#LOOKING AT YOU. KY EYES WET WITH TEARS

[arsene-fixates]

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

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[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

[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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[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 🥹💜

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“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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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."

[deputygonebye]

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

Dark and Angsty Sentence Starters

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.

[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

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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?”

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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

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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”

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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..."

[babbushka]

3E or F6 from the smut prompt list with Supreme Leader Kylo for Sinday? ❤️

Anonymous said: Hi Zannah! For Sinday, can I request Supreme leader Kylo with his Empress and some Knights of Ren NSFW? Have a lovely weekend!! <333

(2.1k, NSFW: Exhibitionism, possessive behavior, big mean dom!Kylo Ren, manhandling, naked woman + clothed male, PIV, throne sex, come as lube, voyeurism [Kylo making the Knights sit back and watch him fuck you])  

The mission was, by all accounts a failure. This didn’t happen often, certainly not since Kylo had cut the bastardly Snoke into two and assumed his rightful position on the throne. Failure was not an option, Kylo knew this. The Knights of Ren knew this. Now more than ever, the might of the First Order could not afford to fail…and yet.

Yet when the Knights return empty-handed after nearly six weeks being away, it would seem that Kylo was faced with having to punish them for their inadequacies, and so when the recount the struggles of their mission, Kylo is only paying half attention. Because the other half of his mind is reaching out, calling out, to you.

It doesn’t take long for you to join them in the throne room. Kylo atop his grand seat, in all his finery. You have eyes only for him as you enter, a great pleased smile on your face as your robes swish behind you. They’re nearly see-through, the robes. Sheer fabrics layered over one another to create a billowing draped effect formed to your shape perfectly – just sheer enough for anyone to see that you aren’t wearing anything underneath.

“You wanted to see me, darling?” Your voice is gentle, a soothing balm on Kylo’s bad temper. He hasn’t lashed out yet, still hasn’t decided if he will or not.

For this moment, Kylo pats his thigh, wanting you to be on top of him, wanting you to be as close as humanly possible. You go eagerly, climbing up the steps which elevate him off the floor of the room, your body molding to his as Kylo’s jaw clenches.

“The Knights are back.” He says, and you look over your shoulder, seemingly having missed them in your desire to be near your husband.

“Oh!” The happiness in your voice only makes Kylo’s bad mood darken, because he knows how much you like it when they have you as a reward for a job well done.

“They’ve failed us.” He tells you, and he can feel it in the moment when you realize, when disappointment washes through you. Kylo’s jaw clenches again – not only have the Knights failed him, but they have failed you too, and that is simply something he cannot abide by.

“Oh.” You tsk your tongue on the roof of your mouth, returning your attention to swiping slow heated licks of your tongue across Kylo’s cheek, hands fisting in his tunic as you whisper, “What will we do with them?”

Kylo can feel how horny you are, he could feel it from across the star destroyer. He knows the Knights can feel it too, standing in the straight line before you both. Kylo can feel the anxiety in their bones, the way they want to reach out and touch you. As you squirm and whine softly in Kylo’s ear, clutching at him and kissing at his warm skin, he cradles the back of your head and holds you tight.

“I think a better question is, what will we do without them?” Kylo murmurs, before guiding your mouth to his, opening it with his tongue and sloppily swallowing down the moan that you sigh out.

You kiss for a long while, until Kylo can feel the pulse of your cunt across his lap. Unable to resist you any longer, he begins pulling at the ties and buttons that hold your robes together, watching hungrily as the silks and sheer fabrics slip off your body, pooling onto the floor.

“If you touch yourself I’ll cut the limb off, understood?” Kylo speaks, addressing the Knights for the first time since they dared to return empty-handed, and one of them, Vicrul, dares to be bold again.

“Master this – ” He starts, but Kylo throws the Force his way, a harsh warning around Vicrul’s throat that has him silenced at once.

“Understood?” Kylo asks again, this time the flicker flare of redorangeyellow in his eyes, and the Knights straighten their backs in the wake of his power.

“Yes master.” They reply in unison, statuesque and obedient.

They don’t fool him, not Kylo, who can read their minds, who can hear the litany of thoughts linking between them all -- the overwhelming desire to indulge in pleasure. Kylo can’t help but think of something you once said to him a long long time ago, when he was not more than a Commander himself: only good Knights get to come.

“How do you want me, Supreme Leader?” You whisper, knowing they can hear.

Kylo debates that for a moment, eventually settling on turning your naked body around so that your back is no longer facing them. He’s still fully dressed of course, but in the shifting of it all, he manages to pull his cock out of his trousers. Understanding straight away, you grasp it and ease it right at your folds so that when you sink back down, his cock spears into you, the hard curve of it pushing at your cunt.

“Just like this, let them see what they’re missing, what they haven’t earned.” He tries to keep some level of composure, even if his hands are sweating inside his gloves.

You begin to move at once, a slow steady swivel of your hips, back and forth back and forth, lifting yourself up just enough to thrust back down onto him. Your knees rest on either side of his thick thighs, but Kylo isn’t so sure he wants you doing any of the work today. So instead, he gently guides you to recline against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder as your eyes flutter closed, your body stretched out and on display for them to see.

“Stars you’re soaking wet.” Kylo wraps his large gloved hands around your thighs and keeps them in place as he fucks up into you, sending the sticky sweet squelch of your cunt echoing around the room, “Been playing with this pretty pussy all day? Is that it?”

“Mmhmm – oh! I wanted to get fucked, wanted to be ready for you.” You moan, your nipples stiff as your breasts bounce with the growing force of his thrusts.

Where you had moved slowly, Kylo is not so patient, and he digs his fingers into your flesh to thrust up up up, hard and rough, punching out gasps and moans from you as his teeth sink into that shoulder of yours, a pleasurable pain.

“Your cock’s so big, yesyesyes! I want more, I want it harder.” You order, and he is happy to oblige, happy to give you what you want. He will always give you what you want, especially when the Knights can’t.

Kylo speeds himself up, holds you tighter, his cock pounding into you. It takes considerable effort from this position, but it’s worth it, he can do it and you want him to and so he will. From this spot on your shoulder, he can look down between your tits and see the beads of sweat that drip, the drool that’s spilling over your open mouth.

“I love your tits, squeezing them.” Kylo announces as he does just that, as he pinches your nipples hard between his fingers, tugs on them. The stimulation makes you whine, makes your knees try to pinch together even though they can’t. Kylo sucks marks onto your neck and shoulder, worries your earlobe between his teeth, “Be a good girl and spread your legs, let them see how wet you are for me.”

You hiccup out a moan as you force your legs wider, your pussy spread open, Kylo’s cock rammed deep inside of it. The Knights watch as he fucks you, they shift in their places, hands clenching and unclenching at their sides. Good, he thinks, let them grow jealous, be jealous of him that he has you, especially when you start crying out his name.

“Kylo! Kylo it’s – ohhhh yes! Right there!” Your eyes roll back into your head, and your toes begin to curl, your body shuddering and shaking.

“Are you going to come?” Kylo asks loudly as he finds your gspot, nudges the head of his cock against it over and over and over again, making your body wrestle in his grip, limbs jolting with electric pleasure.

“Yes, yes please Kylo let me? I want to come on your hard cock, please?” You beg, your lashes wet with tears as your chest heaves, all eyes on you. Knowing that they’re watching only makes you moan again, basking in their attention, in the attention coming from all around you.

Kylo smiles and presses a chaste kiss to the edge of your jaw, taking one of his hands away from your breast and instead letting the hot leather rub against your swollen, desperate clit, giving you what you want.

“I’m not going to stop, understand that? Even if you come I’m going to keep touching you like this.” He warns lowly, wanting to drag this out for as long as he possibly can. His fingers roll lazy circles around it, pressing down and rubbing up and down, petting your pussy, stroking your folds.

“Okay!! I want it, I want that, please let me come?” Your voice is breathy and high and Kylo nods, fucking against your gspot at the same time as he tweaks your clit, a sharp shout tearing out of your throat as you gush and gush on his cock.

“Mmmm, I love the way you squeeze my dick, precious.” Kylo smirks, feeling the way your cunt flutters and clenches in its orgasm, your hips and thighs moving moving moving like a wiggle worm, chasing after the feeling, fucking yourself through your own pleasure. Kylo kisses your tear-stained cheek and smiles, “Be loud, it’s okay, I want you to be loud for me.”

“Kylo!” You moan, as he holds up to his promise and continues to rub rub rub at your clit, even as the waves of heat and pleasure ripple spark snap up your spine, “Kylo please – please I – oh it’s good – fuck!”

“I know, you can take it, be good and take it.” Kylo’s voice is dark and dangerous, and there’s that flicker of something unspeakable in his eye again, one that is feeding off of the passion and lust and desire and love that you have for him.

“Ah, ah Ky-Kylo…!” You scream as your back arches, as your head thuds against the throne with the force of your body convulsing, his cock still fucking you, fingers still touching you, overwhelming you to the most delicious point.

“I’ve got you, I’m not done with you yet.” Kylo hums, a little shake of his head as he takes advantage of the limpness of your body as you revel in your orgasm.

Sitting up straight, Kylo uses the leverage of the throne to fuck up up up into you harder, fast and rough again, your come slicking him up and driving him faster, harder. Your body shakes and you can barely hang on, your head thrown back and eyes rolled into your skull, mouth dropped open just enough for Kylo to pull his fingers away from your clit and stuff them against your tongue instead.

He takes you like this for a long while, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you, the entire throne room a cacophony of your moans and his loud grunts. His thighs burn, he’s sweating inside his clothing, heat building up in the pit of his stomach.

Kylo doesn’t warn you when he comes, he only bites down on your shoulder hard enough to leave indents in the shape of his crooked crescent, and blows his load inside of you. Gulping down air, the both of you breathe in sync as come floods your cunt, overflowing, oozing out around his cock when he thrusts in a slower pace, trying to milk it for all he can. You’re blissed out of your fucking mind, a bad case of the giggles as you come down from your high, slumping against his chest.  

“You did so well; look how full you are, so beautiful.” Kylo smiles, happy that you’re happy, his anger at the Knights all but evaporated as he kisses your cheek and whispers, “Love you.”  

“Mmmhmm.” Is all you can manage back, but he knows that means you love him too.

With a final regard to his Knights, as he licks the sweat off of your throat, he can tell that they’ve learned their lesson. Each and every one of them is pent up, hard as a rock or dripping wet inside their own clothing, and so having decided he’s tormented them long enough, he turns his attention fully to being close with you, after a wave of his hand and a tired,

“Dismissed.”

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[dunkzillla]

“okay, okay, slow down. breathe for a sec.” for reDRagon?

my beloved redragon I don’t write them enough so thank you for the prompt!

bobby/kyle - warning for an injured dog! Nothing graphic but mentioned so heed caution. Also that I’m a Brit and I don’t know where porcupines live so just go with me on this one, please.

Bobby’s making coffee in the kitchen, dressed in nothing but his underwear like usual, when there’s an almighty screech of his name from outside. It’s Kyle, of course, he’s out with the dogs seeing as they just woke them up at this ungodly hour to be let out. But Kyle should not be screeching at five in the morning.

“Babe?” Bobby calls. He peers out of the window into the yard, all he can see in the early morning light is Kyle frantically shooing something as he crouches down on the grass.

There’s another almighty screech from Kyle, and Bobby realises that somethings happening, and he lets the packet of coffee he’s holding drop to the counter and spill everywhere as he runs outside.

“Kyle? Baby what’s wrong?”

Kyles on his knees in the dewy grass, stroking their old girl Bella’s ears.

“There was a fucking porcupine, Bobby! She got too close it fucking spiked her I —“ Kyle’s words come out in a rush, he’s breathing heavily and, he’s crying, he’s crying as he runs his fingers gingerly around Bella’s ears. Bobby looks down at her, her poor muzzle having at least ten porcupine spines sticking out of it. She’s too curious for her own good.

“Okay, okay, slow down, breathe for a sec, babe. Where’s it gone? The porcupine?”

“Bushes, it, it, ran in the bushes.” Kyle nods half heartedly with his head towards the bushes in the back of the yard. He notices the other is holding onto Toby’s, their other dog, collar to keep him from running towards the porcupine too. Toby’s just whimpering at Bella, though, trying to lick at the spines and the little pin pricks of blood around her muzzle to try and make her feel better. Bobby doesn’t think he’d be running off anywhere.

Bobby puts a soothing hand on the back of Kyle’s neck. “Alright baby, lets get her up and in the house, we can put some clothes on and take her to the vet, they’ll get em’ out babe, it’ll be okay.” He says softly, trying to work some of the worry out of Kyle’s muscles.

His boyfriend looks up at him with a wet, tear stained face and red rimmed eyes. “She’ll be okay?”

Bobby smiles softly. Kyle loves their dogs, he loves them so, so much. His favourite thing is to come home after a long loop and collapse onto the floor so the dogs can jump all over him and lick him. Sometimes he’ll stay on the floor with them for hours, ignoring every pain in his body from the assault it took wrestling god knows how many matches just to get extra cuddle time with his babies. Kyle knows that porcupine spines aren’t a problem unless they’re in some real bad area, which they’re not, just in her muzzle, none up her nose or in her eyes or mouth. He knows that she’ll be okay, rationally he knows that, but the fact that his baby is hurt is hurting him even more. It’s cute.

“Yeah, baby, she’ll be okay, she’ll just need a whole lotta’ loving when she gets them taken out and gets home.” Bobby smiles, scratching his fingers through the short hair on the back of Kyle’s head. Kyle leans into it a little, but his eyes drop back down to Bella on the floor, who’s feeling sorry for herself and whimpering away.

“Come on, Ky, let’s get her up. I’ll call the vets and let them know we’re coming.” Bobby says and stands from his hunches. He takes Toby’s collar so Kyle can lift up Bella into his arms. They get her into the house and into her bed, and Bobby puts Toby in his, telling him to stay. Toby does, though he doesn’t look very happy about obeying commands right now.

“You go put some clothes on babe, I’ll sit with them while I call the vets, we’ll switch out when you’re done.”

Kyle nods and turns to go up the stairs, but then he doubles back, and leans down to kiss Bobby softly. “Thank you, for keeping me sane. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Bobby smiles against Kyle’s mouth. “Always baby. We wouldn’t know what to do without you either.” He smiles. If it wasn’t for Kyle standing with them in the yard whenever they want to go out, Bella’s injury could have been a lot of worse.

“Love you.” Kyle says.

Bobby runs his fingers over Bella’s head when she whines, and smiles as Kyle heads up the stairs.

“Love you too, Ky.”

[maybe-your-left]

i wholly believe odin ren is 100000% a mamas boy the wee thing

lets talk about the clingers baby-which means the Ren boys are in competition for affection

SPOILER: Daddy Ren always wins.

TW/CW: NSFW, Odin is a crybaby, Kylo is a crybaby, attention whores, we coddle the boys, oddly sentimental, who is this woman

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You were having the most wonderful dream, you were on a beach, bikini-clad. Drinking out of a coconut, basking in the warm sun as it kissed your skin in a delicious tan. When you were awoken by a loud cry, emanating from the door of the master suite.

Behind you, Ren groaned in his slumber. Throwing his beefy arm across your waist as he stirred to life. You opened an eye, seeing the outline of your baby, illuminated by the lights he had turned on downstairs. His blanket in his hand, harsh sniffles between his hiccuping sobs.

"M-mom-m-y," he choked.

Rushing to your bedside, you cringed when he came closer. His face was beet red, stained with tears and snot. Odin was gasping for air, his little hands scrambling under the sheets to find you. He hoisted his body onto the bed, pinning you down. You groaned at the weight, he was getting bigger, and bigger by Ren standards meant he was too heavy for you to cradle.

"What's wrong, baby," you whispered, letting Odin burrow into your chest. His wet cheeks smearing across your bare collarbone, you decided to sleep in the silk pajamas you received for Mother's day, exposing a little too much of your chest.

"Nothing," Ren murmured into your hair, "Other than you're wearing too many clothes."

You threw an elbow into his ribs, causing him to wheeze awake. Mistaking your soothing words for Odin, as words for him. Who was still sobbing into your chest, breathing picking up at the sound of his father waking. "Kylo," you hissed, one look over your shoulder revealed a confused husband. Brow furrowed as he blinked awake, he rolled onto his back. Propping up on his forearms to peer over at the sobbing child, "Odin had a nightmare."

"Hm," he rumbled, "Bubba," Ren whispered to Odin, who was still trembling in your embrace, "What's wrong, why are you up so late?"

Odin sobbed at that, you shot Ren a glare. "I just said he had a nightmare," rolling your eyes you tried to pry Odin off of you. Sitting up in the process, Odin dug his fingernails into your skin, causing you to yelp.

"Baby! Stoppit, let go. It's okay, you're with mommy and daddy now."

Ren sat up with you, latching his hands around Odin's ribs. He tugged on the boy a few times, whispering softly, "Come on, you're hurting your mother."

Odin wouldn't budge, understandable given his attachment to you over his father. But Ren wouldn't let go of him, "Odin, it's okay, let's just lay down."

"I don't wanna lay down," Odin whined, finally releasing you enough to sit in your lap. Wiping his running nose on his blanket, you'd have to clean that in the morning. Ren winced at that, ever the germophobe.

"Do you wanna lay with mommy and daddy," you cooed, running your fingers through his hair like you do for Ren. Odin nodded his head swiftly, jumping between you and his father.

Ren glared at you, hissing through his teeth, "(Y/N), he can't keep sleeping in bed with us."

"He had a nightmare," you laid down next to him. Continuing to pet his hair, you nuzzled his head with your nose. Smelling his sweet shampoo, still a hint of baby left on him. You hated the thought of his growing up, mainly for the loss of your baby boy.

And the reality of having a carbon copy of Ren around, ready to fight his dad for attention.

Ren huffed loudly, falling down on his back. He stroked a hand against Odin's tufts of black hair. He has stopped crying the moment you let him stay, back into a slumbering child with no nightmares. Ren watched him closely, listening to his breathing like you were.

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That morning, you woke with Odin attached to your chest. Snoring loudly against your skin, a small puddle of drool had collected. You gagged a small bit, maneuvering so he could roll off you.

Ren wasn't in bed, a glance at the clock said it was nine, Odin never sleeps this late. You tapped on his shoulder, softly waking him up so you could eat breakfast.

Odin walked with you hand in hand to the kitchen, where Ren was seated at the table. Drinking coffee and reading the paper, you yawned as you sat Odin down. Even though he whined when you walked away, leaving Ren and him alone.

You watched the two of them from the counter, seeing Ren try to keep Odin calm. Holding his little hand across the table, even though he hated how much you coddled him. He was just as guilty, speaking to his son in soft tones. Telling him how his room was safe to sleep in once again, 'Daddy made sure of it.'

Odin smiled when you came back, sitting between your two boys. Where Ren could touch your leg under the table, and Odin could hold your hand while all of you ate.

The rest of the morning was slow, Belle was out at the friends' house for a sleepover. So it was the three of you, until it was time for Odin's nap. He reluctantly went to his room, even though he tried to guilt you into napping with him.

But Ren said no, he had to be a big boy and face his fears.

Once Odin was pacified and snoring, Ren dragged you to the bedroom. The two of you locking lips for the first time today, Rens hands were all over you. Mumbling against your mouth, "You're coddling him too much."

"Mhm," you mused, pushing Ren flat on his back on the bed. You swung a leg over his hip, straddling him as you fisted the black henly he wore, "I do the same to you."

"Thats because," he paused, ripping off your camisole that you handed changed out of this morning, "I'm the baby you're supposed to coddle."

You giggled at that, letting Ren tug your clothes off until you both were naked. Straddling his cock, you rocked your hips back and forth, moaning as softly as you could.

Ren laid kisses along your collar, moving towards your breasts that were swinging in rhythm with your hips. Ren placed a hand at the small of your back, propping the two of you up with another behind him.

"Am I not giving you enough attention, Kylo?"

He shook his head, panting through an open mouth as he stared up at you. Ren groaned loudly, thrusting into you in quick succession. "No-never enough," he latched onto your nipple, sucking harshly before nibbling it between his teeth.

You gasped at that, walls clenching around his cock. Seated completely inside you for a brief moment, "I can't always pay attention to you." Your breath hitched an octave higher, the head of his cock was nudging delightfully at your cervix. Ren's hips pistoned into you, forcing you to bounce like a ragdoll in his lap.

Blissed out smile stretching across your face, loving the feeling of him inside you. Cock stretching your walls with each slick thrust, you would never get enough of it.

Ren's hand slid down to cup a cheek, the tip of his middle finger lightly prodding your tight back entrance. You jolted in his hold, earning a loud chuckle in your ear, "You like me inside you, huh?"

"Uh-huh," you moaned, "I fucking love you're big cock."

"Fuck," he stilled for a moment, leaning forward to capture your lips in a kiss. Ren wrapped both arms around you, careful to not break apart as he scooted to the center of the mattress. Laying down fully on his back, Ren placed a steady palm squarely on your chest.

Pushing you to be upright on his cock, you bit your bottom lip at the sight. Ren's cheeks pink from fucking, slicked with a sheen of sweat, dark hair mussed up. You raked your nails along his chest, his breath hitched as you scraped his nipples.

"You know," he croaked, latching his hands on your waist now. You felt him readjust, planting both feet on the mattress. Elevating you from the bed, "If you gave me attention-you'd get my big cock all the time."

Before you could rebut, Ren slammed his hips up. Jostling you so hard you yelped, he chuckled below you. Thrusting with all his strength, you clutched to his shoulders. Digging into the skin as he fucked and fucked and fucked.

"Ky-y-ylo," you cried, cunt fluttering around his length. Ren groaned at that, eyes rolling back just as yours were, "You're gonna cum on my cock-all for me."

"Yes," the 's' hissing through your clenched teeth, rocking back and forth as he continued to thrust. You both were right on the edge, the only thing you needed was...

"Mommy!" came from upstairs.

Ren and you both halted, frozen in fear of Odin coming to see you both naked. Still lodged inside you, Ren rolled the two of your bodies. Making sure your faces were looking at the doorway you had stupidly left open. Ren tugged a blanket over the two of you, rolling his hips a little as you waited.

"Mommy!"

"What's wrong, Odin?" Ren boomed through the doorway. He clasped a hand over your mouth, "Mommy's busy!"

"But-but-but," and tears.

Odin must be screaming at the top of his lungs, you could practically see his little face turning bright red from the exertion. You thrashed in Rens hold, trying to be free so you could at least talk to your son.

Ren kept you pinned, waiting a little more before he continued fucking you. Letting yourself briefly moan from the sensation of him dragging against your walls, "Be quiet baby-want you to cum with me."

Not the best plan, but fuck you were so close and it sounded like Odin was tiring himself out. You could give Ren a little bit more of your attention... he was begging for it.

You opened your legs a little wider, making Ren groan in satisfaction. He placed a hand on the back of your knee, keeping you still as he fucked in fast strokes. A glob of spit falling from his pursed lips to the top of your pussy, clit now glistening with it.

Ren nodded towards it, "Rub it-right now and cum on me."

Obeying like the good girl you were, you rubbed tight circles along yourself. Moaning at the feeling of clenching his length. Ren stilled for a moment. Closing his eyes tights before groaning, both of you cumming in a slow fall of ecstasy.

Ren's cock painted your pussy, filling you deliciously while you creamed him. Both of you smiling like horny teenagers as he pulled out, your still pulsing cunt pushed out a glob of cum. Which he swiped with the tip of his finger.

Gingerly pushing it back inside, "Where it belongs."

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You swung out of bed after that, despite Ren making a noise that could only be described as complete despair. Throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, you probably looked like a mess but he was five, he wouldn't know.

Running up the stairs to your baby, who was indeed red-faced and still crying. Babbling about where you were, and why he was scared, this, and that. You kept him cradled to your chest, rocking him back and forth.

Footsteps brought your attention to the door, your husband stood in the frame. Hands-on his hips, a little out of breath, dressed like you were.

He walked into Odin's room, plopping down on the carpeted floor by you both. Ren said nothing, he just scooped Odin from your arms. Letting him cry into his chest for a few moments, you stared at the two, your attention hogs.

Desperate for you in every way, but you wouldn't want it any different.

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wow okay-so sentimental is apparently an emotion I can have? big shocker.

yes Odin has nightmares, like young Kylo

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[americxn]

Gardening

❀ In which you and post-death Kyle decide to try gardening together ❀

idea credits -----> @cleanup-aisle5 (we were very excited about this one) word count: 2400

“Kyle.” You sang as you kicked your front door shut behind you, slinging off your jacket and hanging it up before venturing into your house in search of your beloved boy. “Ky?” You called, looking in the kitchen and the living room before calling his name up the stairs. At the sound of his name of your lips, his fluffy head of golden hair flashed in the dim light as he poked his head over the banister before bounding down the stairs, his grin growing as he got closer to you. He tackled you with a hug, your feet lifting off the group as he squeezed you excitedly, muttering in your ear. Laughing, you shook him off. “Kyle, I’ve only been gone for an hour!” Pulling his face to you, you managed to land a kiss on his lips as he shifted on his feet excitedly. “And, look what I got for you.” You said, your hand going into the back pocket of your jeans and pulling out the little packets you had hidden there. Kyle tried to peer around your body to see what you held in your hand but you raised a finger at him as you gathered up the gift you had gotten your boyfriend in one hand. With a flourish, you produced what you were holding, grinning as Kyle scrutinised the objects with an inquisitive frown. “Seeds!” You chirped, letting Kyle take them from you. He snapped his head up to yours excitedly, eyes bright. “Seeds.” He echoed. “For gardening!” “Yes, for gardening!” You gushed, his excitement rubbing off on you as you took the packets of seeds from is hand and showed each one to him as you rifled through them. “Look. I got us daffodils, tulips, pansies...” you listed the different seeds off to him. “And your favourite... marigolds!” Kyle snatched the little packet from your hand at the mention of his favourite flower, gazing at the picture of the yellow flower on the front fondly. He had fallen in love with the flower after you had bought him a little bunch several months ago as they reminded you of his hair, fluffy and golden. “We can plant them tomorrow.” You promised. “The sun is supposed to be out and it’s kinda late now anyways.” You explained as you handed the rest of the seeds to Kyle, who held them carefully in his large hands.

The next day, as promised, you and Kyle went out into your little garden, the sun shining and sky cloudless.  There were a few little flower beds at the bottom of your garden and you frowned a you approached them, finding that they were covered with weeds. Sighing, you turned to Kyle who was looking up at the sky, enjoying the heat of the sun on his face. “We have to pull all the weeds up first. I hadn’t realised that they had gotten so overgrown.” He looked at you, then at the flower beds and the unwanted green shoots sprouting out of the soil.  “It’s okay,” you began, taking his hand and leading him to the bottom of the garden, “they won’t take too long to pull up. Why don’t you go and find all the gardening tools in the shed?” You suggested as you dropped onto your knees before the beds and began the monotonous process of ridding the soil of the weeds as Kyle trotted away wordlessly.  You dug your fingertips into the sun warmed soil, pulling each sprout out one-by-one until they were mostly gone. Sitting back, you wiped your forearm across your forehead, ridding your skin of the slight sheen of sweat that had formed under the intense sun, just as Kyle reappeared, dropping a pile of gardening utensils next to you. “Perfect, thank you.” You said, rising to your feet and giving him an appreciative peck on the cheek. “So, which ones should we plant first?” You inquired, already aware of what his answer would be. “Marigolds.” He mumbled, taking the packet of seeds from his pocket and smiling softly down at them.  “Okay,” you stooped to pick up the trowel on the grass by your feet, handing it to Kyle and beckoning him to his knees beside the largest of the flower beds, explaining that in order to plant the seeds, he needed to dig a little hole in the soil first.  You let Kyle use the trowel whilst you scooped a small hole of your own in the ground with your fingertips, not caring about the dirt that got under your nails.  “You happy with it?” You asked Kyle as you sat back on your heels to admire your handiwork. Kyle’s hole was a little messy but you had seen the concentrated look on his face as he had dug it, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth slightly as he did so. “Yes.” He stated, looking from your hole to his and smiling. “Alright, we need to open our seeds,” you began, reaching into Kyle’s back pocket and pulling out the packet of tulips and tearing it open with your teeth, watching as Kyle carefully tore his open. He peered inside lovingly as he beheld the tiny seeds. “And we just put them in.” You finished, tipping the contents of you packet into the soil, Kyle doing the same beside you with an excited smile.  The both of you covered your seeds back up before repeating the process with the other types of flowers you had bought. You briefly left Kyle to run inside and dig out your watering can from the almost overflowing storage cupboard that was full of you and Kyle’s belongings that didn’t really have a place in the house and filled it with cold water from the kitchen sink. When you returned into the garden, you saw your boy crouched over the seeds, his face inches from the soil. “What are you doing?” You laughed, sitting yourself beside Kyle, who straightened to look at you. “Telling them.” He shrugged, as if it were obvious. “Telling them what?” You giggled, setting the old watering can on the ground beside you, some of the water sloshing over the sides.  “To...grow.” He said slowly, looking at you as if you were stupid before all of his attention turned to the watering can beside you.  “Okay.” You chuckled with a shrug, watching as he took the watering can and poured an excessive amount of water onto the piles of soil that housed your seeds, spilling more of it onto the grass than the flower beds. “Nice.” You commented as Kyle sat back on his heels, the now empty watering can grasped in one hand. You raised your hand for a high-five that Kyle quickly met, his grin growing as you complemented his work. ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀

A week had passed since you and Kyle had planted the seeds. A week of Kyle pestering you every hour, asking questions like, “grow them quicker? To which you would have to tell him that there was nothing you could do to make the flowers grow any quicker and that he would just have to patient. Everyday, come rain or shine, Kyle would go out into the garden to tend to his seeds, returning about an hour later after just sitting and staring at the soil. One day, to your dismay, he sat outside in the pouring rain for an hour, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and sweatpants. You hadn’t even noticed that he had gone out and you had gasped when you looked out of your bedroom window to see him crouched in the muddy grass, his clothes soaked through. You had to hurry outside into the freezing rain to drag him back into the house, scolding him gently upon seeing how violently he was shaking and how blue his lips had gotten but he had only smiled at you, claiming that the rain would make them grow quicker.  “Yes, but not that quick.” You had said before forcing him into the bath to warm up. And then there had been the incidence in which you had walked into the kitchen to see him drinking from the watering can. “Kyle!” You had shouted, running to take the watering can from him. “That’s dirty!” Exasperated, you wiped away the water dribbling off his chin with your sleeve before taking the watering can and furnishing your boyfriend with a large glass of clean water.  And of course there was the time when he had dumped the entirety of the water from the watering can on his head, his soft curls becoming plastered to his forehead as he gasped at the cold. You had merely laughed at him, not caring about the puddle it had made on the kitchen floor.  “Kyle.” You had gasped through a laugh. “What the fuck?” He answered your laugh with a smile, pushing his hair out of his face and trying to explain to you: “grow.”  “Grow? We can’t grow like the seeds, you’ve finished growing now, Ky.” You explained softly, suppressing your amusement and helping him peel off his soaked shirt. “And you’re the perfect height. Tall but not so tall that I can’t do this...” you finished by pressing your mouth to his, the water dripping from his lips wetting your own. 

❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ The month after you had planted the seeds, Kyle would still go out to watch them. Every day, for at least an hour and you didn’t bother trying to stop him, not even if it was raining. You resorted to wrapping him up in lots of warm clothes, insisting that he put on his rain coat before going into the garden if it was raining, and his matching hat and scarf if it was windy.  You had left Kyle watching a movie one Tuesday afternoon, planning on visiting some friends as you hadn’t seen them in a while. Of course, you didn’t want to leave Kyle on his own for too long, but not because he was incapable; Kyle could most definitely look after himself, but the thought of him getting lonely without your presence was so saddening to you that you made sure to not leave him unattended for too long.  So, around two hours after leaving your house, you returned. Kyle was already waiting for you, a barely contained grin on his face as he turned you around as soon as you had stepped through the front door to take your coat before pulling you by the hand to the kitchen. You gasped, Kyle’s hand squeezing yours tighter as he pulled you into the room. “Dinner.” He chirped happily, pulling out your chair and pushing your shoulder down gently so that you sat, tears pricking at your eyes. Kyle had laid the kitchen table with two bowls of steaming pasta and as he sat down opposite you, you scanned the table to take in the entirety of his effort.  The pasta, although plain, was complete with cutlery laid out on either side, albeit the wrong way around, the table cloth that Kyle had somehow managed to find crumpled and stained. Unlit candles peppered the table, almost completely burned down to stubs and he had even laid out several scraps of toilet roll beside the food, an attempt of mirroring the fancy napkins that the restaurants you had taken Kyle to had used.  “And look.” He said proudly, tapping his finger on the side of the tall glass that he had used as a makeshift vase. You peered at the flowers inside it.  You realised with a tear jerking jolt that these were the flowers that Kyle had been meticulously tending for the past month and a half. The stems were short and unevenly cut at the bottom, the flower heads little more than buds with shallow slices of colours cutting through them, and you could just about make out which flowers that they would’ve eventually grown into by their colours.  “Oh, Kyle.” You gushed, picking up one of the little squares of toilet paper to mop up the few tears that escaped your wet eyes as he surveyed you from across the table with a fading grin.  “It’s okay,” you reassured him, your restricted throat making it difficult to get the words out. “They’re happy tears Kyle. I just love you a bit too much.” You laughed tearfully. “Love you.” He said back around a mouthful of plain pasta.  You picked up your own fork, composing yourself enough to skewer a piece of pasta and bring it to your own mouth. The pasta was... definitely overcooked. But Kyle hummed happily as he ate his portion and so you ate yours across from him, answering his occasional mumbled questions about your day and asking gentle questions of your own. When the food was gone, the pasta a heavy weight in your stomach, he hurried to stand and cleared away your bowl, setting it carefully in the sink, quickly returning to the table to take his own empty bowl away.  You watched as he washed the dishes, noting the way his brow creased into a frown when the water got too hot for his hands and how careful he was not to spill any of the soapy water onto the floor.  A few stray tears rolled down your face as you watched him, as you watched how hard he tried for you.  It wasn’t always easy. Not at all. But he never stopped trying to learn, never stopped trying to reciprocate the endless love that you showed him daily. And this, his little attempt to do something special for you made your chest ache so severely that it became difficult to take a full breath as you watched the muscles in his back shift beneath his t-shirt as he washed up for you. You wiped at your cheeks with the back of your hand before walking over to him and looping your arms around his waist. His skin was warm against your cheek as you rested your face on his back, sighing contentedly.  “Oh, how I love you, Kyle Spencer.” You whispered into his back, his own hands abandoning the bowls he was scrubbing in the sink as he turned to you, water dripping from his fingers as he tucked you into him, both of you smiling softly.