Can you do 48, 43, 5, where the reader (female) is Kit’s babysitter? but the reader is super shy and reserved and Kit finds her innocence amusing. 🥵
Kit Walker Getting Rough With His Babysitter (you!)
Summary- Kit's family has welcomed you in as the babysitter. But Kit welcomes you in as something more.
Warnings- filthy, filthy smut😋 Kit being a little rougher than usual but it's still hot, fingering, squirting and seggsy s3x
Words- 2.3k, gets into smut fairly quickly
I didn't use the word prompts, I hope that's okay with you. I started rewatching Asylum and got Kit feels so I neeeeded to write something asap <3
Enjoy :D
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You lay down the last cleaned plate and dry your hands on a kitchen towel nearby, stepping to the side to take a peek at Julia outside. When you picked her up from school today, she insisted that her new friend comes home with her to play. Their parents didn’t seem to have an issue with that, and since Mr Walker was very relaxed when it came to raising his kids, you didn’t think he’d mind.
You look around the kitchen before glancing at the clock, making a mental note of when to go and pick Thomas up after his football practice. He’s been playing a lot recently, so you hoped his dad wouldn’t mind if you went to his game on Saturday to watch him too. You’d become very close to the kids, and you felt like a part of the family, despite just being the babysitter. Or as Julia and Thomas called you, the Big Kid Sitter, since they hated being called babies.
You cleaned up dishes after making Julia and her new friend a snack, so you open in the fridge and start making dinner. The Walkers were pretty eco-friendly and mostly ate the things from their own farm and land, so you start cooking with the vegetables that had grown just outside the window.
You weren’t cooking for long before you heard the front door open, and Mr Walker walk in. He kicks off his work boots and takes off his work gloves. You turn around to smile at him.
“Good afternoon”
He smiles at you wide before throwing the gloves on the coffee table.
“Good afternoon”, he repeats back to you.
“Do you want me to put them in the laundry? I was going to do a load after dinner”, you ask, referring to the gloves. Kit did his absolute best handling everything around the house, but you wanted to help the most you could.
“Hey, you’re just the babysitter, let me worry about everything else”. You smile and nod, going back to cutting ingredients on the kitchen island, for the food you were still going to make.
“Although, dinner sounds delicious”, Kit says, looking at your body up and down. You look back at him blankly. You were never sure whether Kit meant to come off flirty and charming, or if he didn’t notice how he made you feel.
The dirty way he looked at you as he said delicious made your thighs tingle, but you ignore it, assuming he didn’t mean more than he said.
Kit walks over to your side and looks out the window.
“Where are the kids?”
“Thomas is still at school”. Kit nods. “And Julia is outside with a friend from school”
Kit nods once more. “Maya?”
“No, a new friend”, you look at Kit and hold back a smile. “Eric”
Kit raises his eyebrows, and looks out the window to look at his daughter running around with a little boy, chasing chickens in the backyard.
“Hope they ain’t kissin”. Kit’s accent came through the most when there was emotion in his voice. It made you bite your lip to hold back a wider smile. You turn around to him and put an arm around his shoulder to relax him.
“They aren’t, I’m keeping an eye on them”
Kit puts his arms on the sink and leans forward to take a good look at them, allowing all the muscles in his arms to reveal themselves. The muscles that every day turn wenches and pick up heavy toolboxes. You let your arm slide down his shoulder to touch his arm as subtly as you could.
“Although, they are playing mommies and daddies”, you say biting your lip once more, not sure whether Kit will like what he hears.
Kit turns to look at you and you raise your eyebrows. “Julia told me herself, they’re pretending the chickens are their kids”.
Kit sighs and turns around, leaning against the sink and parallel to you. The tips of your toes almost touch with how close you’re standing, between the kitchen island and the counter.
“They grow up too fast”, he says and smiles sadly. “She’s way too young to be playing mommies and daddies”
“I don’t think it’s serious yet, they’re chasing the chickens telling them it’s bedtime”, you laugh, hoping for Kit to loosen up. Although, if he were mad at your remark, you had an idea how he could take it out on you.
Kit stays silent for a minute, not too amused by what you said, instead deep in thought. You respectfully turn around and go back to cooking, letting him think.
But only a few seconds later, you feel his presence even closer behind you. You feel his breath against your shoulders as he opens his lips to speak.
He hesitates, making you wait and the impatient butterflies in your stomach flutter around faster. When the tip of his nose is touching your temple, he finally whispers.
“If anybody is old enough to be playing mommies and daddies, it’s us, don’t you think?”, he raises his eyebrow in natural question, as if what he’s suggesting isn’t filthy.
Your lips part with a silent gasp as you turn your head to try and look him in the eye, wanting to see if he’s serious or not. But your gaze never makes it to his eyes, stopping at his lips and never going further. The longer you stare the more you notice the edges of his lip curving into a smirk.
The kids outside run away further, taking their giggles and footsteps with them, leaving the kitchen and house completely silent. Kit mirrors your eyes, looking down at your lips. You gently lay the knife down on the cutting board and gulp quietly. You wonder whether Kit heard how nervous you were, or how hard your heart was pounding, or how much your heat throbbed.
Your questions were left unanswered when Kit pressed his lips against yours, sliding his hands on your waist and pulling you close. He pushes you against the kitchen island and you obediently let him. He kisses you again, deeper and hungrier, sucking your bottom lip in and savouring the taste and warmth of it. You waver, moving your hands first to lay gently on his shoulders, but quickly pulling them around his neck, trying to bring him closer to you. You tug and pull on each other as if you yearn to become one, desperate to feel skin to skin contact already that is still being blocked by your clothes.
Kit’s hand roam your body as he engulfs you in his kiss, moving his hand to brush through your hair, holding the back of your head as he speeds up, sucking in your tongue and lips eagerly. He no longer holds his breath, panting against your lips, making you melt against his body.
Any apprehension on your side dissolves with Kit’s other hand sliding to your ass, cupping it and digging his fingers into your cheek harder than expected. You can’t help but whimper against his mouth as he does so, feeling the immediate affect of your noises on the buldge pressed up against you. His hardening cock rubs against your clothed thighs just enough for you to realise how wet you were for him already. Kit must feel the same, as he moves his lips onto your neck, kissing gently once or twice before sucking harshly.
“Kit”, you whimper. “I need-”
He barks against your ear, “What? What do you need?”
His deep voice and sexy accent made you stutter even more.
He brushes his lips against yours, repeating, “What do you need?”, before biting your bottom lip lightly and tugging on it. When he lets go and it snaps back to place, you gasp and look at him. The hungry lust in his eyes made them black.
“You”, you finally choke out. You pull at his shirt, so needy that you struggle to take it off yourself, just pulling and lifting it. “Here, now”
Kit pulls his shirt off and throws it on the counter before ripping your pants down with your underwear. When his hands make their way back up your body after taking them off, they meet the bottom of your shirt and pull it off in one quick motion. It ends up somewhere on the floor, but you don’t care where.
The hand that Kit had on your ass returns to its position, grabbing a fistful of your ass and turning you around. He pushes up against your bare ass with the buldge in his pants and kisses your shoulder.
“Is this what you want?”, he rubs his tent between your cheeks. You nod desperately.
“Are you ready for that?”, Kit teases against your neck.
“Mm”, you moan, nodding again.
Kit pushes the chopping board in front of you away, almost letting it fall to the floor. Once he has space, he picks you up and puts you on the counter, bent over for him. You accept, pressing your boobs against the cold counter making your nipples harden, and looking back at Kit slightly.
He puts his rough hands on your thighs, spreading them to see your pussy. He groans when he sees how turned on you are, and gently blows on your arousal. The unexpectedly soft action makes you shiver and Kit chuckles, before quickly returning to his dominant self.
He spits on your pussy and uses his pointer and middle finger to rub it around you. Even the minimal touch finally in the place you want it, makes you close your eyes and hum in pleasure.
However, the tender caresses end when Kit plunges his two fingers into your pussy.
“Kit!”, you cry out.
Kit exhales in satisfaction at how soaked you are, before moving his fingers deeper into you. He points them up and curls them, digging around your walls. You rest your face on the counter, completely in his control as his slender fingers rhythmically curl. Kit clearly knows what he’s doing, purposely moving his whole hand, thrusting and probing his fingers at your sensitive ridge.
He suddenly slaps his hand down on your ass, making you yelp out in surprise. His tight grip on it adds another layer of pleasure, and he kneads and spreads it out, looking closely at you drip as he finger fucks you.
You can no longer hold in any noises, moaning incoherent swear words as Kit’s hand speeds up, hearing him moan too at the obscene sounds you make. Kit bites his bottom lip and the muscles in his arm flex as he fucks you, seeing how close you are to climax. Your fingers grip the edge of the counter in an attempt to hold yourself down, his fast digging making you move around the island.
Although you’ve masturbated and orgasmed before, an unfamiliar feeling spreads through your soaking pussy, making you lift your head.
“Kit”, you whine out between pants and moans that line up with the fast pace of his fingers, “Wait”.
“That’s okay baby”, he spits out, staring at the puddle you’re making. “Let go”
Your eyes wrinkle as you shut them tightly and your fingertips turn white as you hold on for dear life, Kit moving his entire arm, nearly vibrating his hand inside you, his stiff fingers deeper inside you than ever before. A long cuss leaves your lips.
“Fuuuuuck”, you yell out and rest your head, unbelievable arousal pouring out of you so fast that you can hear it on the floor.
“Fuck, baby”, Kit whines desperate, watching you squirt all over his hand. He slows his fingers down but doesn’t stop them, unzipping his pants with the hand that was on your ass.
When you part your lips to beg him to stop, too sensitive to take more, he takes out his fingers and replaces them quickly with his cock. The stretch makes you gasp and groan, only possible because of how wet you are. Kit puts his hand on your lower back, thrusting into you and moving your lax body towards him to meet his cock. He pounds you relentlessly, occasionally slapping his hand down on your ass, making you swear.
Kit groans through gritted teeth, panting as almost every thrust makes you clench around him. He leans towards you and brushes his fingers back through your hair, firmly but tenderly lifting your head off the marble island.
You struggle to keep your own head up as Kit’s massive length completely fills you, whining and trying to hold back another impending orgasm as best as you could, despite how tired you were getting.
“Kiiit”, you yell.
“Yes baby?”, he breathes out. He wraps his arm around your thigh, messily rubbing your clit.
Although a small gesture, it sends electrifying pleasure through your body, making your eyes open and hands grip the edge once again.
The extra touch makes you clench without even noticing, only clear by Kit’s loud reaction.
“Oh fuck- baby”, he groans. His sounds and thrusts get quicker in pace. You close your eyes tightly, feeling too full once again, attempting to hold in another orgasm. It becomes too difficult when Kit thrusts against something special, making you let go of your head and body and squirt over him again.
“Y/N, oh my god-”
“Cum for me baby”, you whimper out encouragingly and clench for him.
Within three more thrusts Kit yelps out your name, releasing into you, and attempts to ride out the orgasm, but immediately becomes too overwhelmed.
He pulls out but stays stood behind you, both of you too exhausted to move.
Suddenly, a certain thought gives you the energy to stand up and face him.
“Wait, you came into me?”, you ask.
Kit looks confused. “You told me to”
You widen your eyes a little, not wanting to show how nervous this made you, since you didn’t know how serious Kit felt about you. But he put his hand around your waist and smiled, making you calmer. He fakes an innocent voice and asks you a simple question.
“I thought you wanted to play mommies and daddies?”
summary ➡
Austin wonders what it would be like to drink the blood of a fair maiden, just like in all those classic Dracula tales, rather than all the crackheads and lowlifes he’s used to. After seeing her, he can’t stop thinking about how sweet it must be.
…Only one way to find out.
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Request by, @sykesommers <3: "Maybe Austin being protective / how he'd behave in a situation where he feels the need to be protective over the reader?? ALSO i don't mind the reader's gender. Feel free to choose the prompt as you like, i'm gonna read it anyway!!! xx"
Kept
this is literally a mashup of brain difficulties but read ahead lmfao
w: gender neutral / weapon mention
You only looked back once again, attempting to hide the neck they thirsted so desperately over as much as possible whilst your natural scent made it evident that you weren't one of them. The bloodsucking creatures. The banging and ringing on Austin's door becoming louder sounds than what you'd expect your hands to make, and the strange roaring nearing and echoing into the darkness which resided behind you.
"For fuck's sake. Austin! Please!" you decided to call out for him once more, there not a being a single sign of life in his house. Soon though, believing you were far too young to die, you've decided to face the fact that you had no choice but to become the creatures' meal for the night, knowing Austin was probably nowhere near you and you were far too defenseless against the monsters. You only growing weaker from the freezing weather outdoors, and feeling yourself go dizzy from all the breath you've been wasting, waving and screaming at the vamps you finding yourself feeling exhausted now from fighting for your life, the fight you've been at war against ever since your boyfriend, Austin's, taken the pill. The muse, of success and tragedy all in one.
"Fine! Fine! you guys win! there's really nothing worth fighting for, is there? just come a-and get your jobs done!" you screamed at the creatures, observing how their speed rappend to the honest words that fell out of your mouth, their roarings and hissings growing louder with them.
Them being just a few feet away now, you shut your eyes in hopes the pain will be reduced at least the slightest, for you not to die in fear of watching the monsters rip your limbs apart one by one and finally at last, to eat you alive. You just keeping your eyes closed, and breathing in, soon attempting to exhale that deep breath in.. before getting abruptly interrupted by a loud-
"HEY! ENOUGH! GO AWAY! (one vamp nearing your exposed neck, sniffing and caressing, you keeping your eyes shut) AWAY NOW!" you heard Austin demand out, whilst he reloaded his shotgun, from which you believed he would've just returned from his trip from hunting.
Standing still in that same spot you hadn't moved away from not for a second, shaking and panicking to how close you were from death itself you exhaled deeply with monstrous cough. Austin soon rushing over towards you and hugging you tightly, fowarded with a quick pinch on your ass.
"Told you not to come by here after nooonnnn..." he fooled around, opening the many locks on his modern door and pushing you inside, the expensive black beanie he wore immediately coming off of his head with an exaggerated sigh.
"I wanted to see you though." you proclaimed, referring to how semi-rudely he reminded you of your curfew as a non-bloodsucking human, it being for your own safety of course.
"Ha!? Was it worth nearly dying on my front door, though?" he returned, smirking slightly to how cocky he knew he was being to such a scary scenario. His eyes growing dark as he licked his lips, removing yet another layer of clothing, leaving him in a striped sweater and some black fitted pants, the many jewelry he wore, decorating him into looking like such a lovely thing.
"Yeah, it was worth it." you whispered to yourself, taking a seat on the sofa by the fireplace he never seemed to turn off, attempting to warm yourself up, it being too difficult with the many layers of clothing you wore yourself.
"ya know ya not warming up that easily, right? right." Austin bubbled, his energy as active as it's always been, him walking to his drinks cabinet, pulling out three cups, carefully and elegantly pouring a clear-fluid to which you would've guessed vodka, him soon opening yet another bottle and pouring some of it's liquid into the bigger cup, to then shaking it dramatically and pouring an equal amount of the mixture on both of your guys' glass cups.
You only watched and mimicked his relaxing gestures, removing the black coat and winter hat you wore, laying back onto the sofa comfortably with a relaxed sigh.
"Here, baby. This'll calm you down." he offered the cup he made for you, his smile wide and sympathetic, unnoticeably demonstrating his adorable smile lines.
"I wonder.. what will happen when they actually, like.. y'know? eat me? kill me? whatever the fuck that it is what you guys do?" you allowed the words that scrambled around your mind to finally flow out through your lips, your tone being so honest yet so aggressive. Sommers only looked up at you once and proceeded to take another sip of his drink, gently tapping his rings against the glass, it creating such a unique beat.
"See y/n. That just won't happen. I'll always be here protecting you no matter what."
"But how about today? It's not like I nearly died or something ?"
(Sommers chuckling to your sarcastic comment, nearly drowning himself with the liquid he had in his mouth, it spilling all over himself) "It was on purpose, let's call it a lesson. Told you that these "monsters" you call are very observant. They're thirsty for your blood."
"And you aren't?" you respond, shooting your eyes back at his, whom wided just a bit to your rhetorical question. 
"Well, as long as you continue fucking me im satisfied." he replied.
let me sneak in these headcanons because i literally didn't even write about what you requested lol
will literally eat anyone who tries to even touch you
just know he'll definitely hurt their feelings beforehand though
maybe will even go out with you in drag just to keep people away from you lmao
definitely makes you carry a pistol around for sure
also don't forget the pepper spray, taser, disguised blades and brass knuckles
now if he knows there's danger around, know he'll take you somewhere safe even before explaining the situation to you
you're his main priority.
edward and bella vibes ;)
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may or may not come back to this and add/make it a smut because that's all im good at, ok bye
w: dom reader x sub tate, vibrator usage, handjob, oral(female recieving), overstimulation, edging, 69 kinda?
Your beloved remained silent, more than well aware of the small deep-colored vibrating toy you fidgeted around your palm. Not a single word escaped his lips nor a muscle seem to have shifted for comfort. He only layed on your guys' shared bed, the black latex suit he had on delighfully reflecting against the bright slightly orange-tinted lamp that resided just a few feet away from him. You would've believed he'd fallen asleep in his pretty boy fuck suit until you suddenly heard him voice
"i want it to hurt.."
Ignoring his neediness, you watched how Tate quickly returned to his dimming silence, filling in the quietness from his commentary and unzipping the black mask, removing it from his head roughly, just for you to encounter nothing but obvious sweat spots on his forehead, under eyes and his shaggy hair, giving it a beautiful slight wet look, whilst he only breathed heavily, attempting to inhale in the cool air that explored the bedroom.
"Im not satisfied with you behavior today, you nee-"
"yes! yes i know, please.. punish me, please. i deserve it~.."
Tate's neediness only made your insides crumble, the way he patiently waited for your arrival in his fuck toy suit, how he was positioned and ready for you. You only allowed your cunt to form those bitter-sweet juices you'd let out of whenever you were excited, whenever Tate excited you. How he'd ever so often give up his need of showing dominance and fully submit to you, never failed to drive you over the edge.
"Tell me what you want, my pretty toy?" you firmly questioned the man, observing how his eyes scanned through your body, in which you only snapped once, catching his gaze by surprise.
"I need you to touch me.. to make me yours, tease me, bite me, kiss me. I want it all.. p-please, y/n~" Tate was quick to reply, shifting his gaze from your own down to his enlarging crotch, in which's sight you hummed to, him softly whimpering under his breath from the lack of touch.
Langdon knew how much you hated when he had an attitude with you, like today, how he continuously rolled his eyes at you whilst you tried to explain why you were in such a hurry to leave for work. Obviously even after apologizing a counted amount of times, you were aware of how much he wanted to get on your nerves again, now it being knowingly known that he was aware of needing a well taught lesson as well.
You, though only looking over at his needful self, you continued to toy around the buzzing object you had in hand, deciding between which level were to be the day-maker for the both of you.
Now taking a few leepful steps towards the man, you managed to delighfully remove the lace underwear you wore under the silk pyjama gown that hugged your form nicely, standing brief-less beside Tate, his eyes becoming needier to the minimum movement.
"i ne- oh~" you heard Tate get rudely interrupted, by the feeling of your kneeled leg applying pressure onto the bed, sinking down slowly you decided to include your left leg now, lifting and accomodating it by his toned side, you straddling his suited form now.
"what was that?" you only leaned down to whisper, the feeling of your dampened cunt leading you to the thought of skipping the teasing procedure and going straight to what you came for.
Tate only breathed heavily, holding aback those sweet little moans, as you glided the powered-off toy up and down his upper chest, tapping it smoothly across his pink-tinted clothed nipples. "baby.. please. please.." he only proceeded to beg, as the little sweat that rested on his forehead multiplicated with each and every tap you'd gift him with. "m-mommy!" Langdon yelled out now, the twitching of his cock speeding up under you, more than prepared for it's release from the slight bit of sexual affection you shared with him.
"don't cum until I tell you, okay?"
"mhmm~.."
"use your words."
"yes. yes, okay? yes!"
His urgent response was what drove you over the edge, what made you quickly switch your position from regular cowgirl to reverse cowgirl ontop of his upper chest, your bare cunt only being a few inches away from his face, making him whimper to himself, his member only being a few inches away from yours, making those sweet-bitter juices now drip out of your cunt.
"are you gonna be good for me?" you questioned with need.
"i p-promise i'll be good.." hesitated Tate, knowing how difficult this task was going to be due to how bad he wanted to cum already.
Unzipping his crotch zipper now, you set his pre-cum dipped cock free, bits and bits of little juices leaking out of its reddening tip. The view only being mesmerizing and needful, you were quick to turn on the vibrator on the lowest level available and rapidly attaching it to the very tip of his cock, smoothly gliding it down to the base, lower to the balls and back up right behind the tip, memorizing how this sweet spot drove him crazy, his moans increasing suddenly to the gesture.
Enjoying his struggle you soon turned up the toy to its higher setting, now starting with the balls and back up. Adding extra pressure onto his tip you notice how his toes curled and his thighs shook repeatedly, his release not being too far from nearing.
"remember what i told, Tate." you reminded as you felt him become uncontrollable by the second, you continuing your work.
Tate was more than eager for your approval to his release, so he found a quick distraction. With your pussy being ever so near to his face, he stuck his tongue out, it surprisingly reaching your clit. Him toying around with it as you toyed around with his tip, you couldn't help but to give in and push yourself further onto his face, his cock not for once not being your main focus point at the moment.
As the toy buzzed onto his, you proceeded to gift him with his request, for it to hurt.
You only powered off the toy and threw it to the side, retracing your concentration onto what you had infront of you, you elbowed on either side of his thighs, your cunt still being devoured by the man.
Carefully utilizing his pre juices as lube you begin to jerk him off, his moaning becoming unstoppably loud onto your pussy, the humming sensation making your legs tremble. You guided your hands to firmly grip on his bulge, making your way up to his tip and down to his balls repeatdly, increasing the speed with each and every moan he let out.
Hearing Tate shout out, "i c-can't.. im close!", hinted you that you were doing more than good, so you of course had to make it better. You stopped giving him his pleasure, edging him to making him near on cry in frustration. His begging and loud raspy whimpers feeling your heart with desire and pleasure, you slowly resumed your work, feeling his hot breath fan your cunt with the satisfactory sigh he let out.
"..hmm~.. can i cum now?" Tate was hesitant to ask, his tip now turning purple from overstimulation.
"think you deserve to cum?"
"y-yes!"
In no time you felt his release shoot up, landing on you and himself, you observing as his member returned to its natural pale-pink shade.
"i don't remember giving you permission.." you looked back at him, his eyes tighly shutting closed as you got up from your stance to pick up the toy you threw out of the way previously.
Turning on the toy to its higher setting once again you decided to involve your tongue with your work now, you licking at the base of his cock whilst the vibrator did its work on his overstimulated tip, his whimpers and uncontrollability just boosting you to keep going.
I ONLY HAD AN HOUR TO WRITE THIS I’M SO SORRY IT’S SO SHORT but there was no way I’d miss @undeadcortez writing contest so here it is
me writing fluff? this is rare, don’t get used to it <3 the urge to end this as a cut to the reader standing over his grave after a weird flashback was so very strong but the demand for fluff is even stronger so
wordcount: 1k
warnings: none <3
Laying on your stomach, you reached out towards the star closest to you. When you touched it, ripples formed and spread, causing the star to stumble and teeter on the inky water; the wooden platform of the small makeshift pier you lounged upon was cold beneath you, jutting out from the lakeshore, Jimmy sat behind you and watching as you dipped the tips of your fingertips into the water once more. Pushing yourself forwards to the very edge of the small pier you watched as your hands delved deeper, slipping fully into the murky black sheen below. The icy water gnawed on your fingers and the raw air bit at your cheeks and nose, breaths coming out in small puffs of mist; despite the cold, you were content.
The world around you seemed to be on mute, the only sound the gentle lapping of water against the rocks behind you and the gentle chanting of the crickets hidden in the tall grass surrounding the camp. You swirled your fingers in the water, making circles and disturbing the galaxies that lay both below and above. Jimmy smiled softly, leaning forwards to run a hand up the length of your calf. You turned your attention to him, your smile as bright as the stars littered both above and below. The rural sky was thick with them, gazing down upon the two lovers by the water’s edge.
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