#ahs season 2

[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.

[splrlxx]

This scene was so hot💦💦 I'm sorry...

[dont-look-behind]

Could you do an angst oneshot for Kit Walker inside Briarcliff pls? <3

hope | kit walker

warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, torture, blood, cigarettes, violence, sharp objects (let me know if i missed anything).

word count: 1,610

note: thx for the request, i really hope you like it. english is not my first language but i did my best <3

It was a typical day at Briarcliff. The rain poured outside, an old lady hit her head against the piano, and the same song played over and over again.

No shit people never get better here, you thought. It was almost impossible not to go insane when you kept living the same day every day. The words of the song echoed so hard through your head that you wished you could break the vinyl in two.

But seeing Kit Walker enter the common room washed that thought away. In a place like that, it was unusual to have someone you could trust, but he was the only thing keeping you sane and hopeful. And like yourself, he was locked up for a crime he didn’t commit.

You were the first one to talk to him when he first arrived, and the first to hear and believe his story. He wasn’t supposed to be there, you knew a sane person when you saw one.

“Morning, sunshine.” He smiled and sat next to you on the couch, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him, to which you replied with a smile.

Soon after, Lana Winters walks in. She watched you from afar, cigarette in her hand, and the curious look she always carried in her eyes

“Hey, don’t let her get to ya.” Kit caressed your arm soothingly. “There’s gotta be another way out besides that tunnel. And we'll find it, just-”

A few days ago, Lana had snitched you two for trying to escape the hell Briarcliff is, which led you and Kit to Jude's office - and everybody knows what happens there. And you weren’t a violent person, but God knows how much she got on your nerves.

Now, believing in Santa Claus seemed more plausible than believing you’d make it out of the asylum.

“Can I have a word with you?” Lana’s voice interrupted Kit and made you look up at her. After letting out a sarcastic laugh, you gathered the breath to tell her to fuck off.

But when Kit suggested you’d see what she wanted in order to not raise anyone's attention towards her insistence, you reluctantly followed her to the corner where the vinyl was placed. The annoying song muffled your voices enough that the people around couldn’t hear a word that came out of your mouth.

“If you wanna tell me Kit’s a killer and I’m making the wrong choice, I don’t wanna hear it.” You hoped the conversation wouldn’t last long, especially with her blowing the smoke of that cheap cigarette on your face.

“I’m giving you one last chance of escaping Briarcliff.” Lana says, as if it was some kind of reward that only the kids that have been good get.

“Kit deserves that chance as much as we do.” I shake my head in disbelief.

“He’s a murderer who needs to stay and pay for his crimes.” Lana’s voice was almost muffled by the stupid song that repeated for the fifth time this morning as you turned your back on her. “But you and I… we’re innocent. I’m giving you the chance of a free, normal life.”

“You’re unbelievable!” You mumble to yourself, starting to make your way back to the couch. “I knew this was a mistake.”

“You know… It’s only a matter of time before you end up like his wife.” Her words cut through you like a knife, making you freeze halfway. She could insult you all she wanted, but you knew that the last thing that would cross Kit’s mind was hurting you. That was the last straw. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The room went quiet, and all the eyes were on you as you angrily grabbed the vinyl from the record player and broke it in half. Pepper clapped her hands, clearly grateful that the song had stopped.

Fuck this shit.

Your heavy steps being the only audible thing in the room as you chased Lana, the broken record meeting the skin of her face and leaving a cut, making her scream from the sting it caused. She fell to the floor as she tripped on the carpet - a failed attempt to get away from you.

“If you’re that violent, maybe your place is here after all.” She covered her face to stop the blood from dripping. A strong hand grabbed your arm before you could proceed to stab the woman with it, dragging you away from her. The anger slowly disappeared from your eyes as you realized what you’ve done.

Kit Walker, taking the vinyl from your hand before the guards slammed the door open. Kit Walker, taking the blame for something you did. Shit, that wasn’t supposed to happen.

“I did it. It’s my fault!” You yelled and desperately tried to stop them from taking him, but all you got was one of the guards hitting your head and throwing to the floor.

“Hey, stay away from her! She didn’t do anything.” Kit uselessly screamed and fought against the man before being knocked out too.

Your eyes opened slightly, blinking a few times as they tried to get used to the white lighting in the room. The pulsing sensation on your head only got worse as the voices got louder. You were pulled up by the same guard that hit you.

As you took a look around the room your eyes met Kit’s - he was tied to a table like a lab experiment, a metal device connected to his temples and his mouth was covered. The desperation and powerlessness taking over the both of you.

“Finally! You’re just in time for the show.” The disgust you felt made your stomach turn from seeing the joy in Doctor Arden’s face as he exclaimed. “Come on, I’ll let you do the honors.”

He gestured for the guard to bring you closer as the dizziness kept you from being able to carry yourself. Your hand was forcefully placed on a button as Arden encouraged you to turn it on. Shaking your head no as you sobbed, and begging him to release Kit were non-acceptable answers.

“Don’t be shy.” Arden harshly placed his hand over yours, making you turn the button and causing the first wave of electricity to hit Kit. He struggled and squirmed with the pain, fighting against the straps that held him, but it was useless.

The brief relief on his face as the button was turned off and his body relaxed before another wave hit. “What if we turn it a little higher now?” Arden suggested over the muffled screams that echoed through the room.

“Please, that’s enough!” You supplicated as if it was gonna change anything. “He learned his lesson, let him go!”

But the only thing it made Ardon do was signal to the guard to take you away and you were locked up in your cell for the rest of the morning.

You presented yourself to the kitchen to bake bread for the next day like you always did every evening. Except this time, Kit wasn’t there. He’ll come soon, you thought to yourself, watching every other patient walk in.

People around Briarcliff were used to the schedule, and you’ve learned that receiving punishments was not a good reason to skip your chores. And even though you’d spent the whole day crying and blaming yourself, you still had a few tears to drop.

“You weren’t productive enough today,” said Sister Jude. So you had to stay after everyone left to make up for it. Punching the bread dough didn’t help to ease your feelings, though.

Lana Winters went to the hospital wing with a bleeding face, and although you weren’t exactly proud of your actions, you knew she wouldn’t dare to disrespect you or Kit again. She mostly stares, like she does with everyone else but it wasn't enough to bother you.

“I wouldn’t wanna be that bread.” The familiar voice was music to your ears and you saw him entering the kitchen. You quickly wipe your tears before turning to look at him.

“Kit!” He instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist as you ran to hug him. “I was so worried, I-”

Your fingers ran through his temples, noticing they were a little purple, and his tired eyes couldn’t lie. You swallowed hard at the thought of the pain he went through because of you. How long did they keep him there?

“I’m so sorry.” You hide your face in your hands after he nods. “I got mad… If I hadn’t been so stupid-”

“Hey,” He gently grabbed your hands, taking them away from your face and placing a kiss on their back. “I’m alright, see?”

“It’s all my fault.” You look down guilty. It was the truth. His hands were still shaking from the shocks, the damage was visible.

“Sugar, look at me.” He tilted your chin up and caressed your cheek, his brown eyes finally meeting yours. “I’m glad it was me. I wouldn’t handle the thought of you hurting because I did nothing to protect you. I need you sane, so we can get out of this place together. I can handle a little pain for you.”

“If we get out.” It's not every day a patient makes it out - most people spend the rest of their lives here, innocent or not. And the ones who arrived here sane are no longer in sanity. It's what this place does to you.

“No, don’t say that. We’ll get out and have a life together like you told me you wanted, alright? I promise. Just try and stay safe, alright? For me.”

You nodded. For him.

[fear-is-truth]

masterlist .ᐟ 𝓴it 𝔀alker

— one-shots.

bratting out you drew stars around my scars lavender haze sugary kisses

— drabbles.

just this once movie night babysitter

— smutty.

babysitter

— blurbs.

hope (is a dangerous thing)

— headcanons.

nsfw alphabet helping you overcome trauma

 fear-is-truth

[ahslore]

lana winters x fem! reader

— To See That Day Once More

spot journalist! lana winters (word count: 444)

a/n: short lil story. I am not a great writer so beware.. (fic under cut) also me and lana have the last name are we soulmates??

“excuse me, can I get through here?” you hear from behind you, their voice slowly creeping towards you. you barely noticed with all of the other sounds around. there were reporters and photographers all around attempting to get a story out about the bloody face killer. you were specifically assigned this case along with a few other officers and you had finally had it all covered, and your suspect was defined “guilty” by the court. he was now being arrested and taken to briarcliff manor insane asylum where he would do the time, that according to the jury, fit the crime.

you peered over your shoulder to check and make sure that everyone around waiting to catch a story was far enough away from the detained man to avoid conflicts. you noticed a woman on your left holding a pen and a pad as all the other reporters around you had been. but there was much more to this woman than that. she seemed to catch your eye in the process which made a million thoughts race through your mind. she was wearing a mid blue skirt and a matching blazer. you couldn’t make out exactly what she was saying over all of the other journalists and camera crews. maybe it was that you were so focused on her deep brown piercing eyes and the way she spoke that you completely ignored every word. her voice was angelic and breathy. you could listen to her speak for hours and you’d still not quite be bored. she lowered her pen while tilting her head and furrowing her eyebrows slightly as if she were slightly confused by your gaze.

“lana winters” was all you managed to catch from her last sentence as she pushed past another reporter toward the front. “your observance made it clear that you’d like to know. that is my name” she said lightheartedly, following up her last statement. you continued your silent stare, and she extended her hand toward you. you offered her a half smile and accepted the handshake. “y/n, y/l/n” you replied. this was unfortunately the end of your short conversation, and the other officers urged you away from the scene shortly after the reporters had been.

you had another case to cover later after all. even after that day this conversation didn’t leave your mind, and all you could think of was ms winters and the way she looked at you that day. as the days went on, you hoped that on one of them you would be met with her gaze once more, but that day has yet to come.

- lyn w (8/11/24) Idek what this is tbh i got bored thought id write. heavily inspired by dewey and gale from scream (1996)

[happy74827]

Grace is so real for that {TW — Slight Choking!!}

Song: Favorite — Isabel LaRosa

Show: American Horror Story (Season 2)

Character: Kit Walker

[deadgirl-violet]

[rainparadefromhell]

Jessica Lange you will always be famous.

[simder-talia-blog]

[blindchat]

Happy Birthday! Hope nothing monumental is coming in the next few hours! Keep dancing Dabi Jensen release the tapes

[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

[splrlxx]

More tears, more fear yeah

[ballroomextravaganzanu]

Wanna be that cigarette frrr

wanna light that cigarette for him.

[meggalice]

I’d like to think Cait checked up on Vi while she was recovering.

[menlove]

good omens: s2e2 the clue || s1e1 in the beginning