#ahs request

hours later Y/N and Kit could be seen sitting in the corner of the common room watching as everyone else bugged about, dancing to the one song on repeat or staring at nothing. "how many of the people in here do you think deserve to be in care?" she asked him, not daring to peel her eyes away. "no one. half of them have probably just been hit so hard their brains are mush." he said, scooting closer to her. She inconspicuously placed her hand on his, out of sight of the rest of the room.

"lets leave.." she told him. "what?" he was in disbelief. the many times he'd tried to leave in the passed and gotten caught, he was too scared to do it now. "yeah lets make a solid plan and just leave.. maybe we could come back and shut the place down." she was hopeful. but kit knew the possibility of getting away was so unlikely and the punishment for getting caught would be horrid this time around.. but he didn't want to just stop trying. he and everyone else in there knew he wasn't supposed to be locked up. and the question of what he would do when he got out made his skin feel like pins and needles but he agreed anyway.

He and Y/N put their heads together to plan an escape. they had the time, exit and distraction all in line.. but something was missing. they couldn't put their finger on it. "if we're not remembering it must not be important." Y/N said, making her first mistake.

sister jude plugged in the movie and left the room. Kit looked at her and nodded as he caught the door before it closed. once they both quietly followed her out Y/N turned the corner and searched for the tunnels. "Mr.Walker! Get back here!" sister Jude called after him at which point Y/N latched onto his hand and pulled him through the door. The lock on the tunnel door was secure this time causing them to look at each other with tears on their eyes. "I'm sorry." she said. "for what?" he asked, he took a deep breath. "I got overzealous." she said, slumping over on the ground. kit then had an idea. he stood her up and got behind her, holding broken glass to her throat. "kit? what- what are you doing?" she asked him. "just go with it." he whispered.

"ah walker and Y/N.. I'm not surprised. I've seen you both hanging out a whole lot. it seems walkers decided to take you prisoner. little girl thought a cold-blooded murderer was on her side." she laughed, causing Y/N to tear up. "let me out. I'll run and never come back." he said, knowing it wouldn't work but he wanted the attention to be off Y/N. two big guards walked in and detained both kit and Y/N. their grip being tighter on kit. "I'll give it to you, mr.walker.. you've got gumption but you need to understand you wont be leaving any time soon. taking another patient prisoner is not gonna do you any good." jude said and suddenly Y/N knew what he'd done. kit was taking the blame and made it look like he was holding me to escape.

jude dragged kit to her office and showed him her whips. "kinky huh sister?" he teased. he knew he needed to keep the blame and attention on him so he antagonized her. "you need to pray for forgiveness, walker. and maybe so does Y/N but for different reasons I'm sure. shes lost but you've run. you turned your back it seems. and its time to take what you deserve. sister jude bent him over and pulled down his pants to whip the synthetic leather to kits skin making him whimper in pain, gripping the desk, afraid that this time he'd be left with scars serving as reminders of his time in the hospital.

Y/N listened from outside the room, muffling her cries with her hand stuffed over her face. she had regret the idea, she had too much hope and look where it got kit. of course all she could do was blame herself as she listened to kits whines of pain.

"squirming will only make it worse." Jude let out through gritted teeth. She had enough of kit. she knew that if she could kill him she would but those thoughts alone scared her and had her knelt at the pews for hours longer than anyone else, her head dipped down as she prayed but it wasn't enough. and she let herself go as she took it all out on kits frail and pale body. "rotten apples deserve to be punished."

soon she stopped, realizing she'd gone too far. kit was slumped over on the ground hugging himself. Jude cleaned up and stepped out of the room, completely overlooking Y/N behind the door. she ran in when the coast was clear and she sat and pulled him onto her lap. "I'm sorry. you're going to be okay, kit. I'll never let them hurt you again." she promised him as she rubbed his head and whispered into his ear. "it's okay. I'd do it again in a heartbeat, Y/N I love you." he let out causing her to fully sob. "no one has loved me this much." she giggled through her tears, running her fingers through his hair. "I love you too Kit. you're gonna make it out of here if it's the last thing I do." she told him and they sat there until they could muster up the strength to stand and go to their own rooms. knowing they would come up with a better thought-out plan the next time they decided to try and leave the asylum behind.

"I'm afraid you have to go back into bed." you said, rinsing off the thermometer as Dandy sighed.

"I'm never sick." Dandy scowled but proceeded to head back into his room. You followed, kicking off your work shoes by the door.

You stripped the bed as Dandy objected, saying the maid could do it. You shook your head, knowing she was downstairs preparing breakfast. Plus, you were used to taking care of yourself. It wasn't a big deal. You were still getting adjusted to Dandy's wealthy lifestyle.

You moved quickly and sat next to him once he was finally settled, his dark hair sticking to his forehead. You brushed it aside, ticking off the things you'll need to get for him.

"Are you still going to that stupid job?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes. You were a waitress at the only diner in town. You had been there way before you met him, and he insisted that you quit and let him take care of you. You were stubborn and insisted you liked it.

"No, they can deal without me for the day, okay?" You assured him, seeing as his eyes slowly closed. "I'm going to let them know you're sick, don't move." You warned, ignoring the way his lips twitched as you stood up, making a note to call the diner when you got downstairs.

Gloria and the new maid had already started breakfast, and Gloria was surprised to see you without Dandy. You explained he was running a fever, and Gloria insisted the maid run up there and check on him. You called work, mentally preparing to get chewed out for calling off.

You hung up the phone, ignoring the disappointment in your boss' voice. Perhaps it would be better to just quit, you thought to yourself as you started to gather some things to bring up to Dandy. Gloria watched you from the dining room table.

Gloria was displeased that Dandy found you so appealing. She thought you were kind, generous, and beautiful, but all you had to offer. Dandy had confided in you many times that you were a breath of fresh air from all the women he was forced to endure by his mother's hand. You liked that he was fond of you. Gloria, however, wasn't happy.

You ignored her as you brought the tray of things upstairs, knowing she'd probably steer clear of Dandy out of fear of becoming sick. As you approached the top landing, you heard Dandy refusing medicine. You hurried in, seeing the maid with her hands on her hips, staring down at the twenty-year-old glaring right back.

The maid sighed, turning to look at you, "Ms.?"

You hid your giggle, "I'll take of it," you assured, brushing past her to set the tray on his bedside table. She left the room, sticking up her nose and mumbling under her breath. 

You took the spoon and the medicine, your nose wrinkling at the smell. Dandy looked angry but tired. "Are you going to fight me too?" you joked.

"I hate that stuff..." he wrinkled his nose, and you felt terrible for him.

"I know. Just take it, I brought you some juice to wash it down," you said, tipping a spoon dosage. Dandy took it reluctantly but didn't complain anymore. After a few moments, he took some juice.

You took the damp rag and told him to lay back, before lightly placing it over his forehead. Dandy sighed deeply, his body wrapped in the blankets. You knew he needed to rest, but you didn't like to leave his side when he needed you. 

"Halloween is coming up!" he said after a few minutes of silence. You slowly sunk down onto the bed, fixing the blankets for him. Despite his excitement for Halloween, he sounded tired.

"Just a few more weeks."

"I like Halloween..." you slowly smiled, realizing the medicine usually made him a bit loopy. "I think it's the best holiday ever and if anyone wants to disagree, I'll kill them."

"Be nice," you playfully scolded, smiling when he opened his eyes, looking at you as if you had all the answers in the world. "But I agree. It's one of my favorites."

"I like you," he said, his eyes unusually bright. "You make me feel nice inside." You felt your cheeks heat up, but he didn't comment, too invested in whatever was going on through his head. 

"Could you lay with me?" he asked, his voice slurred. "I don't want to be alone."

You got up and closed the curtains before stripping from your dress and into more comfortable clothes. You climbed in next to Dandy, pressing a gentle kiss to his burning cheek. Dandy whimpered just enough for you to hear, but he was now asleep. 

Tate thinks that your name is really cute, and since you're way smaller than him, he often calls you by his favorite pet name for you: my little bee

He does his best to help you with your drink addiction, but once in a while he joins you, making you company on the darkest nights with a bottle of alcohol on his hand

Every time you draw, paint, write or simply do something that you really like, he tends to watch you carefully with the biggest smile on his face, while thinking to himself how he wished he had just one single deep passion like you, and how lucky he is to have you

Tate is more than happy to be able to hear you ramble about your favorite hobbies, moments/memories in your life, movies, tv shows, songs, books... anything

His favorite moments with you are those where you are cuddling against each other, while listening to your favorite playlist: if he has music and you, then he has everything he needs to be considered the happiest ghost in this world

Tate is also your best friend, which means you always felt comfortable enough to be yourself around him, so you don’t feel the need of having more friends than those you already have

The fact that you don't express your feelings very well, preferring to keep them only inside your mind and heart, terrified Tate, since he fears he's being useless to you or that you don't trust him enough. He knows what can happen when a person restricts their feelings for themselves for too long, and he is not going to let anything bad happen to you

Xavier walks you backwards into his apartment, his lips never leave yours. He sucks, bites, ravages your soft kisses. Each nefarious smack coerces a moan to escape your lips. His hefty bulge nearly bursts the zipper to his off-white khakis; just feeling his clothed sex rub against your core makes you wet with excitement.

You start pulling Xavier by his jacket, towards his bedroom, but he obstinately stays in the dining room. He grabs you by your dress, clutching onto the fabric with his assertive grip. “Let’s fuck on the water bed,” you whine into his mouth.

“No,” he breathes. He shoves you onto the polished mahogany table, your hips smack against the wood and you grab the edge for balance. He leaves a sloppy trail of kisses up your neck until his fluffy lips reach your ear. “We’re fucking right here,” he whispers.

Your heart skips a beat and you waste no time, reaching for the zipper of your dress. Xavier helps you slip it off, unveiling your bare chest and skimpy panties. He kisses your neck, looking over your shoulder, and groaning at the sight of your tits. His hands reach up to grab and squeeze them, touching you as if he owns your body. He sighs into your neck, sending a shiver throughout your body. “Your tits are fucking perfect,” he moans.

His open mouth casting a hot breath on your neck floods your cunt. You arch your back, throwing your head onto his shoulder and rubbing your ass against his hard cock. His dick grows harder against you by the second. He doesn’t interrupt your grinding. You rub up and down on his khakis, surely leaving a trail of your wetness on the fabric.

Xavier grabs a fistful of your hair and merely watches you unravel him with such little effort. He tugs at your locks and you hear him cursing you lightly under his breath. He pushes you down onto the table, your face smooshes against the wood. “Enough of that,” he says in a low grunt.

He runs your panties down your legs, you feel the wetness dripping down the inside of your thighs. He cleans it up, slurping up the mess that you’ve made on your legs and ‘mmm’ing at the taste. “How do I taste?” you ask warmly, biting your lip.

He lays his tongue flat on your cunt and licks to your ass, collecting your sweetness. “So good, baby,” he whispers against your core, “like fucking candy.”

You giggle, but get cut off by Xavier licking you again. Your breath hitches in your throat and you let out a guttural moan as his nose digs into your folds, sniffing up the criminally sinful smells of your pussy. He stands again, leaving a throbbing in your cunt as he undoes his pants. Hearing the familiar sound of his zipper being undone and his gentle sigh as he frees his cock. He presses the head against your folds; just feeling his heat against you is driving you mad.

He keeps running the tip of his dick up and down your weeping pussy, you have to bite your tongue not to beg him to stuff you up already. You wiggle slightly when his tip reaches your clit and he laughs. “You’re so fucking wet, I could almost mistake you for a virgin,” he jokes. He groans, pushing himself into your folds, collecting your slick on his rock-hard cock. “Just say the word,” he mumbles, “say it and you’re all mine, baby.”

“Fill me up, Xav,” you couldn’t answer quick enough. “I need you inside of me.”

He sighs and lines his cock up to your hole, you can practically feel his erection pulsing with impatience. “Look back at me, baby,” he requests. You look over your shoulder and he’s smirking down at you. His hooded blue eyes hook you with their lust. “I wanna see how pathetic you look when it goes in.”

Xavier pushes himself into you and your mouth hangs open, shutting your eyes from how he stretches you. A soft mewl chokes out of your throat as he continues slowly stretching your tight walls. You grab his arm for support, nearly tapping out with how long and how thick his cock truly is. “My innocent little girl,” he purrs, “always so fucking tight for daddy.” He thrusts himself inside you, filling your glutinous hole to the hilt and you manage to let out a choppy sigh.

He begins pumping inside of you when you realize you’re digging your nails into his arm, but you can’t stop. It’s like you’ve lost all control over your body, lost all autonomy, but you don’t care because it feels so good. “You’re so fu-ucking big,” you cry. His dick kneads your aching g-spot and you take in a deep breath. “Right there,” you coach him in an instant, “right there, oh my god.”

Xavier listens to you, slowly thrusting into your g-spot. Your eyes roll back as he does this, carefully fucking your tender cunt with soft thrusts. Then he speeds up, pushing you harder against the table and ruthlessly pummels himself into your cunt. He grabs your hair again, pushing you so hard and fucking you so diligently that the table shifts out of place. Both of you are breathing out shameless groans, getting lost in each other’s spells.

“You take me so well, baby girl,” he breathes, followed by a curse. He keeps the same fervor and you quickly feel yourself being flung into orgasm.

You grip his arm so tight and stare at him with tears in your eyes, screaming out pornographic moans as you get closer to release. “Xavier, I’m so fucking close,” you breathe, now slamming your ass against him and grinding your hips to stimulate your g-spot even more. He groans from deep within his chest as you fuck him, your cunt swallowing his dick and clinging onto his length. It feels like your pussy’s nearly splitting into two with how fucking big his cock is.

He takes control again, fucking you faster than before and you ball up your fists. Gripping onto his arm, the table, and curling your toes in sweet agony. You take a moment of pure silence, just hearing Xavier’s skin smacking against yours and his breathy moans. You wait with baited breath, your eyes shut and a tear rolls down your cheek. Then finally, you scream out your orgasm, your pussy gushes its wetness all over Xavier’s cock.

Your cunt twitches and grabs onto him, tightening around his hardy length. The tightness must be what sends Xavier over the edge because he, too, is clearly approaching orgasm. He keeps a firm hand on your back, pushing you onto the table mercilessly, and his momentum slows down. His breathing becomes rugged and he lets out a final breath, filling your hole with his seed. “Mmm,” you sigh, biting your lip and wishing you could taste the obscenity the two of you have conceived.

He pulls himself out of you slowly and rubs his cock along your folds again, making your crotch sticky with sin. You pull yourself up and turn around, resting on the table. Your legs wobble as they always do after a good dicking from Xavier.