgasm.

“That won’t be necessary my pretty slut” He leaned back up and let the knife go, both his hands went to your waist as he fucked you deeper and harder than before, using your waist to push you down to meet his thrusts. You wer sure the grip he had on you would leave bruises but you didn’t care, all you could think about was him.

“I’m gonna cum kai please, let me cum all over your cock my divine ruler” You begged as you felt him throb inside you, his thrusts getting sloppy and his face scrunching with his moans. You knew he was close and all you wanted was to be filled up by him. “fill me with your seed, please it’s all i live for, it’s all id die for kai”

“Cum for me baby, i’ll bless this fucking pussy with my cum for you” He let out his final thrusts as you came all of him, squeezing around him throwing him over the edge as he filled you up you wrapped you legs tighter around him. You threw you head back with the overwhelming pleasure he caused you, his hand quickly teacher below your neck making you look at his cock finishing inside you. He pulled out and grabbed the knife running it down your pussy, picking up his cum dripping out of you. “Open up that pretty mouth for me” Taking your tongue out again he slid the knife along it, leaving his cum on your tongue for you to swallow.

“am i worthy of you divine ruler?” Your words come out like music to his ears, he leaned down and kissed your lips before he slapped you across your cheek.

“My pathetic little slut. you’re worthy.”

He hurt you and it felt like true love.

I hope this was good, i wrote it pretty quickly once i got the idea. I appreciate all likes, comments and reposts they make my day and show your support! requests are open♥️ -rain