#LOOKING AT YOU. KY EYES WET WITH TEARS

[arsene-fixates]

HI i have to draw you two... :D

HOLY MOLY

[nerdygirlramblings]

The 141 and being "our wife" (for @beloveds-embrace based on this)

You're up to your elbows in flour, prepping the dough for Yorkshire pudding, when you hear the rumble of an engine in the drive. You wait until it's followed by four thunks before drawing in a deep breath.

Just as you're about to shout up the stairs, you hear a set of footsteps thunder down from the second floor.

"Dad's home!" your oldest, Kinsey, shouts to you.

"I heard hunny," you call back. "Can you get the door? I'm sure Papa's going to have a bunch of things with him."

"Alright, Mom," Kinsey says. It sounds like she's in the entryway. You hear the squeak of the hinges as she opens the front door. As it does, you hear your youngest's happy scream. Bailey must be able to see out the window.

"Da! Da! Da! Da!" he babbles.

"Yes, Bae, that's Daddy," you hear your middle child, Emma, tell him. You smile to yourself, proud of how well your kids get along. You're still musing over your little family when a rumble pulls you out of your reverie.

"Hey, Kins," John's voice says. "Where's your mama?"

"Mama's in the kitchen," Emma responds.

"Emma, my sunshine!" he crows. You hear her giggle and can only imagine John's picking her up and probably tossing her into the air. A squeal proves your instinct right.

"Munchkin!" you hear Simon call. He must have been just behind John.

You hear Kinsey groan at the nickname, but it's impossible to miss the smile in her voice when she says, "Welcome home, Dad."

It's Johnny's voice you hear next. "Where's my Em girl?" he says. It's followed by a grunt, a squeal, and and a, "Watch it, MacTavish," in John's deep baritone. Johnny probably snatched the girl right out of John's arms.

You hear the wheels of Bailey's walker rattle along the floor as Kyle's voice joins the fray. "Baby boy! You've gotten so big!"

Bailey coos, "Da. Da. Da. Da," at him, which earns a guffaw from Johnny.

"Tha's yer Daddy. I'm Da!"

As you listened to your children greet their fathers, you put the dough into the cooker and are washing up. You wipe your wet hands on the tea towel, and a pair of strong hands fall on your waist. The man smells like sunshine and tobacco.

John's beard tickles your throat when he leans to kiss you. "Thank you, Mama," he whispers. You know from previous deployments he's thanking you for waiting for them, for caring for the kids in their absence, for carrying the weight of everything by yourself. "We're home now." He punctuates his message with another kiss as you feel Simon enter the room.

You step away from John's embrace to wrap your arms around as much of Simon as you can manage. You don't say anything, and neither does he. He drops a kiss on the hair and holds you tight for one minute, then two. When you feel him unfurl, tension seeping away, you finally whisper, "Welcome home, Si."

"Missed you, Mama," he replies. He gives you another tight squeeze before stepping back. You turn to find Kyle leaning against the door frame. He smiles at you, and you open your arms for him.

He picks you up with a spin. "Ky," you giggle, feeling decades younger.

"Mama," he says, "it smells amazing in here." He smiles at you. "You take such good care of us." He pulls you against him and brushes his lips across yours. "Thank you," he murmurs.

"Always," you reply, cupping his cheek. You close your eyes and press your forehead to his. "Always," you whisper again.

Finally, Johnny's behind you, practically pulling you from Kyle's hug. "Stop hogging our missus, Garrick. I didnae get a turn yet." You see Kyle roll his eyes, but he lets you go, passing you gently into Johnny's arms. "Mama," Johnny says, looking you in the eye. "It's so good tae be home."

You wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the base of his skull. "It's good to have you all home." You close your eyes and breathe deeply. You try to blink them away, but you feel the tears lining your eyes. "So so good."

This last deployment was longer than anyone thought it would be. After three months, they went radio silent, and if Kate hadn't been giving you updates, you would have been out tracking your men across the desert. Six months alone. Six months raising three kids on your own. Six months worrying about them every day.

But they were home now. And that was enough.

[americanwh0rerstory]

The evans: sex after a fight

CONTAINS: Tate, kyle, jimmy, james

Content warning: dacryphillia, choking kink, unprotected p in v, knife play, blood play, finger sucking

NSFW: Minors DNI. by reading past the cut off any media consumption is your own fault

A/N: it’s my first time writing smut, so it’s poorly written. hopefully it’ll improve in the future🙏

Tate Langdon

feels guilty for arguing with you

doesn’t want to lose you

is gentle and loving with you

holds your hand whilst he fucks you, murmuring apologies in between thrusts

cuddles and aftercare afterwards

… after giving you a half hour to be alone, he slinked back into your room, bringing you into a gentle hug whilst he ran his hand up and down your back. “sorry” he mumbled almost inaudibly into your hair whilst holding you against his chest. “lemme make it up to you” he whispered gently whilst beginning to pull your hoodie over your head, and slipping your panties down so they were bunched around your ankles. he then gently pushed you back onto the bed, laying you down before crawling atop you; he peppered gently kisses along your neck before slowly becoming more needy and aggressive with them, leaving small hickeys in his wake whilst he trailed down your body, whilst he laced his fingers with your own. he also paid extra attention to your tender and sensitive breasts, using his free hand to line his dick with your entrance and slowly push into you whilst he kissed your body. “i love you, im sorry” he mumbled in between gentle thrusts, and kitten licks to your boobs

Frat boy!Kyle Spencer

would not fuck you after a fight unless you explicitly said you wanted it

cuddles, snacks, drinks, and a movie night would be his go to apology for you

if you were to have sex, he’d do so gently and constantly ask for your consent

doesn’t want to make you mad, very mindful of your triggers

“is this good, do you like it?” kyle asks, lifting his head from between your thighs and looking up at you through his lashes with slightly disheveled hair; all he wanted to do was make you feel better - as per your request - and he wouldn’t stop trying until he knew you was happy with him again. “Ky i would’ve stopped you by now it i didn’t like it” you responded gently, using your hands to cup the back of his head and lightly tug on his hair so he would continue, and after a small hum of agreement he did just that. his lips latched around your clit and gently sucked, before using the flat of his tongue to run along your slit. everything he did brought waves of pleasure to you, everything he did would bring you closer and closer to climax. so when you eventually did, he’d look up at you with glistening lips, “was that good? did you like it?” he’d ask almost instantly, hoping his oral skills were good enough to make you forgive him

Jimmy Darling

would lose his temper and drink A LOT before coming to talk to you again

is a mess but gets his point across

uses his hands because he knows how good he is with them (remember his side hustle)

very apologetic after the sex and the next morning

“there ya go, let go baby” he slurs drunkenly to you, his deformed fingers pumping in and out of your tight and wet entrance and bringing you over the edge for the 3rd time that night. tears of pleasure and overstimulation pricked at the corner of your eyes, causing him to smirk ever so slightly “want me to stop, toots?” he’d ask in his ever so cocky tone, looking down at your spent body with a look of satisfaction. even though you had to guide his hand you entrave due to his drunken state, he never once failed to impress you with his abilities, it was just one of many. Once you finally blubbered out a ‘yes’ in response to his question he’d lick his fingers clean, savouring your taste, before gently laying down beside you. “you still mad at me? want me to do another round?” he mumbled with an undeniable smirk plastered on his face, flashing you his charming grin and a wink

James Patrick March

would spoil you with gifts in a hope to earn back your love, he doesn’t wanna risk losing it

would offer to murder someone for you, and let you partake if it’s your kinda thing

definitely have sex with you whilst covered in blood afterwards

showers you with compliments

despite you being mad at him, he couldn’t resist a little bit of minor knife and blood play

“I killed him, dearest” james states with a grin when he re-enters your hotel room, still wearing the leather mask he wore for the murders which slightly muffled his velvet-smooth brahmin accent. without taking his mask off, he drags the bloodied dagger along your clothes perfectly so they’d fall off and expose your body to him. “you look ravishing as always, like a renaissance piece” he’d say with a grin, a grin so big it was evidential in his voice. He gently traced your bottom lip with his thumb before pushing it into your mouth, the metallic taste of someone’s blood filling your senses. “come now, let me show you how perfect and ravishing you are” he’d say, using his free hand to gently push you back onto the bed. he’d then remove all his clothes aside from the mask, sliding himself into you with a soft groan. “perfect, heavenly even” he murmurs before removing his hand from your mouth and wrapping it lightly around your throat, not enough to hurt but just enough that it was pleasurable. he pumped in and out of you, lightly choking you whilst secretly staring at how your boobs bounced with every thrust, prompting him to go a bit faster and bring him to his inevitable climax. “you’re simply splendid, dear, not even words can describe how perfect you are”

A/N: i was gonna inclure kai but tumblr started lagging rlly bad. my requests r open. NOT PROOFREAD BTW

[mercury2venus]

CHAPTER 5

HONOR CODE

Warnings: SMUT. They getting nasty again y’all. MDNI.

The weekend rolled in and all I could think about was Monica’s question. How exactly did he get my address and who the hell gave it to him without asking ? I valued

my privacy and hiding things from me has never sat right with my spirit especially when that shit is coming from a man.

Yet my questions were derailed when Kyle called and asked me if I would like to come with him to Paris. Caught off guard, I said yes. Now here I am doing the complete opposite of what I said I was going to do.

Joining the fucking mile high club.

Kyle had me face down ass up as he pounded me from the back mercilessly.

I felt his hand find a home in my hair to pull me up to his chest

“ Look out the window darling.” He moaned into my ear

I glanced towards the sky, suddenly my view was cotton candy clouds and the orange hue from the sun began to bathe our bodies in its essence. I looked up at Kyle, his skin now the color of marmalade and his eyes were as if God himself took the earth and placed it within his orbs.

“You’re so beautiful.” I whispered.

Kyle kissed me deeply. He brought his mouth to my ear,

“I’m going to count down from 5 and when I reach the number 1 you’re going to cum. Understood?”

I nodded my head and closed my eyes focusing on the sweet torture he was delivering

“ Aht aht, I didn’t say close your eyes, give me direct eye contact Mecca.”

I opened them quickly to see his already staring into mine.

“ Five”

I watched the waves crash within his irises, storm clouds gathered then

“ four “

Mountains roared and for a second

“ three”

I heard trumpets blaze. I felt the bottom of my stomach tighten and ti—

“ two”

The clouds began to collide with the ocean no longer separated by the earthly plane and

“ one.”

I let out the sluttiest moan of my life, it felt as if it came from my damn soul.

I couldn’t stop cumming and Kyle? He fucked me till tears wet my cheeks and he filled up the condom up to the brim. By the end I was deluded. Kyle kissed my forehead and praised me. Before I could respond I was out like a light.

Kyle woke me up as we landed, I took in my surroundings remembering I was in fact on a plane and now, in Paris. We took a town car to the Ritz Paris hotel. I tried my best to not look around in wonder, but that proved to be the hardest part. I felt like royalty. And Kyle definitely treated me like I was. In our room the bed consisted of Italian silk sheets and the duvet? Egyptian satin filled with duck feathers.

I need to get rich by tomorrow because god damn.

“ Do you like it ?” Kyle asked me.

“ Do I like it ? Honey, if I could afford to live here I would.”

“That can be arranged.” He said curtly

“Woah slow down a bit Ky.” I laughed. “We’re still going through the motions baby”

Kyle let out a breathless laugh, he could get so shy sometimes. “ Yeah, I know I apologize. “ he mumbled, rubbing the back his neck.

“ And since we are going through said motions please explain to me how you know my address ?” I finally asked.

Kyle looked confused, “Your secretary ? “ he responded.

I narrowed my eyes, “ Candy knows better than to do that.”

“I’m sure she does but I believe this particular woman’s name is Vivian” he said as he raised his brow.

I titled my head and began to think. Vivian..Vivian. Then it hit me.

Vivian was my temp for about 12 weeks while Candy was on maternity leave. She was a fucking nightmare. The girl was as ditzy as can be and Monica almost beat her ass for trying to push up on her man ! I damn near cried when Candy came back. Hell, I even gave her a raise. Honestly this makes sense from her but him? I need more.

“ Vivian was my secretary almost a year ago, what did you even use it for? “ I asked

“ The coat I sent you Mecca. You know we had this conversation the night we met.. I designed it with you in mind…why the sudden distrust? He said softly. He looked a bit hurt.

He was right. I don’t know why I didn’t realize it earlier. Here I am doing the most and the finest man breathing has me in Paris, and is at my beck and call. What the hell am I doing ?

“ I’m sorry Ky… I – I just don’t want to move too fast. My heart is delicate and you have it all, but me? 1 wrong move and I can lose everything. I can’t afford for that to happen. “ I explained.

Kyle motioned for me to come closer, he pulled me onto his lap and caressed my cheek. I sunk into the feeling of his warmth. He smelled like heaven and felt like home.

“ It's fine. But I should be the one apologizing, I know how you are and once I got to know you I should’ve told you. I don’t want you to feel as if I’m keeping secrets or I can harm you. I want you to always feel protected with me Mecca Ali. I'm truly sorry. Can you forgive me?” He searched my eyes.

“ Of course, “ I smiled.

Kyle let out a breath of relief. “ I think we should get some rest. “ he suggested.

“ After we break this bed in, “ I said softly. Kyle smirked and pulled us both down.

“ As you wish.”

I looked out the window noticing we had the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. Kyle followed my eyes and chuckled. “ Want to try the balcony again like our first night ? “ he asked.

“And let all of Paris know who this pussy belongs to? “ I giggled

“That’s exactly what I have in mind. Now strip.”

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[drvirgus]

Protecting (my heart)

Idol! Minji X bodyguard! Reader

Description: getting a new job as NewJeans bodyguard isn't really something Y/n thought would happen to her. What exactly happens when she suddenly felt attracted to one of the NewJeans members? Can Y/n stay professional or are her feelings for Minji too much to handle?

Warnings: stalking; harassment; kys jokes; suggestive language; death threats; mention of abuse; mention of murder;

Chapter: She´s in my bed (Fully Written)

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The rain was pounding like crazy on the gray asphalt. Lightning flashed in the sky, and thunder roared through the entire neighborhood. My lungs burned, and my legs ached, but I just kept running. My eyes widened as I slipped and slammed my chin against the asphalt. Tears filled my eyes as pain coursed through my entire body. "Watch out!" I heard someone yell behind me.

I glanced briefly at the man in a suit I had apparently knocked to the ground. His brow was furrowed, and his fist was raised. With a quick movement, I managed to stand up and kept running. My breath was fast, and my clothes were soaked from the rain. My hands were clenched into fists as I pushed myself to run even faster.

When I arrived at my apartment complex, I immediately looked around. My mouth was open as I desperately tried to catch my breath. The rain was relentlessly pouring down on me. My eyes narrowed as I noticed a car on the other side of the street, but before I could make out any details, the car's tires squealed as it sped away in a panic.

My hands were on my knees as I bent over slightly. My knees were trembling, and my lungs still burned. I took a deep breath before heading to my front door. My eyes widened when I saw a shivering, wet Minji sitting by my door. She was rubbing her hands together, clearly trying to stay awake.

Her eyes were fixed on my shoes until she slowly lifted her head to look at me. The motion sensor finally turned on, illuminating both Minji and me. Still breathing heavily, I looked at my drunk ex-girlfriend. A smile spread across her face as her eyes closed. "You came," she slurred, letting out a small laugh.

My jaw visibly tightened. No matter how cute Minji looked right now. No matter how much I wanted to just hold her and tell her I loved her. No matter how much my heart raced as I looked at her. Minji had never done anything this crazy... at least not until she met me...

I swallowed hard as I crouched down to be at eye level with her. Minji was still smiling sweetly and innocently. "We should go inside. It doesn't seem like the rain will stop," I sighed, getting only a nod from the younger woman. I sighed again as I immediately opened the door and let Minji in.

Together, we took the elevator to the floor where my apartment was. I kept my eyes away from the drunk woman, who was leaning against the elevator wall. Neither of us said a word. My thoughts were racing, while hers seemed to have stopped...

We quietly entered my apartment. Minji clumsily took off her shoes, nearly falling over if she hadn't caught herself on my shoe cabinet. A sigh escaped my throat as I took her arm and led her to the bathroom. I turned on the warm water in the bathtub. "You should take a bath," I said as I turned to the wet woman.

Minji was visibly swaying from all the alcohol and just nodded absentmindedly. Her hands immediately went to her top as she started to lift it, stumbling backward. I panicked and quickly grabbed her, pulling her to me. Minji's eyes widened, but she soon started laughing. "Oops."

Sighing, I bit my lip. "Can you manage to undress yourself?" I asked more quietly, her laughter echoing through the bathroom. Her laughter softened as she just smiled at me, seemingly not having heard me. Blushing, I repeated myself.

"No."

Nervously, I bit my lip and nodded. "Arms up," I said softly, which Minji immediately did. Gently and somewhat slowly, I pulled her wet top over her head. My hands trembled as I moved to her pants, trying to unbutton them. My face turned red as I tried with all my might not to look at her chest.

My heart was pounding faster in my chest, and my breathing quickened. The air in the bathroom, thick with steam from the hot bathwater, made it even harder for me to breathe and stay calm. I found it increasingly difficult to think clearly.

Minji, now standing in front of me in just her underwear, looked at me. Her eyes were half-open, and her lips were parted. "You can handle the rest on your own," I said, taking a small step back, but her hands grabbed my collar and pulled me back to her.

"You're wet too."

My eyes widened as her lips met mine. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I could feel it entwine with mine. My shoulders tensed as she gripped my collar tightly, afraid I might pull away. My shoulders relaxed as she deepened the kiss, tilting her head slightly and stepping closer to me.

Her almost naked body pressed against my wet, probably cold clothes. My hands were on her hips as I pulled her closer, returning the kiss. My eyes closed, and my nose pressed against her cheek as I focused solely on the kiss.

I noticed Minji slowly releasing my collar and placing her hands on my hips, lifting my hoodie. Panicking, my eyes widened, and I broke the kiss.

What the hell am I doing?

My eyes narrowed as I looked at the drunk woman, who just stared at me with her mouth slightly open. "W-What's wrong?" she slurred, trying to put her hand back on my hip. I quickly looked away from her, trying to avoid her.

"Get undressed and warm up," I said before abruptly leaving the bathroom. I quickly closed the door behind me and leaned against it. My lips pressed together as I couldn't believe I had kissed her back.

But I couldn't help it...

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Nervously, I sat on my bed. The door was wide open, allowing me to see straight from my room to the bathroom. I had already changed my clothes. My hands rested on my thighs, rubbing them repeatedly. The bathroom door opened, and I immediately jumped up from my bed.

My eyes widened as a naked Minji stood before me. My mouth opened in shock as I stood speechless before the taller woman. Minji’s eyes were almost fully closed, and her lips parted slightly. “You…” I stammered, then quickly, perhaps a bit too roughly, opened my wardrobe and grabbed some clothes, pressing them against her chest.

My pants felt uncomfortably tight as the sight of her naturally turned me on. My heart pounded wildly in my chest as I desperately tried not to focus on her bare skin. Minji tiredly dragged herself to my bed and collapsed onto it, scattering the clothes on the floor.

“Minji! You… you need to get dressed,” I said loudly, but the drunk woman just mumbled something incomprehensible. My breathing quickened as I picked up the underwear from the floor. Luckily, I had recently bought a box of boxer shorts...

Swallowing, I grabbed one of her ankles and slipped it into one leg of the underwear, then did the same with the other. With my head raised and eyes tightly shut, I pulled the fresh boxers up her legs, which was quite difficult since she wasn’t helping and had already fallen asleep.

Sighing, I grabbed a T-shirt, one I had stolen from Minji a few weeks ago, and gently pulled it over her head. My movements were slow and careful so as not to wake the younger woman. Once she was dressed, I looked at the sleeping woman on my bed.

I automatically bit my lip and shook my head wildly to banish the dirty thoughts from my mind. Huffing, I threw the blanket over the drunk woman and left my room.

My thoughts were racing as I noticed my phone vibrating in my pocket. I quickly fished it out and saw a message from Haerin. I responded immediately so she wouldn’t worry about Minji anymore. The conversation ended quickly, as I could hardly concentrate.

Sighing, I sat down on the couch. My hair was still wet from the rain, which was pounding wildly against the window, enveloping everything around me in a soothing silence. My eyes drifted to my lap, where the bulge in my pants was quite noticeable. My jaw tightened as I quickly looked away.

What exactly should I do now?

Minji was sleeping in my bed… wearing my clothes… drunk...

My beautiful ex-girlfriend, whom I still loved deeply, was sleeping in my bed…

My ex-girlfriend who thought I broke up with her because of the sex...

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[totally-not-agirl]

Hmm… For a writing prompt, Syd and Ky detrans you in Kylar’s basement?

🥺🥺 oh

I chose male Sydney and female Kylar for a bit of both sides.

You wake up in a dark basement. There are cobwebs in the rafters, and a slight chill in the air. You try and move, and find you’re tied down to a creaking bedframe and a threadbare mattress. +Stress

“There you are,” a soft voice says. You turn and see Sydney, smiling gently as he brushes some hair out of your face. -Stress -Trauma If he’s here, everything must be all right.

Your brow furrows. “But what—“

“Shh,” a second person says. Kylar steps out of the shadows, nervously chewing on her lip. “Everything’s okay. We’re going to take care of it. Take care of you.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

They both share an unreadable look over your restrained body. “We both agree—“ Sydney starts.

“—You’re a girl!” Kylar interrupts. “You’re a girl you’re a girl and we’re tired of pretending!” She leans close, closer, until all you can see are her dark, wild eyes. “You’re gonna be the perfect Mummy,” she whines pleadingly.

“Not a Daddy.”

++Stress +Insecurity

“Kylar.” Sydney pinches the bridge of his nose. “You agreed I would do the talking at first.”

Kylar nuzzles your noses together, ignoring him. “Your belly will swell up and your breasts will get milky and you’ll be so perfect…” She grabs your pert tits and pinches the nipples as if she could milk you now. +Arousal

You’re shocked to realize your clothes are gone, leaving your wet pussy and receptive ass exposed.

She casts an annoyed glance at Sydney. “You don’t really wanna be a boy, do you?”

“Kylar,” you say, your voice catching in your throat. “Sydney…I’m not a girl. I thought you…knew that.”

“I know, darling,” Sydney says. He holds on of your hands in his, gently massaging beneath the leather cuff around your wrist. “I know that’s not how you think you identify. But you’re so unhappy…”

“I see the way you look at other girls,” Kylar says through clenched teeth. +Jealousy Her bright green eyes almost seem to glow. “Especially all dressed up, getting groped in public…you want that, don’t you?”

Sydney puts a hand on your ankle and slowly slides it up your leg. He squeezes your inner thigh, and teases the edge of your bush. +Arousal “I heard your gasp when I called you good girl by accident last time.” His fingertips dance around your clit. “You’ve been too scared to be what you are, so we can help with that. You need this.”

“It’s easy,” Kylar whispers. You shiver as you feel her breath against your face. “You get to cum when you admit you’re a girl.”

“Please don’t,” you beg. Tears start to prick your eyes. “You don’t have to do this.”

Sydney gently shushes you, and then presses his thumb against the base of your clit. ++Arousal

You lose your sense of control.

—Control +++Willpower

Kylar tenses the moment Sydney touches you. She seems to calm herself, however. You recognize the face she made when focusing on her role in the production your English class put on. Rehearsed. Deliberate. She leans over and pops a nipple into her mouth. ++Arousal Her breasts cover your face, so all you can do is lick and feel.

Sydney’s thumb moves in a more forceful circle, and you blush when you hear how wet your receptive vagina already is. You moan, “You’ll take care of me, right?”

“Yes,” Sydney sighs. He leans close, brushing his lips against your skin. “You know what you have to say. Sydney kisses your neck as he slips two fingers easily into you. +Arousal -Stress

“You’re so beautiful,” Kylar says. You shiver as you feel her breath against your wet nipple. “Such a pretty girl.” Her tit is back against your face before you can protest.

Sydney fingers you faster, while Kylar’s hand shoves his hand off your clit so that she can take over. She’s much rougher, and your legs twitch at the sudden intensity. You moan loudly, turning your face to gasp, “Please,” but you don’t know what for.

The heat rises within you.

And Sydney won’t let you forget. “Please what, lovergirl?”

“Say it, baby,” Kylar says, practically demands. “Be good for us. For me.”

“Please, you’re making me feel—“

The heat rises within you.

“Yeah, baby?” Sydney groans. You see that he has a hand down his pants. -Sydney’s Purity

“C’mon,” Kylar says, sounding almost angry. She looks frustrated.

“I’m—“ you start.

“Yeah?” Sydney says. You think he is approaching orgasm. “What are you, sweetheart?”

The heat rises within you.

You have to cum.

And it feels good. What they want you to say, to think. You have been thinking about it. You have wanted to be treated like— like—

“A girl!” you scream.

++++++++Love

Sydney kisses you as he comes in his pants, and Kylar slides down to put her tongue on your moistened pussy.

The sensations overwhelm you. Fluids gush from your aroused vagina. You come like a girl.

“Good girl,” Sydney groans almost painfully into your shoulder.

“We’re gonna make so many babies,” Kylar says with a smile.

[slutz4marsh]

Hi hello hey. Can. Can you write oral fixation FTM reader ok bye

Mr. Kyle Broflovski always had something in or near his mouth. You didn’t question it.

Lollipops, the ends of pens, toothpicks, the eraser side of a pencil… Anything, really, he just always had something between his lips.

If he had been more like some people he knew, he might even have a cigarette. He just didn’t mess with those damn things. He had enough lung cancer being around people who smoked through his teenage years and young adulthood.

You noticed that he always had something in or around his mouth, but part of the reason that you never questioned it was that you were the same.

The only thing was that you never realized that his little fixation may go elsewhere too.

You’d cum against his tongue at least three times already. The skin on your thighs was becoming irritated from the feel of his beard rubbing against them with each movement he made.

“Ky- s-sir, ‘s too much,” you would whine, tears pricking your eyes. Kyle only hummed against you, offering no reprieve. It actually only sent sensations through your aching, abused folds. Which in turn only pulled more whines out of you, and you could feel the bastard smirking smugly against you.

You probably would have been irritated if you hadn’t been dizzy with pleasure.

Kyle’s mouth never stopped moving, his tongue flicking against your clit as he suckled it into his mouth. You continued to whine and writhe under him.

The older man’s large hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you. 

Kyle ate you out like a man starved. You could feel that familiar coil tightening in your lower belly and it made you whine and moan as you gripped his hair, thighs beginning to close around his head. He allowed you to do that, only because he adored the feeling of your plush thighs around his head.

You practically saw white.

You moaned, head falling back. Kyle smacked your thigh and earned a soft yelp from you. 

Kyle removed himself from your cunt, his face glistening with your arousal. Oh, he was beautiful. He looked just as ruined as you did.

You were panting for breath as he crawled on top of you.

“You’re gonna be nice and quiet for me,” he murmured against your ear as you whimpered. “Can you do that for me, baby?”

You sniffled softly and nodded as the ginger thumbed your lower lips apart. Kyle pressed the tip of his dick against your sensitive folds, carefully pushing in. He let out a deep groan and you let out a soft moan. 

Your promise of quiet was already forgotten. Kyle chuckled softly, almost darkly. Oh, how he adored watching you fall apart.

Before you knew it, his fingers were shoved unceremoniously into your mouth. “Told you to be quiet, didn’t I?” The old man rasped.

You whimpered as you weakly nodded, thighs trembling as he began to roll his hips into yours.

He’d started gently. But within moments, he was groaning as he slammed into you with reckless abandon.

You squealed and moaned, eyes rolling back, but all of your sounds were muffled by his thick fingers in your mouth. You sucked diligently, practically hypnotized.

You were overwhelmed in the best possible way. 

Kyle grunted as he forced his thick length in and out of you, relishing in the way you squeezed around him, so, so wet and so, so wonderful. It was like you were meant for him.

“Such a good boy, huh?” He groaned. “Good boy taking my cock so well… So cute like this…” 

He was rambling, just as lost in pleasure as you were. “Cute little whore just for me. Adorable…”

Oh, you were fucking done for. You were clenching around him. Desperate and wanting. 

And Kyle, oh he was so whipped for you. Yes, this was lustful and dirty, but he loved you so goddamn much, if he could give you anything in the world, he would without hesitation. He would gift you the world in a hand wrapped box, tied with a ribbon in your favorite color.

“Gonna let me fill you up?” He panted as he felt himself getting closer. “Gonna give me a family, huh? I’ll take care of you.”

He would. He’d dote on you and the kids you gave him.

You whined louder, momentarily clenching down around him. Kyle chuckled at that. 

“Oh, you like that? Dirty boy.” His words were harsh but his tone was gentle. He cooed at you softly, lovingly.

He couldn’t have possibly been expected to hold back. He pulsed inside of you, so hard that you winced. It damn near hurt, but it felt so good as he came inside of you, his free hand gently rubbing your clit in tight circles.

You were brought to the edge again so easily, clamping down around him as you moaned around his fingers.

He rode out his own orgasm and brought you through your own, cooing about how adorable you were, how good you were for him. How lucky he was to have you all to himself.

Kyle finally slowed, panting as he remained inside of you, plugging your puffy and abused hole with his cock.

He removed his fingers before he gently pulled out, rubbing your hips gently as you whined softly.

The rest of the night, he spent holding you and pampering you.

Kyle was ruined and it was all your goddamn fault. Of course, you didn’t mind and neither did he.

[lovelykil]

「 Shy boyyy 」

kyle x reader older ver.

cw; nsfw, praising

note; idk why I procrastinated sm on this, help

Kyle clutched the sheets tightly, his mind engulfed in a haze of arousal and desire. His breath cut short from the lengthy moans he tried to hide but failed from the immense pleasure his body was in. His breath was hot and wet as you took him in whole, your mouth fitting around his erection with your tounge sliding against it.

Your pace was slow and steady but it picked up suddenly, Kyle squirmed, his cock twitching in your mouth from the fast moment.

The slight wet and gagging sounds escaped from your mouth, filling the room.. if anyone were to walk past Kyle's room surely you two would be in big trouble.

With a slight whimper, He couldn't help but roll his head back, leaning it on the wall his eyes swelling with pathetic tears streaming down his pretty face.

"o-oh crap go s-slower Y/nn.."

He whispered softly, taking his hand to put on your head. You obeyed his order slowing down your pace. You set aside some hair behind your ear blushing from his noises he made.

His fingers picked at your hair almost gripping it, looking down at you with his mouth slightly open. Your eyes wandered up to look at him when his eyes met yours he looked away in embarrassment, letting loose of your hair. The sight of you quite literally sucking him off was too much.

You rolled at your eyes playfully, "You don't have to be so shy you know." You whispered, as your lips lost touch to his shaft. You instead put your hand around his length, leaning toward him. His face was already flushed from him panting but it just turned redder with your face next to his.

"Sorry.." He looked down at your hand on his dick then at you, you grinned stroking it slowly.

The room felt hot again, his chest tightened looking right at you, his face was in a mess his eyes hung low so was his mouth, slightly agape,, you wanted to let him release, let go.. break him just to hear more of his attractive moans in your ear.

"It's okay I just want you to focus on cumming now alright?" Your hand jerked him faster, his reaction was indeed what you wanted he let out a groan, shutting his eyes.

His cock twitched in your hand as you picked up the pace watching him squirm, he looked at you his eyes were practically begging you to slow down, fear of him moaning too loud.

You messed around with his tip, your fingers circling around the middle, teasing the poor jew.

"I'm not slowing down Kyle."

"H-Huh? If you don't I'll- a-ah-! Y/n..!"

With a quick jerk down to his dick, the pace accelerated. He immediately let out a loud moan that got your core tingling.

You chuckled, kissing his cheek "You sound so cute baby, I wanna hear moree." You leaned over his neck his speech was incoherent, he tried to say something but the only thing he did was pant heavily.

At this point he decided to give up he felt as he was coming up to his peak, gripping your shirt from the back moaning into your ear just like what you wanted.

You smiled to yourself, kissing his neck "That's a good boy."

Kyle's hip buckled up as he just reached his peak from your praise. His last moan was loud even when he stuffed his face into your shirt you could still hear the muffled noise of pleasure. Kyle's eyes rolled back from the release of elation finally. His messy curly hair fell in front of his face when he pulled away.

He fell back on his pillow, his breathing was slow and heavy. You let go of his dick, your hand now covered in his future children.

"God that was alot Ky." You joked, taking a good look at your messy hand. Kyle covered his face, the pleasure already leaving him now the embarrassment filled his face it was red as ever.

"I hate you soo much, all I wanted was to study." He groaned. You licked off his sperm off your finger, tasting it for yourself.

"You were stressed I thought you could need this." You swallowed down. Kyle put his hand down to see you licking away his cum off your hands.

"Mmh did you eat something sweet?"

"Pineapple.."

"Oh? So you were getting ready-"

"No! I swear I wasn't." The ginger looked away blushing. You laughed, pulling his face towards you.

"You taste soo good, you did a great job babyy." You kissed his nose, forehead and lips with a giggle. He sighed softly smiling at the kisses you showered him in, kissing you himself on the nose. Even though he was tired he still appreciated you for doing this and just also wanted to kiss you.

"I love you Y/n." He held your face, smiling. You blushed, placing one last kiss on his nose. "I love youu too." You rubbed noses, your eyes closed to enjoy the moment, smiling to each other.

"Okay I have to clean myself now, we can sleep after if you want."

"I can do that myself."

"Hu- o-oh shit.."

[earthtoharlow]

Teach Me

2) February

AN: Part 2 of Teach Me

Thank you to @harlowcomehome for helping me with this, ily 🥹💜

MASTERLIST

“You sure you don’t want me to run to the store for you?” Jack asked from the floor as he was playing dress up with Jayla.

Alyssa shook her head no. “I got it, babe. I’ll be in and out. Just grabbing a few things for Jayla for Valentine’s Day.” She says with a laugh and an eye roll. 

“And hopefully for me too.” 

“Maybe” Alyssa said with a wink, knowing she already had a plan for them. 

She could tell Jack was still worried, he never liked when she left the house late at night. Alyssa walked over, bending down to give him a sweet kiss on the lips. “You worry too much, princess” 

“That’s not funny.” Jack told her, trying to hold in his laughter. Jayla was only 2 but slowly became obsessed with makeup/hair after watching her mother do her own every morning. So now Jack was currently sitting on the floor with lipstick smeared over his lips and barrettes in his hair, with a crown to match. 

Alyssa gave Jayla kisses all over her face, childish giggles ringing in the air. “I’ll be right back, baby. Make sure to take care of daddy, ok?”

“Otay” 

She gave Jack one last kiss before she locked the door behind her but not before saying their phrase. 

“Love You, Mean It!”

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“Jayla Rose! Can you explain to me why you waited till the last minute to tell me that you signed up Daddy to make cookies for your Valentine’s Day party”

It was 10pm, way past Jayla’s bedtime but Valentine’s Day was tomorrow and the kids were encouraged to bring baked goods.

“We always make cookies together!” Jayla exclaimed while adjusting her chef's hat on her head.

“Not at 10 o’clock at night.”

Jayla shrugged her and suddenly started playing with her KY chain hanging from her neck, something she did when she was nervous. 

“What’s wrong, babygirl?” Jack asked her, concerned. 

She began playing with her necklace some more and kicking her feet against the kitchen floor. “I just thought it would be fun, you always get sad during this time because of mommy.”

Jack immediately pulled her into a hug, he could feel his shirt start to get wet from her tears. “Hey, it’s okay.” He reassured her by rubbing her back.

“Look at me.” His heart wanted to cry as he looked at her big brown eyes that were filled with tears threatening to fall. “You don’t have to worry about Daddy, that’s my job. You and I are gonna have fun tomorrow. I have a whole day planned just for the two of us once you get out of school.”

Jayla perked up at that “Really?” 

“Yes, really. You know you’re my favorite valentine. Now, let’s wipe these tears and finish these cookies so you can go to bed.”

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Ariel loved Valentine's Day, it was her favorite holiday. I mean, her last name was Love after all. Sure, she was 27 years old and single, but there were so many other reasons to love it. Not only did she love the flowers, the pinks and reds but she loved everything Valentines Day stood for, it’s about love, and what’s not to love about love? 

By morning her desk was filled with cards, candy and small stuffed animals. She was sure her planner was underneath all the gifts but Ariel was in no rush to look for it. Her favorite gift amongst them all was the donut bouquet from Jayla Harlow.

Ariel: rumor has it that you burned our classes Valentine’s Day cookies for our party?

Pressing send, Ariel grabbed one of the donuts from the bouquet. Before she could take a bite, her phone buzzed on her desk. 

Jack: didn’t you hear? I don’t clear up rumors

Ariel giggled at that knowing he was referencing one of his hit songs. As she was just about to text him back Jack sent another message 

Jack: but whoever started that rumor is in big trouble, can’t have someone spreading misinformation 

Ariel: you’d be shocked to know what else I’ve been told, but I wouldn’t want to give away my sources 

She moaned as she took a bite of her donut. She always had a sweet tooth. There was nothing like a strawberry frosted donut. 

Jack: well…you can tell me. I won’t tell anyone 

Taking another bite of her donut, she thought about all the things Jayla has shared with her. They were honestly pretty tame, compared to her other students giving her details about their parents divorce.

Ariel: oh you know, just that you get red as a tomato in the sun, you drink ranch dressing (big if true), the source claims they’re better at basketball and soccer than you, and that your idea of dancing is just stomping around. 

Jack: damn this source knows a lot about me 

Jack: and I’ll have you know that I’m very useful on the court

Ariel: hey, don’t shoot the messenger! Just some silly gossip between a teacher and their favorite student 

She laughed at the exchange before taking a glance at the clock, seeing the kids would be back from lunch in 15 minutes. Ariel should be using this time to plan out her lessons for the next week, but right now she’d rather flirt with her favorite students' dad. Lesson plans can wait. 

Ariel: Speaking of the party, are you joining us?

Ariel already knew that he would probably say no, according to other teachers Mr. Harlow never showed up to any of the school's functions. And he hasn’t in a long time. She watched as those three bubbles indicating that Jack was texting back popped up and would suddenly go away. 

Jack: uh probably not…I have some meetings this afternoon. 

While she knew he was going to say no, she couldn’t help but think about Jayla, who is usually very social, was suddenly very quiet today. 

Ariel: Well, if you end up getting out early, we’ve got plenty of heart shaped sweets with your name on it, and I have a feeling Jayla misses you.

She could hear the sounds of tiny footsteps and giggles coming down the hall so she knew her class will be making their way back in. She glanced down at her phone again and saw that Jack left her on read. She tried not to let it upset her, still she decided to send one last text. 

Ariel: the kids are coming back from lunch, Happy Valentine’s Day Mr. Harlow 

She shoved her phone back in her desk just in time to greet her kids back from lunch. 

“Ok, my sweet angel babies, let’s get in our reading circles. Today’s book is all about…LOVE!”

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An hour later the Valentine’s Day party was in full swing. After socializing with the other parents and students she sat back and watched with a smile as the kids stuffed their faces with sweets. A small frown formed on her face when she noticed Jayla watching another student coloring with their mom with the same frown. Getting up from her desk, she took a seat next to Jayla. 

“Hi, Miss Love.” Jayla greeted her with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, before she looked down and continued to color. 

“Hi, Jayla! I love your drawing. Is that your dad?” Ariel asked, pointing to the yellow stick figure. 

Jayla nodded her head yes, “I had to draw him yellow because he’s pale, and I couldn’t use a white crayon." Ariel had to stifle her laugh at that. 

“Of course. Well, I came over here to chill with you, if that’s okay?” Ariel asked.

“Yeah that’s fine! Do you wanna color with me?” Jayla asked not even waiting for a reply before pushing a paper towards her. 

Ariel smiled and grabbed a pink crayon and started drawing hearts all over the paper.

“Miss Love, your heart looks like a BUTT!”

“It does not!”

“MHM!”

Since most parents decided to take the kids home early because of the party, that left Ariel and Jayla by themselves at the end of the day. 

While Ariel waited for Jack to pick up Jayla, she decided to start cleaning up the classroom, hating a dirty room. As she was picking up papers and pencils off the floor, Jayla called her name from her spot in the class's reading corner.  

“Yes, Jayla?” She replied and looked towards her so that she had her full attention. 

“Do you have a mommy?” Ariel was shocked at that question, she walked over and sat on the floor next to her. 

“Yes, but she became an angel when I was a teenager. So it’s just me and my dad now” Ariel told her

She could tell Jayla had another question as she nervously played with the necklace. Ariel stayed silent giving Jayla some time to process what she wanted to ask next. 

“Do you ever miss her?” 

“Everyday.” Ariel answered almost immediately. 

Other teachers around the school talked all the time about how Jack was a “hot single father” and how no one knew much about Jayla’s mother. Ariel was never the one to gossip so she never dug deeper because it wasn’t her business to know. 

It was quiet for a while as Jayla turned back towards her book, flipping through the pages. Ariel could tell she had more to say but she refused to push her. 

“It’s just me and daddy too.” Jayla spoke after a while. She still was flipping through her book. “I don’t really know—“ Jayla couldn’t finish what she was saying as there was a soft knock on the door. Ariel and Jayla looked up and saw Jack leaning against the classroom door. 

“DADDY!” Jayla yelled as she jumped up and ran towards her father, conversation seemingly forgotten. Ariel stood back as she watched Jack kiss his daughter all over her face. 

“Sorry I couldn’t come sooner, babygirl.” 

“It’s ok, Miss Love was hanging out with me.”

Jack put Jayla down from his arms before he stood up straight and greeted Ariel. 

“Thanks, sorry I was late.” Jack said as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. 

Ariel waved her hand “it’s no problem at all, Jayla is one of my favorite’s students, I’d hang out with her any day.”

Jack smiled at that. “Now, Miss Love…I thought teachers weren’t supposed to have favorites.”

Ariel pressed her finger to her lips “SSH, don’t tell anyone.” Jack threw his head back with a laugh and the sound made Ariel’s heart flutter. 

“Before I let you two go, Mr. Harlow, I did promise you that we had some cookies with your name on it.” Ariel grabbed the case of cookies that she saved back for him. Jack smiled as he looked down at the heart shaped cookies. He could tell they were homemade. 

“Did you make these?” He asked, opening the container and grabbing one out. “Mm, these are delicious.” he said, biting into it. 

“Yeah, I always overbake so I figured since you couldn’t be here I would save the rest for you.” Ariel said with a shrug, she could feel her cheeks getting warm as she watched Jack eat her cookies. God she was down bad. 

“Maybe, I do need to come to these parties, if you’re going to be baking like this.” Jack flirted. 

“Just for the baked goods?” She joked 

“And to hang out with you..”

Jack felt a tug on his pants leg, breaking eye contact as he looked down at Jayla. 

“What about me?!”

“You didn’t let daddy finish, I was going to say I’d love to hang out with Miss Love and my babygirl”

Ariel smiled watching the exchange, her face getting warmer at Jack claiming he wanted to hang out with her. 

“Well, I wouldn’t want to keep you all here any longer, so I’ll let you two go. Bye, Miss Jayla, I’ll see you on Monday.”

What she didn’t expect was Jayla to leave Jack’s side and give her a tight hug around her legs. Even Jack was shocked at the action. Ariel got down to her level so she could give her a better hug. 

“Bye, Miss Love. You’re the best.”

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“…and they lived happily ever after!”

The End 

Jack read as he closed the book to Jayla’s favorite bedtime story. 

“I love that book daddy, can you read it again?!” Jayla asked while giving him those award winning puppy dog eyes.

Still sitting on the edge of her bed, Jack shook his head no. “Not tonight, sweetheart. You know it’s late.” 

Jayla huffed and cuddled deeper into the covers on her bed and laid her head on Jack’s arm. He always liked to stay with her until she fell asleep. “Did you have a fun day?”

“Yup, Miss Love is so cool, and she’s just like me!”

Jack looked down at Jayla confused, “yeah, how so?”

It got quiet and for a moment, Jack almost thought she was fast asleep before she spoke up. 

“She only has a daddy! Her mommy is gone too, and she misses her everyday just like how I miss mommy” Jayla said softly followed by a small yawn

Jack tried to swallow the lump that immediately formed in his throat. Jayla hardly ever spoke to him about her mother's passing, so hearing that she missed her just as much as he did made the inside of his chest hurt. Jack was scared that if he opened his mouth he wouldn’t be able to stop crying, but thankfully when he looked down Jayla had fallen asleep in his arms.  

Not having the heart to leave her just yet, Jack cuddled in closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as tears threatened to fall from his eyes. While Jack wished Jayla spoke to him about her mom he was grateful that she trusted Ariel enough to open up. 

Jack stayed in Jayla’s room for most of the night before making his way towards his bedroom. He was having a hard time sleeping with all the thoughts running through his head. After tossing and turning for a while, he reached over to grab his phone from the side table, and scrolled till he found the name he was looking for.

“Thank you for talking to Jayla, I really appreciate it.” He didn’t feel the need to elaborate, he knew Ariel would know what he was talking about. With it being so late in the night, Jack wasn’t expecting a reply so quickly, so he was surprised when he got a reply back after ten minutes. 

“Anytime, Jayla can always count on me.”

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AN: So happy you all enjoyed the first part and I hope you all enjoy this chapter just as much! Thank you for reading and of course tell me your thoughtssss :)

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[deputygonebye]

@lunarruled asked: 'Don't pretend that you cared about me.'

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Bourbon and warm water hadn't ever felt so good. A steamy shower that soothed sore muscles, shampoo and soap that cleansed the body and nourished curly hair, Edwin's generousness that extended beyond a hot meal in a safe place. The CDC wasn't home, not by any stretch of the imagination, but Shane and all in the group knew that it was better than what was outside. What had been deep in those woods back where their camp used to lay - the gravesite to so many of their friends and family. Amy and Jim left amongst the fallout, Ed just as alone as he deserved to be, a meaningless heap of tissue, so many wonderful people buried in a makeshift cemetery. Fort Benning a distant dream, votes not cast in Shane's favor nor opinion, he would've rather had the CDC than another day of that hell that he had been living. Protected were those walls and the sole man within them. Powered by food and electricity, hole torn sleeping bags replaced by actual beds, pillows and blankets and more pillows, but more than happiness had the CDC encouraged.

Kyleigh and Shane had gotten into an argument. A disagreement that had started small, was no more important than any one thing that had been talked about at the dinner table, over the group's first real feast in days. Facts on the matter forgotten about just as soon as the whole ordeal was over, still was Shane hot about it minutes thereafter. Comment that passed over Jenner's lips as smoothly as his wine was sipped by them; a suggestion to Kyleigh that affected the one time deputy more than expected. An indication to something dark, the chance to end it all, if such a choice presented itself, a hint of secret that colored the doctor's voice too easily for Shane's liking. It was a strange remark to have been made. Unwanted, reason to make leave for Fort Benning all the more sweeter, almost urgent, after a quick retort passed over the stunned silence of dinner, he left from his seat at the table. Feet loud in their stomps away, heard from down the other hall.

Into the bath had Shane gone. Hoped to literally wipe his sorrows down the drain, rather instead took to the company of Jim Bean and drank until anger doubled. Bubbled and splattered all over the surface of his patience, clothes were hardly dressed into properly before he stormed into Kyleigh's room. Black khakis and a black belt with a silver buckle, blue button-down completely unbuttoned, hair still a little wet and dripping at its ends. And that was just how the conversation began. A door slam echoing in every corner of the CDC Georgia branch.

"Don't start that shit!"

Shane said, emotions unleashed in ways that they hadn't been before. Never in such a display for Kyleigh. "Don't you dare look at me and tell me that what you heard that doctor say was any sort of normal. No way! And don't you ever, ever tell me what I do and don't care about. I care about the folks in this damn place! I've risked my life to get them safe here!"

"God. You're such a..." Shane trailed, the glisten of tears shining in brown eyes.

"Yeah, alright. I didn't care about you. I didn't care about you the first time I laid eyes on you. I didn't care about you all the days thereafter when Rick said you were stayin' with us. Hell, I didn't even care about you when everybody else did and I was the odd man out. But let me tell you somethin', Ky. That changed. All those feelings, they're long gone now. You say that I pretend? You think that I don't care? Just stop it!"

Shane whispered, in a voice far more broken than it had ever sounded, chipped and cracked and desperate, "truth is, I care about you so much that it physically hurts. I love you... I'm in love with you, Kyleigh Marie Thompson."

[sendmeafelon]

Ky spat blood out of her mouth, and struggled to her feet.

" Rox!?" She yelled down the alley, kicking the remains of the infected out of the way.

"Rox, you down here?" She asks.

" Ky-" comes a weak voice from the shadows at the end of the alley.

Dropping the trowel in her hands, she sprints to her voice.

" Roxy, what happened?" She says, dropping to her knees next to Roxanne, who is lying on the ground, her hair wet, flat and sticking to her collarbone.

" Rox, I-" She says, moving to help her up. " I- why are you wet?"

Roxanne's hand shakes as she reaches out for Ky's.

" Rox- Rox, is that blood?"

" Ky. Ky I'm gone."

" I, no, Roxy, what's wrong?" Ky's voices comes in sharp pants, and she can see her breath in the cold alley.

Roxy turns away, before taking a long, shuddering breath.

" Don't take me back to camp, okay?"

" I- Roxy, we need to get you to Claudia, she can help-"

Shaking, Roxanne sits up. Ky moves to support her, but instead, sees the gaping wound at her chest.

" Holy shit, Rox-!" She yells, pulling back the girl's shirt.

Her body was thick with blood, and it was difficult to locate where the wound was. Pressing her finger's onto Roxanne chest, she found the blood was no longer wet.

" Ro-roxanne." Roxanne shivered at the use of her full name.

Or maybe from the blood loss and the fever.

" Roxanne. Why isn't this...fresh-" Ky's hands shook as she pulled them away. " Please tell me this is an old wound. You, you've just been hiding this all day. Right? Right? ROX-"

Roxanne squinted her eyes, before repeating, in a breaking voice.

" Don't take me back to camp."

" No." Ky shakes her head, unsure whether to lean in or back away.

"No no no no no no-"She shakes her head. Over and over and over.

" Roxy. Please. Please, no." Her voice breaks as tears fall onto Roxy's shuddering form.

" Please don't be here when i wake up." She says lightly, before grabbing Ky's cuff to whisper in her ear.

" I'm sorry," She said. Sobbing now, but trying to control her shaking so Roxanne could hold on and linger by her ear, Ky lets out a breath.

" Roxy, you have nothing to apologize for," She whispers to the lost girl.

" No, I broke your favorite mug." She says, and Ky can hear the smile in her dying friend's voice.

With a shuddering laugh, she pressed a kiss behind her ear, and then on her jaw.

About to flop back onto the ground, Roxanne gives a shuddering smile. Her eyes widen as Ky tilts her face to line up with hers. Staring into each other's eyes, the air thick and still around them, Ky whispers,

" I know,"

" About the mug?" Roxanne sounds bemused, and near death.

" No. I love you too." Roxanne shudders in a breath, her eyes going to Ky's lips.

Ky bridges the gap between them by a centemeter, before looking back into Roxanne's eyes.

" Don't. " She whispers, almost impossible to hear. " What, what will happen? You don't know-"

" I don't care, " Ky says, and as she laughs, tears stream down her face.

" I don't care, " She repeats before pressing her lips to Roxanne's.

Deepening the kiss, Roxanne's grip slips a little.

reaching up an arm to place around her shoulders, Ky doesn't break the kiss as she slowly lowers Roxanne to the ground.

Looking into her eyes one last time, she smiles.

Her eyes go milky, and her hands go slack.

She drifts off into the night, knowing the next time she wakes will be her last, and will be mindless, and deadly.

" Goodnight, " Ky whispers over Roxanne.

Moving to lift up her body, she starts back toward camp, Roxanne's last request pushing against her every step.

" Don't take me back to camp, okay?"

Roxanne had become infected.

[kylianswifey]

Car Accident - Kylian Mbappe x Reader

The reader and Kylian get in a car accident on their way home and it results in one of them being badly injured. ______________________________ Kylian's POV: "..and we all burst out laughing, it was so funny, baby" Y/N was telling a story our friend told at the party while I was in the bathroom. "She is just crazy. She's always been like that" I chuckle. "I know." she said but suddenly stopped talking and looked at the road. I was driving a little fast, but I wanted to be home as soon as possible because I had training tomorrow and I was so tired. Y/N gets very uncomfortable when I drive fast, but I think she's gotten used to it by now, she trusts me. "Ky, can you slow down, baby?" I place my hand on her thigh, still keeping my eyes on the road. I give her a little squeeze as a form of comfort. "It's okay, honey. Don't worry, relax." she didn't seem convinced but still decided to not argue any further. What happened next was the reason I regret not listening to her begs for me to slow down. Everything happened in a blink of an eye. I drove through an intersection and a car going full speed crashed into us, on Y/N side. Our car dragged across the road and finally crashed into a road barrier. I was dizzy. I was still in shock, I couldn't tell what happened. It all came to me when I took a look at Y/N. My heart dropped. She was covered in blood and was half awake. I moved my arms to reach out to her and I felt a sharp pain on my chest, but I didn't care. I only cared about her. It was my fault, everything was my fault. She looked panicked and in a lot of pain. "Y/N?" I reach out to her slowly and I touch her wet cheeks. She looked at me and started screaming in pain. "Kylian...Kylian, oh, my god, I'm in so much pain..aghh" I felt so weak, I wanted to kill myself right there. I tried my best to make her stay still. I reached for my phone and called 911. "Y/N, baby. It's going to be okay, stay still, please. Calm down, it's okay." she wasn't even listening to me. She just kept her eyes shut and yelped in pain. "Kylian, I don't want to die, please..." "No, no, no, no, you're not going to die, Y/N. We're both going to be okay. This will pass, I just need you to be strong, please." I felt my cheeks getting wet from my tears. This was a heartbreaking sight for me. The woman I love is in this horrible state because of me and I can't do anything to make her feel better. She kept squeezing my hand and yelping in pain. I ran my hand through her blood stained hair and said comforting words to her, hoping it would calm her down. "Shh..Shh... It's almost over, baby. The help is on the way, keep holding on." She stopped for a second and quickly turned her head to look at me. "Oh, my god. Kylian, are YOU okay? Are you hurt? You're bleeding from your arm-" I couldn't believe she cared about me in those moments, I was the reason we were in this state. "No, I'm okay. I'm okay, don't worry about me, please. I'm so so so sorry, honey. I'm sorry I put you through this." she shook her head, disagreeing with my statement. She was trying to not blame me for this. She rested her head back on the damaged head restraint. I looked at her, trying the keep her awake just like the paramedics on the phone told me to. I forgot about my own pain at all when I saw her drifting to sleep. I shook her head lightly. "No..no..no, Y/N, baby? You have to stay awake, okay?" "I can't keep my eyes open anymore, Ky." "Y/N, yes, you can. Look at me, tell me something." She couldn't even talk before she closed her eyes fully, not even listening to my words. "Y/N? Y/N? COME ON, BABY... OPEN YOUR EYES" I heard the sirens outside. An ambulance approached us and the paramedics rushed to her side. They took her and put her on the stretcher, carrying her inside the ambulance. A paramedic approached me. "Sir, you need to get checked out too." "No, I'm fine. I'm going with her." "Sir, plea-" "I SAID I'M FINE, PLEASE."

I rushed inside the ambulance and sat next to my girlfriend's side. I held her fragile hand in mine and cried hard. I was supposed to keep her safe, not put her through this. I felt so ashamed of my actions. She was still unconscious. I felt a paramedic's hand on my shoulder. He looked at me and give me a squeeze on the shoulder. "She's going to be okay. Her injuries don't seem life threatening. She will be okay." I felt a little relieved after he said that. Earlier, Y/N's words about not wanting to die made me go crazy. We reached the hospital and they took her in. Finally, a nurse convinced me to get checked out too. It took 20 minutes before they let me go and I rushed to the entrance of the room they took her in and sat on the hospital chair. After what felt like an eternity, a doctor came out. I stood up quickly and rushed to him. "How is Y/N?" "She isn't in any serious danger. She has a broken arm, bruises and a mild concussion. It will take some time for her to heal, but she won't have any permanent damages. She's resting right now, you can go inside if you want." "Thank you so much, doctor." I shook his hand and went inside. My beautiful girlfriend was sleeping peacefully on the bed. Her cuts and bruises looked less bloody and her arm was in a cast. I sat on the chair next to her bed and took her hand in mine. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. She was okay, but I could've lost her tonight. I felt so blessed having her with me. However, no matter what, I still felt shame. She shouldn't have been here. She should've been at home, laying on the bed with me, cuddling, making love. I didn't notice I had fallen asleep on the chair when a sudden movement woke me up from my nap. I looked at Y/N who was slowly opening her eyes. She looked around the room and landed her eyes on me. She gave me a small smile and closed her eyes again. She was tired, of course. "Y/N, baby. You're at he hospital. Everything is okay, you're not in any danger, but don't tire yourself, we will talk later, okay?" She gave me a nod and held my hand. She was trying to say something. "Ky, it's not your fault. I love you. I'm okay."

[ticklygiggles]

Tickletober Day 18: Nightmare

Ft. Uzui Tengen x Rengoku Kyojurou

A/N: Tengen and Rengoku, anyone? No? :)

Tengen frowned, fighting the sudden urge to open his eyes. He didn't want to wake up yet; he was tired, drained, and would very much thank every deity out there, (if there was any), if he could sleep for just a few more hours, but goodness sake, what was all that movement around him?!

Tengen groaned and he opened his eyes, finding darkness surrounding him. It was still dark outside? So why the hell was there so much noise? He growled and turning on his side, he found out that the source of all the movement and noise around him, was Rengoku, writhing in bed next to him, ragged gasps and sobs making him shake.

"Rengoku?" His voice came out weak, still too hoarse, but when he didn't get an answer, he noticed that Rengoku was still asleep, sweating as he mumbled unintelligible things under his breath.

"Rengoku," he said, this time a bit more firmly, but again, his voice didn't reach his lover. "Kyojurou!"

Rengoku's eyes snapped open and he sat up on the bed with a loud gasp. He was sweating profusely and he could hardly breathe as tears cascaded down his cheeks.

Tengen held his breath, surprised to see Rengoku in such a state. After what seemed like an eternity, he too sat up in bed and jumped when Rengoku swung around violently to look at him.

"Ky-Kyojurou? It's okay. It's me. Tengen," he whispered in concern, and slowly reached out a hand to hold Rengoku's. "Kyojurou?"

Rengoku tried to blink the tears away and when he finally could see Tengen properly, he let out a shaky breath. "Ten... gen... You- You were... And I was there, but I couldn't and Hinatsuru-san," he mumbled, quickly looking around and only relaxing when he found the three ladies cuddling on the other side of the bed, sleeping soundly.

"And- And my brother, he was there but I-"

"Shh." Tengen gently wrapped his arms around Rengoku's trembling body. "Shh, Kyojurou, we're all alright," he whispered, rubbing Rengoku's back. "It was just a nightmare. You're fine and we're fine too."

Rengoku didn't seem to discern between reality and his nightmare, but after a while, his arms hugged Tengen tightly, his face, still wet with sweat and warm tears, nuzzling against Tengen's shoulder.

"I've got you," Tengen mumbled, gently dragging Rengoku back down against the bed, still hugging him tenderly. "Everything's alright," he repeated, one of his hands moving up to massage Rengoku's scalp, the other rubbing up and down his back.

Rengoku buried his face against Tengen's chest and tried to regulate his breathing as he melted under the gentle attention. Some sobs still made him shake, but after a few minutes, he seemed to have completely calmed down.

"I'm sorry for waking you up," he whispered sheepishly and a chuckle rumbled inside Tengen's chest.

"Mhm, you didn't, though," he lied and smiled when he felt Rengoku chuckling. "Do you feel better?"

Rengoku nodded, "mhm, thanks to you."

"Oh yes, I know. I'm a hero, huh?" Rengoku laughed softly at that and he playfully slapped Tengen in the back. "Oi! What was that for?" He asked and his finger carding through Rengoku's hair, moved down to gently wiggle on the back of his neck.

Rengoku tilted his head as soft giggles escaped his lips. Tengen smiled fondly, his heart aching slightly seeing Rengoku's face a bit swollen after crying, but that smile pulling at his lips was as bright as always, making him feel butterflies.

"Stohohop! You'll wahahake uhup eheheveryohohone!" Rengoku giggled, shaking his head a little and pressing his body tighter against Tengen's in an attempt to escape those fingers tickling his neck.

Tengen chuckled, "I'm not the one giggling, though," he teased, his other hand sneaking under Rengoku's shirt, Tengen's fingers lightly tracing up his spine.

"Gahaha! It tihihickles!" Rengoku hid against Tengen's chest to muffle his giggling, squirming away from the tickly fingers that easily followed him. "Stohohop!"

"Should I?"

"Yehehes! I'll screheHEHAM!" Rengoku said, quickly covering his mouth with one of his hands as a sudden frantic laugh escaped his lips when Tengen's fingers wandered too far from his spine and to his ribs. "Plehehease!"

"Fine, fine," Tengen chuckled, his tickly touch replaced by firm rubs against his back. The tickling on his neck also changing to a massage that made Rengoku go limp between Tengen's arms. "Maybe we should go back to sleep, hmm?"

Rengoku hummed, "I'm... scared to sleep again."

Tengen stopped and looked down to find Rengoku avoiding his eyes with a blush dusting his cheeks. "Hey," he said softly, lifting Rengoku's chin to make him look at him. "Nothing bad will happen because I'll be holding you really tight, you know?" Rengoku chuckled. "I'm right here, Kyojurou, okay?"

Tengen pressed a soft kiss against Rengoku's forehead and Rengoku closed his eyes, melting under the soft affection. He nodded softly and found a spot underneath Tengen's chin.

"Goodnight, Tengen," he mumbled, already half asleep.

Tengen smiled fondly, "Goodnight, Kyojurou."

Tengen hoped Rengoku could have a better rest of the night and he also hoped his wives wouldn't be too worried seeing Rengoku's, highly probably, puffy eyes in the morning, but for now, he was happy to know Rengoku felt safe between his arms.

[missmewts]

sloppy blow//kyle spencer

pairings; post death kyle spencer, male gender neutral reader

rating; mature

warnings; smut; m x m, blowjobs, handjob, vv soft ky 💕, mentions of overstimulating ky (he came, like, eight times), praise, sorta proofread, but not very well

i use this gif way too much forgive me

his noises were precious, priceless. while his skin was torn, and not all body parts were his, he sure as hell could feel all of it. your hands grazed his arched back, running down his spine and circling to grasp his hips. his muscles flinched under your touch, but they warmed up to you relatively fast.

his skin was hot and sweaty, the smell of that and his multiple orgasms joining forces to form the sweet scent of sex. your head lifted at last second, and he came, yet again, in the growing pool of cum in the dip on his stomach. he threw his head back, sweat-doused blond curls pressing against his forehead. his seventh final moan was shaky and broken from overstimulation, but within seconds, he was hard again.

his back slowly lowered from its arch, and soft whimpers erupted from his throat. 'no more. tired.' he murmured, his hands slowly releasing their grip on your sheet. 'are you, ky?' you asked, both hands accentuating the curves in his sides, squeezing the slight pudge that formed love handles. kyle let his mouth fall open, a high whine falling past plump lips.

a sharp gasp pierced his throat when you pinched his nipple. hands found your forearms, his eyes drooping with exhaustion and brimmed with tears. 'more.' he whispered, relaxing in your touch when you came down to kiss the scars lining his collar bones. when you pulled away, he whined, covering his reddened face.

'ky,' you said, lowering into a seated position beside him. he sat up slightly, leaning on his elbows. the white resting on his pale stomach seeped into the fine hair acting as a treasure trail. 'c'mere, baby.' you told him, and he was quick to scramble up. neither of you cared about the mess he made of his own orgasms very much. with you leaned back on your elbows, he sat beside you on his hip, his arm balancing him.

'your turn?' he asked, his delicate hands grazing your stomach. you nodded. 'if you aren't too ti-' kyle practically threw himself to the end of the bed. 'not tired anymore.' he said quickly. he grinned at the sound of your laugh, backing up a bit as your knees bent over the edge of the mattress. 'silly, ky. on your knees.' kyle didn't hesitate to drop down, his hands holding your knees for stabilization. he got cozy between your thighs, his sticky stomach pressed against the edge of the bed and his arms laid lazily on top of your thighs.

your fingers combed through his hair, his head dropping to rest his cheek on your thigh as he stoked you slowly. 'such a good boy. pretty, pretty boy.' you murmured, pushing wet hair back along his scalp. his eyes were focused on you, looking for any sort of negative reaction as he lifted the pace of his hand. he got frustrated at your lack of response, and just decided to take you in whole.

the nice thing about kyle, is that after his death, his gag reflex had taken a maternity leave or something. so, when you hit the back of his throat almost immediately, your head fell back in a desperate gasp. his mouth had already been overly salivated from drool, so when he began bobbing, his throat made slick, crude sounds. drool seeped down his lips, hanging on for dear life as he placed his hands on your thighs.

he moaned at the volume of your noises, and it felt like your whole body had vibrated. you took his hand, lifting his index and middle finger, tapping your thigh twice before letting go and tangling your fingers in his hair. he tapped your thigh in response, giving you his consent, and you bucked your hips, holding his head down. his nose pressed against your skin. his hands dove down and ran lazy circles into your calves.

it was the sight below you that set off your orgasm. kyle, seated before you with his heels digging into the back of his thighs. drool following his lips, swaying from side to side. his left hand stroked his own erection lazily.

you made it a priority to cum on his face. he closed his eyes when you pulled out and placed your tip on the apple of his cheek. he always looked so pretty in white.

you kneeled down in front of him when you had finished, wiping remnants of the sticky substance off of his face. 'pretty baby. my pretty boy.' your hands found his hard on, still being played with, with lazy fingers. 'last one.' kyle murmured, as you began jerking him off. 'last one.' you agreed, placing a hand on his lower back to stable him. he must've been incredibly sensitive, from the repetitive orgasms he had earlier, so you didn't blame him when he finished upon the very touch of you.

his head fell to your shoulder, planting sloppy kisses as you rubbed his upper back. kyle murmured something. your hand on his back slowed. 'hm?'

kyle shifted, resting his head on your chest. 'love... love you.'

'i love you too, ky.'

[mrs-march-ahs]

How the Evans Cheer You Up

Headcannons and a short imagine for how the boys would cheer you up

I know this idea has been to done to death but I really wanted to have my own go at it. I sincerely hope you like it. I’m still unsure with this one. I tried to make up different reasons for the reader to be upset, I hope they all sound like reasonable reasons to cry. :)

Tate

-Notices you’re upset, so he comes and approaches you slowly

-Understands if you don’t want to talk about it

-Subtly checks your wrists to make sure you haven’t cut yourself

-Comes and rubs your back

-Tries to make some light jokes to see how they land

-If he’s in a particularly goofy mood, he’d come and tickle you to cheer you up

----

Tate’s heart races as he runs up the stairs and stands in front of the door to your bedroom. With you still alive, occasionally school days and family trips set you two apart for longer periods of times. After not seeing you for a long weekend, he opens the door to your room, and looks at you laid on the bed, facing the window. He quietly walks in and shuts the door behind him, before creeping you behind you. Then, suddenly, he jumps up on the bed and puts his hands on your tummy, tickling away. You look up at him angrily and push him off you, making him open his mouth in shock.

“Heyyy, I’m sorry, I’m just messing about… just happy to finally see you”, he says happily and leans in for a kiss, but you lean back and look at him. He sits down, genuinely hurt at your reluctance.

“Should I… leave?”, he says quietly, like he’s afraid of the answer. But instead of giving him one, you explain your worries.

“Tate… we got turbulence… really really bad”. He softly takes your hands and kisses your knuckles, slightly calmed down by the fact you’re not mad at him.

“I know it’s scary, but it happens, baby”

“No…no… I thought I might die”, you pull your hands away from him. “Tate, what if I died? Away from the house?”. Your voice gets louder and shakier, and tears fill your eyes. Tate quickly swoops you onto his lap and wraps his hands tightly around you.

“What… is our future? We can’t move out together… we-…”, you are interrupted by Tate shushing you, and holding your face so you look at him.

“Stop worrying so much about the future, I just want to be with you now”, Tate says. Every word that comes out of his mouth drips with sadness and worry, but his eyes look hopeful and… in love.

Kit

-Comes up behind you and softly talks to you, to not scare you

-Stands behind you and wraps his arms around you

-Kisses your cheek or your shoulder

-Wipes or kisses your tears away

-Suggests doing something together like watching a film

-Cuddles you throughout and makes sure you’re watching and not distracted

-Insists you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to

-A few days after you being upset, he would subtly try to talk to you about what you were upset about

-Always up for ways to be a better husband and ways to improve the relationship

---- Taking a step towards the fridge, you slip slightly on the butter you dropped earlier. You manage to hold onto the counter and not fall completely, but groan loudly in annoyance. Today wasn’t your day. You wipe the floor clean and get eggs out of the fridge, and as you take one out of the carton, you are greeted with the sound of the front door opening, and your husband entering. You turn around and he gives you a big warm smile. You manage to return the smile, and you focus on cracking the egg on the edge of the bowl. “Whatchu makin’, Miss Walka?”, he questions.

“Cupcakes, red velvet, your favourite”, you say with a monotone voice. You crack the egg into the bowl and sigh loudly when a part of the shell falls in. Kit walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, and you fish the shell out of the bowl. He kisses your shoulder lovingly, watching you stir the bowl, and lets out a breathy laugh when some of the flour spills out and falls on the floor.

“Lemme get that, clutz”, Kit laughs, and bends down to wipe the floor with a towel. But once he stands back up and goes to kiss your cheek, he notices the tears in your eyes and immediately squeezes you into a tight hug.

“Hey, hey”, he warmly coos, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t know it’d upset you”. Guilt fills your heart when you hear Kit blaming himself.

“It’s not that”, you sniffle into his chest, “I can’t seem to get anything right today”. You look up at the ceiling, refusing to cry over spilled flour. Kit looks down at you with a worried expression and cups your cheek. He kisses your nose and rubs your back, and all the subtle, sweet and loving gestures together make you cry. You quickly push your face against his chest and breathe in his scent, hoping to calm down. Kit doesn’t judge you, instead rests his head against yours and continues to rub your back. You take a deep breath of Kit’s aroma and can’t help but feel safer and protected. A combination of his muscly arms wrapped around you and his manly smell feels like home.

 Kyle

-At first, he’d solely try to cheer you up and hope it’s nothing major

-"Heyyyy, what’s with the tears, hm?”

- Rub your back and ask what’s wrong

-Wouldn’t take “fine”, or “it’s nothing” for an answer

-He’d squat down next to your bed and look at you as you told him

-He’d listen carefully and keep strong eye contact as you told him, to show he’s listening

-Would stroke your cheek as you told him and wipe any tears away

-Would suggest going to a party or going out bowling or doing something fun

- “I don’t want you in your bed rotting away in sadness, let’s go ice-skating”

-But if you wanted to, he would definitely have a movie night

- “Hey since we’re going to watch a whole loada movies anyway, how about Star Wars?... Hey hey no don’t cry”

Franken Kyle

-Would come and sit with you

-Touch your tears and then look at his finger

-He wouldn’t know what’s happening but he’d know it’s bad

-He’s point at your watery eye

-Look at you concerned

----

You sob quietly into your pillow and take deep breathes, trying to calm yourself down. It was the afternoon, and you knew it was soon time to make some dinner for Kyle, and make sure he eats it. You loved him with every inch of your soul, and you didn’t mind taking care of him, but sometimes it felt you were raising him. The pressure of shaping him to be a member of society sometimes got to you too much, but always let it slide. After so long of it rotting inside you, the built-up pressure and guilt overflowed and you couldn’t help but spend a minute crying. You sniffle quietly and soon see the door very slowly open, and Kyle’s blank expression peeking out. You smile at him and quickly sit up, and as he closes the door and walks towards you, you try to wipe all of your tears to not concern him. He looks at your face closely with furrowed and intrigued eyebrows and points at your tear-filled eye. You sniffle and put your hand on his shoulder.

“These are called ‘tears’, Ky”, you gently explain to him. He knew a few words, and though communication wasn’t the biggest issue, it took him a while to get comfortable using new words, and he got frustrated very easily when he got things wrong. Looking at him open his mouth and his dry lips tremble, your heart shattered, knowing that he has so much to say but struggles to express himself. A tear escapes your eye and rolls down your cheek, and you sigh softly. Kyle cups your cheek with his warm hand and looks at you.

“T-Tears…mm…bad”, he grunts, “No…tears”. He wipes your tear with his thumb and puts his arm around you. You melt against his soft skin and can’t help but smile, reassured that you’re doing your job right.

 Jimmy

-He’d focus on cheering you up rather than listening

-He’d keep making jokes to lighten the mood

-He’d just want to see you smile rather than fix the problem

-He would cuddle you though

-And he’d stroke your hair and back

-Might tell you about his day to distract you, or tell you a story

-Subtle compliments

-“You’re too pretty to be upset”

- “What does my princess have to be sad about?”

- “Who upset my little girl? Does somebody need a Jimmy Darling ass-kicking?”

----

The warmth of Jimmy’s hands rubbing your back comforts you, as you push your face against his chest and sniffle into it softly. He pulls the blanket from the end of the bed over both of you and puts his head on top of yours. He gently shushes against your head and you breathe deeply, trying to calm yourself.

“Hey, look at me doll”, he says softly, and looks down at you. You wipe your face against his shirt and look up at him, making him grimace and laugh.

“I know this shirt is white, but I think you’re confusing it with a tissue”.

You can’t help but laugh, looking at the massive wet stain on Jimmy’s chest. Jimmy smiles down at you, finally seeing your beautiful smile, and pulls you back into his chest. He places a tender kiss on the top of your head, knowing that this too, will pass.  

 James

- “Darling, has something upset you?”

-Would not take no for an answer, even if you really didn’t want to talk about it

- “Who’s responsible for your tears? I demand an answer…the person to upset my Queen must pay”

-If you weren’t upset at somebody and just had a bad day, he’d ask to cuddle

- “Physical contact always comforts you; shall we engage in affection?”

-He’d hesitantly stroke your hair as you cried into his chest

-If you explained why you were upset, he would have an intense conversation with you about it

-If you were insecure for example, he would sit you up and look into your eyes and tell you how incredible you are

-Not softly, though

----

James’ eyes wander around the room, desperately searching for the right things to say to try and comfort you, as you gently sniffled against his chest. He holds his hands on your lower back while you straddle him, and he occasionally slides his finger across your cheek and wipes your tears against the bed. The silence of your sadness kills James, and he speaks up.

“I simply do not understand how you could look in the mirror, wearing that dress, and not fall in love”

You sigh softly and close your eyes, knowing you already explained it to him when he walked in on you trying it on, upset in the mirror at how you filled the dress.

“I look terrible, it’s such an important night, such a gorgeous dress, and I’m ruining everything”, you whimper. “I might as well not go at all… just go to Devil’s night tomorrow by yourself. I don’t want to ruin your birthday by you having to show up with me”.

The self-depreciating words about your appearance make James gasp and push you back to face him. He cups your face with both hands and looks you deep in your emerald/ ocean colored/ chocolate/ grey /hazelnut eyes.

“Nonsense darling!”, he says, looking at you with puppy eyes and pleading eyebrows. “I simply must be accompanied to Devil’s night by my beautiful bride”. You exhale softly and look at him, knowing how much this means to James.

“When I first laid my eyes on you, I felt immediate infatuation”, he says softly, hoping to make you melt. “If you had told me that the gorgeous woman blessing my hotel with her presence will one day become Mrs. March, I wouldn’t have believed you, and I would have sent Iris to buy a lottery ticket”.

Although the sweet words made you smile, you found it hard to believe that you landed such an incredible man, and that he was that in love with you.

“Thank you, Jimmy”, you reply, hoping to see James smile. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he frowns. “It breaks my heart to know that you don’t believe me”.

You lean into his hand and close your eyes for a second.

“I’m sorry, my self-esteem is all over the place. I have better and worse days”.

“As we all, darling. But somebody like you shouldn’t question their worth, even on the worst of days”. James places a passionate kiss on your trembling lips, and pulls you into his chest.

 Kai

-He would enjoy seeing you upset, mainly because every weakness is an opportunity for growth

-But also it’d turn him on

-He wouldn’t be soft on you, put his arm around you, or even squat next to you

-He’s sit by you and make you talk yourself out of being upset

-If you learned into to hug him, he’d refuse

-He’d insist that you can resolve this yourself

-He’d tell you that he’s proud of you once you did overcome it

-If you solved the problem or talked yourself out of it, but were still gloomy for the day, then he might be a little softer

-Not physically but he’d give you a few compliments to cheer you up

- “I knew you’d be able to solve this yourself”

----

You sit on the sofa with your head in your hands, looking at the ground. Tears fill your eyes, and your heart feels like it’s shrinking. You blink hard and watch the tears fall to the ground, and sink into the carpet, leaving tiny wet patches. In the silent basement, with your tears splashing and quiet weeps being the only sound, you heard immediately as Kai walked down the stairs, but you didn’t dare to look up at him, knowing that he would never console you. Although you knew Kai very well, and knew that he didn’t really have a soft side, you couldn’t help but feel comforted by his presence, and when he sits down next to you on the couch, you look up at him and put your arms around him. But as usual, he leans away from the hug and holds your wrists. He lays them gently on your lap and looks at you, with slight concern in his eyes.

“What’s the matter?”, he whispers to you.

“I’m worried that you’ll leave me…for somebody better”, you reply, trying to keep your cries at bay, knowing Kai can’t stand sniffling and sobbing.

“Somebody better”, he echoed.

“Somebody w-with views like yours… somebody you could talk to better than you can with me”

“You’re scared I’ll leave you for somebody with views like mine”

“I mean… I know you’re not dating me for my views and they’re n-not that important but…maybe”, you explain yourself. Though Kai wasn’t saying anything new, repeating your sad words to you made you realize how they sounded.

“I know it’s unreasonable”, you continue, “But I’m insecure”. He hums listening to you and shakes his head slowly, watching you wipe your tears. Ever since dating Kai, you always felt like you needed validation from him for everything. Even the way you felt. So, despite him not asking, you go on mumbling about your insecurities.

“I know y-you love me but- ”, you hesitate. You look up at him with your sad pleasing eyes and he gives you a loving and reassuring smile. You look into his eyes and whisper, “no buts”. He smiles wider at you and puts his arm around you.

“I knew there was no reason for me to intervene”, he says softly and cups your cheek. “You talked yourself out of it, all by yourself”. He rubs your tears with his thumb and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. Perhaps Divine Ruler did have a soft side after all.

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

One Night...

This is part 2 to One Night 12 Days Ago...

WARNINGS: Fluff, 18+ readers, smut, oral (f-receiving), unprotected sex, breast play, breastfeeding kink? Daddy!Bucky, Papa!Bucky, self loathing, own body shame, body worship

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Bucky ignored the princess tiara that was sat on his head thanks to Morgan making him wear it (along with Sam and Steve), and focused on you and his little girl. Even though she was here and almost four months old, Bucky still couldn't believe she was actually real and all his and yours. She was perfect. You, we're perfect.

"Buck, you listening?" Steve nudged his friend.

Bucky blinked and tore his gaze away from you as you fed his daughter. "Hmm?"

"Course he ain't listening. Look at him, all lovesick puppy, drooling over his baby's mama." Sam teased before taking a swig of his beer.

Bucky let out a heavy sigh making both men laugh at him.

"Ignore him, Buck, he's just jealous." Steve smiled and put his hand on Bucky's shoulder. "How is fatherhood treating you?"

Bucky's lips stretched out into a giant grin. "It's great."

He really loved being a dad. The past year had been a roller-coaster of emotions, but Bucky didn't regret his decision he made that day you told him.

"And how's the new house coming along? Y/N said you've been working hard." Steve smiled, although he was a little disheartened he hadn't had the time recently to help you and Bucky out.

"Almost finished." Bucky grinned, "Just got the master bedroom and guest room to redecorate and then that's the whole house."

"Then you've got the yard to start." Sam reminded.

Bucky nodded, "Yeah... Gonna need all the help I can get with that." He chuckled.

"I've got some time off coming up, Bucky. I'll come visit you guys and help out." Steve smiled proudly at his best friend.

"Me too." Sam offered, "Plus, we could always get Groot to help out." The three men burst out laughing together.

"... It's our one year anniversary tomorrow," Bucky smiled. "I'm gonna-"

A high pitched wail cut Bucky off and put him on high alert. "Oh, baby," You cooed softly as your little girl began crying. You stood up, rocking your daughter as big fat tears rolled down her cheeks. "Are those nasty teeth bugging you again." You spoke softly, "Shall we get papa to help? Hmm?"

Bucky's heart broke, "Duty calls." Bucky quickly jogged over to where you were. "Papa's here, princess," Bucky scooped his little girl up, kissing her little cheek softly before letting her suckle softly on his left index finger.

Who would have thought the hand Bucky was so scared of for all those years, would be the only thing to bring his little girl comfort.

Steve and Sam watched from afar, shaking their heads as they drank their beer.

"Ugh, it's sickening, isn't it?" Sam smirked.

Steve nodded and smiled to himself as he watched Bucky calm your daughter down like a pro. "Disgusting really."

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Pepper was looking after your little girl, Bucky was downstairs cooking your anniversary meal whilst you were stood in front of your floor length mirror frowning.

All day you'd been excited for tonight, you'd even bought yourself a new dress. But then you put it on and began to doubt the decision because of the way you felt you looked. Bucky was a fool to be with you. Not that he had any choice. He'd be better off with someone different. God, you hated yourself.

"Why are you crying?"

You looked up from your reflection and met Bucky's eyes in the mirror, surprised by his presence. "Oh, hormones-"

"Don't." Bucky sighed as he stepped into your shared bedroom. "I know when you're lying, Y/N." He frowned softly at you as he came up behind you. He rested his hands on your hips and rested his chin on your shoulder. "You look beautiful." He whispered.

"I don't have any make up on yet, Buck." You scoffed and stepped out of his hold.

Bucky frowned, "You don't need it."

You scoffed again. "Right. Cause bags under the eyes is such a sexy look. Not that you'd know," You muttered.

"You don't have bags, Y/N. And, you never answered my question."

"It doesn't matter." You whispered, sitting down on your side of the bed.

"It does. If something has upset you, tell me, I can fix it and make it better." He smiled softly at you.

You shook your head, "You can't fix me, so... Just forget it."

Bucky stared at you with his mouth gaped. "Fix you? What are you talking about? You don't need to be fixed."

"Yes I do." You looked up at him. "My body has changed, it's saged and stretched and... I'm not, like you. I'm getting old..."

"You're still beautiful, Y/N. And, you're body changed because it was growing our little girl. It changed for the better. And, you haven't saged..." Bucky smiled as he walked up to you. He reached down and pulled you up onto your feet. He pinched your chin and lifted your face to look at him. "You're still the same woman I fell in love with."

Before any words could pass your lips Bucky kissed you deeply. Your hands moved up his sides and up to his shoulders, hugging him closer to you as Bucky held your face close to his.

"Let me show you," Bucky whispered against your lips. "Like you showed me, when I would feel down..." Bucky kissed you softly. "Let me love you..." He trailed his lips across your jaw and down the side of your neck, smirking against your skin as you let out a breathy moans, "... Like you love me."

"Yes," You crashed your mouth against his in a heavy kiss, pulling at his shirt.

You worked together to undress one another, your lips and teeth leaving trails across each other's skin with soft praises.

Bucky let out a soft moan as he knelt back from you, his hands sliding up your thighs as he took in your naked body underneath him. "I've missed you, baby," He leaned over and pressed a light kiss to your right hip and then your left before pressing one to the stretch marks just to the side of your belly button. "Your so beautiful... Even more than before... My sexy... Mama," Bucky smirked, kissing everywhere he could.

You let out a small giggle, pushing on his forehead to get him to stop. "Bucky, I need you... Please."

Bucky smirked as he leaned over you, "Gotta let daddy have a taste first, baby."

You let out a low moan and nodded as you bit your bottom lip.

Bucky moved back down your bottom. Lightly flicking his tongue over your nipples as he fif, smirking as you mewled and gasped at the sensation. He trailed his lips down your body until he came to your thighs. He lifted your legs and put them over his shoulders brfitr he dived right in.

"Fuck!" You cried out as Bucky devoured your cunt.

Bucky wasn't lying when he said he'd missed you. Since you'd given birth to your baby girl had been born, you'd put a wall up around yourself. You hardly showed your beautiful body off any more. He missed being intimate with you, and not just because the sex was always great. He missed showering or bathing with you. He missed laying around naked in bed doing nothing, laughing and making jokes, or walking around in your underwear as you talked first thing on a morning. He missed massaging your sore feet or painting your toe nails for you because you couldn't bend down to do them. He even missed when you did his that one time. He missed just being close to you.

You whined pushing yourself up on your elbows when Bucky pulled back just before you came.

Bucky chuckled as he pushed himself up. "What? You thought I was gonna let you cum just like that?" He winked.

"Tease," You pouted.

Bucky crawled over you until he came eye to eye with you. "Like you don't tease me." He grinned down at you and pressed a kiss to your lips.

"Please... Bucky," You breathed heavily as Bu KY trailed his lips down your throat.

Bucky smirked against you, "Think you're ready, baby? Shouldn't I open you up?"

"Just fuck me, Bucky," You moaned deeply as he lightly bit your shoulder. "Please."

Bucky crashed his his lips hard against yours as he slipped his cock through your slick pussy. You both moaned softly, hands holding each other closer.

You let out a long drawn out moan as Bucky slowly pushed the head of his cock inside your pussy.

"Fuck," You both moaned together.

You tightened your arms around Bucky's body, pulling him closer as he rolled his hips, pushing his cock deeper. Your nails dug into Bucky's back, leaving behind half moon crests.

"Fuck," Bucky panted, "Baby, you feel so good," He ran his nose along the length of your neck.

Your eyes rolled back as Bucky lightly bit your neck and lathered his tongue over the marks. You let out a soft gasp as you felt something wet smudge against Bucky's chest. "Buck, I'm-"

"Shit," Bucky pulled back and looked down to your chest. White droplets pebbled from your nipples. "Oh, baby," He whispered before he bent down and began to softly lick at your left nipple, moaning at the sweet taste of your milk. "... So... Good,"

You muttered and whimpered, wrapping your legs around Bucky's waist as he drove his hips harder into you. "Yes! Oh," Your eyes screwed shut as tingles ran across your skin. "Oh god, yes... Yes!" Your body spasmed as your toes curled and your orgasm ran through your body.

Bucky's stilled as he followed, breathing heavily against your neck and he squeezed your body against his. "Fuck," He kissed your shoulder softly and repeatedly. Bucky slowly and carefully pulled out of you as not to hurt your sensitive body and rolled over onto his side. "I-"

The scent of something burning hit your nostrils. "Did you leave the oven-" Before you could finish the sound of the fire alarm cut you off.

"Oh, fuck!" Bucky quickly jumped out of bed, quickly grabbing his pants as he ran out the door.

You let out an amused giggle, slowly and carefully getting out of bed. You'd missed your body feeling this way. You missed being with Bucky.

"What the?" Your toes touched something as your feet touched the floor. You frowned softly at the small box on the floor.

Bucky huffed angrily as he slammed the burnt chicken down on the side. Everything was going perfect. "Damn it!"

"Bucky,"

"I'm sorry, baby, I fucked up." He sighed deeply and leaned against the counter so his back was to you. "What shall we do? Take out? Or, make a sandwich?" He huffed out a laugh before letting out a frustrated sigh.

You sighed softly, "Buck," You whispered, slowly walking around the counter until you came up behind him. "You didn't fuck up," You gently trailed your hands around Bucky's waist and over his toned stomach. "You got carried away." You giggled, pressing your lips against Bucky's naked back.

Bucky sighed. "M'sorry, doll, I wanted it to be special." He reached up with his flesh hand and took yours as they settled on his pecks.

You smiled against his back. "It is." You tapped your left hand against his chest. "See? I love you too, Bucky."

Bucky frowned and looked down. His eyes widened as he they landed on your ring finger. "God damn it," He groaned and took your left hand in his metal fingers. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at you. "We've still got dessert..."